*

　Myra stared at Claude's back.
　As Myra must have noticed, Claude sat down on a stump near the cliffs and stared at his domain without getting bored.
　The slaughterer (slaughterer) and the feared mercenary are not there.
　At some point, Claude began to have a calm look in his eyes.
　The same is true for Myra, as well as his comrades who ran with him through the period of upheaval.
　The current Myra is Baron Crawford's maid of honor, not the Myra of the Silent Killing (Silent Killing).
　Her former companions, many of whom have families.
　They've married, had children, and even have grandchildren.
　...Grandchildren, Myra said, looking down.
　Before I knew it, my friends had grandchildren.
　You can't get rid of them.
　You guys were doing this and that, but........what?　It's like that.
　Myra watched the sunset, though her life had never been one for love of color.
　Elves have a long life span.
　Considering the length of their lifespan, it was no wonder they were childless.
　And yet elves of Myra's age who had never been married were in the minority.
　I'm sure they didn't have high hopes.
　I was just hoping that it would be nice to have an annual income of two thousand five hundred gold coins.
　No, if you think about it, I might have been a little bit less critical.
　The fact that I was busy at work was not irrelevant.
　I devoted all my energy to exploring the southern frontier without any sense of urgency, and now we have a situation like this.......twenty years of manly shade.
　No, no, no, I've done it with Master Crono.
　I'm still young," Myra said, ruminating on the memories of her time with Crono.
　It's a shame that Crono-sama couldn't move...no, no, no, that's a good thing.
　Kufu, Crono-sama's moist eyes are truly wonderful.
　I couldn't resist attacking her, but if Crono-sama is on the right track, you can let her attack you.
　Of course, I'll take the lead, but Myra shook her head.
　I don't want to do that kind of thing, what I'm looking for is supposed to be love.
　I want a kind husband, a child...........I want a modest but warm home.
　But shouldn't I also enjoy the process of having a child?　I'm prepared to do whatever it takes if you ask me to.
　No, no!　Not so!　And Myra shook her head, shaking her hair out of her head.
　She should calm down a bit and consider her weapons.
　Myra thought calmly and was shocked at how few weapons she had.
　By all accounts, there was no demand for an elf who was nearly sixty years old in real life, and an ex-mercenary who was feared to be a silent killer (Silent Killing), in addition to that.
　I can only laugh now.

''Uhaha!''
You scared the life out of me.

　When Myra laughed in desperation, Claude turned around in surprise.
　Thinking about it, Claude was also married and had a child, even though they were not related by blood.
　The man who was most unlikely to marry was married.

'....Huh.
You must be tired, huh?
Yeah, maybe.

　I've been working hard all this time.
　It would be strange not to be tired.
　Fortunately, it's a slow farming season now.
　It wouldn't hurt to take it easy a little bit.

''I'll take your word for it I'm going to take two and a half months off and go see Crono-sama.
No, it's fine.

　Glancing over, Claude had a subtle expression on his face as he stole a glimpse.

'Is your husband unhappy with my going to see Master Crono?
I'm not complaining, but I'm a bit of a parent.

　After all this time, Myra looked at Claude.
　Myra and Claude had been a man and a woman at one time, but it was only a physical relationship.

'Take Johnny with you, too,'
You want me to take that thing in?

　Johnny is a former vigilante of the Baron Ecron's estate, now a servant of the Baron Crawford family.
　He pretends to be Crono's little brother and is a bit of an idiot.
　I'm going to be strong to repay my brother for his kindness. He asked me to train him, so I gave him training, and Johnny fell down spewing vomit through his nose.
　I've been training him, but I haven't been able to get him to do anything.

"Isn't that good enough for you?
I don't think I'd be much use to you otherwise, sir?

　It would be easier to travel alone on horseback, but I shouldn't disrespect Claude's concern.

''........I'll get ready to leave as soon as possible.

