198 Prologue

Two weeks after the coming of the gods and the fierce struggle with the insects (Insectians). Two letters had arrived under Yut on that day, when he had refrained a few days later from visiting neighbouring countries, the Kingdom of the Chronica God.

One was strictly addressed to Valtrude. It's an invitation to a wedding with Eudit Malemias, approaching a month later. It was a parent book delivered by the apostle and was also an autograph of Prince Alsace.

Most importantly, it is also known internally, and Acorn has already begun to prepare. Yut himself had sent her to Wang Capital on Moment Move (Teleport) many times.

And in the sense that I know what to do, the same was true of the other seal. That's the problem.

"Are you finally here..."

It should also be said of the centre of the fortress of Falv, the office of Yut Amaxa, the housekeeper. The Lord sat on the couch, watering a single piece of the problem with a light, with a bitter look on his face.

Even this way, the contents don't change.

It just takes courage to open it.

"... ok"

Speak up to arouse yourself and cut the seal with a paper knife.

Parent document sent on a formal diplomatic route. For that sender, a common sense letter.

However, the content is extremely private.

"Surprisingly, decent"

The letter, addressed to Yut, was, succinctly, a love letter from Empress Verga.

Beginning with the greeting of time, it spells love for the Great Mage (Arch Mage), which is passionate yet innocent. I'm embarrassed just to follow the content with my eyes, and I don't think that very rampant demigod admitted it.

Some people change their personality when it's texts such as emails, but she never thought so either. Or are you shaking yourself up to Yut by acting out your unusual self?

Either way, I can't read it in my mouth very well, and I can't show it to anyone.

"No, you've never had a love letter..."

When I was on Earth - including pranks - I had nothing to do with such an event. Regardless of the discreet high school days, I can imagine now that I wasn't even in middle school when I was in the football club, possibly because I had acorns.

And now, well, neither Valtrude nor Alcia, the letter won't be possible.

Of course, the letter of invitation sent by some noble lady is not in the calculations.

"Well, is the problem with inviting a date?"

The end of the letter was accompanied by a sentence specifying a date about two months later and looking forward to seeing you at Folio-Farina. The place, the date itself, is exactly as promised on Earth.

I didn't forget.

Although I would have liked to have forgotten.

In contrast, what do we do with the reply?

No, that's settled. Even though it was inevitable, I owe Verga a great deal. Though it's like going into a tiger hole yourself, you can't rebel.

Nevertheless, it is also dangerous to decide that alone. It won't change the conclusion, but sometimes the process of forming a will for all of us is important.

"Call the Vals..."

That's all I have.

That's all I have, but the colour was deeper than it was then when I broke the seal of the letter.

"Not at all......"

To those who like it, what kind of punishment for evil deeds, such as reading out love letters sent by others - anything, neither Valtrude nor Alcia can read the letters - etc.

If they told me it was an insectician curse that I had exhausted, I might honestly believe it.

"It's an invaluable experience to read a love letter sent to your fiancée."

"As far as I'm concerned, I just don't get fussed about cheating."

Exchange a subtle smile with an acorn in a maid's clothes.

I'm used to saying that the outfit totally came on the board, too.

"This, if anyone but Yut reads it, he dies, he's bluffing, that kind of thing, right?

Acorn says pointing to a letter placed on the table, but just as he doesn't believe in the possibility either. So I never thought I'd get a serious response from Alcia.

"It's okay. It's been properly inspected."

"I checked..."

"Of course. Because I'm not the one to be alarmed"

Slightly colder and clearer than usual Arsian voice. The expression is tight, no heart or stiff attitude. If Jonah had been here, she would have been sensitive to the grump and stayed still until the storm left.

"Well, I'll read it."

Take the letter you placed in the center of the table and put it as close to your face as it is unnatural. Of course, because suddenly my myopia hasn't progressed, and I don't want my fiancées to see my face.

"Uh, 'Dear Son-in-law. Something seems to be lifting the commotion, but it is something that I am confident is healthy. The concubine thinks of her son-in-law, and misses that day we spent together -'"

"Yut, give me a minute. What do you mean by that day we spent together?

"I mean, are you around?

"Probably in the spirit of Dal-Lukash. And I don't even want to read it. But I don't want to hide anything from Val or Arcia."

Although that honesty is preferable, it doesn't mean that some kind of cipher is hidden. I don't want to be bothered to read and listen to a letter from a woman who adores a man I love.

