*

　February 43rd year of the imperial calendar -- Tilia stamped the permit and superimposed it on the stamped permit.
　There are three types of permits on the desk in the office - a permit to open a stall, a permit to operate a brothel, and a permit to trade in slaves.
　The permit for the business license for the brothel and the license for the slave trade are valid for three months and the permit for the stall is valid for twelve months.
　The examination of the brothel and slave trading is strict, but the stalls are quite loose, with groups of people being able to apply for a stall and permission being granted to joke stalls such as life advice.
　I don't think Crono believes that major problems occur with stalls.
　The paucity of material on stalls seems to prove this.

'But to be this blatant,'

　Tyria stared at the material about the whorehouse, thick as a blunt instrument, and chuckled.
　Not only was it thick, but it was extremely meticulous.
　It contains not only information about the brothel and its management, but also the vendors who come and go.
　The same goes for the slavers' materials.
　It's the clerk who makes these documents, and the items on criminal records show that they work well with the military.
　That's not surprising.
　The loyalty of the clerk and the soldier is directed to Crono personally.

'Building a warlord in less than three years?

　The War Office takes great care to prevent the formation of warlords.
　They don't allow the lord and the battalion commander to work together, and they only provide a minimum amount of military funding to prevent the battalion from moving on its own.

''Well, it's my fault.

　It was Tilia who made Crono serve as both the lord and battalion commander.
　Of course, he hadn't planned to have him build a warlord from the beginning.
　To be honest, I didn't expect much.
　It's true that he suffered a painful defeat in the military school's exercises, but it's impossible to imagine that a man who was even called a disgrace to the military school could build a warlord and establish an economic zone consisting of four territories in less than three years.

''That's why I must firmly support him. Crono has a few things that are missing.''

　For example, the group applied for permission to open a store.
　I doubt very much that Crono anticipated this situation and gave permission.
　I'd be lying if I said I wasn't angered by the way they took advantage of the situation, but the idea itself was brilliant.
　If you are allowed to open a stall, you have to pay a certain amount of money, and building a stall costs money.
　If they were only selling food, they would have to be creative with the layout of their stalls, which would be used to make grilled sausages and other dishes.
　If there is a risk of collapse or loss of fire, the stall will have to be rebuilt at worst.
　It's not a lot of money, judging by the information I've gleaned from playing and even inspecting the stalls, but it's not a lot of money to throw down the drain.
　However, if a group of people ran a stall, the burden per person would only be as much as the amount of money spent on the bar.

''........If only we could maintain the status quo.

　I must say, it is difficult.
　The farming community is currently in the midst of cultivation.
　There's no denying the possibility that the labor that goes into the stalls will be lost.
　More farmland would be better, of course, but it would be a shame to lose that chaotic vibrancy.

'Let's call on Sif, or perhaps the Peddlers' Union.

　I think it would be a good idea to sell the folk art made by the barbarians - or should I say the pioneers from the Bethel Mountains - at the stalls.
　Not only would it make the stalls more crowded, but it would also help ease preconceptions.

'Wooden carvings, weaving cloth from imported wool would also be a good idea.

　Settlement continues in Count Caddo's territory.
　The trees cut down cannot be bought and sold without permission, but the pieces of wood can be used freely.

''........cloth is tough?''

　Considering the cost of materials and time and effort, I'm afraid of when it doesn't sell.
　Just as Tilia crossed her arms, wondering what was going on, there was a knock on the door.

''Princess Tilia, excuse me.
...hmmm.

　Alyssa entered the room with a shallower bow than usual.
　The shallow bow was because she was holding a tray with a letter on it.

'Have you received a letter from the Earl of Chiron?'
'This is from the former Viscount Hamal and Sheratan, Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain, and Baron Treis. We are currently checking for omissions of signatures, but we have received a residence permit from Viscount Sheratan.

　Well, Tilia let out a deep sigh.
　It was a month ago that she sent a letter to Earl Chiron in a desperate attempt to create a fad.
　Count Chiron would create a fad and........no, I don't know.
　I think he would rather take the lead in doing something that Tilia would not like.

''Well come to think of it, it's a good thing it wasn't Count Chiron.

　I feel like I could have asked Viscount Blood Hamal, who guards the roadway that connects the Imperial Capital to Emperor Nouzi's direct domain.

''Princess Tilia?''
Yeah, just put it on the desk.
I'm sorry, sir.

　Alyssa quietly placed the tray on the desk.
　She picked up Baron Mesartim's letter, which would be the same as usual again.
　Tilia unsealed the letter and her eyes widened.
　She continued to look through the letters of Baron Bossain and Baron Treis.
　She couldn't control her mouth from loosening.

''What good has come of it?''
My efforts have paid off.