*

　Troubles only come in when you are in a hurry.
　Where have you stored your clothes for going out?　While Myra was wandering around the mansion thinking, Count Ernat's son.......Gaul came to visit.
　Gaul was a fool when he came to the southern frontier.
　He was skilled, but he was the type who, after being in a hurry for merit, would either protrude too much on the battlefield and die in isolation, or he would neglect his footing and get stuck in troop management.
　The atmosphere seems to have changed, Myra thought as she led Gaul into the reception room.
　It's a good thing that you're able to rely on your subordinates to be samurai and poised.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.

'How are you doing over there?'
This is my new deputy, Nia.

　The boy who was called Nia bailed on his superciliousness.
　His age was probably in his mid-teens.
　He is slender in build and shorter than average in height.
　It's a young face, and perhaps a quality of shyness, but there's a glint of fear in his eyes.

'Nia is the third son of a merchant family. He's useless as a soldier, and when we had cavalry, we used to make him take care of the horses, but now we don't have cavalry.''

　Perhaps sensing Myra's heart, Gaul began to tell her why he had installed Nia as his second in command.
　In building the fort in the Areos Mountains, Gaul had reorganized his troops.
　Rather, he was forced to reorganize because his subordinate cavalry was pulled out and so on.
　The reason for this is that there is no need for cavalry in the fort.

'Maybe it's because he's the third son of a merchant family, but Nia is good with numbers. It's a good thing that he is a reliable lieutenant who makes up for my lack of stupidity.
No, Master Gaul.

　Gaul restrains Nia, who tries to sit up and argue with him, with only a glance.

'All I need is a glare from you at the bargaining table.
It's just the right person for the job.
Isn't that right?　Nia's made it possible for me to feed my men a full meal.

　Myra said, and Gaul gave a manly smile.
　Gaul-sama isn't stupid, though Nia is the only one who seems unhappy.

'How can I help you today?'
As a matter of fact I'm thinking of stopping doing business with the Bailey Trading Company.

　Myra asked, and Gaul leaned forward to answer.

'I thought you were able to feed your men a full meal?
That's true, but they'll have to pay for transportation.

　Is that really all there is to it?　And Myra looked at Gaul.
　Then Gaul raised his hands in the air as if to say "I give up.

'To be honest, I don't trust those guys at the Bailey Trading Company. Well, I know that my stupidity is the reason my men are starving.'

　Gaul smiled self-mockingly, ashamed of his own past.
　Tsk, troublesome way to grow up, Myra spat in her mind.
　If Gaul was still an idiot, he was going to use it well, but this wasn't going to be able to use it.
　No, Myra reconsiders, if he's no longer an idiot, then he should sell his debt and build a cooperative relationship with her instead of using her, Myra reconsiders.

''I understand. I'll have your husband write a letter of introduction for you as soon as possible.''
Oh, thank God.
Please wait.

　Myra left the parlor and paused.
　Now, I wonder where the master is, Myra crossed her arms.
　If it's evening, the cliffs overlooking Baron Crawford's estate, the cliffs overlooking the Barony of Crawford, you don't have to go to the office or your own room to see it.
　You write for me, Claude would say, but it's important to get permission for these things.
　Speaking of which, Myra walks out.
　The smell of blood reaches her.
　Well, the moment she opens the door, she sees Johnny lying on the ground.

'Sir?'
Is this my fault?

　Claude said as he tightened his grip on the blood-stained wooden sword.
　No matter how you look at it, the culprit is Claude and the murder weapon is the clenched wooden sword.

''My son runs around for no reason, but this guy runs into me for no reason.
'Isn't Master Crono on the run because he's learned from his past experiences?

　Is Crono cowardly or is Johnny reckless?
　Maybe they were both right, but I'd like to see Claude learn to go easy on him.
　Claude scratched his head like a bum and carried his wooden sword.
　A spurt of blood stained Myra's apron dress.

'So, what's up?'
'I don't think you're going to get that line with blood splatter on your apron?
It's bad.

