106 Its mostly because of prims. (1/2)

--that night.

”Your allowance is a tax.

Richter muttered with a glint in his eye, ”Your allowance is a tax.” Huta had come to the Klingbloom mansion in a prime location in the noble district of the capital.

The Klingbloom family has a manor a short distance from the capital, which is technically a separate mansion, but Richter basically resides in this separate mansion.

Doesn't it ever make you want to go back to the main residence?

Huta had been to Richter's residence several times.

But this was the first time she had been in his private quarters.

First of all, there is not much stuff.

The first thing that struck me was the lack of furnishings, as if Beatrix had privatized the merchant's mansion.

Each piece of furniture, such as tables and sofas, was of high quality, but there were only a small number of high quality items.

There were no paintings or works of art, but instead, the desk was adorned with a pile of scrolls. They are not decorations.

”There's no resting place for me back at the main residence.

”What?

Hmm?

Did I say something funny?　Richter tilted his head as if to say, ”Did I say something funny?

What do you mean?

The main residence is his home. The lord's house. How is it that the head of the Klingbloom family has no place in the main house?

What is waiting for him at the main residence if he doesn't feel the need to return there compared to the current environment where he is complaining so much.

So you're saying things are better now?

No, I don't know about ....... It's more like quality over here and quantity ...... over there.

”Quantity?

Futa looks at the pile of scrolls.

How can this be less quantity?

”Oh, no. The work is the same anyway. Ah.

Richter puts his hand to his forehead and groans.

I can't do this anymore without booze. I'll get you a meal.

A woman in a butler's uniform appeared as Richter called out, ”Is there anyone here? I thought you said you all wore butler's clothes,” Futa said with a faraway look in his eyes.

We'll have a meal and then drinks. Bring me something from my cellar. It'll go best with the food.

Are you expecting guests?

No, the best one.

All right, sir.

Futa is not quite sure what this conversation is about.

The guests that come to the Klingblooms' house are basically nobles of equal or lower rank. Inevitably, the food for the guests is of a high quality that indicates ”nobility,” but in fact, the quality of the food has nothing to do with the taste.

What is needed is the brand name. That's why Richter doesn't serve what he likes.

Today is not the day to be uptight.

What's wrong with drinking what you like, he says.

After a while, when the hot food was brought to the table, Richter sat down on his desk chair and Futa on the sofa and started to move the cutlery around.

They ate as if they were at a buffet, with no food distribution. It was a traditional way of enjoying an evening meal that was favored in older times.

Richter was leaning back in his work chair, sipping his drink in a lazy manner, and Futa was leaning his arm on the armrest of the sofa, because he was told to do as he pleased.

Two men, eating without any particular concern.

”Oh, you're talking about quality and quantity. That's a human being.

”Humans?

Back home, there are a lot of troublesome humans waiting for you. Back in King's Landing, there's a small elite of troublesome humans. I've got nothing but garbage options.

”Oh, ...... that's the elite few, isn't it ......?

Richter's mind was filled with barbarians, demons and perverted subordinates.

In the back of Fouta's mind was a large number of noblemen who were involved with both Fouta and Richter.

But you're handling it well, Richter.

”He's handling it well?　With that?

Yeah, yeah. You know, the other day, when you and I got tangled up.

Entangled. ......

Richter understood that Huta was talking about barbarians when she described being entangled.

I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've.

”...... Hmm?

Futa was picturing a scene where Richter, holding the weakness of a nobleman, coolly fought off the nobleman.

He saw himself whispering in Prim's ear.

”...... Oh.

I'm not sure what's wrong with you, Mr. Richter!　You've had too much to drink!　What's the matter, Mr. Richter?

Why would I do that?

Don't you remember?　Don't you remember? - That's when you ran off with your face all red.

”What?

Fouta thinks of the nobleman running away, his face flushed with rage.

Richter thinks of Prim walking away with her cheeks stained.

”...... ugh.

”Mr. Richter!　Mr. Richter!

Stop it, stop it. I'll throw up if you say anything else.

Are you really that shy?

I'm not going to say more, I'll throw up.

”Well, if you insist, I'll stop.

Oh, please do. ...... I'm pretty sure that never happened. ......

Yes, it did. But not since then, right?

”...... what?

Futa said, as if it had just occurred to him.

He must have realized that he couldn't win against the Lord Treasurer after all, with the image of that nobleman in his mind.

”He's gone sullen.

What does our relationship look like to you, ？？？？?

I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not.

I'm sure you'll be able to understand why. I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

This is a great way to make sure you are getting the most out of your time with your family and friends.

It's not ....... Richter was calm.

What do I look like?　Hmmm, it's hard to describe. Richter's ...... loyal dog?

”Are you blind?

I don't care how embarrassed you are, you can't talk to me like that!

I'm not embarrassed!　I'd rather ...... poo......

Mr. Richter?

The collar and dog-eared prim.

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

The next thing you know, you're in the middle of a road trip.

The next thing he knew, he was running around on the wrong side of the road, and Richter, who was holding the lead, was about to be torn to pieces.

”What kind of play is this ......?

”Play?

What kind of play is this?　He swallowed his cries and shook his head.

Finally, he realized. He had been mistaken.

That should have made him feel bad.

If he wasn't angry when he turned red, then...

Perhaps that aristocratic old man is making a pass at you.

...... So that's it.

This is also connected to the fact that he said he had an arranged marriage.

It is certainly a topic that can only be talked about with alcohol in your system.

”All right, Mr. Richter. Next time I see you, I'll give you a hard time. I'm going to tell him that you're a nuisance.

What?