*

　
　Even if you only prepare the surface, it's useless if there is no substance to it.　I can't help but think that, but formality is rather important.
　
　It was around June of last year that he bought me, so ten months have already passed.
　I've gotten used to the accounting work, and the nightlife...mentally, but physically, dammit, he's betraying my feelings.
　I don't hate the guy.
　He saved my life not once, but twice, and he even took care of my business.
　It's because of my academic background from studying abroad that he entrusted me with the accounting department, and while he did help me with the job, it was my ability that made it work.
　Well, even if you put that aside, there's not much to dislike about it.
　Honestly, if it were a story, it would have a happy ending.
　There's a semi-aristocratic daughter who was sold to a slave trader, and the new aristocrat, an upstart, rescues her.
　And then he avenges her, and that's usually the end of it.
　She doesn't want to help me avenge him, and I tempted her, hoping that she wouldn't avenge him for free, but I was wrong... but she still got laid.
　When I was writhing in agony over the incident with the nightclub.

Objection!　Half-elf!
Yes, Princess Tyria?

　Calling it a tayun, or maybe a blun, Princess Tilia stood up with a chest-shaking momentum and pointed at Leila.
　
　Well, I can't help but understand Leila's feelings.
　When there were only three mistresses, Leila, the landlady and I, Leila had a monopoly on that one.
　The proprietor of the house is a step or two backwards when it comes to nightclubs, and I... don't go out for pillows that often.
　At best, it was once a month, or maybe once every half month, or maybe once or twice a week.

'Times!　Why is it that I'm in there once and you're in there four times?　And I don't like the order of things!　Why do I have to be the last!
'If you do this with Master Tilia, Master Crono will be too tired to work the next day.

　Leila spoke of construction as if she were stating a fact.
　It's not a lie that it interferes with your work, but the construction is just as important as the formality.

''Oh, Leila, you don't take a step back, do you?
It's like the last thing you want to do is give in and fall back to the ends of the earth.
Don't you guys have to do this a lot?

　I asked the twin elves next to me as they nibbled on dried fruit.
　These guys ... Deneb and Arid have just become mistresses.
　They're content to have one night a week with these guys.

"We're in love.
Like I'm just happy to have an arm pillow.

　The guy who acts as a night owl in pairs is done with love and all that.

'd*mn, that was the first time I wore Crono out!　And I'm refraining from doing it a second time.

　The latter part of his voice was toned down, especially the 'I'm holding back' part, and he seemed subtly unsure of himself.

'....I see.
Yeah, what's with the subtle, winning smile?

　I narrowed my eyes and looked at Leila's mouth, but there was no trace of a triumphant smile on my face.

"I'm not triumphant, sir?
'No, you're winning. Hey, like this, you're feeling superior, like you taught Crono to be a woman, a technique I taught him...!

　If anything, I feel that Princess Tilia is just tormented by a sense of inferiority.
　To see Leila's shadow in that guy's, kisses and caresses, isn't Princess Tilia too conscious of it?

''As far as Princess Tilia is concerned, Leila is like a love interest.
'I have a feeling that Princess Tyria's decline began after she cuckolded Lady Crono.

　Deneb and Alideed explain, even though I didn't ask for it.

''Dude, by and large, if it's going to interfere with your work, why don't you cut back on the frequency?''
But unlike Princess Tyria, I can control myself.

　Why is there a pause?

'Mmm, it's a woman's battle, isn't it?

　Faye said as she ate her garishly refried beans.

'Why are you here?'
I'm observing the conference for later study, sir.

　I got a handful of refried beans from the bag Faye was holding, as much as I could fit in my hand.

Speaking of which, I heard that you gave your turn to Princess Tilia?
I'm sorry, sir.
You need to think a little bit more because I'm the one who set this up for you. Isn't it your dream to rebuild a dead house?

　When I ate a piece of refried beans, Faye turned her mouth upward and chewed on it.

I've thought about it.
Well, that's okay.

