Herscherik

On a hot day that heralded the arrival of summer, he was called by his own father and the Lord of this House.

After knocking on the door of the designated study and entering the room and thanking him, he raised his face and waited for Roland Ordis, former general of the Royal Army, the head of the Marquis Ordis family, a knight's prestige serving the royal family for generations.

The Lord was an ageless, successful, burning red-haired, epic man who had resigned from the position of general for several years.

"Are you calling, Father?

The answer to that was Octavian Ordis, the third son of the Ordis family, who graduated from the Royal College Knights degree last year.

Orange hair melted with a loosely habituated sunset mixed with a golden mesh when looked closely, and he was a neat looking young man with slightly drooling blue balls embedded in his eyes creating a mild atmosphere.

"Octavian, I have a knight interview today. On your way.

"……… What?

Octavian raises a loose voice in between.

"You didn't hear me? I told him to go for an interview.

"Ya, so why suddenly? And today? Somewhere else should I go?

To his father's unexpected remarks, Octavian quickly put in a scratch, then weakened and took a deep breath.

"…… I don't want to be more or less a knight. I'll never take it.

Unpleasantly distorted his neat face, he turns around and puts his hand on the handle of the door as he leaves the room.

But at the next moment, the wind sounded in Octavian's ear, and something pierced the door. When he looked beside him in awe, he had a polished sword full of himself whose face looked like a mirror. It's not a normal sword, by the way. It is a sword that Roland, the Lord, loves to use.

The weight sword, specializing in tapping down rather than slashing his face to hide in leisure, stands perpendicular to the tree door in front of him. I could easily imagine that the cutting-edge must be ahead of me pushing through the door.

"Who said I could leave?

To the voice of his angry caged father, Octavian drops his shoulder and drips.

When this happens, my father's words are absolute. The only way to bend my father's words is to show strength, but the chances of beating my father in this Ordis family right now are about my oldest sister.

The sister is on a journey to find her strongest bridegroom. It's really just a martial arts training, but if you don't say so, my father and mother are going to be forced to put together a pageant.

Octavian faces Roland with a sense of mind.

"I waited six months since you graduated from college. And yet you're just dazed at home, trying to do nothing.

"No, no, not without daily training..."

I tried to make a weak objection to Octavian, but I whisper. Because Roland's sharp eyes silently ordered him to shut his mouth.

"Look, my homework doesn't eat people who don't have to work. We cannot leave those who will not work forever in the mansion.

"So I went to martial arts training like my sister..."

"So go because I just had a good knight interview. Or go. Take it.

Octavian gave up. My father doesn't listen to people.

The only exception is Octavian's mother and Roland's wife. He said that his father hadn't even listened to half of the nobles who were his bosses when he was in the general position, but he also said that he was bound to listen only to his mother at the time. My mother always smiled at Nico and was equally kind to her children, to the knights who were my father's men and to the people who worked below. But I wonder why only my father sometimes turns blue when he sees my mother smile.

(Yes, tell your mother...)

"It's no use telling my mother. This is also an order from Anne. Or if you don't go, I'll be in trouble. I spare my life.

My father is slightly trembling and turning blue after saying so. Octavian decides that it is better not to ask in detail, and decides not to go into the matter and follow orders.

"So, where should we go?

When Octavian asked his father where he was, he regretted that he should have trained as a martial artist.

He leaves a heavy foothold, knocking around the mansion gate. To encourage that back, the early summer wind rocked his sunset colored hair.

The early summer breeze that jumped in through the window makes the pile-like paperwork in the room rise like a petal.

The Lord of the room, who slept on a fine desk, stroked his hair and woke his body in a cool breeze as the petals scattered with the scent of its ink.

"…… tragic.

The lord of the room holds his head in the tragedy of the room.

Because of this, the paperwork that was arranged by classification is rising and coming together.

The name of the Lord with his head is Hershelik Gracis, the seventh prince of the Kingdom of Gracis. He turns five this year. My father and his lead butler call him Hershey.

His name was Ryoko Hayakawa in his previous life.