　Myra let out a deep sigh.

'So, what do you want?'
'Master Gaul would like you to write a letter of introduction to the merchants.
Oh, okay.

　Myra's eyes widened lightly at the unexpected dialogue.

'No surprise there, right?'
'Certainly, I don't think we need be surprised, considering my relationship with Count Ernat.

　Right?　And Claude smiled fiercely and walked past Myra with a fierce smile on his face.
　Myra looked down at the motionless Johnny she pretended not to see and returned to the mansion.



　After handing Gaul a letter of introduction written by Claude, Myra began to prepare for the trip again.
　However, it seems that troublesome things only come in when you're busy.

''Nanda, sonofacial ha?''
I thought you'd be cold.

　Myra said, and the Roux chief crossed her arms to emphasize her ample breasts.
　A band of fur covered his chest and a long, skirt-like strip of fur covered his lower body.

''We, spirit no blessing, Al.''

　Lara replied with a modest heartbeat.
　Isn't it simply a case of being skinny?　But Myra didn't speak of it.
　According to the information I got from Lili with her big tits, Lara is engaged in a mock battle with Gaul.
　Afterwards, Myra is taught what Lara and Gaul are doing, but she doesn't point it out and doesn't show it on her face.

'Promise no salt to herb da.'
I understand. In the parlor.
"Unnecessary.

　I guess that means they don't intend to get along with each other.
　Every time they have the same exchange, but it's polite to recommend it even if you know you're going to be rejected.
　The chief looks at the ground.

"...do you think it's okay to let him go?
'I haven't seen anything, but you can take them away if you want.
"Needs Run
I'm sorry.

　The price of salt and herbs is food, cloth, needle and thread.
　I could introduce a merchant I know like I did with Gaul, but there is a risk of getting beaten down cheaply, so the Crawford family will sell the salt and herbs to them.
　Considering the labor involved, it wouldn't be a beehive to get a brokerage fee, but Myra gave up the brokerage fee in a heartbeat.
　His future master, Crono, risked his life to establish a friendship with the Roux tribe.
　In order for Myra to maintain her current position in the future, she needs to be considerate of Crono.
　Once we have a little more interaction, I plan to hire Roux warriors in the Crawford and Ekron families and then get the other six families to understand them as well.
　We're doing some rooting, but we should not be in a hurry to proceed.
　Myra mobilizes the other servants and piles the cargo into the yard.
　The chief gives them a look, and the warriors who had been waiting for him carry the load.



　After the chief returned to the Areos Mountains, one nuisance after another kept coming up.
　With all of that resolved, Myra gave up looking for clothes for going out.
　When she thought about it, she didn't remember buying clothes for going out.
　I was working hard, Myra said, and packed her travel bag with underwear and spare maid clothes.
　When I got ready for the trip, I found that I had two travel bags.
　It's a small amount of luggage that makes you realize how much you've despised yourself as a woman.
　If you look around your room, you'll find minimal furniture.
　No, no, this is what a woman's room should be like, Myra sheathed the dagger she had finished taking care of.



　She was a perfect maid of honor from morning until night, 24/7.
　Well, I mean nothing else.
　The only flaw I can force up is that I have no experience in raising children.



　When Myra stepped outside, Johnny was sitting up and looking down at his blood-stained hands in wonder.

'What's going on?'
Didn't find anything, sir?
Is there blood on the floor?
It's a strange thing, isn't it?
Yeah.

　Johnny stood up and drew his dagger and began to make a bare swing.
　What a way to make a swipe, I have no idea what to expect.

'I remember you telling me to make a bare swing with the wooden sword?
I am. But he claimed to be the best dagger user in Baron Ekron's territory. I just want to be the best with the dagger. So.....

　Johnny stopped his bare hands and stuck his dagger out to Myra as if to show off.
　The cutting edge was pointing upwards, but it didn't feel very good.