　The guy is serious in a weird way, so he wouldn't give up his territory just because he's a mistress.
　But he would at least support us.

...Leo-san, Horus-san, and Lizard-san are dead.

　Polly Faye muttered.

'Is that why?'
'I thought it would be dishonest to serve as a nocturnal nurse when my heart was not completely turned towards Master Crono.
Yeah.

　In your case, since your goal is to rebuild the house, shouldn't that guy be a secondary consideration?　But I responded in a casual manner.
　You'll be able to get a good idea of what a fool she looks like if you make a mistake, and I like her candor.

As long as you're working for Crono-sama, you'll get your chance.
You've been on standby.

　The reason Faye became a standby group is because she needs cavalry to maintain security.
　The Marquis of Erakis territory is large, after all.
　In order to cover such a large area, the mobility of the cavalry is essential.

''........We have an extra ten horses, but now that our territory has increased, it's a waste of time.
More territory is a good thing, sir.
It's a matter of degrees, degrees.

　Right now, the Marquis' territory of Erakis and Count Caddo are short of men.
　That's because, well, that guy's men have increased, but the number of cavalry hasn't increased and the officials are short.
　
　At the very least, it would be easier if you could save yourself the trouble of writing the paperwork.
　When I suddenly turned my gaze to look at them, Princess Tilia and Leila were glaring at each other silently.
　It was then that the sound of panting and clapping of hands echoed.
　By the way, it was the landlady who clapped her hands.

''It's already late at night, so why don't you make a quick decision?
I understand. We'll change the order and tomorrow we'll have Princess Tyria as our guardian for the night.
"Gosh, you're not going to give away the times?
Will you increase the frequency if Princess Tyria deems you capable of restraining yourself?
Look at me, half-elf!　I will serve as a worthy nightshade!

　Beep!　Princess Tyria declared, pointing at Leila.

*

　The next day, I was rubbing my sleepy eyes as I worked on the paperwork.
　The next day, I was rubbing sleepy eyes as I worked on the paperwork, renewing my license to sell slaves and operate a brothel.
　
　 I know.
　It's been endorsed as being properly managed, and the hospital in the Marquess of Erakis even makes them undergo a medical examination, so it's hard to blame them for the death of their purchasers, even if they die from rough treatment.
　In fact, since I'm taking that much effort, I can proudly say that even the slavers are doing a decent business.

''.........But even so, the number of slavers has increased. With fifty of them, how can you make a profit from a weekly slave market?

　I'm horrified that I have to make permits for fifty people.

'It really sucks to be one of the slavers when you've been sold into slavery yourself.
Lady Elena, I have brought you your meal.

　Faye walked into the room without knocking and put two plates on my table.

'What's this?'
It is the landlady's creative cuisine.

　There is a spindle-shaped piece of bread on the plate.
　This alone would be just harassment, but there is a slit in the center of the bread, and a sausage is in between.
　It's probably mustard on top.

By the way, the theme is 'easy'
I think that's the wrong word for 'cutting corners'?

　I don't have a fork and knife," said I, confused, as Faye grabbed a handful of her creative food and took a bite out of it.
　I grabbed it and put it in my mouth, afraid to eat it like that.
　As I bit through the sausage, I felt the hot juices...hot, hot!
　It's delicious with just the right amount of acidity.

''Well yes, this kind of meal is good sometimes.
We could use a little more than that, sir.

　It wasn't enough for Faye, who moved her body on a daily basis.

'Speaking of which, can I ask you something?
What is it, sir?
'There are fifty slavers, how can a business be viable with so many of them?
Not all of us have participated in the slave markets.

　Faye said as she stacked the plates.

'What do you mean?'
There are not many slavers who are based in Herschel. But when they leave Herschel for a few days to stock up, they make less money.

　Well, they're the kind of guys who sell 10,000 gold coins worth of slaves in a month.

So they stand in for them while they are away, or buy slaves from other slavers and resell them.
So it's got their permits in it?

