Act Gracefully As A Villainous Lady

"Hey, I'm sincerely delighted to hear that the rumored Holy Knight has bothered you"

The Holy Knight - Anselm - grinned bitterly at the next Lord of the Duke's family to do so, with a bar reading that clearly seemed clear of hostility.

The kidnapping of the Duke of Maxwell, and the raid on Prince Ulysses, took place during the Kingdom Festival.

The upside report...... was before the building, in fact, Anselm took a trip here to the Duke Maxwell residence in an attempt to talk more about mixing personal feelings. It's worth it, and this is how Ernest got his eye on the next owner.

The upside of this case has not been made public, but the Duke Maxwell family had moved far behind in some cases of the kidnapping of Mary Rose.

Ernest squeaks with an expression that doesn't hide his dissatisfaction when he finishes reporting on the progress of the investigation, future measures, etc.

"Nevertheless...... I didn't expect to allow you to approach Prince Wang so easily that the guards who were supposed to be around were mannequins or something?

"As long as my ear hurts, sincerely."

Anselm and I recognize that this incident was totally improper for the Guard.

The knights and soldiers may also live a little out of their hearts in this kingdom where peace has long been going on.

Write this down in a corner of your head that you're back working out from scratch... and Anselm puts his gaze back on Ernest.

He is pouring his surprised gaze towards Anselm.

"Well... why don't we get down to business?

Anselm grinned bitterly at Ernest, who told him so by revealing his displeasure.

I had heard from Willem about his ciscone-rich, thoughtful brother, but he seemed utterly drowning, without any doubt rumours.

"Excuse me.... about our brother and your sister..."

"At a minimum, I told Willem Herschel to show the results at the tournament. As a result, he abstained from the tournament and missed the victory along the way"

Anselm disturbed Ernest, who told him so, that there was no island to attach this.

I've managed to come to ask him to give me another chance, but his attitude is stubborn.

"What the hell kind of education are you? In that situation, there would have been as many others as possible, even if he had not bothered to head himself to the rescue of Merriah Rose. You lost sight of the big picture. It's naive judgment."

Anselm chuckles at Ernest, who speaks like a fool.

I know what he says. If you stand above him or many like yourself, you sometimes have to give precedence to your interests over your emotions.

From the point of view of what I said, Willem's actions the other day would have no choice but to be caught disqualified.

But...

"... a creature called a knight can't help but rush to the plight of a loving maiden."

Even if the big army with no prospect of winning is the opponent, or the love that is not supposed to come true, you still can't help but move on.

Willem has a legendary knightly way of living the kind of passion Anselm has left behind somewhere.

Anselm was somewhere proud and envious of what he looked like.

That's why I'm here to petition Ernesto to give me another chance.

"As a result, Miss MerriaRose was successfully rescued by Willem. I'd like you to rate it a little bit."

You must have realized that you are not willing to retreat at all to Anselm. Ernest glanced at me as cold as ice.

For a while, neither of us will say anything, and the occasion will be surrounded by silence.

It was... Ernest's sigh that broke that silence.

"Damn...... the human stubbornness of the Herschel family is muscular"

Ernesto grinned bitterly as he reassembled his legs with a frightened look.

"... I don't know if you're already guessing, but if you considered him totally disqualified, you still haven't let him wander around Merriah Rose. I'm getting rid of it."

Again, well, Anselm was convinced not to put it on his face.

Since that incident, Willem has voluntarily been beside her in the name of escorting MerriaRose if he had time.

If the Maxwell family is going to get rid of Willem altogether, they won't let him get near the muggy and important princess.

The only way Willem can still be beside Mary Rose is if the Maxwell family acquiesces to the situation.

"At least, it seems more useful than all your wooden puppets. If I were to choose the tournament over Meliá Rose there, I wouldn't have let her near Meliá Rose again."

Anselm sent praise to his brother in his heart to Ernest, who was about to lose his gaze.

Apparently, Willem didn't make the wrong choice.

"So, are you sure you'll allow us to socialize?

Laughing and saying so, Ernest distorted his expression clearly uncomfortably.

"What? Who said that? I just said I'd give you a break about the front door. Nothing has changed the fact that your brother is unbeknownst to approaching Merriah Rose unduly."

That's Ciscon on the Iron Wall. Bad give up.

Anselm laughed bitterly in his heart at Ernest, who stood up quickly.

"Melia Rose is the only daughter of my Duke Maxwell family. You will be able to marry royal nobles from all over the continent if you wish. That's not the kind of thing that would give me a knight collapse with nothing. Just..."

Ernest turns his gaze out the window like he remembers something when he cuts the words there.

"It's just more than that... Melia Rose is our precious family. If we can do this, we want to leave her to whoever she wants."

Outside the window, a beautiful rose was blooming. Love cares about the flowers, Ernest regains his legs gracefully.

And now look back at Anselm with a muffled look.

"At the moment, your brother just stood at the starting point. Don't forget that. In the future, if we consider it inappropriate for Meliá Rose, we will immediately pull it apart at that point, so we intend to!

"Yeah, let's keep that in mind for the liver."

"Look, I haven't admitted to socializing yet! Tell your brother to start with a careful correspondence or exchange diary!!

Whatever you say, my lord.

Desperately wanting to laugh, Anselm quickly left the room.

They're both beside each other that much, so I feel like the exchange diary still doesn't require any correspondence at all... I guess that's the result of my concession to be Ernest.

... Surprisingly likely, Anselm killed one laugh.