It's Not That I Like Using a Blunt Weapon!

I'll follow Gary and enter the house where the director is using it.

"Dad, I brought Hannah!

Slow!

The director, who was relaxing in the chair, suddenly poured the wine he was holding onto Gally's face.

"What a mess! My orders take precedence in everything!

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sue."

"Hey, what are you doing?!

The gal pulls my clothes, trying to grab the director.

"No, that's fine. It's bad that this guy was talking to everybody."

While dripping red shizukuzuku from her hair, the girl smiles with a smile.

Hmm, how healthy is that? She is the last angel on earth.

What is this father compared to? Was it worthless garbage like those stones?

I couldn't help it, but I couldn't beat my father with a hammer in front of him.

Patience, patience...!

"Hmm. You're the cult that Medit Baba sent me. Looks like you just lost your hands on those lowly carpenters who use the same blunt weapon, but don't worry. I have absolute discretion here!

... that? Did you just put up with it?

Shattering this man's skull would have put up with it if he hadn't killed him, would it?

Be careful of the man named Wise who supervises the construction of the bridge. It's a complete symposium for Bazelle Saltrak. "

I remember my aunt's words. I see, just like the president, he painted arrogance.

"I've heard about you from Lord Bazel. Apparently, I came here to prove my innocence, but it's useless. It has long been decided that only evil people can use blunt weapons!

"It's true that classes call their friends. Everything you say and do is exactly like the president."

"Yes, yes, yes! Me and Lord Basel are proud comrades defending this country!

Hmm, I meant to hate it, but it's been accepted as a compliment...

Blunt sensation makes you a little envious at times like this. Am I blunt, too? I'll beat you up.

"Your father is Weiss Alceria. A noble nobleman who has bestowed the throne on King Grant."

Let me introduce you to a director who probably seems to be the stereotype - Mr. Weiss.

No, at least in my heart, I don't think I need to "Mr." such a person. Vertigo, bald and full. Ah, it's no longer at the "Mr." level.

"So, what do you want from me? I can't help blaming you for destroying the bridge last night. It was a good time not to say that I had arrived yet."

"Oh, I don't care. I wouldn't have been able to protect that bridge!

Again, you say terrible things. The bridge was destroyed and the carpenters were being irrationally beaten.

"As far as the carpenters are concerned, it seems that your abilities as a carpenter are high."

"Yeah... Well, not really. Oh, you want me to help you build a bridge? Well, I've already done it."

If I hadn't been called here, I would still be helping.

But Wise's request was unexpected.

Make this house more comfortable than a bridge.

"... yes?

"Reforming. Reforming. You can do this, right? Hmm?"

"Looks comfortable enough already."

It is about a 30-minute walk from the Drake Bridge to the nearby city. In other words, the houses built around the bridge are temporary ones built for construction.

Last night I stayed in a room where the breeze came in and the floor peeled out, so I couldn't say that it was highly completed (although, of course, it was completely renovated).

But Wise's house is different.

The floor is paved with luxury carpets made by King's Landing. The walls are brick. I don't use it now, but I even have a fireplace for winter.

It's hard to go too far as a temporary home already.

"Where is this? It is far from the house that I should be living in. First of all, it's not big enough. I want at least five more rooms. And a bigger bath. Then make a tall tower that looks around. It feels good to be scolded by a skittish carpenter and look down at everybody from a higher place! Well, I wouldn't say I wouldn't!

I sighed as much as I could.

"No."

"... what?

Wise distorts his face with suspicion in such an incredible way.

"I said no. I don't want to be of any use to a self-centered person like you."

"Self-centric"? What are you talking about? It's only natural that the world revolves around me!

"If we don't get this far, the conversation won't make any sense anymore. Goodbye."

I tried to get out of the house, but my bald were still sighing.

"Hey, you know what? It is at my discretion whether or not you will be recognized as not a cult. You'd better be in a good mood!

"Don't be ridiculous. As long as you protect the bridge, it's none of your business."

"Yes, I don't think that's possible. You saw that, didn't you? Look at that monster! It's that thickness with one tentacle. No matter what bridge you build, it won't stop in front of the monsters!

It seems to him that the director here is just a tampered job.

No matter how many times the bridge is broken, there is no problem with the final completion. Is that how you feel?

However, because the country will not give up rebuilding for ever, they will be held by the bridge forever.

Well, I don't know if you want to build more houses. I'm sorry to hear that.

"The next bridge will not be broken. I hear that there are no monsters when they come out, but please keep an eye on them this time. Even if you rot, you're in charge of the scene."

"Wait, we're not done here!

"You may not be finished, but you're too finished."

After leaving the door closed, I said, "Hmm?" I tilted my neck.

Director, you didn't see Kraken come out last night, did you?

The tentacles were fat, and it was as if I had seen them.

... this seems to be worth checking out.