　I don't buy and sell it myself, I buy it from other places and sell it myself.
　I'm sure other merchants are doing something similar, but I can't explain it.

'Oh, God!　It's so messy!
What is it, sir?

　I shouted, and Faye tilted her head in wonderment.

'It's a pain in the ass to fill out the paperwork!　The same sentence, many, many pages of the same sentence... it would be a little easier if I didn't have to write so many documents.
We'll save you the trouble, sir.

　Huh?　I looked at Faye.

'How?'
It's easy to do with a printing press.
Where is it?
You will be guided through.

　
　Khan!　Khan!　And the sound of hammering is depressing.

'This is it,'
Is this the printing press?

　If I'm not mistaken, the printmaking machine resembled a table.
　Or perhaps I should say it was a combination of a desk and a bookcase, with a sliding board added.
　There was no partition in the bookcase, but an iron bar carved at an angle through the center of the bookcase.
　In addition, there is a wooden rod extending right across the center of the grooved bar, and a wooden board-like structure is attached to the end of the rod.

'How does it work, this?'
First, a metal plate is placed on a sliding board and then the paper is placed on top of it. Then the board is pushed in and a wooden stick is moved.

　When Faye pulls the wooden rod, the slightly grooved carved iron rod and the plate go down.
　Perhaps as she moved the wooden rod in a semi-circle, the board attached to the grooved iron rod would press against the paper and metal plate.

''Great, great invention, this!　Why didn't you tell me that!
He didn't ask for it, sir.

　It was, but I couldn't contain my excitement.
　It would save a lot of time and effort to write a permit, and it would also save slavers and brothel owners a great deal of time if they had a sheet of paper with all the necessary items filled out to create a registry when they applied for it.

'How can I help you with your printmaking machine?'
I need to use this.

　The dwarf in the workshop, Goldie, called out to me and I pointed to the printing press and said, "You can use it for free.

You are welcome to use it as you wish. Of course, if you bring me the original artwork, I will engrave it for you.

　I clenched my fists.

'I'll have to ask Crono-sama for the rest.
Master Crono is on his way to visit the slave market.

　I thought that I didn't need to go all the way to the Slave City, I could just wait until he came back, but that guy was busy.
　I wouldn't be able to look at him if he went to inspect Count Caddo's territory right after he finished his inspection of the slave city.
　However, to be honest, I don't want to go to the Slave City.
　Recalling the feces and urine stained body and swollen face from that time, I feel like I'm going crazy.

''........Faye, will you come with me?''
I don't mind.

*

　The slave market is held at Miles' brothel, which is located in one of the commercial districts.
　As much as it bills itself as a gentleman's ballroom, Miles's whorehouse is smaller and cleaner than the rest, and it seems to hide its pretensions.

''Excuse me.''

　As I was about to enter the brothel with Faye, the gatekeeper crossed his spear and blocked my way.

"I've come on an errand for Master Crono, sir.

　As Faye stepped out to protect me, the gatekeeper slowly drew his spear, as if he remembered her face.

''Come in, please come in.''

　Is this another formality?　I walked through the lobby and opened the door to the hall.
　As soon as I opened the door, I felt a rush of heat.
　My legs shook involuntarily.

'I'm with you, sir.
Well, yeah.

　I took Faye by the hand and looked for him.
　The stage in the center of the hall deliberately averted my gaze from the slaves who walked on it, and I spotted him.
　He was sitting at the front of the stage with a long-haired, whore-like woman sitting next to him in a special seat.
　I walked up to her.

Oh, you are...
You're in my way.

　I glared at Miles and sat down next to that guy.

What's going on?
"Well I've come to ask a favor of you. Drinking in the middle of the day?
Hmm, water.

　As I said, Crono-sama lightly raised his cup.

''........Are you being harassed?''
As much as we try to give you the best of our hospitality, Master Crono won't accept it.

　Miles countered, as if to say he was out of his mind.

'I think you're too uptight to come to a whorehouse and leave without even holding a woman.
I'm just visiting.

