End of December.
It's been about two weeks since Kali came to Belzer... and the morning scenery at our house is now quite noisy.
A table with five people: Ryan, Revan, Merchen, me, and Kali.
“Miss, do you need more jam?”
“No, it’s okay~.”
On the first day, Kali was stubborn, saying that it was a bit odd for an escort to be humble, but when I acted cute, she sat down right away.
Fortunately, her weakness for aegyo was the same as before my regression.
“I’ll have some jam too.”
“Here it is.”
I also became close with Merchen...
“Sleep tight. Should I kill a goose for you tonight?”
"Uh!"
Revan has become interested in cooking these days because he takes care of the big eater, Kali.
And...
“Mr. Ryan...”
“My Lord.”
“...”
Phew. Merchen and I immediately held back laughter and exchanged glances.
Ryan has been obsessed with the sound of that damn lord ever since Kali and the mercenaries came to Belzer...
"I've said this many times, but if you wish to be called Lord, there are a few conditions. Mr. Ryan, you're just a landowner, so if you want to call yourself a 'landlord,' you're a 'landowner.'"
"Hey."
"Under Imperial law, the conditions for being appointed a lord by the Imperial Household are: first, land ownership; second, at least one title of nobility; third, at least one hundred residents; and fourth, at least half of the residents must be economically active..."
“Vania.”
Ryan called out, covering his ears as if he was sick of it, and I immediately told Kali.
“Just call me Lord~.”
“Understood, my lord.”
Ryan shot Kali a quick glance.
I guess he's annoying because she keeps spitting on everything he says. The Kali I know just enjoys teasing Ryan.
What a really close family...!
I feel proud all over again.
“Ha, all these mercenary guys are just sucking up all this without doing any work, but is their combined annual salary 440,000 gold really that much?”
The unscrupulous employer, always wanting to exploit someone's labor, was tormented and torn apart.
Kali signed a contract for an annual salary of 60,000 gold, and the remaining nineteen <Cerberus> mercenaries signed a contract for an annual salary of 20,000 gold each...
“You’re working, over there.”
I pointed out the window.
Two mercenaries standing in front of the gate are chatting away.
The day the <Cerberus> came to Belzer.
Ryan withdrew the imperial knights that Nike had sent to guard our house.
While showing the S-class mercenary certificates of the Cerberus to Sir William Saxony,
"I'm uncomfortable with the waste of His Highness's elite manpower, so I've hired mercenaries. I'm grateful to the royal knights who have worked hard for me for even a few days, and I will never forget His Highness's kindness... Tell them!!!"
He said so.
Of course, the reason Ryan withdrew the knights was not that he didn't want to waste high-level personnel, nor because he felt sorry for Nike's concerns.
“We should make those guys do something like that!”
It's to somehow manipulate the Cerberus that he hired at a high price!
"There's someone who served 12 years in prison without receiving a single penny! And yet, they earn 20,000 gold a year, yet all they do is guard the gates of a peaceful mansion! I can't stand it!!!"
“Oh my, there’s so much talking at the dinner table. Why is a wealthy lord acting so petty?”
Revan scolded Ryan, who was constantly chattering.
That's right.
The owner of Belzer's land is sitting with a magic stone under his butt!
For your information, all miners are currently on leave. They are expected to return to work around March of next year, once the impending disaster is over.
They dug up plenty of magic stones for us to use, and even temporarily closed the mine entrance for security reasons.
"It's not about money. The problem is that we're so addicted to easy money that we lose sight of the value of hard work."
"You've truly served your country unpaid, laboring for twelve years. Your advice is truly profound."
“Yikes!"
It's been about two weeks since Kali came to Belzer... and the morning scenery at our house is now quite noisy.
A table with five people: Ryan, Revan, Merchen, me, and Kali.
“Miss, do you need more jam?”
“No, it’s okay~.”
On the first day, Kali was stubborn, saying that it was a bit odd for an escort to be humble, but when I acted cute, she sat down right away.