　I picked up the letter and stuck it out so I could see the text.
　Then Alyssa looked down at it, apologetically.
　That made her realize her mistake.
　Just because she was excited doesn't mean she can't show the letter to the servants.
　He would be a hard man to get.
　He admonishes me in a less talkative and more reserved manner.

''Oh, I'm sorry. All three of them seem to be interested in the wool we import from the Holy Argo Kingdom.
'Congratulations. I'm sure your husband will be very happy to see you.

　Alyssa folded her hands and smiled happily.

'Wait, Alyssa. Shouldn't I compliment you on my steady efforts there and then say that Crono would be happy too?
I'm sorry, too!

　Alyssa bowed her head in a hurry.

'No, I'm sorry for the detail on my part.

　Tilia picked up the former Viscount Hamal's letter and unsealed it.
　The outreach to Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain, and Baron Treis was successful.
　I only thought it was written that way, but there is no mention of it.
　I suppose everyone has a change of heart, but how can three people change their minds at the same time?
　Next, we read a letter from Viscount Sheraton.
　It stated that his uncle Reed's injuries had been healed, that his negotiations with the military had dramatically restored security, and that the city was returning to life with the elimination of the toll tax and the introduction of a system of street vendors.
　Tilia narrowed her eyes, wondering if it was as the rumors she had heard in the city.
　Tina seemed to think that the introduction of the stall system was starting to bring the city back to life, but unfortunately it was due to the power of the peddlers' union.
　The Sheratan Viscount's Domain doesn't have that much room to maneuver.
　This is the difference between those who have lavishly invested money and time to develop the territory and those who have not.

We could also give Reed a Thousand Tooth Handler as a gift for his recovery.

　Crono has sent a thousand tooth treaters to the rural villages and southern frontier of his own territory.
　If possible, I wanted the technology to be kept secret, but I know that is difficult.
　The reason is that you don't need to have a high level of skill to make a thousand tooth handing machine, even if it requires some trial and error.
　So, Crono must have thought of selling his favor in the form of providing technology.
　Tilia opened the drawer, wondering if she should write a letter before she forgot.
　But there was no paper there.

'You've been careless. Alyssa, I'm sorry, but the paper...'

　When Tilia looked up, Alyssa had a languid expression on her face.
　For some reason, she feels strangely lusty.
　Come to think of it, I remember hearing about seeing Alyssa in the dining room cum inn.
　Even though she's a mother of one child, it's no wonder that there's a man she's dating in secret.

''........Sir.''

　The moment Alyssa muttered, Tilia realized with lightning speed that the person she was hiding and dating was Crono.

''........Kohon.
I'm sorry!

　Alyssa jumped up and bowed her head vigorously as Tilia cleared her throat.
　She guffawed at the urge to question how long they've been together.

'You can call me ma'am if you want, okay?
Why is that?

　Alyssa raised an eyebrow, as if confused.

'It is my decision to be Crono's full-time wife.
'You may call me ma'am when you're married, don't you think?
'We're as good as married, so you don't mind if I call you ma'am, do you?

　I thought I was trying to keep him in check, but Alyssa's confusion deepened.
　She doesn't seem to understand one thing now.
　No, she's a smart woman.
　She must be pretending not to notice.

''By the way, what can I do for you?''
I was going to ask you to bring me some paper.

　Tilia crossed her arms.

'Right. As I thought, bring me the paper. And the carriage.
Where are you going, sir?
Count Caddo. I'll need you to get my residency papers ready. I'll bring it to you while I'm on my way.
I'm sorry, sir.

　Alyssa bowed reverently and left the room.

*

　When I entered the dining room, Viscount Eryl Sardomelik was seated.
　He had been chubby for a while, but he had regained his original body through diet restrictions and moderate exercise.
　No, I should say that his body was healthier than before.
　After a while, the landlady and a maid wearing an eye patch arrived with a silver tray.
　The landlady stood next to Viscount Sardomelik, while the maid with the eye patch stood next to Tilia and began to lay out the food on the table.
　The menu consisted of bread, whitefish soup, whitefish meuniere, and salad.
　Viscount Saldomelik took a small slice of bread and brought it to his mouth.
　He swallowed it, which he chewed slowly, and muttered as he let out a sigh.

''It's ... delicious.''
You'll let me know if I'm missing something, won't you?

　Viscount Saldomelik looked at the landlady with a huff.
　Her eyes sparkled with happiness.
　But it quickly turned into something dark and somber.

'I can't do that,'

　It sounded as if he was vomiting blood.

'If you gain weight, you'll have to restrict your diet. It's more efficient to stick to one serving,'
Why don't you just exercise what you eat?
'I refuse. I can't stand any more exercise than I have now.

　Tilia said, and Viscount Sardomelik gave a small shake of his head.
　His voice sounded quiet, but he felt a strong desire not to exercise.

''Are you all right?''
"I have an iron will.

