Chapter 504: # 504 Prince of the stage, and wandering prince.
âNah!? You say I lost that letter!?
âIâm sorry! I thought maybe someone in the castle took it awayâŠâ
His Majesty the King stuffs up to the Chancellor with a blue face. It should also be said that the letter lost by the Prime Minister is a love affair written by His Majesty the King to what is said to be the best singing princess in the country.
To sneak it over to the singing princess, the prime minister who received the letter inadvertently left it at the salon. Though he returned in a hurry, the letter was without shadow or form.
âIf that letter were in the hands of the queenâŠâ
âOh, donât be horrible! The rest will not die yet! Hey, we have to find that letter at all costsâŠâŠ!
The king leaves the room with the prime minister. On the way, I rushed to hit my foot in the chair, jumping with one foot like it hurt. A laugh rose from the audience at the appearance of Komatsumotsu escaping.
âIf youâre so scared, I wish you wouldnât cheat on me.â
âWhy would you do that?â
I can hear Coon and Frey from behind. There shouldnât be anything nasty about it, but how can you be so dodgy for some reason? Is it because it is the same king?
Or can I let my child watch this?
The theatre that began this afternoon, The Tribune Disturbance, is a tale featuring a civilian girl, who was recently set to work as a royal maid.
With her picking up an earlier letter, she paints a doozy comedy of people living in the royal palace.
A queen who wants to stick her neck in every manâs romance to a king who is feverish on a singing princess. To the prime minister who has no eyes on gold, the knighthood chief of swordsmanship fools who donât read the air. To a dodgy chef, a stunning maid of honor and a character each has their own personality, so that the backbone of oneâs behavior can have a huge impact on others.
Or is it okay with these people, this countryâŠâŠ
My anxiety was approximated by the king laughing like an idiot on stage who struggled to replace the letter the protagonist had.
âWe did it! Finally got it back! NowâŠâŠ hey, what is this!? Itâs the drinkerâs bill!
âLooks like you switched somewhere.â
âUgh!
The king roars in remorse at the words of the Chancellor. The dodgy chef who bumped into the main character earlier mistakenly took it for his letter (the bill).
Whenever the letter of purpose goes that way or this way in this pattern, the people of the Royal Palace will go right and left. There was laughter coming from the audience every time for that desperation.
âThis is a disturbance, for sure.â
âThe characters are all serious, but if you look at them, theyâre comedy.â
Lou crushes that up when he sees the actors desperately chasing after him.
âLife is tragic when viewed nearby, but comedy from a distance,â is the word of Charles Chaplin, the comedy king, but youâre right.
âAh, a prince!
Turning back to the stage to Yoshinoâs words, there was a blonde, glittering, beautifully shaped young man reaching out to the girl of the main character who fell. I see, heâs definitely a prince.
Are you okay? Can you stand?
âHa, ha! I can stand!â
Iâll take your hand and let the girl stand. Its appearance was exactly prince without a minuteâs gap.
In my position, I look at all kinds of princes, but no prince would ever be on the board like that. The audience around them (mainly women) also have a swinging thermal gaze. Except for our women, of course. Iâm used to seeing parties in a way.
But that prince, somewhere�
âAh!?
âDuh, whatâs up, Father?
âOh, no, itâs nothing. Iâm sorry.â
Apologize to Arcia for startling me. I found out who this ready-to-see is.
That prince, Mr. Seattle! I canât believe it. That should be called a theatrical god, itâs a brilliant transformation.
You know, Iâm so upset, I canât imagine a change from being like an esepan rocker.
I know youâre acting because itâs theatreâŠâŠ Youâre really someone elseâŠâŠ Oh, is that a chameleon actor?
Mr. Seattleâs role is the ideal prince. He is a prince who is kind to everyone, excellent in martial arts and trusted by people.
âYouâre a lot different than our prince.â
Booshiri and Yoshino crush that. Hmm? Our prince?
âMy brother, youâre not a crisp type, so I canât help it.â
âThat kidâs too relaxed. I skipped all the training.â
Coon and Frey react to Yoshinoâs crush. Wait a minute, the prince is our⊠you mean my son?
