Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

"- For once, I heard in the report..."

"Master Claude! Welcome back."

Lunch, cleaning and chores are safe. The place for the afternoon tea party is the colloquial room of the ancient castle.

To Claude with her face there, Irene gives her face all the time.

"Have you had lunch?

"Actually, from now on. I had a little time until evening to see how it went..."

"Now let's get something ready to eat. Rachel."

As Eileen glances at him, Rachel immediately starts preparing snacks with a face she understands.

Claude teased Irene's fingertips at her hair sitting on a sofa all alone.

"Do you have any problems?

"Listen, Claude! Eileen, it's terrible!?"

Luchel, who is confronting Eileen and the chessboard with her, begins to cry even though she hasn't even been asked.

"You put numb pills on my lunch plate!

…… It happens all the time. "

"Often!?"

"Totally. Trying to be quick is your bad habit, Eileen"

"I'm reflecting. Again, it doesn't seem that easy to start."

"Hey, Claude, this woman is driving my ethics crazy. - I want to."

I gave him the back of Luchel's hand trying to swap chess pieces.

Tearful but laughing with her nose, Eileen glances over the plate.

"I won't miss it. It's your father-in-law's turn."

"No, I've already fought. It's your victory! Terrible, no kindness!

"Well, there's no way I can beat your stepfather! Reverse the winning hand. Quick!

"I hate you so much!?"

"... at this rate all the time?

Claude asks Keith behind it.

Keith nodded back calmly as he let Claude take off his jacket.

"Thanks to you, we have a lot of work to do. Under the guidance of Irene, everything from cleaning and repairing the old castle to renovating Luchel's room has been arranged and will be completed shortly. Finally, I can't think of any harassment and they seem to be challenging me to battle in chess long after lunch"

"What about winning or losing?

"It's my total victory! My father-in-law is so sweet, you're out of my hands! Don't get me wrong, Lady Claude, Lady Luchel is never very weak or anything."

A good wife is a father-in-law. Luchel is teary-eyed at the surface of the plate. I laughed at him with my nose, thinking I must be impressed with Irene's care.

Walt and Kyle, who followed the escort, each have a complicated grin.

"Wow, Iri is just a complete victory...... you need to worry, none of it"

"Walt, keep your mouth shut. Not that Irene is unharmed either... no, I guess."

"I wonder if this is going to make the Ashmail Kingdom Good Luck Party safe."

What Augusto was saying was that it turned out to be a swallowing party of such content.

When I was secretly listening, Luchel moved her gaze towards you.

"What, what? Are Claude's friends here? I have to say hello, 'cause you're my father! You, what did you say? Walt, I'm with you."

"Oh, uh... no, that's"

"Father-in-law, are you going to be thrown out the battle by deception?"

"Claude, I asked you! Take your father's caterpillar!

That's what Luchel said, grabbing Claude's shoulders and forcing him to sit in front of Eileen.

And he smiles down at Eileen. It's more the face of the demon king's men than the demon king.

"No way, I wouldn't shame Claude...?

Eileen took a deep breath. Rachel gently reclaims the tea.

"Finally, the day has come for me to give Lord Claude his first victory in chess...!

"What, you beat Claude on this plate!? Don't you think it's bad or something!? No more, why did you marry a woman like this, Claude! Father, I don't understand!

"Isn't she pretty?"

To one of Claude's most difficult things, Irene, who was wrapping her arms around her, sat back down quietly after she had hardened.

Rachel serves snacks, just like she did for everyone's silence. Carefully prepared by the samurai are sandwiches and scones that can be eaten while playing chess.

Put your weight on your back loosely and Claude thinks about it.

"But that's a terrible plate... it's going to have a battle before I eat it. What shall we do?

Asked upward, he turns to you in a hurry.

"Yes, no matter how much, Master Claude, I won't flip anymore. If I win, you will hear me say one thing!

"It's a brave thing. But I can't wait to love you, too. [M] I'm sorry I let you sleep alone last night. I can go back tonight."

"Oh, really? Tonight, welcome back…"

"Yes, tonight"

Irene had a cup of tea once to tighten her feelings that seemed to soften to a deep crackle of meaning.

"It's not caught in that hand - eh?

I checked Claude's hand and looked over the board and noticed.

The arrangement of the pawns is not the same as earlier.

"Sooo... you switched!? When!?"

"That's out-of-heart. I couldn't have done that, you know, from the beginning. Now, if I win, what will I ask you to do?"

"Master Claude! It's sloppy!"

Even if he turns bright red and angry, Claude is soaking cream on the scones with a strange face.

Behind that, Luchel said hello.

"... what, my son is scared... did I raise him the wrong way? Because you left me alone? Hey, you, let me talk to you."

"Oh, is that me?

"Yeah, the demons said you knew Claude best."

"Keith, I hope you're coming to the swallow party too."

Irene looked up to Claude's permission to pull up a sandwich.

"... Are you sure, Master Claude?

"Oh. You'll take care of me, won't you?

"That's not what I'm talking about. I don't know if I'm going to let my father get too free."

"No Father!? Now I hear you clearly!?"

"I'm fine. He won't force me. [M] Anyway, it seems to be" Father. "And it shouldn't be a big deal."

To Claude's quiet judgment, after Luchel rounded her eyes, she loosened her lips.

A smile as beautiful as it softened disappeared in an instant, but Irene, who sees it directly in the front, gets fisted.

"Yeah, yeah, you know damn well, Claude. That's right, I'm like a cunt who's cute and whose body as a demon king is sealed in the demon world and whose magic is scratched by the Holy Sword. So no matter how much I twitch or cry, it won't rain and the ground won't fall. Peace itself. I wish this was always the case."

Spread your hands and let Luchel mourn in exaggeration.

"It's always been my fault that the demonic climate is unstable - it's hard, Claude. Don't you think the one who dies in lightning, tornadoes and eruptions is bad?

…… I don't think so. "

"Heh, heh. You look like your mother, don't you?

"- That mother is about the maiden of the Holy Sword, isn't she?

I made a bang noise and the plate surface of the chess splattered from the inside.

Not a single fragment flew, I guess, because Claude aggressively built me a wall with magic.

But it was enough to remember who the person in front of me was.