　Well, Tilia picked up the spoon and brought the soup to her mouth.
　The flavors are soaked in.

'I've never been one to worry about my weight, have I?
....

　Viscount Saldomelik stared at a point in silence.

'Why are you looking at my chest?'
'....Princess Tilia's breasts were not spoiled milk. Instead of motherhood, they were filled with energy that hadn't been consumed by exercise.
Dude, who gives a crap?

　Tilia stood up vigorously and shouted.

'd*mn it, don't shout it too loud. That's what the kid said.
'So I only got away with shouting out loud!　If I were an adult, I would have punched you in the face!

　He sits back in his chair with a thud and resumes eating.

"Did I season it wrong?
As usual.
...the landlady's cooking is excellent.

　I'm sure you'll tell me that everything you eat is good.　I'm about to say those words.

Then I wish you'd stop making a pouting face. You don't want to be motivated by a look like that.
'It's not fun, so what's the use?
Fun?

　The landlady's eyes widened in surprise.

'Yes. The food here is meant to be enjoyed, right?'
Of course, a meal is always better than a meal.

　The landlady sits down in a chair.
　Tilia carves the meuniere.
　Viscount Saldomelik, if I may say so, is more than halfway through his meal.

'This isn't the first time Master Crono has been away from home, is it? Last time ... how was it last time?''
"...when the Marquis of Erakis was away, Princess Tyria was miffed.
Hahan, I didn't know Princess Tyria had a pretty face.

　The landlady gave a nasty smile.

'I'll take those words right back,'
What?　What are you talking about? I'm not going to miss Master Crono.
So the landlady is lonely.
What are you talking about?　Stop talking nonsense and eat your dinner.

　The landlady crossed her arms and turned away.
　I guess I was right, I'm red to the ears.
　Tilia shreds a small piece of bread.

''Surprising ... but it's nothing.
Oh, the only person I love is my dead husband!

　The landlady turned to Tilia and shouted.
　Considering the fact that she had a relationship with Crono, it would be difficult for her to continue to hold the same feelings for the dead as she did in life.
　He sipped his soup while thinking about that.

''You're tense for that,''
I'm not tense, okay?

　The landlady said in a sultry tone.
　I see, said Tilia, making a small ministerial remark and bringing the shredded bread to her mouth.
　Just as she swallowed the bread, the landlady opened her mouth.

''I'm worried about you.

　It was a sultry tone, after all.

''Crono-sama is reckless, you know. Every single time, you're about to die, and every time, you're supposed to think about us a little bit.''
Yeah.

　Tilia mechanically brings the food to her mouth.
　It's like eating sand.
　I'm sure he must be making a Buddha's face even now.
　The landlady may be thinking that Crono will die someday.
　Maybe she is thinking of her husband who died of illness.
　Her husband, who was debilitated by his illness, and Crono, who was stepping into the land of death on his own, would both be the same in terms of the smell of death.
　Tilia picked up the cup and tilted it quietly.

'But the Crono who has come to think of self-preservation is no Crono.
I know that, you know.

　The landlady stabbed her cheekbones and turned away from Tilia.
　Even though it's a woman's capacity to spank a man's ass, who would want to send someone they love to their death?
　I want to stop them, even if I have to cry and cling to them.
　I suspect that's what the majority of women think.

What about you?
'I am inclined to respect Crono's will. No, I'm afraid I have to respect it.

　Crono won't stop.
　He can't stop.
　If you can't stop no matter what you do, you'll just have to let him focus on what's in front of him.

'We're both in love with a troublesome opponent.
Do you think I'm going to nod my head at that?

　Tyria turned her head away and clicked her tongue in a small way.

*

Well, I'm going to take a tour of the Count of Caddo.

　We'll need an escort.
　The question is who to take, Tyria said, crossing her arms as she turned the corner of the hallway.
　Then Aridid and Deneb were standing there with giggles on their faces.

'Ugh!　Tee, like Princess Tyria!
Oh, you're looking good today.
Nice timing. You're both in...
Like, "No, thank you!

　Aridid and Deneb fled before they could say their business.
　This is exactly what happens when you're like a decapitated rabbit.
　If they are going to run, they must be pursued.
　That's why Tilia ran out.
　She strengthened her physical abilities with the divine power art of "activity".
　The distance between them is rapidly closing.

It's not a good idea to have a good time.　They're after me!
You're going to have to go after us, like a divine art or something obviously overkill!
"A lion does his best to hunt a rabbit!

　I reach for it, but I'm slightly out of reach.
　My fingertips just touched my clothes.

'Like I want a handful, a handful of hearts!
"You're not going to do everything you can to hunt rabbits, you're too small for a king!
''That small vessel has propelled the lion to become the king of a hundred beasts!

　Alideed and Deneb looked over their shoulders at Tilia and grinned.