âI know youâre a prince to AliceâŠâ
âOh, heâs a prince!? Youâre sweet and cool!?
Alice argues with Ernaâs words. Surely Alice likes our son?
Ende is staring at me behind that Alice. I donât know.
âI wish Kuyuan would come here soon.â
âItâs about her, so sheâs surrounded by grownups she just knew.â
âKun!?
I was surprised at what Lynne and Arcia said. [M]
Lynne looks back, ah!? And heâs holding his mouth. But the name she accidentally put in her mouth made me sound familiar. Familiar, very familiar name.
Lindsay, sitting next to Lynne, calls out to me in surprise.
âDuh, whatâs wrong, Mr. Winter Night?
âYes, no, the⊠the name âKuyuanâ⊠Itâs my grandfatherâs name.â
âWhat!?
Everyone is surprised by my confession, but so am IâŠ. right. Did I name my son Grandpa? [M]
Hope Mochizuki Kuyuan Kumon.
It does stick. Thatâs the real grandfatherâs name, so itâs obvious.
If youâre worried, it means you wonât have a ruinous personality like that grandfather. âName stands for Body,â I sayâŠ
Will I call it Quon Brunhild or something this way? I guess thatâs easier to understand diplomatically.
âLook, if you donât watch the stage properly, you wonât understand the story, will you? Donât talk too much.â
âYes.â
When I wanted to ask the kids about a long time ago, Flower Love Sisterâs stop went in. Me.
Is it the eighth or ninth child⊠five or six, that goes down more than Lynne, the seventh woman?
Even though itâs a boy, I guess itâs okayâŠâŠ Iâm worried, though, that you have the strength of the Adventurer Gold and Silver rank.
I was concerned about the whereabouts of my son, whose name had been discovered, and could hardly concentrate on theatre on stage.
â â â
Slanien, the kingâs capital east of the kingdom of Elphrau. Much further from there was the town of Tseletsny.
It is not so big or so small a town. It was a relay-point town that flourished between the big city and the big city.
Even though outside the walls surrounding the town are covered with a lot of snow, there is surprisingly little snow all over the town. Because this is protected by a junction that keeps the whole town warm.
The town of Elphrau is mostly stretched with this junction, and if itâs all over town, itâs not that cold. But still, it doesnât change the cold, so even though all the residents are winter outfits, the boy, about five or six years old, was dressed as if he were going out into the field in the spring.
Tailoring clothes is a good thing in itself. This kid says I donât care where I look from. But never dressed to hang out in a snowy town.
Neither do the residents around them speak, but I can see them looking at it with strange eyes.
âHey, itâs a boy. Isnât it cold?
âItâs cold.â
The boy answered no time to the stall owner, who accidentally spoke to him about how he couldnât resist that appearance.
âThen why are you dressed like that?
âThere was a nasty situation. Yes, is there anywhere around here that sells clothes?
âClothes? Thereâs a little down the street selling clothes.â
âReally? Thank you very much.â
Pepper lowered his head and the boy walked out again. Courtesy of that look, I wonder if the stall owner is still an aristocratic bong.
Straight down the street, I eventually saw the armored sign. Probably the store the owner was talking about. Though it seems to be more of a protective equipment store than a clothing store.
When I rang the doorbell with Karan Cologne and went inside, it still looked like a protective equipment store, with all kinds of armor, helmets, cage hands, etc., narrowly placed.
Some of them were thick coats, capes, and boots that were or were.
There were some of my clients inside, but the counter was empty, so I speak to the shopkeeper-like person here.
âUm, excuse meâ
âWhoa, there you are. You look a lot cooler, Bowes.â
The boy who is still told the same thing as the owner of the dewstore. What he wears so much was out of place in the land.
âActually, Iâd like some cold clothes, but unfortunately I donât have the moneyâ
âI donât have any money. I just canât sell it. Weâre in business too.â
âYeah, I know. So I was wondering if you could sell it now.â
The boy removes the cufflinks that were on the sleeve of his clothes and gives them to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeperâs eyes suddenly opened, pinching it up surprisingly.
âHey, thisâŠ! Are you kidding me, Orihalcon!?
