Gate of Amitilicia Online

The carriage swayed me from the auction venue and led me to the Braozee family, where I serve tea.

The mansion was in the heart of Dread, the largest in Dread. I mean, it was the Lords' Hall. No, I had a bad feeling the return route of the dagger I had deposited was around via Lord Einfast, but I didn't think it was Dorad's top house. After that, I didn't confirm my family name.

Sitting on a sofa that is less comfortable than reality and looking at the room. That's a more modest interior than I expected. Not qualitative, but far from luxurious. I guess the conditioning is a good thing.

Yeah, well, there wasn't a maid of honor in these mansions. No, I'm not exactly there, but that's not exactly what we imagine when we're called maids. It feels like an apron gear on a regular long skirt, and there is no perfect unity. Well, in real life. 'Cause it sounds like made-up clothing as a uniform was born after the late eighteenth century. Isn't it strange that GAO, which would be modeling around the stage from the Middle Ages to recent times, doesn't have that?

No, I think I was making made-up clothes, too, cosplay shop. Wouldn't you like to sell it into a mansion like this? Push the functional side, not fashion.

"Thank you for waiting"

While I was thinking about that, someone came into the room. Seeing that person makes me wonder if it would be some mistake. That boy with thin lines, with long gold hair tied behind his neck (?) because he was the kid who won the stripping I put up at the auction venue earlier.

I just sat on the couch across from me, and Mr. Hellman, who came in with me, stood next to it and said:

"My lord, Edvard Braozee, my brother, you are here, Alphonse Braozee."

"You've never seen me like this, Lord Fist. I'm Alphonse Braozee."

After the introduction, Mr. Alphonse - named him. Is this the little knight from that time? I was expecting to be around the lord's son, but my brother and I are. You look like a junior high school student or so, but are you out of your age with your brother, the lord? But my brother is Ed and my brother is Al...

"Thank you for responding to this sudden invitation. And then at Einfast, thank you for saving the lives not only of me, but of many ministers."

That said, Master Alphonse bowed his head. Is it the gift of education as a lord's man that sees well as a child?

"No, it's a coincidence that I was able to help, and it's only natural that I would."

Everyone was fighting then, and if anyone was about to get hit in front of me, it would be natural to want to help. Especially in my case, because the ethics code is unlocked, there are times when the impact on people's lives is not comparable to other players. You don't want to see it like that.

Take the dagger out of storage by giving an unusual answer for now. It was given in lieu of an invitation, a dagger with the Braozee family crest.

"I'll give you this back"

Put a dagger on the table. Indeed, Master Al received it. Oh, yeah. I thought I'd tell you one thing.

"I think it would have been imprudent to keep anything with your family crest lightly. Didn't you consider the possibility of me abusing this?

Wouldn't that have been nice if I had enclosed the invitation to the letter? Just because you're the one who saved my life shouldn't be something I can give you easily. If you say so, this is Mido's old lord's cage, right? That would be an extreme sentence if you forged it or abused it.

My brother told me the same thing.

Master Al replied with a bitter laugh at my words. Yeah, I guess so.

"But"

Hmm?

"Lord Fist, you are not one to do such a thing. That's why I kept this dagger."

I looked this one straight in the eye and Master Al said it out. How could you trust me so easily when I've never even exchanged words? Are you a bit of an extreme people-lover?

"May I ask why you thought so?

"At that time. You said this to me when the soldiers fell and I was single and had to face the Demons, as you headed this way desperately." Run, "he said. And you helped me until you sacrificed one arm. I can't think of any other way to abuse our crest."

So you're saying that my whole series of actions made him think so? Surely there won't be a guy on that scene who would go out of his way to act like he cares about the Al guys. I mean, I was just desperate to help then anyway.

"Oh, thank you"

I managed to mouth it to Master Al, who holds his fist on his knees and theorizes forcefully, as he felt his back swell.

"So, it's about thanking you. Lord Fist, do you have anything you want? I've got a ruling on the honorarium, and if anything else is possible to me personally, I'd like to do whatever I can."

Says Master Al. I mean, thank you for helping Al and the others?

"No, I'm getting paid for the defense. You don't need to thank Alphonse for helping them."

The player's position at that time was a mercenary hired by Einfast, and there was no arrangement for a bonus if he helped a dignitary. Some players may have had that happen in exchanges between individuals, but the position is between those who fought for Einfast defense. I also feel that the exchange of hardware there is something different.

"At that time, I was the one who eliminated the Demons, but it was Syria in [Silverblade] who applied first aid, and if it's a direct gratuity, shouldn't I give it to you?

"That one was turned down. Because that's my role."

That's what I mean. I crushed the Demons because that was my role.

"Besides, we've had enough for Alphonse."

"Huh? Me, what?

"It's a deer stripping. You were able to compete down at such an expensive price."

The impact of forest silk was too great, but even the deer peeling sold for a good price. I know you dropped it because you wanted it, but you can just decide that's a thank you. At that time, there were other peeled wall hangings, and they competed for me to drop them.

"No, I found out that was the deer Lord Fist knocked down, so I followed..."