Fortunately, her weakness for aegyo was the same as before my regression.
“I’ll have some jam too.”
“Here it is.”
I also became close with Merchen...
“Sleep tight. Should I kill a goose for you tonight?”
"Uh!"
Revan has become interested in cooking these days because he takes care of the big eater, Kali.
And...
“Mr. Ryan...”
“My Lord.”
“...”
Phew. Merchen and I immediately held back laughter and exchanged glances.
Ryan has been obsessed with the sound of that damn lord ever since Kali and the mercenaries came to Belzer...
"I've said this many times, but if you wish to be called Lord, there are a few conditions. Mr. Ryan, you're just a landowner, so if you want to call yourself a 'landlord,' you're a 'landowner.'"
"Hey."
"Under Imperial law, the conditions for being appointed a lord by the Imperial Household are: first, land ownership; second, at least one title of nobility; third, at least one hundred residents; and fourth, at least half of the residents must be economically active..."
“Vania.”
Ryan called out, covering his ears as if he was sick of it, and I immediately told Kali.
“Just call me Lord~.”
“Understood, my lord.”
Ryan shot Kali a quick glance.
I guess he's annoying because she keeps spitting on everything he says. The Kali I know just enjoys teasing Ryan.
What a really close family...!
I feel proud all over again.
“Ha, all these mercenary guys are just sucking up all this without doing any work, but is their combined annual salary 440,000 gold really that much?”
The unscrupulous employer, always wanting to exploit someone's labor, was tormented and torn apart.
Kali signed a contract for an annual salary of 60,000 gold, and the remaining nineteen <Cerberus> mercenaries signed a contract for an annual salary of 20,000 gold each...
“You’re working, over there.”
I pointed out the window.
Two mercenaries standing in front of the gate are chatting away.
The day the <Cerberus> came to Belzer.
Ryan withdrew the imperial knights that Nike had sent to guard our house.
While showing the S-class mercenary certificates of the Cerberus to Sir William Saxony,
"I'm uncomfortable with the waste of His Highness's elite manpower, so I've hired mercenaries. I'm grateful to the royal knights who have worked hard for me for even a few days, and I will never forget His Highness's kindness... Tell them!!!"
He said so.
Of course, the reason Ryan withdrew the knights was not that he didn't want to waste high-level personnel, nor because he felt sorry for Nike's concerns.
“We should make those guys do something like that!”
It's to somehow manipulate the Cerberus that he hired at a high price!
"There's someone who served 12 years in prison without receiving a single penny! And yet, they earn 20,000 gold a year, yet all they do is guard the gates of a peaceful mansion! I can't stand it!!!"
“Oh my, there’s so much talking at the dinner table. Why is a wealthy lord acting so petty?”
Revan scolded Ryan, who was constantly chattering.
That's right.
The owner of Belzer's land is sitting with a magic stone under his butt!
For your information, all miners are currently on leave. They are expected to return to work around March of next year, once the impending disaster is over.
They dug up plenty of magic stones for us to use, and even temporarily closed the mine entrance for security reasons.
"It's not about money. The problem is that we're so addicted to easy money that we lose sight of the value of hard work."
"You've truly served your country unpaid, laboring for twelve years. Your advice is truly profound."
“Yikes!"
Ryan was the only one who got offended by Kali's joke, while we all laughed.
Our family can enjoy even the most unfair 12 years of imprisonment with humor, which is very fitting.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Dad. Kali's going to collect the 60,000 gold ransom today. She's going to Koenig with me."
“What?! Are you going out to play again?”
"Yes."
I stuffed the last piece of bread into my mouth and got up to get ready.
A place I always go to hang out.
This is the house of the coachman Jean Wellings in Koenig.
“I decided to play with Melissa’s doll today.”
“Yes.”
Melissa Wellings is Jean's two-year-younger sister.
“A twelve-year-old... playing with dolls?!”
Ryan looked dumbfounded. I shrugged.
