"Wow, oh, oh,

　The man runs away screaming.
　But behind such a fleeing man comes a prostitute or a woman dressed like a dancer.
　No, it's not just the woman who's chasing you, it must be a bunch of adventurers who are chasing you.
　In his confused mind, the only thing he could think of was running away.
　He wields a dagger with blood on the blade of his sword, and desperately tries to escape from those who are chasing him even a little behind him.
　Or perhaps he would not have been so conspicuous if he had thrown away his dagger, but... he could not afford to think of it in this confused man.
　At the moment, the only thing in my mind is to just run away.
　But... the next moment he suddenly finds someone running next to him.

"Wow!"

　I realized that it was the man I had been pursuing... not that he wielded a dagger in a semi-reflective motion.
　The man's hand still felt blood rising in his head and stabbing him in the body during the previous fight, but he wielded a dagger out of fear of being caught.

"Oh, no,"

　But when I hear such a voice, the next moment the man's vision is reversed and I feel a strong shock on my back.
　What happened?
　He thought so for a moment, but it was quite unexpected that he had been struck to the ground by the force of his own running and his dagger.
　The woman who did it...Vihela hardly ever tried to manipulate the other person who ran away by stabbing him, so the impact on the ground left him breathless for a moment, and the next moment he lies on the ground and coughs violently.

"Why, if you're fighting, don't use these weapons. You can do it with your bare hands."

　Breathtakingly, Vihela waits for the group she is with today to come.
　Vihela is the only one in the group who has outstanding ability, so this time, Vihela alone caught the man all at once.
　Looking at the coughing man, Vihela recalls the incident.
　It's not that complicated to begin with.
　That's the reason why a group of a few people had a quarrel, because they were walking down the street, not bumping into each other, not glaring into each other.
　Only the young men, who were full of blood, would naturally have to fight each other... and if they thought they were at a disadvantage, one of the men who didn't want to lose or be despised would have drawn a dagger in his pocket.
　The excited man wielded a dagger half-paroxysmally... stabbed the man in the thigh in the opposing group.
　What surprised me was the company of the man who stabbed me.
　We didn't expect our comrades to use weapons and really stab them instead of intimidating them.
　The man who stabbed him escaped from his fear and the result was this.

"Why are there so many people like this when it's only spring."
"Well, well, well... it's just spring has come."

　One of the adventurers who has finally caught up with him says so, gasping for breath.
　And Vihela knew that the word was not really wrong.
　I knew it, but I still feel dissatisfied.

"I wonder if I should have taken on security work a little later, perhaps because I knew this could happen when Bune stayed at Marina's house."

　Spring had just begun, and a large number of people who were not in Gilm during the winter came in quickly.
　Among them, there are many problematic children who naturally cause this kind of incident...or even more problematic in character.
　The number of people coming in at once increases the number of people who naturally cause trouble.
　With that in mind, this is probably the hardest time in terms of keeping the peace.
　Bune, who had lived alone in the labyrinthine city of Egzil for many years, anticipated the area and stayed at Marina's house today -- Bune, for the time being, too, in the evening wheat-tei.

"We are glad to have a man as good as Mr. Vihela, but... and he is still comfortable without a red cloth."
"Red cloth...."

　Much of the red cloth was killed as a sacrifice to the eyeballs.
　Fortunately, some of them were still alive, but they lost their egos and did not do anything voluntarily.
　Vichela knew that they were under house arrest by Dusker.
　However, they are the ones who do nothing voluntarily, and they only consume food, water, and other necessities.
　Dusker is the only one who makes the most of it, but if he had been a ruthless lord, or if he had judged it unnecessary to make the most of an unprofitable being, he would have killed the red carpeters, who had no ego and were merely alive.
　Or, as there were young women in the red cloth, there might have been worse fate waiting than death.
　Given the circumstances, Dusker, who doesn't have to think of a cure but keeps it alive, would be a good enough person.

"Vihela? What's the matter?"
"No, it's nothing. For now, shall we take him to the guard station? We can't keep him here."
"That's all right. I've already sent for some guards."
"Oh, you're smart,"

　Vihela, who smiled and said so, saw the man's cheeks blush himself.
　Men don't know women at all.
　If I could afford it, I would go to a brothel or have a girlfriend.
　Still, the mere sight of Vihela's smile makes me react this much in a beginner.
　In response to his own reaction, he manages to suppress his desire to roll around the ground with his head in his arms, and continues his business conversation with Vihela.
　Vichela stayed there until the guards came and caught him.