'Why are you laughing?'
It's not like I have any ulterior motives!
'You've been usurped from the throne, and I don't think it's super cool to be the king of the Hundred Beasts!
Call it an altruistic agenda!

　Tilia reached out again.
　This time they would catch her.
　With that assurance, the outstretched hand cut the sky.
　The two of them turned the corner of the corridor.
　They lost sight of their target and footsteps.
　With all my strength, I regained my position and looked to the side, but the two men were not there.
　What's going on?　He crosses his arms and stares down the hallway.
　The doors were all closed.
　The sound of the doors opening and closing could not be heard.
　Even if you want to run through the corridors, it's impossible to do so without the use of divine power techniques.
　Then there is one answer.
　He is disappearing through magic.

''There!''

　Tilia reached out to the empty space.
　Suddenly, from her fingertips to her elbows, she disappeared.
　She grabbed something.
　The next moment, the air shook, and Arididid and Deneb appeared.
　It was hard to tell which was Arididid and which was Deneb, but he grabbed one of them by the head.
　That much is certain.

'How did you know where we were?'
I read the signs.

　You can't fool a sign with magic.

'Is it Aridid or Deneb that I'm holding on to?
Oh, it's Aride.

　Deneb was about to abandon Aridid and run away.

'And I won't let you get away!
Let go of me, Lisa!

　Deneb flapped his arms and legs as Alideed grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.

'We're one and the same!　Like misery is shared!
You're not sharing!

　Deneb is right, they're both just unhappy.
　You could say that the damage has only been magnified.

The usual appearance is an act. It's like heaven for my sister who tries to run off and say that this is the real me!
It's not d*mnation!

　When Tyria let go of her hand, Aridid and Deneb began to argue.
　They should have loved each other separately rather than arguing, he thought, but he didn't say it.
　The fewer rivals, the better.



　It was evening when Tilia and the others arrived in Sylvania ... an hour that could be called night.
　The sun has already set, and the afterglow has dyed the western sky.
　I wonder if the delicious smell wafting from somewhere is from dinner.
　I regret a little bit, wondering if I should have been more deliberate in my actions.
　If the road between Herschel and Sylvania had not been paved, even though it is part of the road, we would have had to continue on at night.

'It's developed a lot, hasn't it?

　Tilia got out of the covered wagon and looked around.
　The building with a garden just inside the city would be the deputy's office.
　The Sylvania I remember is from when the port was completed.
　Back then, the only decent building was the 'Sinner Trade Association'.
　That has become a fine city.

''Well the port was over there.

　I look toward the harbor from memory, but I can't see it because it is blocked by buildings.
　The buildings vary in appearance.
　Some have a handmade feel to them, while others seem to have been built by craftsmen.
　The predominance of wooden buildings is probably due to the proximity of the Coma Forest.

''........Aridid, Deneb?''

　They didn't come down for any length of time, so I looked into the covered wagon.
　Then they were sitting on their knees in a corner of the covered wagon.

'Ehehe, ah, our vacation.'
It's all gone.

　The two of them are muttering about something.

'.....you guys.

　Tilia let out a deep sigh.
　I thought it was too much to have Cecily accompany me on the inspection in Leila's absence, so I had Cecily come back, but she's been doing this ever since I left the Marquis' mansion.

''I gave her more time off, so what's your beef?''
We're all super unhappy about the holidays.
And I resent being denied a replacement holiday!

　Tyria asked, and the two of them packed up with a terrific sword fight.
　The burden of having Cecily back has been eased, but these two seem to have only a short term view.
　At any rate, I grabbed the head of the one nearest me.

'Which one are you?'
'Oh, it's Arid. Princess, my skull is creaking and my eyes are flickering in front of me, so please relax a little. Please.

　I felt a deep sense of satisfaction at Alideed's attitude.
　And more than a little sadness, too.
　It's too sad that they can't understand each other in words and have to use physical language.

'I have to go to the deputy's office and explain the situation.
I understand.

　He thought he would be blamed for forgetting to call in advance, but he was too worried.
　Letting go of his hand, Alideed tiptoed and tumbled his way to the quarters attached to the deputy's office.
　Alideed knocked on the door.
　After a while, the door opened and a maid came out.
　Her age was not in the realm of a girl.
　I didn't describe her as pretty because she was too brusque.
　The maid closed the door with a sullen attitude.
　Alideed knocked on the door again.
　She was like a child who had been locked out of the house.
　After a while, the door opens and the maid throws something at him.
　Then the door closes just in time for Alideed to catch it or not.
　Concerned, Deneb leans out of the wagon.

'How's it going, Princess?'
Mm, I know I failed.

　Alideed hangs his head helplessly.
　I watched the whole thing, but I can tell just by looking at this figure that he couldn't explain the situation well.
　However, I should ask him about the results, just in case.

''How was it?''
He thought I was begging, too.