　Seven ... one of them is absent because he's a man ... but he has a mistress, so he just doesn't have time to mess with a whore, does he?　I thought, but I kept my silence.

"So what have you come to ask for?
I need to use the printmaking machine from the dwarves' workshop to make permits and applications.
A printing press?

　It wasn't Master Crono who leaned forward, it was the whore sitting next to him.

'I didn't mean to say that to you, did I?'
It's okay.

　The whore smiled at me, showing no signs of being offended.

'A printmaking machine is a tool for printmaking.
What's the point of printing with a tool?
Well, maybe it'll come in handy one day.

　When the prostitute looked up and asked the question, Master Crono said unsurely.

'Hey! Answer my question!
You're a very impatient girl.

　Guru, I snarled like a dog and glared at the prostitute.

'You're so cheap for a whore. You should at least tell me your name.
Elaine, it's Elaine Sinner.

　I've heard that name before, I said, repeating her name in my mouth.

...the guildmaster of the Whore's Guild?
You know me so well.
'I only remembered it because a bunch of dumb men were making a lot of noise when I was studying in the Free City State cluster.

　The fact that I knew the name of the guild master of the Whore's Guild doesn't help.
　As this woman said, it's only a matter of 'you know him well.

''You've studied abroad, haven't you? But aren't you a bit cavalier for a slave?''
It's like that for both of us.
'A whore and a s*x slave there may not be much difference between them. But there's a big difference between us. Isn't it, Elena Graffius?

　Elaine's voice was gentle.

'I chose to be a whore myself, but you did not choose to be a slave yourself. I am proud to be a whore, but what about you?
....

　That's because you're successful, I wanted to tell her.
　But Elaine was full of confidence.
　Even if she wasn't successful, I'm sure she wouldn't change even if she wasn't successful.

'Can't you see what you looked like when you sat next to Master Crono?　Yeah, even when I said, 'Don't even hold a woman,'

　Giggling, Elaine gave him a condescending look.

'Smile of relief, my dear. I'm a slave, I can't help it.'
I'm on my own.

　d*mn it, you were reminded at the slave market (here) that you have no power.
　I was beaten and torn to pieces to make an example of myself.
　If I'd stuck to my guns to the end, I could have talked back.
　But I snapped.
　I even pleaded with the slaver to let me bathe in the water.

You are still a slave. You're still a slave, just like she is walking the stage.
.....

　I stared at the stage, and I straightened up.
　And so did my opponent.
　The moment our eyes met, we stretched and looked down from one side to the other.

"...her name is Westa, her age is 18, she is the daughter of a bankrupt merchant family.

　I didn't ask for it, but Miles explains his identity.
　I know.
　Wester was about a finger taller than me.
　He was always sleepy-eyed and carefree.
　But he wasn't insensitive.
　He had a problem with large breasts, and he always walked hunched over.
　Why?
　Elaine must know that I was friends with Westa.
　Even if she knew, she didn't expect it until I got here.

"He's a decent guy, well educated. I know it's a bad idea, but I'm a virgin.

　Westa's voice echoed as he finished going around the stage.

''Westa, sir. I'm from a free city-state group, and I'm not very good at arithmetic, but I think I'm reasonably well educated.''

　A voice that seems to be fading now.

''Well I can't keep up with the topic, can I?''
If you asked me a question, I would have answered it.
'I thought it might be a good idea to interfere after Elena picked a fight with you.

　Crono-sama said in a voice that showed no trace of tension.

''Then we'll start with twenty gold coins!
Twenty-one gold pieces!
Twenty-three!

　The amount of money rises in small increments.
　At the point when the price exceeds twenty gold coins the opportunity to help Westa was lost the moment twenty-one gold coins were priced.
　I'm saving to buy myself back.
　The money I've saved in the past ten months was twenty gold coins.

Thirty!
Thirty-one!

　What a fun way to get the audience going with a bang.

'....a hundred gold coins.

　With that one voice, the hall fell silent.