âThatâs right. Even if itâs about that size, 30 gold coins wonât come down.â
He doesnât seem to be a protective gear store to Dade, and the shopkeeper immediately understood the value of that Cufflinks.
Legendary metal orihalcon. It rarely goes out, and most of it is enough to be handled in the country. The shopkeeper even thought it was fake for a moment, but when he was younger he realized it had exactly the same characteristics as the Orihalcon he had seen only once. Whatever the origin, itâs definitely real.
The boy says thirty gold coins, but the shopkeeper glared that they were worth more than twice that. If I could make a protective gear coated with this orihalcon, it would be of enormous value.
âNo⊠this is so awesome⊠This guy canât match our cold suit very well. But I want this guy to sell. Iâm gonna get the money from the store safe, so can you just give me a minute?
âYes, and I will buy some more than that,â
âOkay. Then look after the clothes you buy. The one in the back is the one with the magic.â
That said, the shopkeeper pulled into the back room.
The boy, as he was told, turns his foot to the cold-proof corner.
It was mostly for adults, but there were also some child-sized items. Not many adventurers travel with children. It would be for those children.
Not so many, so the boy thought it would be difficult not to have the right one for his taste.
âWell, this is it if youâre strong enough to choose⊠It seems to have been given cold and heat resistance. But Iâm wearing your coat.â
Hmm, and the boy just bothered a little. As a result of the troubles, even in the same coat, the colour decided to take the black one into its hands.
âAround Alice, theyâre going to compliment me, but my sisters are going to tell me I donât have taste in it or somethingâ
The boy laughed a little when he remembered the childhood girl and her sisters.
Would they have already come to this age, too? If you donât even drop a smartphone like yourself, you should be able to get in touch with the family of this era right away.
âBut how do we get to Brunhild from hereâŠâ
There should still be no magic trains between Elfrau and Brunhild in this era. Think about it normally. Itâs a carriage or a walk.
Snowrawolf, who carried me this far, broke up with me because it would make a scene. Fortunately, from Elfrau, it continues across the Leggles, and we might be able to manage to get there in a month.
â⊠letâs go slowlyâ
The boy just made that decision. I canât help but say Iâm in a hurry. I donât have metastatic magic like my oldest sister or my fourth sister. I have no choice but to convince myself to snort.
âThis is fine with my jacket, I wonder if Iâll have gloves and boots until I leave Elphrauâ
Not a very good one, but both sold enough to outrun the cold. It would be unnecessary if the magic of warming [warming] could be used, but unfortunately the boy did not possess the aptitude for fire attributes.
All of my sisters and sisters âTodayâ possess unattributed magic, but only four possess six-attributed magical aptitudes.
[Storage] is unavailable because I dropped my smartphone. Some backpacks will put their bags in. I wish âStorage Cardsâ had sold them, but they should still be pre-prevalent in the Eastern continent of this era.
Dropped smartphones are locked, so they canât be activated except for themselves, but some [storage] is important. The boy thought so, trying to get his father to find him as soon as he got back to Brunhild.
If you choose gloves and boots, plus a backpack and a thin one, eventually the shopkeeper will come back from behind the store.
âHave you made up your mind?
âYes, Iâll have theseâ
I had cold clothes and other charges deducted from the money I sold Cufflinks, and the boy got a lot of road silver. I finally put that in my purse I bought. A purse is a simple bag made of horse leather with strings attached to it.
Tie that up on your hips and get dressed for what you just bought and go outside.
âYeah, itâs not cold. Now I think I can manage my journey. And thenâŠâ
GuuuuuuuâŠâŠ and the boyâs belly rang as if to make a self-assertion.
âIâm hungryâŠâ
Speaking of which, I havenât spoken of anything since I came to this time. I had some snacks in [storage] if only I had a smartphone.
But the boy has money in his hands. As we headed to the center of town to eat something delicious with this, three men blocked us in the direction of our journey.
âHey, kid. Why donât you grace us with your nostalgia?
Men with a nitanita laugh and a voice to the boy. All three were young but in a bad gala style, dressed like adventurers collapsed. If you look closely, one of them was one of the guests at the armor store earlier. Apparently, he was eavesdropping on the conversation with the store owner.
