Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Lew Brandell Mansion, early Wednesday morning......

"Ugh, stay..."

Jerome Carpantier got up on the bed, pressing his very heavy head.

I have a terrible headache for some reason.

"Oh, where am I?

For a moment, Jerome won't know where he is.

and at the same time blunt pain strikes him once again.

"Oops... kukuku"

Pushing his aching head and looking over, this isn't the cavalier's quarters' own room, apparently some mansion.

I slept in bed, and there was a desk in the room, a closet, a large private room there.

"Oh yeah, I did..."

Jerome talking to himself unexpectedly.

Memories have come to life.

This is my brother-in-law, Lou Brandell's mansion, and I had dinner with his family last night and stayed there.

Nevertheless...... I've never had so much to drink in my life, haha.

Now I look like I'm wearing an unrecognizable sleeping roll.

Maybe it must be Luu's sleeping roll.

Jerome had the clothes he was wearing as he woke up and opened his closet, enduring a headache.

It is treated with wrinkles stretched and brushed and well maintained.

I was glad to see that. Jerome was concerned about the time now.

The morning sun that plugs in through the window is not yet from that high.

Uh, what time is it?

Looking at the magic clock that was placed on the desk, the needle points to 5am.

Well... you know, it's just like usual.

Jerome laughed bitterly at himself for waking up on vacation as usual.

The morning of the Knights of the King's Capital, to which Jerome belongs, is early.

Wake up at 5: 00 a.m. and start at 5: 30 with a meal schedule. Each crew will be on their way to various assignments.

Just like this, it's a little bit like going to bed again.

Wake up already and drain any alcohol left over from a light sweat... then rent a bath in your room.

Jerome opens the door to the room when he changes into his own clothes.

You can see both up and down the stairs, so apparently this is the second or third floor of the mansion.

"Good morning!

The voice of a woman echoing.

"Oh, oh, that hurt!

Jerome accidentally pressed his head.

Because her voice gave her pain as it stirred through her head.

"This is... excuse me. You're apparently hungover."

Now a woman who turns around and talks in a slow, quiet voice.

When Jerome saw it, a little girl with beautiful platinum silver hair stared at Jerome with a soft grin.

"Oh, sure..."

Jerome remembered who she was.

I'm sure he's Lou's wife and his name is...

"Yes. I am Luu's wife, Moral. I've been waiting for you here because it looks like you're awake. If you don't mind, I'll take the magic of detoxification... How about that?

Oh, you see what happened to me?

And the magic of detoxification?

? Jerome floats the mark properly, but Moral doesn't mind. Increases magic and activates magic.

"Now excuse me, detoxification (detoxification)!

Light light filled both hands of the moral, and its light was emitted to envelop Jerome.

It was at that moment that the feeling of comfort engulfed Jerome and the headache and fatigue characteristic of the hangover that was afflicting him was swept away.

"Oh, oh! Light-headed! My body's easier!

Moral grinning when he sees Jerome screaming unexpectedly.

"That was it. Our servants are already up and ready for the morning. The room you stayed in has a bath, and you can eat in the large hall. Of course, you may still rest. Can I help you?

"I appreciate that... but who's the master of this mansion? How's Lew doing? Exactly. You're still asleep, right?

Jerome, whose memory came back to life clearly last night.

I was glad to solve the misunderstanding. I recommended Lew a scattered ale.

Sure, that thoughtful brother didn't reject his recommended ale and drank it all away.

Because from now on, I would have drunk at least 20 large mugs more than twice what I had drunk.

"I did something wrong. I let him drink too much."

But Moral's reply was unexpected.

"No, there's no problem. Besides, my husband has already woken up and, as usual, is doing morning workouts in the courtyard. Sister Gisele is with you."

Huh?

Oh, morning workouts?

Jerome accidentally opens his mouth with his eyes rounded and surprising.

I drank so much ale, I'm fine. Do you mean to work out your body early in the morning?

It is too substandard a brother's behavior.

"Mo, Lord Moral, will you take me to the courtyard? I want to thank Lou for last night."

Jerome would have liked to see Lou like that, and would have liked to say thank you for welcoming himself.

He bowed his head and asked Moral to guide him.

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Lew Brandell Mansion Courtyard, 5: 30 am......

"Damn! Ugh!

Gisele's fist protrudes sharply with a sharp temper, while a kick strikes the target.

The beauty and speed (speed) of the move is the earliest, not that of an ordinary person.

Clearly, he is a master.

But Luu, who is the opponent, puts that fist away without difficulty with more than that movement, and also plays the kick with his arm.

"What the hell! It's still sweet!

"Ha!"

Giselle launched an even sharper attack to respond to Lou's exhortation.

Guided morally by the state of it, Jerome stares at it in a corner of the courtyard.

What the fuck!?

What the hell is this!?

He was now imprisoned by a feeling that he did not see as real to the sight being played out in front of him.

The Knights of the King's Capital, to whom Jerome belongs, are not only swords and spears, but also, naturally, physical training.

It's pretty hard and highly skilled.

But!

Compared to this (...), such training is a child's play.

Lew... I get it.

If it's this out-of-digit strength, it's natural that those squire are following you...

"Ha..."

Jerome touched the strength of a bottomless luau and breathed out a sigh of surprise and admiration.