　Alideed opened his hand with his head hanging down.
　There was a single copper coin there.

'You're a useless guy.'
'And you have no idea how hurtful those words can be to others!　Like, if you were to spout words like that after being treated like a beggar, I'd think about retiring from the military at some level!

　Alideed pleaded with tears in his eyes.

'Go on, Deneb,'
I don't like it.

　Deneb dismounted from the carriage at a sluggish pace and headed for the deputy's office.

'And the princess doesn't know how the lower orders feel!　Like that's why they've started a rebellion!
Geez, that hurts.

　Tyria grunted.
　I don't have any unrequited love for the throne, but I should have considered my subjects, and I should have taken an interest in their lives.
　Well, if he had imitated invading Alcor's territory, it was very likely that he would have been in the same situation as now.
　As I listened to the conversation, while I was randomly ministering to him, Deneb came back.
　He was drenched as if he had been sprayed with water.
　I can tell at a glance that I didn't explain the situation well.
　But I should ask you about the consequences.

"How did it go?
He threw water at me, asking if I was back.

　'Right,' nodded Tilia.

''Jeez,''
What's in your eyes?

　Aridid and Deneb are looking at me with eyes that look like they want to say something.
　I know the feeling.
　They want Tilia to get hurt too.

''If I may ask, isn't it Princess Tilia who is there?
That's right. Now go to the deputy's office over there and explain the situation.

　Tyria turned and commanded the owner of the voice.
　She was a plainly dressed woman.
　Considering the fact that she smelled of makeup and perfume, she must not have led a life as mature as she looked.

''We are happy to oblige. I have been a close friend of the deputy, Mr. Kane, and I'm sure he'll be able to meet your expectations.''
Princess, it's not fair!
Like it's the princess's turn to be next!
'No cheating!　I just have it!

　Tyria shook off Aridid and Deneb, who clung to her.
　The modestly dressed woman let out a giggle and a sneaky laugh.

''I'm sorry I'm late. I'm........''
Like Elaine from The Sinner Trade Association!

　Alideed interrupted Elaine's mouthpiece, a woman in plain clothes a woman in plain clothes.

'I'm sorry I'm late. My name is Elaine Sinner. I look forward to working with you in the future.

　The plainly dressed woman........Elaine bowed gracefully and headed for the deputy's office.
　It was a movement so refined that it almost caused her to let out an exclamation of admiration.
　Elaine knocked on the door of the deputy's office.
　This time it was Kane who opened the door.
　Kane immediately rushed over to her.

'You really are a princess, aren't you?'
'Come to think of it, I didn't explain the situation to Elaine.
We'll have to wait until we're in our quarters to find out. There aren't many decent places to stay in Sylvania. We're going to have to put you up in a dormitory. Is that okay?
You're a quick study.

　Tyria let out a breath of relief.

*

No, stop!　

　Tilia jumped up with a scream.
　She looked around hurriedly, but it wasn't Crono's room in the Marquis' mansion, nor was it her room.
　It was an official's quarters with the bare minimum of furniture.

'.........Yuh, a dream. But what a dream.

　I spit out a small amount.
　Why did I dream of being humiliated by that - by Crono?
　I wanted to dream of making love in a milder way anyway.
　Tilia had just gotten off the bed when there was a knock on the door.

'Princess!　Like there's something wrong!
It was like hearing a cat in heat!
'Who's a cat in heat?

　Tyria dashed furiously and shouted as soon as she opened the door.
　Not that she didn't think she would be offended, but Arididid and Deneb's eyes widened in surprise.
　They were both in their uniforms.

'You're up early, aren't you?'
Well, we're soldiers, for Christ's sake.
Early to bed, early to rise, like it's the most basic principle.

　The two of them proudly puffed out their chests.
　Well, even two people like this would become somewhat sane after spending so much time in the military.

'Just as well. Comb my hair.''
I gave natural orders.
Like I don't have any doubts about putting other people to work.

　They are complaining, but I ignore them and turn on my heel.

'Your comb and hand mirror are in your bag.

　Tilia sat back in her chair.

'You could at least comb my hair, couldn't you?'
We all comb our own hair.
Like the following sentence.

　I looked behind me over my shoulder and saw that one of them had taken a comb and mirror out of his bag.
　'I think it's Deneb from a personality standpoint....

'Like I want you to look forward because it's hard to comb,'
Okay.

　Which one is it?　Tilia turned to the front, tilting her head inwardly.

'Customer~, like it's your first time in a restaurant like this?
You're Arideide.
Well, it doesn't matter if they see through it or not.
Okay.

　Alideed said in a sultry tone and began to comb Tilia's hair.
　His handwriting was somewhere between polite and messy, the point being that he was familiar with it.

''Whew!
Don't yell at me. You scared the hell out of me.
'It's like a line from here!　WOW, what a hair texture ... fine but strong, plus it sticks to your fingers!　Gosh, it's superb!