''........What do you mean by that?''
'Hmmm, we're short on staff at the whorehouse, so I thought I'd fill in for you.
You gotta be kidding me.

　Westerners don't get to be whores.

'I mean it. I'm proud to be a whore, but I'm not of such a generous nature as to allow myself to be scorned and smile.

　d*mn it, this woman is disgusting.
　I'm sure this woman will do anything to hurt me.

Master Crono, I would like to request a loan from you.
Why?
I've decided I want that slave. I need you to lend me a hundred gold pieces.

　I reflexively turned to Faye and I almost cried out.

''Of course, I wouldn't say for free,''

　Faye removed her sword from her sword belt.

'It is a memento of my father,'
They're worth about a pound of gold.

　Miles shook his shoulders as Faye held out the hilt of her sword, and he shook his shoulders as if to hold back a laugh.

'I am always at the request of Master Crono, am I right?
By the way, I'm prepared to give you up to a thousand gold pieces.

　Faye glared at Elaine.

No upper limit, please.
Then I'll give you a hundred and one gold pieces.

　Crono-sama raised his hand in a reserved manner.

''Then I'll........a hundred gold coins.
Mr. Elaine.
What is it?

　When Crono-sama called out, Elaine replied with a gentle smile.

''Umm, I'd like to get along with Elaine-san?''
'Oh, me too. But, as I said before, I'm not of such a generous nature as to allow myself to be scorned and to smile.
'The feeling is ... I don't want to say it because I'd be offended if I said I could understand it, but I think this is a watershed moment.
What does it mean?

　Elaine crossed her legs gracefully and narrowed her eyes to see what Master Crono meant.

'Can we get along or not?'
What if we don't get along?
'It's going to be a shame. Oh, I don't want to threaten you or anything, but I'm afraid you'll have to be flexible enough to step back here to get along.

　Master Crono leaned forward and looked at Elaine.

'What if we could get along?'
I'm building a harbor now.

　Master Crono said as he sank down on the sofa to cut through the small talk.

'Yes, I know,'
'I'm thinking of selling the rights to use the port on a monthly or yearly basis, but I'd like to do some trade myself!
So?

　Elaine leaned forward and looked at Master Crono.

'Is it right to call me a hired manager, or is it kabushikigaisha?'
Kabushiki, Guy, Shah... what's that word?
First, let's say that Elaine is going into business. But she doesn't have any money. So she seeks investors.

　Elaine and Miles both tilted their heads in wonder.

'After all, that's not debt. I'm not sure what the prerequisites are, but there's no way you can borrow money without collateral.'
'So I'll lend you money against your business rights. I'll get a share of the profits, and I'll interfere in all sorts of ways with the management of the business, but basically, as long as you make a profit, I won't complain.

　'Hmmm,' Elaine snorted.

'So you're saying that Gabushiki Gaisha I'm just supposed to be in charge of management?　You have the right to fire me, and you must pay your share until you give up your rights or I buy them back.

　Intrigued, Elaine turned her gaze to Master Crono.

''What's your share?''
Not just half of the profit, but 30 percent?
My share is going down!
I've reduced my share.
Oh, so you're getting 30 percent.

　Elaine leaned forward and shouted, but she felt the deliciousness of her share being seventy percent, and sat back shallowly on the couch.

'It's an interesting story, but I don't see your true intentions,' he said. Because if I can come up with that much money, I'd better start my own business.
Sure, I have money, but I don't have any connections or experience. Well, in terms of investors and hired managers, there's a hierarchical relationship, but in the sense that they make up for what they don't have, it's a relationship of equality.
Are whores and noblemen equal?
Yes, as equals.

　Elaine and Crono-sama looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

''I understand. I'm not going to forgive you for being scorned by the slave there, but I'll put up with it because I want to get along with you. Now, here's the business. As for the kabushiki gaishas, I want to move now.
You're a quick study.
"Sold for a hundred and one gold pieces!

　After Master Crono and Elaine's bargaining session, the host man announced the winning bid.

