Then I worried.
Is there any reason to drag these trash to my rice paddies?
The answer was, of course, ‘no.’
‘I can just find different manpower.’
With that thought in mind, I was about to quietly retreat with a cold face.
“Huh?”
Leon found me.
With silver hair and red eyes, he blearily opened his eyes and pointed his index finger at me.
My heart stung when I saw his silver hair and red eyes. He was the favorite in my heart just because he had silver hair and red eyes.
My favorite character was like this?
Did I fail to interpret the character?
What a miserable place.
“Am I drunk? I see a woman.”
“What? Woman? Where! Where!”
The bald man jumped up, looked at me, and gestured, ‘Oh my.’
“Finally, our gourmet club has a female member!”
No, that’s not it.
Leon jumped out from among them, who had become as rowdy as a marketplace.
He staggered towards me, holding a skewer in one hand, and there was a strong smell of alcohol coming from him.
I quietly hid Axion behind me.
“Who’re you?”
Leon asked while picking his ears. I answered expressionlessly.
“I’m nobody.”
He tilted his head.
“Then I am seeing things?”
“Yes.”
“Ey, you joke.”
He held out a lamb skewer.
“Become a member?”
“I’ll refuse.”
I retorted like a knife.
At my words, Leon chickened out and lowered his eyes.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He slumped his shoulders.
The lamb skewer also went down.
“Oh, I need to save up the membership fee to buy a magic oven.”
While he was muttering, a hand reached out for the lamb skewer he was holding.
It was Axion’s small hand.
“Abuu! Uwa!”
“Huh? You want to eat it?”
“Uung!”
“Good!”
Without any fear, I slapped Leon’s hand as he held the lamb skewer towards Axion’s mouth.
“Good, what’s good?”
As he was quite drunk, his hand fell easily.
The lamb skewer fell to the floor.
“Ah, my lamb skewer!”
“What, lamb skewers for a child who just turned one?”
It was quite amazing to see the silver hair and red eyes moving vividly in front of me, but that was my sentiment for only 0.1 seconds.
I didn’t really want to know about the leader of the Black Hawk, who was stumbling around and reeking of alcohol.
“Oh, right. Come to think of it, I think the Lord told us to help some lady.”
At that time, taking advantage of the attention that had been drawn in this direction after my appearance, the copper-skinned man who had been secretly inhaling all the lamb skewers spoke.
It was the man who had been hit with salt earlier.
Then the bald man, who had not noticed the disappearing lamb skewer, rolled his eyes and said: “Huh?”
“Ah! I think there was something like that?”
“What, why don’t I, the leader, know?”
Leon picked up the lamb skewer that had fallen on the floor and complained, blowing at the dust.
“That’s because you became the leader because of your skewer-grilling skills. Hehe.”
One of the knights who was lying down and rolling around responded.
“Ah, right. I did.”
Leon answered indifferently and ate the lamb skewer he had picked up.
I covered Axion’s eyes.
I wanted to cover his ears too. Why do I only have two hands?
“Well, then, I’ll get going.”
“Uh….?”
I decided to put an end to my interest in them.
I had to quickly get rid of those trash before my eyes and protect the image I had of the Black Hawk.
Those things weren’t the Black Hawk, they were just trash like Dazar said.
‘There will be trash. Find a couple among those that can be recycled.’
Recycled?
I glanced at the men in front of me.
Earlier, the copper-skinned man was eventually caught secretly inhaling the lamb skewers and was beaten.
The men stomped on him several times, swearing at him with a sour expression on their faces as he screamed as he was hit.
“You bastard, you did that on purpose, right?”
“Die. Die, you bastard.”
There was no trash to recycle.
“Oh, sorry but what to do? We’re a little busy.”
I said I’d get going, implying farewell, but perhaps Leon’s ears were blocked, because it was at that time that he let out a belated unwanted rejection.
Leon threw the finished skewer on the floor and scratched the back of his head.
“Do you see what’s written over there? Gourmet gathering. As our motto is sathie. I don’t think we can help you.”
“Ah, sathie is salary thief, do you know it?” He added with a laugh.
I’m saying it again, but there is no trash to recycle.
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
You mean that you can’t help me.
Thank you very much for that.
* * *
I quickly left the garbage dump and ran, holding Axion tightly.
I shouted as soon as we arrived at the annex where we were staying.
“Grandpa! Please stay with Axion for a moment!”
“What?”
Carl, who was drinking carp juice, hugged Axion with a surprised face.
The carp juice packet that flew out from the quick hug stuck to the window, but I couldn’t afford to be surprised by it.
I put a lot of strength into my toes and started running again with my fist clenched.
Towards the crazy in-law who introduced the garbage dump as if it were a human resources agency.
According to the information I found by grabbing several servants by their collar, he was in the office.
“Hey!”
“What?”
He sat with his legs stretched out on top of the large window which was wide open, looking very relaxed.
The long tobacco pipe that was hanging close to his lips was askew.
“Why? Has the sky collapsed?”
He quickly caught the falling tobacco pipe and looked at the sky.
The white curtains gently fluttering in the winter wind were so pretty that they did not match that violent human being.
But there was no time to appreciate that unbalanced beauty.
I gasped.
I was out of breath after running all the way here.
My chest rose and fell as I exhaled and inhaled.
“The sky, gasp, what….”
My favorite character did collapse. I grumbled inwardly and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
He jumped down from the window and walked up to me.
I noticed it last time too, but there were hardly any servants around him.
If you have a position like a duke, there should be servants waiting all over the room.
He was so alone that no one noticed when I slammed open the door and came in.
He tilted his head and looked down at me.
“If it’s not the sky, has the earth disappeared?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
“What?”
“Those trash. What type of recycled manpower can I find there? Please get me other manpower!”
“Ahh.”
He nodded his head slowly as if he just now understood and then dropped his eyebrows as if he was verrry embarrassed.
Then he spoke in a voice that did not seem sincere at all.
“What to do about this?”
“?”
For some reason, I became anxious.
I narrowed my eyes.
He gently placed his long, bony finger on my temple and twirled it around.
“There aren’t many employees at Shiaster. As we only have the minimum amount of manpower.”
“So?”
No way. I smiled limply.
“Due to the nature of the family, we try not to bring in outside personnel as much as possible.”
“……..”
“So, those guys are the only workers who can help.”
“…….”
“Do your best.”
He chuckled.
Suddenly, I wanted to grab the salt that the bald-headed Black Hawk knight had grabbed and sprinkled earlier.
If I sprinkle some on that hateful face, I wonder if my anger will subside a little.
“You want me to take those people who seem like they would drink and roll around in the rice paddies to make rice fields?”
“If you don’t like them, you can work alone.”
“How do I make rice paddies myself? Then, why don’t we at least assign the workers who come to receive training?”
He kindly responded to my angry cries.
“They are not the Shiaster family’s people. Are you planning to treat the imperial staff like your servants?”
“Oop.”
At the very least, I wanted to use commoners belonging to the duchy as manpower. Unlike other noble families, the transcendental families did not have peasants living on their lands.
Although they received a title from the imperial family because they had the job of protecting the ‘rift,’ it was a burden for them to be responsible for their territory’s residents as they had a mission to protect the continent.
‘Haa.’
Was this crazy in-law my enemy in a past life?
Is he dissatisfied with me or something?
This was a great challenge to my existence.
My mind drifted to the sight of the drunkards who were rolling around on the floor of the gym as if it were their own home, devoting their whole bodies to sweeping up the dust from the floor.
While thinking of them, I frowned.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.
Girl gon hafta become either one of em or a field sergeant to make em work