　I feel like I'm overly surprised, but I don't feel bad about being complimented on my mother's blonde hair.

'You seem a little curious,'

　Deneb reaches out from the side and touches Tilia's hair.

'Ta, sure, what kind of care would have made her hair look like this...'
No different than the Chronosphere.

　No special care was taken.

I'm not even close to Master Crono!
Like it's a different dimension!
I don't like being told that.

　Tilia crossed her arms. 'I really don't have any special care for it.

''It's like a difference in care, after all.
Like my hair is the result of living a stress-free life.
You may think that, but don't say it.

　Yes~, they replied with no trace of seriousness.
　Rude twins.
　Well, thanks to them, I don't have to worry about it.

''By the way, what was the cause of that scream earlier, like what?''
I had a dream about the Crono.

　Tilia answered after a short pause.
　Whether she answered or not, Alydead would try to find out why she was persistent.

''Hoho, Crono-sama's..........and I don't understand why he would dream about Crono-sama and raise his voice like that.
Yeah, yeah, it's a little bit more languid, I guess.

　Alideed said in a tone of confusion, and Deneb agreed with him.
　If he'd had a decent dream, he would have looked pensive, but not in that dream.
　Crono was Crono, even in the dream.

'Princess-sama is away with Crono-sama, like she's frustrated?
Dreams are either a manifestation of the subconscious mind or they're not.
Who's frustrated?

　I cringe.
　I miss Crono, but I just miss him.
　Yes, there's no reason to be frustrated.
　And, moreover, there is no way that that dream is my subconscious......desire.
　That is the final line of defense.
　It must never be broken through.

"Hmmm, what kind of dream did you have, Princess........
Don't go any further. You'll die.

　Yes, Arid held his tongue.



　Tilia swallowed a piece of bread and wiped her mouth with a table napkin.
　Alideed and Deneb had long since finished their food and were rubbing their stomachs in satisfaction.
　There was no sign of Kane, Westa or Rona.

''Princess Tilia, how was your experience?'' (PUMO PUMO)
Mm, that was a good one.

　Breakfast was a dish of fresh fish and seaweed.
　It tasted like it was neither good nor bad, but Aria seemed naïve, so I'd rate it sweet.
　It's worth it, and it's buzzing and wagging its tail.
　I don't know if that's the Minotaur's way of expressing emotion, but she doesn't seem to be depressed.
　Suddenly, Aridid and Deneb's ears moved.

''Mm, looks like someone's coming!
Like two people!
At least reach for your weapon or try to stand up for yourself.

　Tilia shoved at the two who were leaning against the chair and refusing to move.

'And the princess is stronger than us,'
If the princess beats the assassins who killed us, we're going to die like perfect dogs. I don't want a biting dog.
"...you guys.

　Tilia let out a deep sigh.

''I'm going to go.'' (Pumo~)

　Aria rushes to the front door.

'You're a hard worker,'
I have a feeling you guys are going to be called out on that.
And then he insists that it's a good thing the soldiers are not busy.

　When Tilia gave them a sideways glance, they replied while playing with their hair.

''Elaine-sama from the Sinner Trade Union and Sif-sama from the Mercenary Guild are here to greet you. What can we do for you?'' (PUMO, PUMO...)

　Aria came back with a flurry of footsteps.

''........Hmmm.''

　You say greetings, etc., but the purpose would be to show that you're getting to know the powers that be.

Let me through.
"All right, sir.

　Aria bowed and turned on her heel.
　She waited for a moment, then returned with Elaine and a man with a tattoo on his cheek.
　The three of them stopped a short distance away from Tyria.
　Elaine was the first to move.
　Elaine bowed gracefully and propped herself up on one knee.

'It is with great pleasure that I thank you for the honour of your unexpected visit.
Here's to last night. No need to get all huffy.
Thank God for happiness.

　Elaine hung her head and Sif moved.
　He bowed and poked one knee in the same way Elaine did.
　It wasn't the most sophisticated, but it was a fair point considering his origins.
　No, I should admire his seamless behavior more than his manners.

"I am pleased to meet you. I am Sif, the leader of the Confederated Tribes. I would like to thank you for not only accepting us, but also for taking it upon yourself to bring us your residency papers.

　Hmm, Tilia thought.
　The reason why he went out of his way to call himself the head of the Confederation of Tribes is probably because he wants Crono to guarantee their position in his absence.
　To put it more bluntly, they came to take a pledge.
　There are more than a thousand people from the Bethel Mountains living in Count Caddo's territory.
　If you're leading them, it's only natural that you'd want to take their word for it.
　The reason why he came to take a pledge at this time is probably because he fears the rebellion of the territory's people and the displeasure of Crono.
　If a newcomer asserted his rights, there would be friction.
　If he went to see the acting lord himself and took a pledge, it would be like professing that he didn't believe Crono's words.

