I'm bored.

　Sister Elinora muttered boringly as the carriage rattled and shook.

　I knew she would definitely say that line on the road.

　If I called out to her at a time like this, she would of course demand that I tell her something interesting, or think of an interesting game to play, or some other reckless thing. This is the kind of relationship that exists between a sister and brother.

　I'm well aware of this from years of experience, and I continue to count the wood grain on the floor of the carriage, not even looking at Elinora's sister.

　It's unlikely that I'll be approached by this.

''Well Al, you should have something interesting to talk about.

　When I was wondering what to do, Sister Elinora personally requested me.

　That's strange. I didn't even turn my gaze to Elinora-sister, nor did I call out to her. Factors such as catching Elinora sister's eye..........................Oh, to be just in front.

'Sorry, I'm busy counting the wood grain on the floor right now.

I don't care about that.

　I replied, staring at the floor, and then rubbed my foot across the area of the floor I was staring at to interrupt Sister Elinora's counting.

　At all, what if I was really counting the grain of the wood?

　I have no choice but to look up because I don't know what she'll do to me if I continue to ignore her any longer.

　There, Elinora's sister was looking down at me with her arms crossed.

　Mother Erna, Father Nord, and Meena, who were somewhat bored for some reason, are also bored, and they look at me in a way that I don't know if they are bored. Brother Silvio is immersed in the world of books. He seems to have a constitution that doesn't mind chasing the letters while they sway.

'What's an interesting story?'

'It's a story to distract you from the boredom. Or just for fun.

Why me?

Because Al is the one who comes up with the weirdest stories and games at times like this.

　I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about.

　It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to find a way to make sense of it.
Ta.

　No, it's true, but I'm not a comedian and I'm not a comedian, so if you ask me to talk about something interesting all of a sudden....

　I looked around as if I were in trouble. Then I happen to see my eyes meet those of Nord-Dad.

　The look on Nord-Dad's face reminds me, and I open my mouth to tell him a story.

"Somewhere along the way, a young adventurer named Nord...

"Let's not do that.

　As I started to speak the prologue part of the story, Dad Nord and Mother Erna said in unison.

　Er, why?　It's a very popular and funny story in King's Landing, right?

'Ah!　Maybe it's a dragon slayer story!　Great!　I'd love to hear that!

Me too!

No.

　Sister Elinora and Meena, who didn't know much about the Dragonslayer story, were delighted, but Mother Erna and Father Nord denied it without a pause.

'Why?!'

Anything.

'If we're going to talk, let's do something else. Or we can play something else.

　Sister Elinora tells them to protest, but Mother Erna and Father Nord have no choice but to get involved. They are more stern than ever.

　Well, from the point of view of Father Nord and Mother Erna, it's like having their shameful past blown out of proportion. There is no way to escape from a carriage like this, and you will be told endlessly about your black history.

'Err, I want to hear it,'

No. No more digging and no more joint training, okay?

I'll tell you the story of the Dragonslayer, even if it means no joint rehearsals!

　How wonderful it would be to no longer have a joint training session just to mess with Father Nord and Mother Erna - but to tell a heroic tale!　I'm not going to miss this.

　I said happily, and Dad Nord smiled a black smile.

'Do you think Al wants to go to the parties of not only the Silford family, but also King's Landing and other noblemen?　I've been passing on the stories of friendship, including the Triera Chamber of Commerce, peddlers, and acquaintances, but it's still best to show the people in question getting along with each other at other parties.

'Sister Elinora, let's not talk about this.

　I could tell from the somewhat fixed look in Nord's father's eyes that he was serious or not. I almost crossed a dangerous line, and I immediately retreated.

　From the way Father Nord and Mother Erna were looking at me, Sister Elinora must have thought that the dragon slayer was impossible to talk about. She slumped deep into the backrest, looking bored.

'Well then, I'm done. I'm not busy, do you want to play Jenga with Reversi?

Wait a minute. Aside from Reversi, what's a Jenga?

　Father Nord interrupted what Sister Elinora said, as if he was waiting for her to say it.

'Huh?　Didn't I mention to Dad Nord?

I didn't say, and I didn't ask.

I don't know.

　Dad Nord and Mom Erna shake their faces full-force.

　Apparently, they really don't know.

　Father Nord and Mother Erna, who don't know, both look at me and ask me to explain.

Jenga is a game where you pull out blocks and pile them on top of each other with a bang. The first person to pull out a block or collapse a tower when it is piled up loses.

It's easy and pretty funny. I like Jenga better than Reversi.

I know you're nervous about the tower that could collapse at any moment!

　I explained and my sister Elinora and Meena, who had done it before, gave their thoughts.

　Mother Erna looked a little interested, while Dad Nord had a bemused look on his face.

'We just started playing ping-pong and now we're developing another new toy...'

　It's not really a development. And Jenga was completed faster than ping-pong. Or rather, I'm surprised that ping-pong has started to work.

'You're not going to sell this Jenga thing too?

'Tory wants to sell them at the Chamber of Commerce. But he said that for the time being, he's going to have to spend a lot of time on table tennis and slime cushions, so he won't be able to get his hands on them for a while.

'Well that's really a relief to hear. Even if it's just for free, I've been busy with the table tennis thing lately.

　Nord Dad heaved a breath of relief when he heard my words.

　He's calmed down about Reversi, but now the ping-pong has started.

　I don't know exactly how busy he is, but he has the usual business of managing his domain, so I'm sure his work hours are increasing. It sounds like a lot of work.

It's not a bad idea to have a developer right by your side. I'd rather let Al help you........

　As I was thinking in my mind as if I were someone else, Dad Nord muttered something very disturbing.

　I wish I could have a good time. It's supposed to be such a cute and pure wish, but my slow life life is in jeopardy. This shouldn't be.

　He has to get his crazy Nordic father back to normalcy.

　Determined to do so, I walked up underneath Dad Nord and gently put a hand on his shoulder.

''I don't know how to run a fiefdom, and that's no good. It's not a good idea to entrust a child, a mere developer, with important matters. I'm tired, Nord-Dad.

It's Al that's making you tired.

　I told him gently, but I couldn't argue with Father Nord's words.

　This is something I have to take a look at myself too. You can't just do whatever you want to do, no matter how much fun you want to have or how much ease you want to have in the future.

　If I don't do this, I'll end up just like my father said. I want to live a leisurely, slow life, but that's not the end of the world.

I'm sorry, Nordic, but I'll show you what I'm going to do next time. From now on, I'll show you what I'm working on or ask you for help.

Are you sure about that?

　I felt like I had bonded even more with Dad Nord.