He was a clerk of a listed company in an island country called Japan, but died in a car accident one day before his thirty-fifth birthday. Without my husband, I don't have a boyfriend. She was a severe geek girl who had decided to spend her whole life with her two-dimensional lover.

She was reincarnated by Sarah's pale-colored blonde hair, her emerald-like eyes reminiscent of new greenery, and her face like her father. But it is a well-known fact that such a beautiful boy, too, is an unfortunate specification that he has no brilliance compared to his other brothers.

Hershelik jumped off an undisputed skinned couch in an attempt to collect scattered documents. This is his study, not so much a study room given his age.

The size is smaller than the living room or bedroom, but besides the desk and sofa, there is also a table set for visitors, which is large enough to stay out of the way. The wallpaper has a calm shade of dark green and is a room where all the conditioning items are safe for five-year-olds with first-class products.

At present, however, books that did not fit only on the bookshelf are piled narrowly on the desk and on the floor, and there are piles of documents that have been collected in secret.

He said, "I keep the paperwork so that I know. It was." I used to complain about the pile of documents at the office, but I can't talk about people in this tragedy. In her previous life, she also had a room at home where she played a good game with a boy high school student, but the person who pointed that out was fortunately not here.

Heavenly voices, not knocks, echoed in Hershelik's ears as he tried to start cleaning up in a slow motion.

"Excuse me. Dear Hersche, I brought you a drink.

He is the lead butler of the seventh prince, Schwartz Zweik, with glossy black hair, dark red ball-like sharp eyes, and a sleek, long, butler's clothing that is early summer but warm.

He is already a popular among the samurai serving the rear palace, but where does he blow himself?

"You've come to a good place, Cro!

Clo, whose name was called primarily, circled the misery of the room with his gaze, smiling refreshingly and gratuitously, exiting and closing the door. Very smooth operation.

"Hey, wait! Why are you leaving!? You're abandoning me!?

To Hershelik's screaming voice, the door opens again.

Then there was not such a refreshingly smiling butler, but a rare clo looking down at the Lord.

"Hershey, I've cautioned you many times that the paperwork would be full if you didn't close the window. You're not flying outside, are you?

"I think it's okay..."

Hershelik groans at his lack of confidence.

(Because…………)

Sure, Clo cautioned me, but when I close it, the heat cages in the room.

The room is always equipped with cooling appliances that consume floating magic and run, but the artificial cold air did not fit Hershelik with something like air conditioning in a previous life.

Cro sighed and when he put the drink on the table, he turned to the window first.

Make sure the paperwork doesn't fly outside and close the window. Because I could see that if I didn't close the window, I would be in a tragic state when the wind blows again.

"…… hot.

"Don't complain. Besides, it's almost time, right? Prepare when you drink that.

The complaining lord says he starts cleaning up the paperwork by pointing to the drinks he puts on the table, the cold tea.

I sat on the sofa at the table set thanking him for helping me whilst complaining. I put my mouth on the drink. The aromatically cold tea was perfect for drowsiness.

"……… Did something happen today?

Huh and Hershelik try to remember their plans.

There must have been no studies or archaeology today. I was going to go out to Castle Town in the afternoon with patience. Clo leaks a sigh that he doesn't know several times today about the condition of Hershelik.

"Your lead knight will be chosen today.

"…… oh.

(Speaking of which, yes.

Lead Knight - - - I mean, it's my own personal Kingsguard knight. Speaking of which, my father told me to decide because he had a candidate. It seems that it is something that is supposed to be decided by the time I grow up on my own, but my worried father wants to put his guard on me.

"It's okay because there's something else clo.

Chro's movements stopped for a moment in Hershelik's words, whining softly. It resumed immediately, but the hand was significantly lighter than it had just been.

"If you don't like it, you can drop it all.

The words were also played by his voice, but he didn't notice Hershelik.

"So is that.

(I just don't want people wanting fame or titles.

What I want is companionship and comrades.

Hershelik looks up at the sky across the window.

The bright blue sky gave a hunch that the temperature would rise further today.

(I wonder what people are coming...)

Yes Hershelik shrugs tea in his mind and puts the cup back on the table. The ice in the cup where it was placed made a cool noise.