Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

It sucked.

(Eileen has to let him get away. If demons and humans fight, the demon king is back in the muddy war. That's all I have to do)

Even if the Demon King returns, it doesn't make sense that the situation gets packed.

Isaac thinks beyond what everyone wants the demon king to return.

(Few sacrifices, maximum effect)

And people who think it's okay to sacrifice.

The pawn is in place.

…… Let it out and stir up. "

Oh, that sucks. And sucks.

I know how terrible it is to tell a girl to give me a favor, no matter how much I am, to take the place of another girl.

But I have to.

Eileen is the one who needs to get away safely.

She knows that, too.

"Okay, I'll impersonate Master Irene."

I thought you would snort. I also knew I might volunteer myself.

But it sucks.

Too much suck.

So I was sure what would return would be feelings of contempt and discouragement.

'Cause I'm telling you to die for the other women. Yet.

"Please."

She smiles beautifully, nodding.

Proudly, in the morning sun, gently.

The glaring Isaac turned his back so that he could not understand the upset.

(sucks)

I grabbed my fist and ate my teeth. It sucks, it really sucks. The same was true when Eileen. I finally realize when I see her having a terrible engagement breakup and still not crying, and I can't tell you how much I like her.

I mean - it's always the worst time to realize you've fallen in love.

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"Are you on your next holiday? Sorry, I already have plans."

"Oh, yeah."

Isaac pulled back quietly as he assumed he would be turned down.

No matter what you look at it from anywhere, with a totally creative smile, Rachel goes back to work, saying something she doesn't even have in mind "if she gets another chance".

(What's the occasion? Five times in a row with the same line.

The holiday plans seem to be filling up, which is a big deal. They've been stuck in the house all day trying to figure out if something came up the other day, but now I don't know what to do.

As much as we're letting the almonds somehow scout to see what's going on, you know - I mean, it's totally belly searching.

There is no obstacle to work. You wouldn't want that kind of personal affection to go away either.

So on the surface it is the same as before, and the work is smoothly progressing. Therefore, I am not dissatisfied.

Anyway, the policy Isaac decided a few minutes after he became aware was to 'maintain the status quo'.

"It's barren..."

For example, that you would chase that figure with your eyes the moment you found it?

Blur and poke your elbow at the window frame. In the distant garden, there was a figure of Rachel consulting Quartz in some way. More and more flowers in that cage of hands. I guess they talk about decorating or even the bride's bouquet.

Isaac, who had just fled fed up with the opponents of the upstream aristocrats at the Imperial Castle of Hermeia, which is being pursued by the Crown Prince's wedding, blurs to see how it goes.

The wind entering the meeting room through the window is refreshing and very inviting to drowsiness. Sometimes I was tired of being chased to prepare for the wedding, and I got a fuzzy yawn. This room, where maintenance is also just there, is also a skimming ground for outfits found by Isaac, who was forced out of manpower to prepare for the wedding.

Is the consultation over, Rachel ran out flat this time with her luggage? I chase that look with my eyes - I knew it was barren.

(No progress... Me...)

Continue to maintain relationships with your work colleagues. Just as I pretended to be unfamiliar with her feelings, I also pretend not to know my feelings.

The point is, it's the same as it was at Irene's. I decided that was the best thing to do without difficulty. Maintaining the status quo is a strategy if neither attack nor retreat can be judged.

Mostly, Isaac hasn't fallen to his heart yet.

('Cause I don't like blah blah blah. I knew it was some kind of mistake? That's the one that can easily make mistakes in an emergency. suspension bridge effect)

Then I'd be in a lot of trouble if they told me what kind of girl I prefer, but at least - Eileen and Rachel, who were my first love, are completely different types.

Rachel is modest and the type to follow later than to be in the lead. She wants to be a cool woman, but what she wants to be is, as things stand, different. And I can't fool people or betray them or anything like that. Eileen is right in choosing Rachel as a samurai like that.

However, Rachel, the samurai, was surprisingly strong once in a while, and Isaac was a little bad at that. Only against Isaac because of this, he tends to come out strong when he understands his feelings.

"... that's not cute either..."

"So it's not that hard to talk about, is it?

My thoughts were interrupted by the voices I heard from below.

"You just have to make a connection to the Oberon Chamber of Commerce."

"... I don't know what you mean"

Rachel changes direction trying to get away from the wall of the building where Isaac is facing. But the man got ahead of him and blocked him. I recognize the man's face and look him in the eye.

(You're the guy from the Chamber of Commerce who's in and out of the Imperial Castle. That sounds like a good rumor.)

"You know your face, don't you? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"... because I have a job"

"Don't say that. Hey, someone from the Oberon Chamber of Commerce executives, you can just introduce me. Master Eileen is the Duke of Dorthrish, isn't she? There must be a connection to the Oberon Chamber of Commerce."

The president of the Oberon Chamber of Commerce is Irene. But to avoid being crushed from Cedric, who was once the Crown Prince, and to give him a rare value, he hid his identity. And as it is, the executives of the Oberon Chamber of Commerce are still laying low and the Duke of Dorthrish is the focal point.

However, it was time to create a representative and responsible person who could show his face and disconnect him from the Duke of Dorthrish family. Eileen wants Isaac to represent her, but she's still considering it.

But when you look at the reality that Rachel is being made fun of, you better hurry.