'I bought it with my paycheck!　It's made by Kanuchi, Kanuchi's!
Huh.

　Myra let out a sigh, unsure of what to say to Johnny, whose eyes sparkled like a child's.

'Myra, you don't know Canuchi?'
I know the name, at least, but it's a quality I don't care much about.

　This is true.
　During his time as a mercenary, he often moved around from place to place, so Myra was not concerned with the workshop where he made weapons.

''I'm going to show you how strong I can be to be useful to my brother with this dagger.

　'You seem to be getting on well with your expensive weapons,' said Myra, letting out a deep sigh.

'I'm going to teach you one lesson, come at me. You may keep your weapons as they are.
Are you sure?　If it stings, it hurts, okay?

　When Myra beckons him to join her, Johnny seems to have taken the plunge, holding his dagger in a hip pool.
　Wobbling, Myra ducked Johnny's attack.
　Johnny looked surprised and swung his dagger around.
　As Myra continued to duck the attack, Johnny's movements quickly slowed down.
　Johnny thrust the dagger at Myra as if in desperation.
　Myra grabs Johnny's wrist as he grabs the dagger and slams his elbow into it, pulling his hand away.
　Twisting up Johnny's arm, Myra gets behind him, letting go of his hand and keeping his distance.
　'Kehhh, kehhhh, kehhhh,' says Johnny, slumping to the ground.

'....Lesson one. It's third-rate to neglect taking care of your weapons, but it's an amateur to have an expensive weapon and think you're getting stronger. Sometimes the stone you pick up is the deciding factor in victory. That's what real warfare is all about.

　Myra picked up Johnny's dagger and

I will confiscate this one. Please get ready to travel quickly.

*

　A month had passed since they left Baron Crawford's estate after being seen off by Claude, who had a subtle expression on his face.
　It was a peaceful journey.
　Elves were less likely to be denied lodging than beastmen, which was probably one of the reasons why it was so easy to get a place to stay.
　Myra didn't mind staying in the field as long as she could wash her underwear, but Johnny adamantly refused to stay in the field. He shouldn't have been surrounded by wild dogs and chased by bandits.

'Oh, that's Hachel, isn't it?
We're here at last.

　You can see the walls surrounding Hachel,
　Johnny let out a sigh at the guru's table.
　Myra's clothes were not even frayed, but Johnny's clothes were in tatters and his jacket was almost slipping off his shoulders.
　We completed the formalities at the gate and proceeded to the carriage.
　The inside of the walls were crowded.
　It is especially busy in the section lined with stalls and shops.
　In Myra's experience, a busy city is one where the gap between the rich and poor and the corruption of the officials is severe.
　Even if you are able to mend the surface of such things, it is impossible to cover up.
　As far as Myra can see, it seems to be okay, so Crono seems to be doing reasonably well as a politician.
　I can't help but smile.
　Although it was only a year's master and student relationship, it's still nice to see the growth of my student.

''Speaking of ... disciples...''

　We suddenly looked at each other.
　The other party also seems to have noticed Myra's presence and stiffens his body.
　The other party a dozen or so meters away the twin elves stare at Myra, frozen and unmoving.
　The twin elves ... the twin elves ... the one with Deneb and Alydead at her side is Princess Tilia, dressed in a white military uniform.
　Princess Tilia seemed not to notice Myra and stopped and looked curiously at Deneb and Alideed.
　One second, two seconds, three seconds........

"Geeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

　With a strange cry, Deneb and Alideed turned their backs on Myra and ran away.
　It was a brilliant escape through the crowd.
　Myra dismounted from the carriage and threw a stone that had been lying nearby.
　In a fawning parabola, the stone hit one of the twins as it tried to escape into a narrow alleyway.
　The stone hit the back of his head and one of the twins fell.
　Princess Tyria ran to the fallen elf and held out her hand.
　Glowing white particles shot out of Princess Tilia's hand.
　Probably, Princess Tilia is using the Divine Majesty Technique 'Healing'.
　Myra instructs Johnny to go ahead.
　As Myra stands behind Princess Tilia, the fallen elf wakes up.

