The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! โ€“ Chapter 47

๐Œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ 

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ•: ๐Œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ 

There were no human casualties, but the Piran Castle was damaged.

Itโ€™s been hit by rocks from a cyclops and has withstood the onslaught of goblins.

It couldnโ€™t have been damage-free.

Therefore, repair work is currently being carried out at a rapid pace.

We cleaned up the monster corpses on the first day, because they would rot if left alone.

We dug a huge hole and threw in the corpses from which we had removed the cores.

Then, the castleโ€™s priest offered a prayer for all of them at once.

If there had been any casualties on our side, we would have had a more proper funeral.

โ€œIt takes days to repair the castle walls damaged in a few hours of battle. Not only time but also money is needed. War is really no good.โ€

I shrugged my shoulders as I watched the castleโ€™s people working busily.

It would be pointless to bill Gรผney for the repair costs, Piran has to bear them.

If it were me, Iโ€™d cry at the high expenses.

โ€œBut itโ€™s better than losing lives. If itโ€™s money, you can earn it again, if itโ€™s goods, you can either reproduce or buy them. But life doesnโ€™t work that way.โ€

Zachalant, who had been standing next to me before I knew it, laughed cheerfully.

He even made a vulgar joke about how even if you try hard to make one, it wonโ€™t be born until a year later.

I shrugged my shoulders.

I agreed. Except for the vulgar joke.

Whether itโ€™s a human, a long-lived demon race, or a machine part, you canโ€™t easily replace it just because itโ€™s broken.

How much time and cost it takes to train someone who can perform that role.

Itโ€™s the same whether youโ€™re a soldier, an engineer, or a civil servant.

Therefore, even if we put aside the humanitarian talk, we have to take care of our personnel in terms of management and military significance.

โ€œWhat I find strange is, Lionel-kun. Why you, who understand all this, are complaining about the cost of repairing the castle walls and gates.โ€

โ€œBecause Iโ€™m poor.โ€

My answer was simple and to the point, but perhaps someone who could call the repair costs, which would probably amount to hundreds of gold coins, a trifle, might not understand.

โ€œWith such talent, there should be plenty of ways to make money.โ€

Heโ€™s mumbling something in a voice I canโ€™t hear.

โ€œEh? Iโ€™m sorry, I didnโ€™t catch that.โ€

โ€œI said, itโ€™s about time for the messenger from Masrur to arrive.โ€

โ€œIndeed. Itโ€™s that time.โ€

I nod, although I feel like itโ€™s about something else.

Fifteen days have passed since Salieri sent the report. It takes five days one way from the capital to the border, and from there to Piran Castle it takes about five days on foot, so it wouldnโ€™t be strange if they arrived soon.

The reason Iโ€™m only calculating the travel time is because Iโ€™m assuming theyโ€™ll move as soon as the report arrives.

โ€œAnd, as I was saying, it seems theyโ€™ve arrived. Itโ€™s like the saying, โ€˜Speak of the devil and he shall appear.'โ€

I chuckle at the figure appearing in the distance.

The person who introduced herself as Milene is apparently the secretary of Demon King Ingral.

Sheโ€™s just as smart and beautiful as she seems, and nothing like the laid-back Salieri.

โ€œBut, sheโ€™s my cousin.โ€

โ€œMuch to my regret.โ€

Salieri, who is proud for some reason, and Milene, who has a grim face.

Well, even though theyโ€™re cousins, there seems to be a 150-year age difference.

Long-lived species are amazing.

โ€œMy lord Ingral is unsure how to treat Lord Zachalant Piran, so I was dispatched to ascertain your intentions.โ€

After a brief greeting and self-introduction, Milene quickly got to the point.

But that doesnโ€™t mean sheโ€™s in a hurry to reach a conclusion.

First, sheโ€™ll convey the message, have a leisurely discussion with the vassals, and probably exchange conditions over dinner.

It wonโ€™t be settled in one or two meetings.

โ€œAs for intentions, as the Demon King, he wants to treat us properly as a vassal state. We canโ€™t suddenly become part of Masrur now.โ€

โ€œTo put it bluntly, yes.โ€

Milene gives a bitter smile at Zachalantโ€™s direct way of speaking.

However, there was no disgust in that bitter smile.

Sheโ€™s probably fed up with the roundabout way the nobles speak.

Anyway, if we treat Piran, which parted ways with them five hundred years ago, as part of the Masrur Kingdom, various frictions will arise.

Because it means an increase in nobles.

Those whose ranks will be lowered will naturally not be pleased.

Furthermore, the location is bad.

Itโ€™s inside the Lintrite Kingdom. Itโ€™s a regular diplomatic issue.

Itโ€™s an enemy country, so it canโ€™t get any worse, but it could be a spark for war.

โ€œItโ€™s fine. Weโ€™ll become a vassal state.โ€

Zachalant said it more easily than choosing a lunch menu.




Milene, Salieri, and I all play a dumbfounded trio in unison, our eyes wide.

What did he just say? This damn lord.

โ€œNo, so, weโ€™ll become a vassal state. Letโ€™s decide on the tribute amount and everything. Quickly.โ€

He says it so casually.

Itโ€™s not something you can decide so easily.

Is this old man okay?

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