"What a lack of character you have in building a building like this. I doubt your sanity."
"I don't know what to say. Are you going to cheat on what I made?"
"Hmm. Did you make something you don't know about any horse bones like yourself? Then I can also nod that this is happening."
"Well, what does that mean? I will not allow you to insult Lord Ars, who built this castle with me."
"That's it. This castle was built not by you, but by the lord of this Balkan Knight Reign, Arus. The castle says that in such a state, the sensitivity of Ars is questionable."
I guided Leon around the castle and came back while he was watching.
So I heard you arguing out loud.
Two people who don't usually hear much talk face to face and talk to each other.
I wonder who that is, the girl with the tone of voice.
"Clarisse, what are you doing? Excuse me in front of Mr. Ars."
"Ah, Mr. Ars, Mr. Leon. I'm sorry."
"Nice to meet you, Clarisse. I'm Ars. So, it looks like he was arguing with the grand over there, but what's the matter?
"Yes, I'm afraid I have something to say to Ars. Are you sure?
"What do you want to say to me? I don't know."
"I suggest you change the condiments in this castle. As it stands, Arus will be ashamed of the nobles."
"Change the condiments? When I built the castle, Gran made a lot of extra things and put them there. Why do I need to change them?
"That's not true. Everyone has the power of an awkward man. All of them will be wonderful."
"It's sweet. If you look at one item at a time, you can admit that you made it without letting go. But none of them are too strong. If you seem to be placing such items in Atila Kochira, Ars can't help but think that he's bluffing to make you look big."
"... oh, I see. In short, does it feel like something that has grown up is creating a hobby for money?"
"That's Ars. The maker didn't understand this at all, so I was in trouble. That's right. We should put the condiments in more harmony with the castle."
"Yes, I disagree. This castle was created by the selfish and Lord Ars. It doesn't make sense to be suddenly told by something that just happened."
"Gran, stop. Speaking of which, Clarisse, who the hell are you?
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