'Oh, I look like I'm dead?'
He's alive.
It's not true, and I see the devil in him.
Do you mean me, the devil?

　Myra asked, and the elf, who had fallen with a gabber, picked himself up.

'And I can't believe you just saw him again and tried to kill him!
'And so on!　Like what we've done!

　'Gah,' the twin elf the spoiled maid ranted.

'You faked your change when you were shopping and called me a hag?
I returned the change!
I was subjected to a traumatic chastisement!
I see, is that all you're trying to say?

　When Myra smiled thinly, the twin elves cowered as if frightened.

"Yo, come to think of it, maybe we were in the wrong, huh?
Like there's no way in hell I could cheat on my change or point out my age or anything like that for real?
'Thank you for being so quick to understand. If you could just pretend that the stone-throwing incident never happened.
...yes.

　Myra tapped her shoulder gently and the twin elves nodded honestly.

'It's been a long time, Princess Tyria.
'Oh, you're Baron Crawford's maid. It's been a year or so?

　When Myra grabbed her skirt and bowed, Princess Tilia replied in a hawkish manner.

''I've just received a leave of absence,''
'I see, so that's why you came to see Crono. I'm sure you have a lot to talk about, so let's move on to the Marquis' mansion.

　Myra nodded, "Princess Tyria is quick to talk and helpful," she said.

Excuse me, Your Highness?　Oh, we are.
Do you have some time off from work?

　Princess Tilia tilted her head curiously, and the twin elves smiled affectionately.

'No matter,'
"I'll never forget this, Princess!
"I'll buy you a dry incense tea!

　Deneb and Alydead ran off.
　Gratitude seemed too cheap to be an out-and-out incense tea, but Princess Tilia smiled bitterly, as if she had no choice.

'If you could tell me how Lady Crono is doing along the way,'
We're going to need more time to get to the Marquess' house.

　Princess Tilia walked away with her arms crossed thoughtfully, wondering where to start.
　Princess Tilia seemed happy because she could brag about her man.

'I met Crono at military school.

　Yes, Myra nodded.
　She also knew that Princess Tyria had dared to drop the reverse on Crono during the exercise, but Myra didn't point it out.

'When did Myra meet with Crono?
Since the day Master Chronosphere was born.

　When Myra made a gesture like she was holding a baby, Princess Tyria squinted her eyes suspiciously.
　Immediately Myra realizes why Princess Tilia is squinting.
　Princess Tilia knows that Crono is from a different world.

''I beg your pardon. I met Lady Crono five years ago.''
I see.

　Princess Tyria said with a bit of regret.

''Have you always been like that?''
No, he seemed somewhat introverted, though?

　'Mmm,' said Princess Tilia, covering her mouth with her hand suspiciously.

''As a result of my strict discipline, Master Crono is as robust as he is now...''
What have you done?

　Huh?　And Myra looked at Princess Tyria.

'So it was your fault Crono was like that!
I'm sorry, sir.

　It was only because he corrected that spoiled personality that Crono is still alive today.
　If he had kept that personality, he would have been killed in his first battle.

''I'm sorry.''
No, I don't mind.

　Although predictable, Myra answered without changing her face.
　If it is simply a matter of character, there is no reason to be accused, so it is probably something else.
　It's a shame, after all.
　If only Crono had been fully prepared at that time, it would have been a different kind of fun.

"After all that happened at the military academy, we became friends. Then we met again at the Marquess of Erakis.

