"Dramatic Before and After.


　--Klingbloom residence.

　A rented mansion on the outskirts of King's Landing.
　Today, an important meeting is being held at the mansion, which is being rented until it can be rebuilt.

　The name of the person we've invited is Hura Walcott.
　He's one of the most famous court mages in the world.

　I'm going to have a face-to-face talk with him.

　The name of it was about the rebuilding of Klingbloom Manor.

　In addition to being responsible for the magic of the royal castle, the court mages are also very talented architects. Among them, this man named Hura has a keen eye for it, and can be said to be an unparalleled lover of architecture.

　In addition to Klingbloom's house, there are several other burned down mansions, and he is currently working like a chariot horse to build the houses of the nobles.
　He was now working like a wagon horse, building houses for the nobility.


　Richter L. Klingbloom was puzzled.


"I see. To summarize, the office has a direct attendance system where the floor of the desk opens up and you can slide directly into the carriage. In the entrance hall, there is a bouncy floor that can be pushed up to the second floor office. In the corridor, a trolley is installed to facilitate movement -- oh, that's good, that's good!
Nothing good about that. ！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！

　Bang!

　It's not a good idea.

"Sir, you do nothing but deny, don't you?
I'm sure you're not the only one.
"Haaaaaaah ......
That's a big sigh!
I feel like letting out a sigh. You should take a lesson from them.
"........................... ...

　I turn around with a disgusted look on my face.
　The secretary behind Richter is smiling and glowing.
　And behind him, near the door, a barbarian waving cheerfully.

Please shut up about it. ......
"Because you're not saying anything, Mr. Richter. You don't say anything. Hmm...or...or...or... So I thought I'd at least give you my opinion.
"Well, that's exactly what Beatrix said once. Beatrix once said that if you give the least, the meeting will naturally roll.

　I'd rather have a meeting where no one has an opinion on what to do.
　No matter how bad it is, if you give the worst opinion, it will be better than that, and opinions will come out.
　That's how Richter remembers the meeting rolling.

"But...

　But," he said, looking at the front of the room with a suspicious look in his eyes.

"Hmm, let's start with the arena in the middle of the compound.
It's all been adopted. ！！！！！
"Lord Treasurer. What kind of material do you want for the arena chairs?
We don't have the whole thing planned out to discuss such details right now!
You shouldn't have defaulted on the cushion fabric. This arena mansion is prone to mildew from the way the sun shines in.
Klingbloom residence.　What's an arena house?
I thought it was a bit tacky.
I'm going to hang you.

　He clenched his fists, and Hura shook her head.

"Sir?
It's .......

　He looked at Richter with a very serious, admonishing expression.
　He looked at Richter with a very serious, admonishing expression, as if he were waiting for advice from a professional architect.

I, too, get bored with the same old buildings.
"I don't care, you idiot.
"Why not?　An arena in the middle!　A trolley in the corridor!　Trolleys in the corridors, a slide from the Oval Office into the carriages, and a direct attendance system!
Your home is not a toy. ！！！！！！！！！！！！

　Table bang!

"You mean that?　There are always tracks running through the corridors and barbarians running around screaming "No! In the arena, the barbarians are running around screaming. In the arena, barbarians wield spears and shout "YEAH! and wielding spears. In the Oval Office, I fall to the floor with dead eyes and get thrown into a carriage to go to work?
I'll just slide headfirst into the carriage.
Madness?

　Richter tilts his head with eyes that have lost their light.

"Herr Richter.
It's .......
Would you like to see a reversal?
I don't know what it is, but I think it's a bad idea.
Instead of Klingbloom Mansion, think Klingbloomland.
I don't know what they'd say if I pre-empted the Pasta-chan Land that the Orba Trading Company is devising. Worst of all, what if they make a fuss about it, calling it idea theft?

　He sniffed and then - in a fluid motion - held his head in his hands and muttered in a tearful voice.



"That's not even the point. ......

　What the hell is Klingbloomland?

"Then what do we do, Sir? It's just one more boring, characterless mansion in a noble town?
I'm not sure why you're being so blatantly demotivated.
But ...... is boiling hot.
Don't look for that in your work. ....... Go to another mansion, go to another mansion.
Are you talking about the kitchen in every room of the Hammot House?
What are you doing? ？？？？？？？

　The Hammot Mansion is the home of the Boneless Hammot.
　Every room has a kitchen?

What is this, a hotel?
We wanted to be able to enjoy our meals in every room, so...
And you did it yourself?
"A nobleman's right is to exercise it when the time is right, Lord Klingbloom.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but this is not the right time, you idiot.

　In the meantime, Hura drew something on the scroll and held it out to Richter.

What's this?
It's just an image for now.

　An arena in the middle of the mansion. The mansion resembles a doughnut, with a trolley running happily around it.
　A small, deformed Richter gets on, smiles and says, "Go, go! He looks very happy.

I can't believe this is home.
I've set up a stop for you. This is the office station.
You've got nothing better to do.
You'll be able to transfer from the Oval Office to work directly and hitch a ride on the coach. Hessle.
Shut up.

　How much do you like head-sliding?

Think about it, Walcott. What if the carriage door is closed on this direct attendance system?
You'd have to go through it.
What if the carriage isn't there in the first place?
Ha-ha-ha. That's a long way to go.
You've got to be kidding me.

　A reasonable distance.
　You're talking about distance blown.
　What do you think of Lord Treasurer?

To begin with, sir. You said you couldn't spare the time to come to work.
What are you talking about as if it's a good idea?
I just came up with an alternative. It's a flash idea.
........................

　He tells Richter, who doesn't look like he trusts him one bit anymore.

"We'll have an office upstairs at the entrance.
Don't try to take me down.
I won't do that. No, I won't. Here--

　He points to a corner of the entrance, then to a corner of the office.
　Apparently, that's where the latitude and longitude match.

"I'll set up a climbing pole.
Am I a guard at the guard station?
More like on duty, sir. Ha-ha-ha.
Don't you have any idea how to set up an office near the entrance?
...... Oh, there was a time when I was young like that.
Now you're nothing but a useless old man. ......
Oh dear.

　Hurrah shakes his head loosely.

I'm not sure what to say.　I'm not sure what to do.
You've got an arena in the middle of nowhere, a trolley in the corridor, and you're talking nonsense, so here we are.
The direct attendance system is Mion's.
f*ck you guys.
By the way, Mr. Richter. The chef thought it would be fun to have an elevator that could send food upstairs.
Isn't that too much freedom?
Ho!　Elevator!
Don't bite. Don't bite.
They've recently invented a powered elevator!　Not the pulley-powered, human-powered kind, but the kind that can carry people with ease!
You've lost the honorifics.

　That's not polite," he said with a cough.

Anyway, elevators, as a civilized device...
Don't get sidetracked. I'm not talking about that.
Derailment ...... was talking about a track in the corridor.
That's never going to happen.



　Er, trococo!　I heard a lonely barbarian cry, but I ignored it.

No arena, no elevator, no ridiculous attendance system. Or I'll order you to build the exact same mansion as before, Walcott.
...... That's no fun.
All right, well, at least try to be creative.
Hmm. No choice.

　Hura nodded, as if giving up.

　That day's meeting came to an end.










　One month later.

"Richter. You know why I'm here, don't you?

　The princess's eyes were as cold as the sky, and Richter was puzzled.

　I don't remember doing anything wrong.
　And yet I feel like I'm about to be killed.
　As he puzzled over what had happened, the princess said to him.


"Explain to me how you got the tracks to the royal castle.
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　This is the Direct Attendance System, modified!