2nd Rank Has Returned

Growth-1

In the deep darkness, the dark shadows that supported Reinhardt came to deal with the enemies who harmed the family.

“…Dark Darkness… Probably…”

The present location was the residence of Jehad, the residence of the Dynons family.

“…shit…”

In darkness, Chris Reinhardt looked around the mansion and pulled out a cigar. Then he sighed with a cigar in his mouth.

The cigarette was not lit, but no one objected to the journey.

“…have you already killed them all?”

That’s because the mansion’s already finished massacre was terrifying.

No one could open their mouth.

“…the darkness here… I’ll report you.”

Having barely pulled out the communication magic tool, Chris opened his mouth.

The report delivered was as follows.

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Jehad Dynons head found beheaded

his father, Zen Dynons,

Mother Hyerin Dynons,

fiancée Lane Lipford and younger brother Ellie Dynons

All five Dynons died.

A smokeless sigh escaped from his mouth as he opened the cigar.

***

The atmosphere in the Reinhardt house was bustling with life. There was an unfortunate incident, but in order to change the current, the mansion’s user quickly raised the bright momentum.

that would be

[Oh, it’s a festive atmosphere~]

＜It is the birthday of the housekeeper.＞

Because it was the birthday of the housekeeper, Silica Reinhardt.

[But I mean. Anyone else coming on my birthday?]

“Most of the people who come will come. It’s an opportunity to show off well to the owner, including Silica-sama.＞

The aristocracy does not simply open up social circles for entertainment and luxury. It was safe to say that it was a kind of conference room for understanding each other’s relationship, situation, and power.

[It’s pretty cheesy. Wasn’t he a mercenary?]

＜The seed season is several years, but Lee Jeong-don is the default.＞

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Just as a dog in the school will chant a good harvest after three years, Leo rose from his seat, boasting the common sense he had learned as a servant.

[Where are you going?]

＜You can’t just play. I need to find something for them.＞

It was good to take a break, but I could see that he was still playing like this. From the beginning, I was the type of person who liked to work rather than take a break.

[…but even if it’s a job, it’s not really…]

“miss!!”

In the track and field competition in the hallway, it was a white-haired girl who took the lead.

“Ariaspil-sama!”

The young girl of the heroic family becomes a tomboy that cannot be expressed in words once she becomes a socialite.

“Please stop! Miss Ariaspil!”

The maids with various dresses struggled to pursue Miss Ariaspil. However, there was no way for the general public to follow a 1-star knight with all his might.

“It looks like it. to do.”

Leo started chasing after his young lady as if participating in such a race.

After running down the hallway and repeating several bends in the corner, Arya stopped running.

“…After…if it’s here…”

Crossing the long hallway and hiding in a pile of straw in the stable at the back of the garden outside, Ariasviel said as she thought so.

“You were here.”

It was Leo’s voice.

“…uh?!”

The familiar voice made Arya look back. His exclusive knight faced her with a refreshing smile.

“…how…?”

“Just. I have a feeling.”

As I said before, Leo did not waste his life as a servant. Finding the place where the young lady she was serving mostly escapes was nothing more than that.

[…When I see this, I’m very conscious… I have a problem with my lower body…]

＜Shut up. Natural Monument.＞

Leo approached Arya while exchanging warm venom like that.

“What trouble did you run away from? miss.”

“You didn’t run away. I just avoided it because I didn’t want to do it.”

[The public calls it an escape. hahahaha.]

I don’t know what kind of sage is talking so petty. In times like these, taking good care of you is a virtue.

“May I ask why you ran away?”

“…you keep wearing dresses. I don’t want to wear it…”

it was okay

It was the aria that the other nobles, when they were playing with dolls, held the sword first. Because she was a warrior strong enough to knock down even strong knights, not at the level of children’s play.

Even if it was a little softer chain armor, it would have been quite difficult to put up with something light and airy like a dress.

“…don’t you want to dress like that?”

“yes. I hate to wear it.”

He was so determined that he almost mistaken it for a cutting sound. Still, the more times like this, the more you have to go with a hugging strategy.

“Then it’s probably a way to not wear it.”

“…yes?”

First of all, by synchronizing like this, the boundary of Arya is resolved.

“I can’t help it. It doesn’t look good for you to force yourself to do something you don’t like.”

“…but…then you won’t be able to join the party. I will keep trying to dress the other servants.”

[If you know that, if you wear it…]

＜Oh, shut up. Do not crush concentrically.＞

After giving the pinzan to the source of all evil, Leo concentrated on the conversation again.

“Then let’s run away together. Like this.”

“…run away no… together…?”

The moment she was about to deny the word run away, the word “together” stole Arya’s attention.

“Are you going to run away together?”

“I’m too embarrassed to be in such a dignified position. Wouldn’t it be better to avoid together than alone?”

It wasn’t really a lie. I was lucky if I didn’t get into an argument with other nobles if I was at the party for nothing.

Rather, it would be good for Aria’s emotions if it could be a change of mood with such a light deviation.

