A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Lord Beliessa, the madman, is boyish, if he speaks for himself.

Dressed in a man's noble clothes, his spine stretched out with a pin to make him look like a man. His face is also somewhat like that of an elite man, and his face is clear.

The way she spoke was also masculine. That was it, and the height of her voice, like that of a vocal-changing developing boy, was increasingly making her Beriessa masculine.

"Lady Albert, I'd like to see you first. My name is Toshiki Mitsuji, and I'm their husband."

"Fine. I don't like being tough. Once I forgive my hard behavior, I will have to publicly punish you for one disrespect in the future. I don't like that."

"I see. Did you"

Well, there's no reason to have to act tough.

"But it's a public place, which is why I want to pay tribute to Countess Albert from me. Please forgive me around here as I choose not to be hard on you."

"Right, fine then.... Shall I name this one again? Beriessa Albert. Since the episcopate has not yet been done, the same applies to civilians in their capacity. Nice to meet you."

"No, Master Albert deserves respect. Nice to meet you."

Activate appraisal skills while lowering your head.

It is true that Beliessa is not recited, but it is the aristocratic society that does not mean that it is reciprocal.

Pick a word.

Attempting to get along with the courtier Beliessa in front of you in an intimate manner is third-rate, then if they say what second-rate is, they won't take the word to make you less disrespectful than getting close.

Of course, first-rate is about targeting both, but I don't want to take the risk otherwise.

I want to keep my face connected to the aristocracy, but I need a balance in how I deal with it. I've decided that a crazy Beliessa is a good way to be cautious.

"Right. So, Toshiki, can you ask me to talk to you about your slaves?... Actually"

"Excuse me. If that's the case, please wait a moment."

"Hmm?"

Once it's time to block the conversation, give Hetty a slap in the ear behind you. It doesn't make any particular sense. It's just until I let her sit in for a while because there's a chance she won't get away with it if she hears one of her next words.

Just tell Hetty, "I'm sorry, but I need you to pretend that I'm being struck by something important." That's all she draws from my gist, she's still smart.

Miss Beliessa's distraction led me to Hetty. At that time, I pinched the words.

"... Countess Albert, I'm sorry. It's a great honor to talk to someone like you even as I am, but it's late at night, and any more nights wind will hinder your body. And it is not advisable to do business equivalents during this birthday. Can we talk about the opportunity again?"

"Mm-hmm.... What, you don't catch a cold when you're like me. Besides, my father's birthday book festival is tomorrow. I'd like to say... but that's a bit of an obscene thing."

"Thank you. Well, I'd like to spare you some time."

"No, Toshiki. You're cute if you look closely. Hey, do the two boys and girls you met at night know what they do?

Mysterious eating.

"I'm afraid I'll keep it in my compliments.... Well, let's even offer you a little safer. If a boy or girl meets at night, the boy must protect himself as a lady returning from a dangerous night's journey."

"... hmm. You're right. You are. That's really inconvenient. You don't look like you're 14 or 5."

"I'm afraid so."

It got sticky. I just thought I smelled a little nasty on the inside.

I really don't want to take the night lane as an escort. But if you won't let me go, I can't help it.

But why did Miss Beliessa try to stick? Do you want our slaves that far?

Set aside the question of birth once.

"How far can I send you," I asked the escort holding back at her side. I thought I'd check to see if I could go to the Lords' Hall or go to a fancy inn or something.

No reply.

Anyway, I wander around and say, "Uh, no, I'm not your noble escort," confused.

It is not an escort. Such an idiot.

He asks another person like that, "Then you are", and he answers that there is no extermination.

What does it mean?

They both have swordsmanship skills, so I thought they belonged to the escort.

Who is the escort? I thought so. Was my question on my face? When she looked at my face, Beliessa answered briefly.

"Mm-hmm. Actually, I'm sorry for your loss."

"Have a nice day."

Eh.

Though I dealt with it calmly on the words, it was full of amazement about what I was doing in my head.

I don't even have an escort. I mean, it's like running away or something.

I smelled nasty on top of this.

I would like you to return immediately.

"Oh, she's a prodigal girl."

She barely fits in.

"So does that mean it's a secret for your family?"

"Oh."

I'm talking about a headache.

When I sighed, not knowing how many times I would be inside, the courtier in front of me, Beriessa, smiled just saying that she had flickered the name.

"That's right! I came up with something good! Hide me! I don't want to go home today."

I came up with something good, no. No. Not at all.

"I'm sorry, Countess Albert. I'm in a civilian position, so I'm not going to get into noble circumstances. It's the last time I buy your family's objections, I'm sure it won't be one of these necks."

"Even if I take refuge. He sees me and he loves me. [M] If I shelter you, you will not be blamed or die."

"It's because I'm drowning. If something happens to Miss Albert's Count, it's all my fault. That would be the case if you stabbed a bug in that beautiful arm. You can't escape the punishment of being as humble as I am."

"Big deal. Well, then, let's just say I got away from you. If I die from being attacked by a burglar or something as it were, it would be your fault for not holding me back?

"As long as you don't help me run away from home, I don't mind if I go as far as to hide from being attacked by a robber"

Wouldn't it be a good idea to interrupt a slightly better merchant hall, or a luxury inn, and wait in that lobby?

So I will contact your family and ask them to return in peace.

I'll tell myself this is what it's like to hang out with a nobleman, even though I'm worried about unplanned expenses, wondering if you could hear the annoyance with about five gold coins.

Generally speaking, getting to know great people is a hassle.

"Aren't you willing to give it back? I can't believe it."

"Please don't say that, Countess. I was just about to change places, too. Why don't you head over to the Rothman Gold Trading Museum once you've talked about standing up in these places? I wish I could talk to you with a pinch of tea and sweets."

"Oh, is Rothman Gold under the Merchant Guild Commander? It's insane time for the night, okay?

"I think I'll negotiate"

The kidnapper who took his daughter to the Earl of Albert's house will be treated, then the horse daughter will hate him and make Count Albert's heart certificate worse, or if there is only such a choice, I will gladly choose the third option.

That's a compromise.

Even as we return safely under the Earl of Albert, we are going to satisfy this beautifully insane Beliessa.

My entertainment skills will be tested.

"Then, Countess, I will escort both of you, so would you please come with me to the Rothman Gold Chamber of Commerce?

"No, no, you still have the Chitta player award, right? Looks like she's sleeping well with you on her back, okay?

"Right...... So if you don't mind, could you please give me some time during the award ceremony? It's time to wake him up and give him the award."

"Oh, okay."

The story wrapped around a ton of clapping.

It's a funny story, but if I wanted to give you an answer that was easy so you wouldn't be buying objections, at some point I'd be the wingman to reveal the night in the mall with my courtier.

There's a lot going on, but I can't help it anymore. The other side is ridden over there for some reason. I can't do anything I didn't do now.

This is all because the young lady Beliessa runs away from home. Is this what you would do if you didn't?

Sigh inside.

I feel a wide variety of gaze from behind but ignore it. Hetty was the only one who gave me the gaze of sympathy, and the others were the gaze of awhile finally getting their hands on the nobility as well. Stella was watching me raw and warm, not shy, but no, that's not what I'm talking about.

Why does that come to the idea? I am not going to turn down my hand on nobility.

A runaway girl waiting for God, and nobility.

It's only a mine, no matter what you think. Even the modern man's senses tell me he's a bad guy.

(Oh my God, I got caught up in this...)

If it's okay to leave the nobleman of the runaway girl and say goodbye, I'm happy to do that.