'It was my husband Crono's decision to accept the people of the Bethel Mountains.
'Phew!　She's talking about husbands and stuff in the middle of all the hustle and bustle!
It's like you can see through the real intent to build on the established facts!

　Tyria glared at him, and Aridid and Deneb deliberately turned away from him.

'But as long as the people of the Bethel Mountains continue to obey the law and show their loyalty and willingness to reconcile, I will abide by my husband's decision.
"We are grateful for the generosity of the couple.

　Mufu, Tilia puffed out her nose.
　If she blocked the escape route in this way, Crono would surely ask her to marry him.

''I only brought the permit with me on my visit. It's nothing to be thankful for.'
Thank you for your concern, sir.

　Elaine opened her mouth quietly as Sif hung her head quietly.

'Princess Tyria, with all due respect,'
You have permission to speak.
"If you're going to tour Sylvania, by all means, let us be your guides.

　Hmmm, Tilia groaned.
　She wanted to dust off Sylvania like she was going to do a stall tour, but with Elaine and Sif together, it was like she was bustling about being an important person.

'Aridid, Deneb, where do you think we should be inspecting?'
Hmmm... To be frank, Sylvania doesn't seem to have many stalls for the princess' taste.
But if you had to pick one, what would it be like in the artisanal district?

　Alideed and Deneb replied with a cumbersome smile.

'The artisanal district?'
"Deneb, explain.
It's horrible!
Like you were the one who initiated it.

　Is this what it means to be unattached?
　It's not surprising that Deneb would try to slip away and be loved by Crono.

''Hmm~ Originally, Sylvania was like a city with a port.
Well, yeah.
'At first it's like a big trade association built a shop right near the harbor, then a little later the peddlers' association, then a little later private houses and small shops were built. When the big money started to move in, well, there was a lot of stuff going on, and finally an artisanal town was built.

　As if it was getting tedious, Deneb broke off his explanation.

Does Elaine have a workshop too?
Yes, I have a small weaving workshop. Would you like to take a tour of it, if you don't mind?
Yeah, please.

　Tilia nodded hawkishly.

*

　As it turned out, small was an understatement.
　The weaving workshop in the southeastern part of the city was large enough to fit four houses.
　There were sixteen looms in the workshop.
　It was probably about two-thirds the size of Tilia's canopy bed.
　The warp is divided into upper and lower portions, and the top and bottom of the warp seem to be switched by stepping on the wood underfoot.
　The top and bottom of the warp are switched, the weft is passed through, and the wooden frame extending from the top of the loom is used to bring it to the front.
　This series of work is done by a team of three people.
　Because we are weaving a wide cloth, it is because it takes a lot of manpower to thread the weft.

'....It's brilliant.

　I quickly swallowed the impression that the cloth is really made from thread.
　Even though I had some knowledge of the fabric, I was deeply moved when I saw them actually holding it.

How do they work?
We work three shifts and weave the cloth twenty-four hours a day.

　Naturally, it was Elaine who answered.

'What is the quality?'
I have dealt with Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain, and Baron Treis, and they have been well received.

　Tilia's eyes widened lightly.
　She hadn't expected the three of them to come up with their names here.
　Apparently, the three men's change of heart was due to Elaine's plan.

''Hmm, there's a lot going on here, isn't there?
No, I believe it's only because of the efforts of Princess Tyria.

　'Right,' Tilia nodded.

'I know I'm getting off track, but I assume you have the day off?
Of course.

　Elaine answered immediately.
　It wouldn't be a lie.
　The craftsmen were working quietly, but not with the appearance of exhaustion.

What made you decide to build a workshop?
Our cooperative has a workshop in Viola, in the Free City States, but that doesn't meet the needs of our customers for cloth.

　I see, said Tilia, nodding.
　Even by sea, it would take two weeks to travel back and forth between Sylvania and the Free City States.
　This would be a missed business opportunity.
　However, the reason for setting up a workshop in Sylvania would not be just to meet the demands.

Hm, if I'm also involved in clothing like you guys are, I can weave cloth without an order.
Yes, sir.

　If anyone comes to buy cloth, they can sell it, and if there is a surplus of stock, they can send it to the Free City States to be made into clothes.
　Elaine wouldn't lose it either way.

'Arideed, Deneb, is there anything you've noticed?'
Hmmm, no. I have a loom in Goldie's workshop.
It's like being told with a smug look on your face about shifts and full benefits.

　It was an oddly painful assessment.
　Apparently, Crono's gentleness made them both discerning and contributed to the no-good part.
　Tilia grabbed them both by the eagle's head.