Where I'm sick and tired of more work, the voice of a deaf man sounds.

"Hey, come on. You're right. My dad told me he had a connection to the Oberon Chamber of Commerce."

"If you say that, I have nothing to do with the Oberon Chamber of Commerce, and I can't take after you, Lord Irene, who can be the Crown Princess."

"Please."

When a man does it, he's out exaggerating poorly and begging, but just dressing up. I guess Rachel is going to be resolute in dealing with it, but it was visible to reverse it inside out.

(That idiot who made it a little better. It will often be bounced back when it comes out strong)

It's also easy for me to leave here just because. I'm sorry I bothered you. Sighing, as he rode himself out the window and looked up over the sky, he found himself in a beautiful queue and a crow on a regular patrol.

"Hey - Hey! It's a demon, right?

"Isaac! Dowsita!

Small enough not to be noticed below, but when I called it to arrive, a crow with a red butterfly tie came down. Almonds.

Stand your index finger in front of your lips and invite them to quiet down. The almond, who loved to talk about it in confidence, snorted and put his foot down on the window frame.

"Downstairs. Can you get rid of that man"

"... Rachel?

"Oh. They're teasing me. Help me, Captain."

"Wakatta. Frying pan, notified kel"

"Why not? I'm not..."

"- If people were out lousy, you asshole!

The man suddenly yelled at me. Yeah, already, and Isaac looks down.

Rachel shrugged herself as surprised, but raised her face resolutely. Your eyes are full of fright, like - like Eileen.

I can't believe you need to be like Eileen, even though nowhere.

"Whatever they say, I don't know what I don't know"

"Oh!? I need to see the pain in your eyes. - Whoa!

I tongue that I've done it since.

I didn't mean to help myself.

A man shouts and yells at me after I'm stunned by a book that fell out of the window with his brain swung.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?

"Uh... whoa, drop it"

If this happens, we have to delude ourselves. Rachel finally realizes this one is watching, but it would be natural to help her work buddies otherwise.

Belly-up, Isaac laughs lovingly.

"Glad you're not hurt"

"Is that why! You, three guys from the Lombard Chamber of Commerce......!? Come here!

"Well don't be so angry. It's better than the Oberon Chamber of Commerce."

"Oh?"

Remove the envelope from your chest pocket. It's what I always have just in case. Dropping it out the window, the man moved left to the right looking suspicious and took the envelope in his hand.

"What, a check or something? Forgive me if that's not the case -... this reference... is it real!?

"Real"

To put it out in the face, the man snorted his throat, then snorted away and missed the envelope, then said and so on.

True to desire and very helpful. Exhaling relieved, the almond snapped his neck.

"What?"

"Invitation to Heaven"

"... that envelope... it's a reference to a fancy whorehouse, isn't it?"

Rachel's twinkle sounded strangely loud from below.

My fingertips trembled for a moment, but I can't see it from downstairs. Under the guise of calm, answer.

"Oh, you're just the right bargaining material to get rid of those guys quickly."

"... are you acquainted or something"

"What does that have to do with you?

In purposeful cold retrospect, Rachel pointy her lips like she was annoyed. He also seemed more shrilled than angry.

Don't ever put that on the face, like it's cute. If I let it out, it's ruined.

"... it doesn't matter. Yeah, it doesn't matter who Isaac knows or how he gets to know you, if it doesn't bother Irene."

I know Irene.

"- Really! Then I turned an extra mind. Thank you for your help. Please excuse me."

Rachel returns the blemishes by thanking her with a bar-reading that doesn't even have any cuteness.

Relax, Isaac will be dressed to poke at the window frame. Almond gave Rachel and Isaac a couple of rounds of sight, I said.

"Don't like Wareta?

"Yes, nothing."

Maintain the status quo, though not to be blatant. The purpose was fulfilled.

It doesn't seem like it, and I don't put it on the agenda in my brain such as what I accidentally helped. Pretend not to notice that you can't keep your eyes open until that back disappears.

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I wish you had helped me a little more decently if you were going to help me.

I know it's a hit of eight, but I can't help but think so, and my stride gets rough. Nothing. I don't care how Isaac keeps up with anyone, at all, Rachel doesn't care. You're going to be a woman who can laugh at something like that.

At least, I know Isaac's in a world where that's what it takes, and...

(... it was cool)

Oh, and Rachel crouches in, stuffing without a voice.

Whatever I said and put the spot away properly, where it was calm and immobile, it was properly cool.

I'm sure that guy can see Rachel with any eyes, but he must not even put it on his teeth. That's what I regret and admire.

"... I guess it doesn't hold up much to say no to your invitation either..."

There's even a verse that makes it clear to say no. What a tough opponent. I get a sigh.

But I'm still glad. You don't have to feel guilty.

At least Isaac was right to nominate Rachel for Eileen's. I'm angry at that thought that I would ask, but that's who I am, so Rachel fell in love with. That's how I wanted you to rely on me.

I wish I could at least pass that along, but I can't.

'Cause if I confess and get flunked, I can't imagine what I'd still be weak, and I'm scared.

- So until then, maintain the status quo.

(But hey, I hope you care about me)

I wish Isaac would do the same so I can't help but notice what happened to Rachel.

But love is what falls, so we have to drop it rather than wish.