*

　I.........it was after dark that me, Faye, Master Crono and Westa returned to the Marquis' mansion.
　Since then, Crono-sama had decided to invest in Elaine using the kabushiki-geisha method, and it took some time to discuss it.
　When I went to the dwarf workshop to pick up the permit to become the source of the edition, I found Elaine receiving a large box from Master Crono.
　The amount of money that Master Crono is investing in Elaine is 10,000 gold coins... I know there are more than 50,000 gold coins of indeterminate use left in the vault of the Marquis' mansion, but the sight of that was unbearably frustrating to me.
　As I stared at Elaine, who was riding away in her carriage, "d*mn it," I was beckoned by Master Crono.

''Elena, from tomorrow, I'm going to put Westa in support.
Do I have to take care of it?
'Yes, you will. I left my room next to Elena's.
Well Elena, it's nice to meet you.

　Wester was wearing Master Crono's cloak and crossing his arms to hide his chest.

''Follow me as I show you to your room.

　I showed him where the work area, bathroom, and toilet were, and showed Wester to his room.
　The room was clean, but minimally furnished.

'For now, go change your clothes,'
Yeah, I'm sorry.

　Lacking alertness, Wester changed into the prepared dress with an irritatingly slow movement.

'But thank goodness. Elena-chan is with me.
No, not well.

　I looked down and shook my fist.

'Slave, slave!　I'm the property of Master Crono, and so is Westa!

　d*mn it, I said, scratching my hair.
　That woman reminded me that I'm a slave because of her.

''Um, Elena-chan, I'm sorry for the terrible thing I did.

　I glared at him and Westa looked down as if he was frightened.

'He did that to me, man, a lot of things. At first I was so scared that he was going to hit me, and I felt miserable, and I was disgusted... and that wasn't all.

　I always thought I was a masochist, but was that really all I had in mind?
　What I was really afraid of was the possibility of being dumped.
　That's why I was relieved to know that I was worthy of being a woman, even though I said I didn't like it.
　I thought I had gotten a place by myself, but I think I was just under the protection of Crono-sama from the moment we met.

''........my room is next door.
Elena!

　Ignoring Westa's voice, I went back to my room.
　Then I spent some time in a daze.
　I had a meal in the servants' dining room and was hanging around the Marquis' mansion because I was somehow having trouble getting back to my room.

........

　Princess Tilia walked lightly in front of me.
　The smell of soap softly tickled my nostrils.
　Why does she look so happy?　As I stared at her back, Tilia said, the princess stopped dead in her tracks and came back in front of me.

'What can I do for you?'
I'm not here for anything. I just thought it would be fun.
Mm, fun.

　Princess Tilia turned her chest back to show off her size.

'You don't sound like fun. If it's okay with me I'm sorry. As you know, I must now serve as a nightie. But if you're willing to give up your turn at nightgown duty, I'll be happy to discuss it with you.

　Hmmm, I groaned.
　I don't think I'll get any sympathy from this man if I ask him for advice.
　I feel that counseling is something you do because you want comfort and affirmation of yourself, and if you don't get any comfort or affirmation, you'll suffer even more damage.

'Yes, would you be willing to talk to me about it?'
Mm, I'm on it.

　Maybe it was out of desperation that I decided to talk to Princess Tilia about it.
　A place where I could talk to her calmly I thought of my work room.
　I showed Princess Tilia to her work room and arranged the chairs so that they were facing each other.

"What the hell is bothering you?
'I had a fight with a nasty woman today, and I was reminded of my position. I'm a slave, protected by Master Crono, and I'm so helpless that I can't defend my friends or be stubborn.

　'Mu,' said Princess Tilia with a difficult look on her face.

''Mmmm, what's wrong with realizing your helplessness?''
'I'm a slave. I'm Master Crono's property, protected, and I thought I'd earned my place on my own without even realizing it.

　Mmmm, said the Princess Tilia, raising her eyebrows.
　I regretted from the bottom of my heart that I had asked the wrong person for advice.