He must have called his people to get ahead of him and ambushed him.
âIf you donât want to be in pain, give me all the contents of your wallet.â
âI refuse. I donât have the right to be a bandit.â
The boy speaks clearly words of rejection without being frightened. Meanwhile, the three people treated like bandits by their children raised their blues and yelled out.
âWhoâs the Bandit! Smoke your fucking mouth!
âExalt your strength, threaten, and take away the hardware. Whatâs so different from a bandit? Itâs the same thing youâre doing, isnât it? Even kids can tellâŠâŠ head, are you okay?
âYou fucking kid!
One of them rushed over to the boy and shook one leg wide up trying to get a lateral kick in.
â[Slip]â
âWhew!? Damn!?â
The man who tried to put the kick in slipped his axial leg and hit him in the back of the head on the ground. They hit him pretty hard, holding his head down and stuffing him. The boy was blind to the fallen man.
âShit, what the fuck!
One of the other two has reached out to grab the boyâs chest. But the hand is punched in the little hand of the boy, and bounced.
â[Paralysis]â
âCrouch!?
What, the man with the hand played fell from head to ground at the front. My body is small and cramped. At a glance, it is found that the condition is abnormal. The men didnât know what the hell had happened.
âUnlike my sisters, I donât like rough things. I canât help it, so itâs bad.â
âBecome, what is this kid!? What the fuck!?
âWhatever they say⊠bandit exorcism?
With that said, the boy also touches a man who was holding his head and stuffing him.
Likewise the man cramped small and stopped moving.
I look at a fellow who falls and doesnât move, and the last one turns a frightened eye. What is this? Threaten a rich kid to get his wallet. It should have been a simple story. Yet why are you two down and you are being hunted down!?
âOh, if you get rid of bandits, will you get a prize? Your brothers, are they bounty necks?
âCome on!â
âAh.â
The man who was left ran out with his back to the boy. The man felt it intuitively. This kid sucks. No, this guyâs not a kid. Something I donât know.
âI wonât let you get away with it.â
âBecome!?
The boyâs right eye changes to golden. Even gold is a color called yellow gold, which is close to yellow.
The moment that gaze captured the man fleeing, the manâs body stood still as if he had become a stone.
I can breathe. I can barely move my eyes either. But the body doesnât move at all. No, itâs not that your body doesnât move. If you just donât move, you canât maintain this forward leaning position youâre running.
As if time had stopped, the man was solidified on the spot.
âThis one is also [paralyzed] because it will solve the instantaneousâ Mabata 'scratch.â
âGuha!?
Likewise, the third man falls to the ground. In minutes of things, three men were rendered helpless by a boy about five or six years old without skin.
âWell. What am I going to do with this bandit?
Normally, in these cases, it is common to contact the Knightsâ Chambers and have them captured.
But at the end of the day, when I go to the Knightsâ Stuff or something, they ask me a lot and I decide itâs gonna be a hassle. You canât believe me where I told you who I really am.
Besides, the boy is very hungry. I was perfectly sorry they took the time for such a nagging thing. Yeah, Iâm sorry.
In the boy, the bandits decided to leave him like this.
âBefore that,â he said.
The boy dragged the three of them and pushed them into the shade of the road, snatching their purses from their bodies. Iâm not trying to make anything my own. It is a little harassment.
âYou have it this wayâŠ. but I wonder why youâre trying to take peopleâs purses.â
Saying, the boy slammed the contents of the three wallets grandly into the street in front of him. Most of them were copper coins, but a few silver coins are also mixed.
Three people in the shade of a falling tree scream without a voice.
âI think a kind person would deliver the money properly to the Knights. When you can move, I hope you still have the money, okay?
With an angelic devilâs smile, the boy smiles â Hope Mochizuki Kuyuan smiles.
Bandits have no human rights. That is what my father and my mothers taught me. If my sisters were here, Iâd say âraw warmâ.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Itâs time to get to the limit.
âI hope thereâs something delicious, even if itâs not as good as Mother Louâ
Re-bearing a sloppy backpack, the boy began to walk in the snow at once.