“I’m twelve too?”
“...”
He stared at me intently. I didn't look away either. After a long moment of staring, Ryan burst out laughing.
“...Yeah, that’s right.”
It's been really nice since I got an escort. I can go out more often with Kali by my side, even without Ryan.
I've already been to Jean's house three times this month!
“I’m going to play, Dad!”
“Yeah. Dress warmly and go out.”
***
From a red cape dress to pink bunny earmuffs, Vania, fully armed for the cold weather, left the house with Kali.
“I’ll be back!”
Ryan and Revan waved until Jean's carriage carrying them was out of sight.
The two men were left behind.
Revan spoke first.
“If you regress, will your mental age also become younger along with your body?”
"No."
Ryan shook his head.
“Then you don’t really keep going to the groom’s house to play with dolls?”
“There must be a purpose.”
“Are you trying to act like a girl your age to hide the fact that you are a regressor?”
Revan stroked his chin and reasoned.
Indeed, a genius has a way of delving deep, but no. Ryan shook his head again.
“I’m sorry, but bunny aren’t that meticulous.”
"Right. You told me she didn't seem to have any intention of hiding her regression from you. Then it must be because of Jean's younger sister. Since he said she was sick."
Jean Wellings, a groom who supports his three younger siblings along with his single mother, who works as a seamstress.
He knew that his two-year-younger sister, Melissa Wellings, had been sick for quite some time.
The reason Jean worked so hard was to pay for Melissa's medicine.
“But weren’t you a trauma patient? Isn’t Bunny’s ability only for trauma patients?”
“I guess you also have a blessing that heals internal injuries.”
“What the hell?”
“It’s a monster.”
“It’s obvious if she fixes her all at once, so she's treating her over several sessions because she keeps saying she’ll go out to play.”
“I guess so.”
“Who does she take after to be so kind...?”
“But it is an invasive species.”
"But considering Bunny's personality, it's unlikely she would have started treatment this late. Didn't she know that Jean's younger sister was sick from the moment she first met him?"
“That’s the part that I find strange.”
Ryan added, crossing his arms.
"That's exactly it. Given his rabbit nature, I think he'd have gone to treat Jean's younger brother right after he became close with him."
"Hmm, so maybe these abilities manifest one by one? The power to heal internal injuries... just recently awakened?"
“Do you remember when you first went to Jean Wellings’ house?”
"Hmm."
Revan said, trying to remember.
“Wasn’t it the day we came back after picking up Merchen?”
"That's right. After picking up the Merchen, I stopped by Romania to watch my fourth brother's show. Then I sold the magic stone and made some money, and finally, I stopped by Koenig to buy some things."
While Ryan and Revan were shopping for necessities, Vania went to Jean's house as if she had been waiting for him and said she would wait there to play.
After that, she became close with Jean's younger siblings and started going to his house often...
"I guess that's when Bunny started his treatment. But, brother, why did we go to Rome?"
“Bunnu suddenly wanted to see the fourth guy’s face. Really out of the blue. Really.”
Ryan, who answered, immediately added.
“For your information, the fourth guy’s special ability, <Fountain of Purification>, is the power to heal internal injuries.”
“Yeah, that’s right. That’s right.”
Soon, the two men fell silent and each became lost in their own thoughts.
After a long time, they meet and smile.
“Hiya. It’s kind of vague.”
"I know."
“But one thing is certain.”
Revan's eyes lit up.
"The fight between my brother and Wassenberg. The key to victory here is 'who secures Vania at the last moment?'"
“That’s right. But she’s already my daughter.”
“Congratulations. If the Duke of Wassenberg found out, he’d beat the ground and cry.”
“Wow, this is thrilling...”
At that moment, Merchen called from inside the house.
“What are you guys doing here? It’s cold, come in quickly!”
“Oh, I’m going now!”
“Want some cocoa?”
“Good~”
Two men, their bodies huddled together in the cold, entered the house.
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