In my previous life, I was forced to do things I didn’t want to do, so I didn’t wear a dress with frills, let alone a dress, until I was 15 years old.

“…together…run away…”

At that time, Leo did not know.

‘…to run away together…? This is… something lovers must do…!’

not at all, but

‘…date…!?’

Leo had no idea that Arya’s thoughts were roughly like this. It wasn’t at all though.

“…Are you okay? Your face turned red…”

“Huh?! it’s okay! than that…”

She tucked her long hair into her ear, carefully hiding her redness.

“…run away…what are you going to do…?”

“Now that I have received my salary, shall we go around town?”

Leo calmly explained his plan to escape.

or eat together

I think drinking tea would be good too.

I don’t think it would be bad to stop by a shop that paints portraits.

I also need a reasonable excuse, so what about arguing about finding things lost as an assassin?

It must be a clear date plan for her.

Not at all for Leo.

The sage looked down on the waste of society, but it was not at all.

“…that…that’s good!”

“I’m glad it’s good. So shall we?”

“yes…!! Let’s do it!”

When he ran away saying he wouldn’t wear a dress, he was worried inside, but there was nothing to worry about, as Leo was by his side like this.

‘It might be better…!’

“It’s hard for me to wear a tuxedo, too. Not as much as a dress, but…”

As my older sister said, Arya was a genius.

A superhuman with both reflexes and judgment beyond the criminal.

“tuxedo…?”

That’s why he didn’t miss even the short words that Leo said as if passing by. Because her hearing cannot be ignored.

“Ah yes. Alfred bought me a tuxedo.”

Alfred had even provided a tuxedo for Leonardo in a previous life.

Of course, he was older than this time, but he received it earlier than before returning to see if the last time he comforted Arya had an effect on the evaluation.

“…Then… are you going to wear it…?”

“…yes? I guess I should wear it if I go to a party, right?”

Even though it was a story under the premise that Ariaspil would participate in the party. And Leonardo didn’t know.

‘…Tuxedo… Leo’s tuxedo…!’

Now, a genius is gathering all his thoughts and conflicting with his worries.

‘Come to think of it, Leo was always wearing comfortable clothes…’

It’s not that he hasn’t bought clothes for a month, but Leo has never worn or seen clothes that are completely focused on his appearance, such as a tuxedo.

‘…I’m sure…it’s going to be huge…?’

It was a series of conflicts and anguish.

[Why is he there?]

＜Well? Are you unwell?＞

Unfortunately for the two spiritual eunuchs, it was an incomprehensible agony.

It was unfortunate.

‘…but… a date is better than a tuxedo. It’s different from just buying a gift…’

“Besides, it’s hard for Miss Arya to do ballroom dancing, too.”

Around the time when the brain cells were overloaded, Leo spoke again.

“…uh? uh!”

Although embarrassed, Arya was able to answer the question without worrying about it.

“I’m not a fan of social dancing either. It’s a good thing we didn’t do it together.”

“okay! I don’t want you to be together… Wait a minute?”

Again, the word ‘together’ stole her ears.

“Are you working together…? A ballroom dance…?”

“Ah yes. Alfred asked me to persuade him to dance with the girl as much as possible. If that’s the case, we’d rather do it together… But she doesn’t really like dancing…”

It was too many rewards to refuse.

Leo had no intention of coercing.

Worrying about why it is not there, caused the pain of burning the inside of the viewer with flammability.

***

“Wow…! miss…!”

More than that, the servants did not put any Chuimsae in it. It wasn’t because he was modest, or because he didn’t fit in.

The change that made it impossible for the viewer to speak, the dress was constantly emphasizing the delicate off-white color that was barely covered by the armor.

“…that… yes? Isn’t it strange?”

Now she was not concerned about the discomfort of the dress. It only mattered how the boy he met as his partner would feel.

“yes! I’m sure everyone will love it!!”

“…le…oh… also good…”

Beyond that, it was difficult to say or ask. The blood rushing to his neck and face was explaining the reason, at least indirectly.

“Let’s go! Silica-sama is sure to be delighted!!”

That would be nice, but even better would be to show Leo’s face as blushing as himself.

The door opened and the splendid social hall filled Arya’s vision. Neither the splendid light that the chandelier caused nor the aristocrats of the same age who would shine and shine in the social world with as much dazzling attire could not satisfy the girl named Ariaspil.

‘…Leo…! Where is Leonardo…!’

So holding on to the hem of her dress, she started walking around the social hall.

I wanted to show him this image sooner than my father, who was the head of the house, and my mother, who was the main character of my birthday.

At that moment, Leo’s signature was seen in the crowd. Even wearing a tuxedo is starting to come into my eyes little by little.

“…Leo!! Leona…!”

The name was never called.

“…Ledo…”

voice goes down

I had no choice but to do so.

Because Leonardo was blushing right now. I’m embarrassed because I have a troubled expression on my face.

Not to myself, but to another girl.

One of them, surrounded by more than three or four women, was giggling.

Ariaspil’s eyes were already dead.

It was very regrettable that I didn’t have a sword on my waist right now.