　Myra listens to Princess Tyria's story and gives her a suitable counterpart.
　Aside from Princess Tilia's personal story, Crono seems to be managing the territory with the enrichment of his own territory in mind.
　The establishment of workshops, significant tax cuts, restrictions on violence against slaves, a licensing system for slavers and brothels, the reopening of the poorhouse, the establishment of a paper workshop and the implementation of public works to ensure employment, agrarian reforms, the establishment of a new concept union, the construction of a port, salt fields, pioneering, etc...........................Princess Tilia There may have been things he didn't grasp or omitted to say, but those reforms must have emitted a synergistic effect.
　It seems that Crono-sama has been blessed with a relationship with people, Myra patted her chest.
　It could only be called fortunate that they had people who were able to institutionalize Crono's knowledge, which Myra judged to be useless, and yet still manage it correctly.

''Well there was something more I wanted to talk to you about.
I'll be here for a couple of weeks.

　Ahead of Princess Tilia's gaze was a building surrounded by a high wall.
　Four towers, and in the center of it stood the castle pavilion ... not a castle as a military base, but a building for residence.

''It might be a little noisy, but you'll get used to it.
No, I thought you wouldn't mind if I did.

　Khan, Khan, the sound of hammering could be heard.
　As I walked through the gate, I saw Crono.
　There is also a minotaur, a dwarf, and a girl in a white military uniform.
　Crono was in what looked like a workshop, holding a bow in his hand.

''What's that?''
I believe it's a new tooling bow. It looks like they've finally developed a new weapon. It's a printmaker, a distiller, a thousand tooth handler... no, Crono has a budget for technology development, so it's okay?

　A word that hadn't come up in the earlier conversation.
　
　The Minotaur was handed the bow and succeeded in squeezing the strings without difficulty.
　How strong is the string being strung that Crono can't move the string at all?

''What's the matter, a failure?''
No, it's not a failure, it's just Myra.

　When Princess Tyria called out to her, Crono turned around......................and stiffened up like the twin elves.
　It was a rude reaction indeed.
　We made love on the southern frontier like that.

''Boy(s)..............You won't run away, will you?
Well, I'm not running away.

　Exhaling with a bumo~, the Minotaur slowly put the strings back in place.

''General, which one of you is it?'' (Bum?)
This is Myra, the maid who works for my father. Oh, he's my second in command, Mr. Mino.
"We haven't seen you for the first time..." (Bumo, Bumo)
Thank you for being so gracious.

　As Myra and Mino exchanged brief greetings, Crono indicated the dwarf and the girl in the white military uniform with his hand.

''This is Goldie, the head of the workshop, and she is Viscount Eryl Sardomelik, head of the Eleventh Kingsguard.
It's always been a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Crono.
....

　Don and Goldie tapped their breastplates, and Viscount Eryl Sardomelik only made eye contact.

'By the way, what has been done to your bow?'
'I tried to see how strong a bow I could make, but as you can see, I can't pull it off properly. That said, I can't even organize a squad of minotaurs or lizardmen archers.
It's a lot of work to raise an archer from scratch, general. It's not easy to read the wind like the elves do, so we can't use the range of our bows well.
Accuracy is only as good as the numbers.
But relying on numbers alone can be dangerous.
''There's probably only a limited number of battlefields where we don't have to worry about supplies. But that doesn't mean it's realistic to have a large Minotaur or Lizardman archer force for such a limited situation.

　Crono, Mino, Goldie, and Eril sat in a circle.
　After exchanging various opinions.

'Shelve your bow enhancements until you have a better idea!　Then, on the development of alcohol-based weapons.

　With a peck, Princess Tilia smacked Crono on the back of the head.
　Then Crono turned around and his lips twitched in frustration.

''Since Myra is from the southern frontier, you should give her a proper welcome.
''No problem. I am grateful for the Princess Tilia's concern, but you are now a nobleman with two fiefdoms. As a maid in the service of the Crawford family, I can't interfere with your work.

Oh, yeah?　Then I'll have Alyssa show you to your cabin.
Thank you, Princess Tyria. As I will be staying with you for a while, I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunities to talk to your son... any number of times.

　Myra smiled.