'Oh, that?　Like it's all dark in front of you?
Is it my imagination, or is my skull creaking?
"If you don't want to be squeezed to death, say what you notice.
I'm sorry. I mean, we were getting a little carried away.
'I'm going to say what I notice and I hope you'll loosen up.

　I put my hand down and they surrendered easily.
　I don't think they're remorseful, but I can't let go of their grip.

'So what do you think?'
That being said, we've only seen Goldie's loom.
The only thing I've noticed is that there's no shpa,
Shupa?

　Tilia asked back, not knowing what Shupa was talking about.

'It's like Goldie's loom that lets you pass the weft through just by pulling the string.
Gui, Supa and that's it. It's super inefficient for the three of us to make one piece of cloth.
"...you guys.

　Tyria felt giddy at the stupidity of the two of them.
　What used to take three people to weave a cloth, can be woven by one person.
　It's a great invention that would give them an overwhelming advantage if they kept it hidden.
　Why would they divulge such important information?

'Elaine, Sif, you must not divulge this story.
"As you wish.
"As you wish.

　Elaine and Sif nodded honestly as Tyria gave the order.
　Aside from Sif, Elaine should have an invention that she wanted by the throat.
　Even now, even as she was doing this, she should be thinking of ways to get the invention.

''Ah, ah, you two, how did that shpa come about?
Hmmm, sounds like Master Crono's idea.
'Goldie made it in a groove too, but back then they weren't trading with the Holy Argo Kingdom, so it's like they're fodder for the workshop.

　Tyria clenched her fists, "I'll scavenge the workshop thoroughly when I return," she said.

'Elaine, come to the Marquis' mansion whenever you have time.
'Very well, sir. Thank you for your concern.

　Elaine hung her head reverently.
　If possible, he would like to have a monopoly on the invention, but it seems to be difficult for Crono's personality.
　If that's the case, it would be better to offer the invention and ingratiate ourselves with it.
　The only thing left to do is to convince Crono not to provide this Shupa or something else without a second thought.

''Next up is the frontier village.

　Tilia let out a deep sigh.

*

...which is great.

　Tilia looked at the pioneer village and uttered such a line.
　It was really a small village when she came to hunt the Banded Wolf (Banded Wolf), but it has become a town of a bit of size.
　But what surprised Tyria more than that was the fact that the Coma Forest had receded greatly and was covered with vast fields.
　When they had set out to make paper, Crono had been worried about the depletion of resources.
　At the time, he had laughed that he was being overly concerned, but when he saw the changes, he had to change his mind that he was being optimistic.
　Even though it was a part of it, the coma forest that had existed since the divine era had been lost not through divine art or disaster, but through settlement.
　
　Crono knew that, which is probably why he tried to cultivate trees.

'Hm, what is that?'
The princess once beat him to death like a savage wolf.
Like it's too soon to be a blur.
'I know that. I'm asking you why there's a dead barbarian wolf in the field.

　Tyria was miffed and said back.
　There are corpses of barbarian sword wolves all over the field.
　It also looks as if it was skewered to death in a cruel manner.

''Those are like scarecrows,''

　It was Sif who answered the question.

'Bad taste for a scarecrow, isn't it?'
The barbarian wolf is intelligent.
A warning.
"As you wish.

　Even if they have intelligence, they don't seem to connect to the idea of avenging their fellow man.
　I suppose they are more like animals in that sense.

'Did it work?'
We've had about a tenth of the number of encounters in the frontier villages.
So, you're saying you're not going to be able to predict it?
"As you wish.

　Sif nodded quietly.

'Do you have any countermeasures?'
We have a spellcaster in place for all the inhabitants of the frontier village, that is. It's simple enough to generate sound and light, but I thought it could be used to scare them.

　Hmm, Tilia crossed her arms.
　Even though she did it voluntarily, the fact that she was forced to bear the burden could bring Crono's reputation down.

''I was inconvenienced by our lack of consideration. Would you like to make it up to me?''
No, it is enough that you have accepted us. We will fight for Master Crono, down to the women and children, with our lives.

　After all, that's why he accepted it, Tyria said, poisoning her mind.

'I don't want anything,' he said. It's a hard thing for a politician not to nod and say, "Yes, I see.

　Tilia cowered her shoulders.

'How about a weapon made in the workshop?　If you're not going to use it, you can leave it in the deputy's office.
I'd appreciate it.
Then I'll have to talk to Kane.

　I thought they would refuse, but they seemed to put a face to our face.
　But this doesn't make up for it.

"This is just a suggestion, but there are two openings in the Marquis' mansion for maids. If you're willing, you can recommend them.
Thank God for happiness.
By the time the Cronos come back, please.

　Some of the maids in the Marquis' mansion are sub-humans and some are humans.
　Hiring a tribe that had long been despised as barbarians as maids would not only guarantee their position, but would also be an appeal to Crono's recognition of them as lords.
　The difference in temperament, said Tilia, picking at her bangs.