Let's Manage The Tower

"Is it a boy again ... This is the eighth person."

"You are such a cheerful boy. Name it."

"Yes, it's almost like Vendelin. It's almost impossible for that child to take over Baumeister's family name."

I suddenly fell asleep to the dream world again, and witnessed a mysterious sight in that dream.

The scene where the little boy was born, which seems to have shifted my consciousness, looked like a movie scene.

Apparently I was born as the eighth boy in this house called Baumeister.

Would it be more correct to take over its existence?

As the story goes on, the Baumeister family is a lower noble who governs three villages inhabited by two to three hundred people on the outskirts.

Artur von Benno Baumeister, the current head, is a formal man, for better or worse, having his wife from a lower aristocracy and the daughter of a local master as a concubine.

It turns out that there are eight men and two women, including Vendelin, with their two wives, along with their names.

However, there are ten children in the habit of lower-class aristocrats who govern at least 800 people.

I have a good year and seriously wonder if I understand family planning.

I already know from my knowledge that this world is very similar to medieval Europe.

Even if a child is born, it is likely that not all of them will grow up safely.

You can't be the only child, and there is no guarantee that your wife will have a child, so it makes sense to have a concubine.

But this number will be too large.

If you do poorly, it may cause a house uproar.

The child of the concubine is a pity, but is excluded at this time.

He remembered that the concubine who had not actually seen his face was the mother of two boys and two girls, but the boys were the heirs of the lord and the homes of Australian farmers and lords who had only daughters. She seems to be joining her as a son.

It seems that girls have already decided where to marry.

They are good.

Because the future is decided properly.

About the remaining six brothers, the boys of this wife.

I was a very eighty son, so I was holding my hawk as a child of a concubine, but I was like a child born when my wife was nearly forty years old.

Or rather, I don't want you to conceive such an obscene person for no good.

Probably a poor territory, it seems impossible to create a new concubine, mainly from a financial perspective.

Conversely, it can be said that marriage was good and good.

"You, Wenderin may have sword and magical talent."

"If so, is it possible to stand alone?"

From a memory of a small child that I am hijacking, or a third-party gaze based on that information, I gradually understand my current situation one after another.

First of all, I was a five-year-old Wendelin, a shameful kid of a poor noble, five years old.

I was born in a noble house, but too many children, so I couldn't inherit territories.

If you do poorly, it is very likely that you will not be able to live even as a noble.

If you think normally, the eldest son should take over the house, the second son should be considered a reserve, and the third and subsequent sons should find a way to live on their own.

Aside from large aristocrats with vast territories, or hereditary robes who have been in key positions in the center for generations, there is no expectation of a poor lower class noble who can only get this child to think about how to swing after the third son Will be harder.

But when it comes to.

I can't afford to think of what happened to me who was sleeping in my home apartment in Heisei or to be floated by the keyword “magic” that I heard earlier.

I don't know how old adults in this world are, but by then they have to have the means to live alone.

"(It's not good to panic, but if you just play because you're a child, your life won't stop ...")

Since then, I've been using this third-party bird's-eye view to digest Vendelin's life so far in a digest, and after waking up I've been working hard to gather information so that my new family can't see it with distrust .