　Alyssa is said to be the head maid and the maid attached to Princess Tilia.
　Her age would not reach thirty.
　I heard she has a daughter, but she didn't tell me about her daughter's father, so she must have a lot of reasons for that.
　Perhaps that's why Alyssa is so reserved in her gestures.
　It looks like she's trying to hide her femininity.
　I like that about her.
　If we respect each other's positions, we can have a good relationship.
　If possible, I'd like to make her stand up for me naturally, but Myra puts her luggage away.

''Well speaking of which, where's Johnny?''

　I looked out the window and saw that the carriage was parked in one of the yards, as if it had arrived.

'Given Johnny's character,'

　Is it about time you challenged Master Crono's men to test your skills and were beaten to a pulp?　And Myra let out a sigh at the thought of a battered Johnny.
　Johnny is so strong there.
　He could do so much better there without the overwhelming disadvantage of size and numbers.
　On the road, when he's involved in a brawl in a tavern, he's able to get through it well.
　However, that strength is limited to the general classification of people.
　I'll be taken care of in a different way than Crono-sama, Myra said as she left the room.
　When she walked out, using her memory, she saw Johnny was about to be carried on his back by a beastman........I believe he was called Taiga........
　The half-elf girl.......................Snow is anxiously accompanying her.
　Perhaps Snow had beaten Johnny to the punch.
　The only people in the yard are Crono and Goldie the dwarf.

''This is what happened when I made them participate in training, that is.
He said, "I'm serious.

　Apologetically, Tyga laid Jonny down on the ground with Snow's help.
　Jonny was white eyed and passed out.

'You're back pretty quickly,'
Master Crono, I have to get back to work.

　Myra let out a sigh and drew water from the well in the garden.

'Well, Myra, isn't that too much?'
'I did the same thing when Master Crono fainted, but what is it?'

　Johnny's extremities twitched as Myra sprayed the tub with water.
　Grunting, Johnny raised himself up.

'Oh, brother I showed you a disgusting place.
No, I'm glad you're not hurt.
I told you I meant it.

　Snow said in a voice that sounded like a mosquito buzzing and turned over.
　He wasn't complaining, but rather worried that Crono would hate him for hurting Jonny.
　From what Layla had told me, Snow adored Layla like a mother to her.
　Maybe she's afraid that Leila will hate Crono because of her.
　Call me twisted if you ask me, but Myra touched Snow gently.
　Snow looked up at Myra in surprise.

'Don't worry about it. That thing is an idiot, and it won't learn if it doesn't hurt you a little bit.
But I did cry.

　Huh?　And when I looked at Johnny, he was crying.

'I'm so pathetic. I haven't gotten any stronger in spite of all my hard work.
'Bo, it's my fault. I owe you an apology.
''You'd better not do that, that I know. If you apologize, you'll be even more miserable, that I'm sure.'' (Gawd, gawd)

　It's a chaotic situation.
　In the midst of all this, Crono gently tapped both of Johnny's shoulders and smiled in a caring way.

''........Johnny.''
My brother, I, I, I...!

　Crono's form changes to that of a demon as he stares at Johnny.

''If I could be that strong that easily, I wouldn't have a hard time!

　Crono screamed.
　It was a scream that ignored the feelings of Johnny, Snow and Tyga.
　It's not even close to not reading the air.

'Mostly, you know how much, how badly it took for me to get this strong!　The first time I held a wooden sword, my dad broke my arm, I puked in Myra's training, I made it that far, I fell out of military school, and I lost my right eye in my first battle, I'm blind, blind!

　Emphasizing the blindness part, Crono shook Johnny.
　He shook him with this or that.
　When he finished screaming, Crono let go of Johnny's hand.

'Sure, you'll want to cry, but it's your choice.
It was my decision.

　Johnny looked up at Crono and muttered softly.

'No?'
Yeah, it's your own decision. I'll do my best. I'll do my best to be useful to you.　I'm going to go again!

　Johnny got up energetically and ran out of the Marquis' house.
　Hurriedly, Tyga and Snow followed Jonny.

