Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Were you going for a route to be loved, but did you get into a route to be bullied?

(No, calm down. I didn't have that route. I haven't got all my memories back, but I definitely don't)

Both arms in a straight face, Eileen was in front of the oven. The head is covered with a triangular scarf and the paired hands are fitted with your favorite mittens.

(I wonder if Mr. Claude was such a character in the first place. Sure, I tend to dos if I just look at the setting called Demon King, but it was like a quiet, lonely sad character with scarce emotions)

- I wanted to make you cry.

"Fugaaaah!

"Oh, ma'am? Are you all right?"

"Yes, no, it's nothing... I was watching the oven and I wanted to scream"

Falsify the servant working in the kitchen as he looks up to his flaky red face with his hands. The servant looked puzzled, but he pulled back if he didn't want to get involved.

Repeat your deep breath as you soak up the sweat on your ejected forehead.

(First of all, calmly analyze... It's an unacceptable dialogue except for beauty in the first place, Shit, Master Claude was a beauty!

That's why that dialogue sounds so slutty, and my palpitations without immunity are terrible.

I'm never tempted. I mean, sometimes it's not good.

"I'm sorry about the faulty SM route... I want to throw Meliva away too...!

Take out the well cooked apple pie, saying bumps. It's today's plug.

Irene leaves the servant with the rest to get out of the kitchen, whether it's better to support her going out while it's cold. When I told him that I was going out on the way, he was comfortably accepted.

(It's a lot easier when you're not the fiancée of the Crown Prince)

Until now, I've noticed one on the go. If anything happens to me, it becomes Cedric's defect. Neither the destination of the Tea Party nor the shop of the Imperial Prince must make a 'shameless fiancée' decision.

Though I was proud of that, it's easy when I'm released.

"Lady, are you going out"

"Yeah, at your father's behest. I'm going to the third floor. I don't need a carriage."

Only then did the good servants ask for no business.

Hiding her true destination, the Forest of the Demon King, Irene dressed herself and went outside, weaving her jacket.

It's a beautiful day.

But during the day we must carefully mislead where we are going.

"Hey there!

Eileen, who had gone down from one layer to three and was setting up an operation on a paved path, stops to a familiar voice.

"Oh, Jasper. Good mood."

"I knew it, Irene. You're a lady. Is it true you broke your engagement?

Eileen smiles at a familiar reporter who raises her hands with a good jacket.

"It's true. But I refuse to interview you."

"Oh, that's not what it's good for. We owe the lady, and most importantly, I'm on the side of justice."

Twirling his favorite fountain pen, Jasper makes a more floating face that people love.

Eileen flaunted her shoulder.

"You're still saying that. Thirty too much."

"Yes, I wrote the lady's bad words in the first place, and I can't sell articles for civilians. Maybe an article with no contents for the nobility. Hang on, I'm so bad. He said he was dedicated to Prince Cedric."

Jasper, who was turned to Eileen's chilled eyes, held his mouth shut with his hand whether he felt the silence. He has a problem with eclampsia, but he is a man who turns his mind and is highly capable of averting crises.

Jasper Barrier, president of a small newspaper in a commercial section on the third floor, a spineless man chasing adhesion and political corruption between nobles. His newspapers are created for the civilian population and have a high reputation from a solid and supported article and a fair perspective.

For once, Eileen had set up a joint front with this man who pursued the corruption of the aristocratic senator. Because the aristocratic senator used Cedric's name. Eileen struck Cedric in the hand to keep him out of the scandal instead of passing information on to Jasper, who was following the case, so that no firepowder could fall on Cedric.

That's the edge, and Jasper drops information from occasional contact. Eileen used to softly ear it to her father, the prime minister, and vice versa by turning to Jasper for information she had learned from her father. The point is intermediaries.

(Although I do think Jasper is safe because he's a character who hasn't been in the game)

I want to minimize getting involved with the people involved in the game. Just in case, add the sagging.

"... Jasper, who says so, knows Master Lilia?

"Ah? Oh, Master Cedric's lover. I don't know you directly. I'm not interested."

I was relieved by the answer. Hi. I hear you're being suspicious. Switch heads.

"Yes. Then I'm just fine. I need to talk to you."

"Wait a minute. I'm sorry, but I'm first. He asked me to. Ma'am, I would have tried to start a company in civil engineering and shipping. He said he couldn't make it in public."

"Well, I heard it's been a public utility for a while. I don't know anymore."

"Actually, the lady hired me to cry about getting fired."

Jasper continues with a grudge and behind his neck.

"The lady would cheaply develop something that would help the sanitary aspects within reach of the common people, and turn the money around by increasing the employment of civil relations with the transport of its sales channels and the development of corridors - right? Let the people who live that day on the fifth floor earn a little regular income. Then the state can also increase its tax revenues and become richer."

"Yes."

"That's why I cooperated by advertising jobs, too. Prince Cedric cut a contract for civil engineering because he confined his origins to royally-owned land. I haven't been able to do much yet, so I'm getting paid."

"Did they pay the penalty properly?

To stuffed Irene, Jasper shakes his head.

"No, he said he wouldn't even pay for the start up. Because I don't use it for the business that Master Cedric has in mind.... Rudolph has managed to make a budget just for the turnover, but he's still paying for it."

"- Your father..."

Now I know why my father cut Cedric off.

I can't have this person, even if he is the Crown Prince.

"It was a long, big job. Everybody's not putting in any other jobs, and I'm having trouble without the next Ate. Do you have any good athletes? Nobleman, you can do what you're good at."

"Don't be ridiculous, it won't turn the economy and it will eventually devour the future of the country."

Cut and discarded thoroughly, Jasper narrowed his eyes as to why.

"That's what I like about the lady, me"

"I need to get a job where I can see some legitimate rewards. - Ah."

To my mind, my lips arced.