Hmm? For some reason, Master Al started to soak up. Dye your cheeks in shame...... it's a boy, it's a boy. If you're on that road, you're going to jump.

As suspicious as it is of behavior, Al is childish and cute (not in a weird way), but what is wrong with that? When I saw Mr. Hellman, he noticed me and deepened his grin, looking forward to seeing how Master Al was doing.

"What do you mean?

"What shall I say? Since that battle, Master Alphonse has become very concerned about [Silverblade] and Master Fist's work. Especially with Fisto's extraordinary interest."

"Hellman!?

Master Al panicking at Mr. Hellman's words.

"The dagger didn't come right back, so he visits me. I was wondering when you'd come and when you'd come."

... I wonder what. Is that or is it like a kid playing sports in a mood to look forward to a professional sportsman coming to mentor you? No, I'm sorry I'm late... but why?

"... against [Silverblade]. Then I understand, what's mine?

If Luke and the others are recognized by players and residents as a brave party, why me? Did they even come in with a correction for saving lives?

"I watched the moment Lord Fist defeated the Demons. Without a weapon, you ran through the earth like a disease, and while you were so skinny, you smashed a demon tribe bigger than yourself with a fist blow. The shock of that time is still clearly engraved in me."

Master Al said as he strayed from my gaze.

"I am this look, and to be honest, sword arms are one thing now. I admire the strong. Many people are just strong, and I hear rumors a lot. But when you are powerful and noble, you are not... What's wrong?

"Uh, no, never mind"

Akan, I couldn't stand it on the way and held my head tight. I knew the correction was hanging, this one. Whatever your strength, you're noble... and I'm not such a fine person. I'm just an ordinary person with a strained diet.

"I don't think I've ever shown the inner part to Master Alphonse..."

"We've gathered a lot of rumors. at Einfast hunting guilds and pharmacies. Being friendship with phantom beasts. It used to be in newspaper articles."

Ah, so that's the overall assessment. I mean, you're doing a lot of research. Is there also a proprietary information network when it comes to being a lord? I think I overestimated it. I guess the fact that you declined to thank me is also subject to the addition of an assessment.

And that's where the knock sounded. Anything wrong?

Master Al confirmed that he nodded and Mr. Hellman opened the door.

It was the blonde young man who came in. I also feel a little like Master Al, but this one has a handsome face.

"Brother!?

Master Al raised his voice of surprise. What do you mean, this man is Lord Edvard? You're young. You're not even twenty yet, are you? And the back is normal.

"Hey, why are you here?

"I hear your life's benefactor is coming."

That's what I said, Master Ed looked at me.

"Lord Fist, you were. It's Edvard Braozey. He saved his younger brothers and ministers in a defensive battle earlier. It's late, but thank you from me too. And then..."

And set aside for a little while,

"Suddenly, Lord Fist, are you willing to serve our home?

I said a hell of a thing. Serve? Me? To the Braozee house?

No, is that an ant? There are a lot of people, like Reddin and the others, who are temporarily hired by residents, but players don't hear you say you've served somewhere?

"No, um... it's not me, I'm a Gentile, right?

"I am aware of that. Surely the Gentiles could only stay here for a limited time."

With regard to players who are in a special position in the GAO, the Gentiles, the GAO residents are aware that they come from a world other than Amityricia and that, as Ed said, they now have activity time limits. Later it's the part about the immortality of the player, but this seems to be a specification that only those who actually face the death of the player will be lifted.

Back to the point, players don't always get to log in. Maybe I can log in at the same time every day. Depends on the real situation. I don't know about such a human being serving the palace. I'm sure Ed understands that.

"Still, I don't mind. I want to welcome you based on your bravery and personality. What do you think?

I think it would be a thankful story to buy it that way. Master Al is looking at me with anticipation. But you've got an answer, haven't you?

"I'm sorry, sir."

You can't take that offer. Because if you work for the Braozees, you won't be able to move because of anything else.

I don't see any particular change in whether Ed expected it, but Al was clearly making a discouraged look. Don't feel like you've done something wrong. But this is the part where you can't give up.

"Unfortunately, you have no choice but to have your convenience. But you are an adventurer. Do you mind if I call you when something happens?

"Yes. I don't know if I can always handle it, but I must then"

"Well, thank you then. Then I shall return to my duties, Lord Fist, but if you have no plans, I hope you will dine at my house this evening."

Well, Lord's Supper...... I'm interested.

"Sweet for your words"

"Yeah. Until then, be Al's talker. I rarely get out there, so it would be helpful if you told me a lot of stories outside."

That's all I said, Master Ed went back to work.

Now, as for Al on the other hand, where's the depression until just now? You seem to be inflating your expectations for the coming story. Uh, wacko?

"So, what can I tell you from?

Let's try to get Master Al to come up with the subject.

After that, time quickly passed when he became Master Al's talker and thanked the knights during the defensive battle.

The dinner I was hoping for was delicious. No, that's the Lordship. You're eating good food. I've heard a lot about the food, so I'll try to make my own next time something I like.

And then, if I still have time in the future, I asked Master Al to let me talk to him about his journey, and he gave me a pass. Something, I don't feel like I'm being taken in by jitters, but, well, okay.