Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Fragments of vitreous are stopped in space without a single drop.

Sliding between them, two shadows descended.

One is a demon spreading pink black wings. But standing diagonally behind the Lord in a military uniform with gold decorative strings was as neat as a knight's example.

Before that is the owner of an unforgettable beauty once he sees it.

He is a demonic king with brilliant red eyes.

At the same time as the sound of the fingers ringing, the fragments of the vitreous move simultaneously and return to the ceiling. Cedric's plundering voice echoed in the quiet venue.

"Oh, yeah... how come you're here..."

"- Did you instruct me to send soldiers to the woods?

My surroundings were frozen by the appearance of the Demon King.

Particularly remarkable were the nobles on the stage. The prime minister, including Rudolph, and the ministers will look at each other and give some instructions.

"Don't imitate carelessly if you're the Crown Prince. Will you give me a pretext to destroy my country?"

Cedric's face blues.

But Claude stared straight at Eileen, not willing to blame him any more.

"I made him wait. Sorry."

"... no. I'm not waiting that long."

"That dress looks good on you"

She smiled gently and accidentally, or her cheeks stained red. I tried to blur the fever to delude it, but couldn't get back to you well. Seeing the trick, Cedric glances as he grabs the hem of his skirt.

"... Eileen... No way, you..."

"Have you finished signing?

"No, not yet."

"I hope it comes sooner. So officially, you're no longer Cedric's fiancée. I have no taste in escorting other people's, well, half-brother fiancées."

Sweetly whispered like a good word, he turned away slightly in the light.

"Well, I knew it. Please wait."

"Wait... wait, Eileen. Are you really not kidnapping Lilia?"

Eileen looked at Cedric under her feet.

Anxious faces overlap memories. - Really, we all think he's better than that. He's laughing at me in the back. The side of it seemed lonely.

Don't lose, even you can. Because I am on your side. - Yes, I wish I could have told you right.

"... Isaac"

Isaac, who had been called by name and had been spying on this one from a little distance, looked disgusted. But you gave up right away, I'm coming closer.

"It's sweet only at times like this. It could have been a trump card."

"It's okay. My trump card is yours."

"You... of the Count Lombard family"

Isaac gives Irene a bunch of paper abusively in the palm of his hand, glancing at Cedric and turning back on his heel. To Cedric, who follows the figure with his eyes, Eileen offered him a bunch of paper he received.

"This is the threatening sentence that arrived at Master Lilia. We collected what was dumped in the garbage dump."

- What's wrong with that?

"This is the blackmail sentence with my name in it that is being made problematic. This is a handkerchief made by Lombard. The top is glued and turns one piece at a time. One set in twenty. And as part of the design, the drawings are struck out the way they are and the perfume is stained around them to give it a scent."

That said, Eileen spread the wrinkled blackmail to show it.

In the lower right corner, the rose pattern is creased. And the area was discolored by the staining of the perfume. Including that design.

"This design is all done by hand, both punching out and soaking in perfume while still being pasted and overlapping. So when you overlap like this - those made in the same set overlap perfectly. Both the drawings and the location of the perfume stain. But if it's a different set, it doesn't overlap with the same design."

Something completely overlapping and something with the same design but not overlapping. Show it to Cedric properly, and Eileen concludes by issuing an invitation to a nightclub Cedric gave her.

"Lilia kindly wrote to me when I invited you to this evening party"

Let me open the letter. And I showed it overlapping with one of the threatening sentences.

It's not the handwriting or the writing that matters. The two notes, however, overlap perfectly.

Cedric opens his eyes wide.

"I will keep Lilia's letter. - But I'll give you this blackmail, Master Cedric. Do as you please."

"... well, what do you mean"

"Please think of that for yourself. Because I am no longer your fiancée."

Cedric stares at Eileen with a face that looks like she's been flanked.

Irene smiled back quietly.

"Dear Cedric. - I admired you."

……

"Please, happy with Master Lilia. Goodbye."

As she pulled herself back, Cedric's hand fell straight to the floor.

Without turning around, Eileen heads up the stage. Nobody stopped it.

On the stage, there were two well-prepared pieces of paper. One is a written transfer of business. Check the items and Eileen signs quickly.

And the other thing is, there are no items to confirm in large part, the writing of the divestiture.

(Now, no more)

Next to Cedric's name, write your own name and place the feather pen.

- Now Eileen Lauren Dorthrish is free.

A graceful tribute to the great nobles beside the stage watching.

Claude offered his hand from the bottom as he laid his hand on the railing of the stairs descending from the altar.

"Duke of Eileen Lauren Dorthrish, Orderly Lady. I want you to be the first to dance with me when I'm free."

The first person to sign up for a dance with the lady is the rush of scheduled harmonious love.

Yet the initial shame rises, as it did when I first went out into the social world.

Nod small and overlap that hand. Cedric doesn't look like he's hiding in Claude anymore.

So I didn't realize.

"... you won't fool me, I will"

Even in a grabbed letter.

"I'll let you know. You're the one who's wrong...!

For a comatose twinkle, or a distorted grin.