Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

After breaking up with the Veeks, Claire stepped into the city of Ultz.

The counted and beautiful streets of the show windows are lined with trendy dresses and jewellery.

In a cafe with pleasant wide terrace seats, Claire and her generation of girls chatted with one hand the cafe latte.

(... how lovely!

Claire's heart was full of hope.

Quickly, take that foot to the occupational agency.

The currencies of the Noston and Paft countries are the same, so if you're curious about it, you can afford to live elegantly in a hotel for a while and enjoy shopping and dining.

But Claire didn't come to visit this country. We have to lay the groundwork to live.

When I arrived at the occupational agency, today's job had been affixed to one side of the wall.

I have a lot of work to do, from helping farmers harvest to selling boutiques.

(So much work! Unlike the Noston Country, the economy is in good shape)

When I was surprised at the number of jobs, I was called out.

"Hello, are you looking for a job?

Turning around, a shortcut woman stood, about a few years older than Claire.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you. My name is Claire Marx."

Claire carefully cartesies.

The woman, who stopped looking at Claire for a moment, smiles and offers her hand, she says.

"I'm Sun. I work as a coordinator at this agency. I've got a lot of work to do besides the jobs on this board."

"Nice to meet you, Sun. I have a lot of work to do, but I don't know which one to do. It would be helpful if you could talk to me."

Claire said, gently holding Sun's hand back.

"Sure. Then I'll show you to this booth."

Sun leads Claire to an individual consultation space in the back and gives her something like a resume.

"Please write your background on this form. I'll make some tea in the meantime."

Sun left the booth laughing nicely.

This vocational agency is crowded with other job-seekers. From what I've seen, there are only four individual booths.

Despite all this buzz, all but this room, where Claire was strangely guided, was vacant.

Claire drops her gaze on the resume at hand.

(His name is... Claire Marx.)

(What should I do with my education? I can't write about my attendance at the Royal College of Aristocracy in the Noston Country, but I also find it hard to assume that I'm not getting a decent education)

When Claire was confused, Sun came back with the tea.

What's on the silver tray is a simple tea set, but a cup that you can see is thin and expensive at a glance.

I'm familiar with Claire's cutlery, but I was a little wondering why this tea set is used in cluttered job agencies.

Claire receives a cup from Sun and, as usual, a sip of tea.

For some reason, Sun takes a closer look at that series of tricks with momentum that is likely to open a hole.

"Very tasty, thank you"

"Thanks for that.... Is that it? Claire, don't you have a higher education? It doesn't look that way."

While Claire was thanking her, Sun seemed to be starting to glance at her resume.

"Uh, actually, I went to the Royal College of Aristocracy in the Noston Nation."

……

Sun snorts with the look of it.

"My origins are the nobility of the Noston Nation. However, the house collapsed...... the college dropped out and the family was separated. Now, for safety reasons, we name our mother's surname."

It's almost a lie, but it's true for once that you came from and dropped out. Claire, who doesn't lie much, answers all the time.

However, Sun, who was surprised to see the shards fit perfectly, didn't realize that at all.

"That's what happened. I would love to introduce you to a job. Will you wait a minute?

Pat's expression brightened Sun ran patty and left the booth, running back again.

"This is the job I'd like to introduce Claire to."

The paper that Sun offered was slightly different from the one it was sticking to.

It was a thin blue piece of paper, with Maru's secret letters on it.

The paper reads: 'Recruitment of the Lehne Family tutors'.

"Is it a tutor...?

Claire asks Sun.

"Good! You can read it."

Sun answers tense.

"This paper is written in letters that only people from aristocracy with magic can see. The Lene family says that if you can see this letter, that's fine, but I still can't find the right person.... and Claire is perfect for everything she does, tricks, and even conversations. I can confidently recommend it to the Lene family!

Claire answers reluctantly, overwhelmed by the heat of Sun.

"Um... I couldn't do it at home, and I didn't have enough power to make this request."

Claire, who was treated like a fallout until this time, can't believe what Sun said.

"It's okay. I hear the head of the Lehne family is a kind person, and the person who tutors is her only daughter, a 13-year-old daughter. You said tutor like my sister as a talker instead of teaching her to study, so it's absolutely fine."

Sun offers more blue paper to Claire, wearing special colored glasses, he says.

"This job is a place to live. I can give you a room, and most importantly, work is only 4 hours a week from 16: 00 to 20: 00! Holidays are completely closed and side jobs are acceptable. And this paycheck!

Claire was not very interested when it came to high remuneration, but the fact that security could be rented intermittently to a well-secured aristocratic mansion, as well as relatively free working conditions, was a great attraction.

Part of the curiosity about what kind of lady to look after, but the reward being offered is a fair amount for the aristocrats to hire a resident tutor.

Perhaps that means you're not a wagamama lady who's throwing out tutors one after another.

(Sure, that's a good deal...!

Claire made up her mind.

"If it's all right with me, thank you"

When Claire lowered her head,

"Good! They want me to introduce you as soon as they find the right lady. Let's go say hello to the Lanes."

Sun smiled nicely.