''Well you're Crono's slave and in charge of accounting for Crono's territory, right?　As a slave, you're Crono's property, and as an accountant, you're a vital person in the management of the estate, so isn't it only natural for Crono to protect you?
I'm afraid that Master Crono will leave me if he torments me, but I feel safe when he holds me.
That's just the way it is.

　Huh?　I opened my eyes.

'When Crono locked me out of the room, I was terrified, you know. I was afraid of being tied up and blindfolded, and I was afraid of being compared to other women. But when they hold me, I feel safe. Isn't that normal?
I don't think it's normal to be tied up or blindfolded.

　'Mm-hm,' said Princess Tilia, nodding repeatedly.

''The reason I'm afraid is because I'm serious. When I serve as a nightgowner, I can't use my bloodline, my ability to study, my skill with swords, my ability to use divine arts... all the things I used to rely on. When it comes to nightlife, I'm a one-man race on my bed. It doesn't matter if I'm a slave, half-elf, or commoner. So it's fun and scary.
....

　This man is more serious than I thought.
　He is seriously in love with Master Crono and really wants to compete with us.
　Elaine said she is proud to be a whore.
　I'm not proud of being a slave.
　But I'm serious.
　I'm sure the woman had to go through some hard times to get to where she is now.
　But I've seen hell, too.
　I've suffered setbacks that have made it impossible to hold on to anything.
　I may be a slave, but I'm a survivor.
　That's something I'm not going to let you deny.

The rest is history. Faye seems to think of you as a friend. It's a relief to have someone who loves you in your situation. Well, I'm leaving. Crono is waiting for me. And then you'll have to keep your promise to give up your turn at the nightlife.

　Princess Tyria said as she wound up and left the room.

*

　The next day, I used the printmaking machine to print up the permit.
　The actual printing was done by Wester, but it was so convenient that I wondered if there was a need to make a printmaking machine.
　I felt that hand printing was enough without a printmaking machine.
　Well, we can't have a newbie westerner do complicated things, so it's best for him to learn the flow of work while doing chores.
　I took the printed permit and headed for Crono-sama's office.
　Since Crono-sama's bedroom is upstairs, I ran into Princess Tilia, who somehow walked with a slight inner-temperedness.

'....Oh, what do you want?
Well, it doesn't sound like fun.

　With a huff, Princess Tyria smiled.

The Cronos looked like they were having fun.
Where is Princess Tyria?
I can't believe they even gagged me!

　Princess Tilia collapsed to the spot and held her head in her hands.
　It was almost like she could hear a lament like that, "Ororo~n, Ororo~n.

''Wow, good thing I can't say it back, obscene, obscene words!　Nuh-uh!　Cow, of all people!

　Princess Tyria seemed to have stood up to it on her own and was cruelly defeated.
　Probably she was told that she had breasts like a cow, or this spoiled milk, or something like that, like a cow would be better than a cow just to produce milk.
　Leaving Princess Tilia writhing in agony, I went to the Crono-sama's office.

"I'm coming in.
Come in.

　When I entered the office, Master Crono was working diligently.

'Sign the permission slip,'
Okay.

　As I put the stack of papers on the desk, Master Crono set aside the stack of papers he was reading and began to sign.

'What's that?'
'Hmmm, didn't Dr. Arthur start officer training?　So they turned in a report on the ideas that came up in class.

　Heh, I replied appropriately.

''Well, I've got some interesting ideas,''
Hmm. I just saw Princess Tilia earlier... do you have something against Princess Tilia?
"During a drill at the military academy, a fully armed Tilia chased me with a horse. We weren't even given a proper armament and then they backhanded us and that thing was definitely going to kill us.
Yeah.

　I was going to cover for you last night because you were a sounding board, but there's no way to follow up if you're holding a grudge.

How's Westa doing?
Don't expect it to be an instant success.
Well, I'll wait patiently.

　There was the sound of crunching letters.
　I wasn't sure if I should say thank you, but I didn't say anything.