'It was a brilliant pep talk. I thought it was the face of a brother and son.'
I didn't mean to give you a pep talk because I knew that would be the end of it if I stopped you with that.

　Crono scratched his head in embarrassment.

'Myra, I asked you to take care of Johnny.
I'm sorry, sir.

　Myra nodded.

*

　I thought boredom was a problem for me," Myra sat up in bed and let out a deep sigh.
　Myra was a guest, and guests were not to be worked for.
　She could work as a maid if she offered Crono a job, but now that she didn't know Alyssa's personality, she would have to avoid it.
　Even Myra would be perplexed if a maid with a longer career than her shows up, and she would be uncomfortable if such an unfamiliar maid worked with her own face.
　You should be quiet for now.
　Of course, I'll work with Crono, even if I have to.
　As Myra sat up to borrow a book, there was a thump on the door.
　Myra hides behind the door and opens it.
　Entering are a sallow-skinned maid and Cecily.
　Huh?　And Myra's eyes darted to the ground.
　At one time, Cecily was Gaul's second in command on the southern frontier.
　She must have been the sister of the Commander of the Fifth Kingsguard and the daughter of Viscount Hamal's family east of the Marquis of Erakis.......Thinking that far, Myra was satisfied.
　She must have been turned in as a hostage as a result of Crono making some kind of deal.

''Whoa!　Why are you in that place!
It's just a habit.
Really?　Well, it's no wonder you have a habit of doing that. I'm Verna. Master Crono told me to take care of you.

　Pointing a thumb at herself, Verna said.
　As a maid, she flunked it, but now Myra was a customer.
　It's not my job to hurt a bad maid so that she can't laugh or cry.

''It's Cecily Hamal.

　Cecily said as she let out a sigh.
　Considering Cecily's origins, there was no reason to be dissatisfied.

'What is it?'
It's a great thing to be an elf.

　Verna said admiringly.

You don't look a day over 60. That's right, he's about the same age as Master Crono's father, right?　And yet you feel like you're in your thirties?
Mr. Verna!

　Pocan and Cecily tapped Verna lightly on the head.

'What?'
'It's rude to ask a woman her age!

　'You are rude enough to point that out in front of me,' said Myra, her cheeks twitching.

'Yeah, I was just excited.
Why does this excite you, Verna?
In the slums, Claude Crawford is a legend, legend. From war orphan to sword-fighter, he's a nobleman, a nobleman!

　Verna said, sounding impressed.

''........Legend.''

　It's only thirty years ... no, it's already more than thirty years ago.
　It's strange that an event more than thirty years ago is being talked about as a legend.
　Suddenly Myra remembered a colleague who was supposed to be in the imperial capital.
　Ault could at least make Claude Crawford a legend.
　I believe that as a result of Ault putting his knowledge into practice, Claude Crawford has become a slum legend.

'If you could tell me the legend,'
That's part of the job, isn't it?
I don't know.

　Sitting Verna in a chair, Myra listened to the legend.
　All the while, Cecily remained standing next to Verna.
　She tried to get Verna and Cecily to sit on the bed, but Cecily didn't want to.

'By the way, my dear boy, are you doing well?'

　When Verna's story had died down, Myra cut in.

'I don't know, why?'
No, you see, you look like Master Claude. I'm worried about your relationship with a woman.
Well, I think Cecily knows more about that. It's like I'm on duty again today.
How did you know, Verna?

　Cecily exclaimed, and Verna puffed her chest out in triumph as Cecily exclaimed.

'No, Cecily, you know how Cecily gets quiet in the morning when she's on duty at night. So I guess that's why I'm on duty today!
I mean, I don't really like it.

　Hmm?　Myra thought.
　Cecily looked like she really didn't like it.

'Can I ask you to elaborate on that area?
No!

　It couldn't be helped, Myra said, giving up asking about nightlife.
　It would be enough to know that today was Cecily's turn.