"Yes, this shouldn't be a problem. ... But don't push yourself too hard."
"Thank you, Marina,"

　The man, who has been cured by Marina's water spirit magic, bows his head out of the room.
　Seeing off such a back figure, Marina looks around.
　Several wizards are treating the injured with their own healing magic.
　No, many people are recovering not only from the magic of recovery, but also from herbs.
　Originally, there are very few wizards, and among them there are even fewer wizards who can use recovery magic.
　For that reason, there are quite a few people who have recovered from minor injuries, such as herbs or portions.
　In fact, the man who recovered Marina had also lost his hand during the extension and was severely wounded by carpenter's tools.
　... in this case, perhaps, we should praise Marina's magical powers, which treated her injuries so quickly.

"But there are many injured people,"
"That can't be helped. There are so many people working together."

　A woman mumbled back to Marina after she had treated her minor injury with herbs.

"Well, it's just... it's not an injury at work, it's a bloody kid fighting... you know, a knife stabbing in the leg that was brought in earlier."
"Oh, that's... when there are so many people at once, they get mixed up."

　As she says so, she looks disgusted.
　For a woman, it would not be interesting to treat the injuries sustained in the construction of Gillum's extension, but it would not be interesting to treat the injuries sustained in such a minor way.
　No, not only because it's not interesting, but also because we have a fixed stock of herbs.
　What would happen if there were no herbs for such people at the time of need?
　I wonder if women have that kind of feeling.
　That area is not much to do with Marina, who is recovering from spirits.
　However, Marina's Spiritual Magic is not being used for nothing.
　The magical powers given to spirits are finite, and there is a possibility that spirits themselves will get tired of treatment.

"It's not that the guards and the adventurers who have been asked to keep the peace are doing their best, and they're going to disappear in the future, but I'm sure there will be fewer."

　The woman listening to Marina's story looks disgusted when she describes it as less, not less.
　For a woman, the truth is that she doesn't want to treat such a person if possible.

"Well, I hope it will be less..."

　I hope so.Before the woman could say so, young men who had fought again for the same reason came, and the woman concentrated on her treatment while controlling her irritation.





　the garden of a marina's
　It's a space where you can spend your time comfortably without marina.
　It's spring now, but it's still a little cold to pretend that you enjoy tea so slowly outside the house.
　Elena alone doesn't have to worry too much about it, but now there are people like Arra and Bune.
　Therefore, the garden was set up to be very comfortable by the marina.

"My dear Elena, from a messenger of the Earl of Bureau,"

　Arra returns to the garden and passes a letter to Elena.
　The letter was tightly sealed with wax, indicating it was a formal letter.

"Is it the Earl of Bureau? But it's not him."

　Putting the tea on the table, Elena smashes the envelope with a knife and glances at the letter.

"Of course,"
"Wasn't it himself?"
"Oh, I'm a relative of the Earl of Bureau. I'm afraid I'd like to see you. Now, what shall I do?"

　The number of nobles increased considerably this spring, as did many who came for work.
　They were sent by aristocrats who learned that Gilm was going to expand from town to city.
　However, the aristocrats close to Gilmoo had already arrived last year, so it was far from Gilmoo that spring came...or the aristocrats who were not good at gathering information.
　The Earl of Bureau, who brought the letter, was also a nobleman with a territory far from Gillum, and could not have sent him a suitable person last year, until this spring he arrived.
　And because she belonged to the aristocracy, she was the daughter of the Duke of Kelebel, who led the aristocracy, and she was a symbol of the aristocracy, who was nicknamed General Hime, so she must have wanted to see her.

"The Earl of Bureau is a man who doesn't hear any bad news. May I see him?"

　Being a member of the same faction, Arra knew of the Earl of Bureau as a matter of course.
　It's unusual for aristocrats -- and I'm very sorry for Arra -- to have to use this expression -- that she has a good government, and that her territory has flourished considerably.
　If this had been a nobleman who was violently exploiting the people of his domain, he would not have encouraged them to meet, fearing that it would have a negative effect on Elena.
　At Arra's words, Elena thought a little... and nodded.

"If possible, I should like to see the Earl of Bureau himself, but I see. If Arra says so, I'll see him. Arra, please arrange a meeting with him."
"All right. I'll get it ready right away."

　Saying so, Arra walks away from the garden.
　Seeing it off, Elena brings tea back to her mouth.
　In the garden, Bune is playing with Yero and Elena looks at the scene with a smile.

"Well, spring has come and everyone has become active, but I wonder what will happen this year."

　There will definitely be another incident this year.
　Elena looked up merrily, muttering as if she were so convinced.