Yut, who read such an atmosphere, is the most pivotal part. Two months later, I told him only the main points, that I would be meeting Verga in Folio-Farina.

"Out of the way, let's talk ahead."

"That's better, if you say it helps"

For a visit to a neighbouring country, Prince Alsace's wedding. And the end after the coming of the gods. In addition to normal business, there is as much to be done by Yut.

I feel like I'm in danger, but for Yut, this "date" is the default route. It gave the expression of bitterness - still, its brilliance would not be impaired - the same was true of Valtrude.

"I haven't heard from you since I got back to the Brewers, what's the reason..."

Verga owes me. Neither as a Cathedral Knight (Paladin) nor as a single human being can do what was not.

Even if you understand that, it should be noted that as a woman, Valtrude holds a paradox that she cannot surrender.

"Right. I'm worried about you there, too."

"I wanted you to invite me from Yut. Isn't that possible?

"But I can't stand it anymore and it comes from me? I wonder if the Empress would imitate such a loser."

In Yut's absence, verification begins.

(I don't care if you're gone...)

Although that sentiment is not correct in some ways, exit cannot be allowed as a real problem either. Conferences are often like that.

"What's the purpose of hurrying me?

"It can't be. Rather than, is anything possible with Verga"

"But if you're in a hurry, you'd be better off making love pills. She looks like a character."

"I don't have to bother making it, but I do."

"There is!?"

"Oh, sure... I think I found it in a mansion with a dead spirit (ghost) nested in love."

"That's not funny."

Is that what the Necromancer got in his lifetime? Or something that was captured untrained and cherished after death? Either way, it's not cheap. I'm talking too much.

Of course, the Necromancer has already been budded by Alcia.

"Love pills - when it comes to the love spirit drug Elixir of Love, it's not something that works so strongly. At most, about half a day. And it doesn't work for someone with a strong will, and it doesn't work if the subject is too far apart."

"I see...... But if it was that woman's specialty or something,"

"I don't know what to say."

This is Verga, who has a proven track record of sending Yut to his parents' love nest. If I have to, I'll do anything.

"But if you think about it, can you say that you've shackled that it's only an encounter?

sharp opinions emanating from the Holy Virgin of Hellenonia.

It may trust the other person too much, but it is also a way to inspire the pride of the Empress.

In an attempt to be included in the reply to that letter, Yut took a note.

"Whatever you say, it's inexplicable. Yut goes. We wait. This is a settled story."

"Right. Grandpa the Great Sage is watching over you, you can't do anything bad..."

"In the end, it depends on my response."

"I trust you, Yut."

"But the other guy is the other guy. Don't be alarmed."

"I wonder what this situation is..."

In contrast to the two trusting people, Acorn's expression is skeptical.

From her point of view, I have a proven track record of having a super beautiful lover when I met her, giving her a scattered search. It would also be natural not to be fully supported.

I have trouble as a yut or being too trusted. This is just the right balance. I've only seen it in dictatorships, such as 100% support.

"Now, what exactly are we going to do..."

"I won't follow you, but I haven't even been told not to come to Folio-Farina."

"No, I have to go about the Chamber of Commerce."

"Don't even make a name for it. Exile also said," The soldier is a kiddo. "

Welcome Valtrude in a warm air, a flair that you don't completely understand, but you wanted to try using freshly remembered words. At this time, everyone's mind was united.

"Now, before we go on a date, let's use a supporting spell. Increase your resistance to poisons and more with the Feast Divine Feast and the Resistance Amplification (Superior Resist) …. Then, just in case the Wall of Life (Vital Wall). And then you have to be alert for instantaneous travel."

"Sure, there were spells that erupted fire when I was touched."

What the Cathedral Knight calls a spell is precisely 'when attacked, your whole body is engulfed in flames and you automatically fight back'.

"And one more thing"

Acorn, who watched the change because he was not sure of the spell, opens his mouth in a paragraph. It's like you came up with a prank - I mean, like Larsia or Ritna - with a look.

"I have an idea to shake off the temptation."

"... confident and anxious?

"Unfortunately, until that day, it's a secret. Unfortunately."

"Me too, a woman. We'll do it when we do."

"Until I..."

I don't know, but it looks like the three of us are gonna do it.

I don't think Larsia should ever know. Close to certainty, not prediction or prediction.

"In the meantime, that's the place"

There is anxiety, but it is difficult to take any further action.

Same as when I was an adventurer.

I will not fail to gather information. Be prepared.

But at the end of the day, it's ad hoc - an out-of-the-box fight.