I Will Quietly Disappear

"Come back, Luche"

"Mr. Eich is excused today."

"What the hell!?

These two are to the end...

Oh, boy.

"Sure. See you both later"

Without thinking, I waved gracefully with Bybayi and I left the rear palace behind.

If I say anything, it's going to bounce double.

"Whoo-hoo."

Take a deep sigh. I'm the only one in the carriage right now, so you can sigh all you want.

I'm so tired. Too thick. Too thick, Princess.

"Oh, Luca, you're home."

When the carriage stopped at the front door of the mansion, Luca bowed her head and welcomed her.

"Welcome home. I'm sorry to leave your lady's side today."

"Don't apologize, it was your job, wasn't it? I'm a little tired. Luca, make some tea. I'd love to have your cake too."

When you're tired, it's limited to sweet things.

"Yes, sir."

"Did you get along with First Princess Eich today?

That's what he said and kept the milk tea with the cake.

"Yeah. Well."

I let my eyes swim. I think we got along with that one. Yeah.

"What's wrong?... Are you kidding me?

I felt Luca's voice go low.

"Chi, no! He was so wonderful!

He was just a stranger. I told her about when I met Luca.

"... that's another weird person"

"Yeah, but he's a fun guy to talk to. Now let's go together."

"Yes."

"Oh, yeah. Luca, have you ever seen black hair?

I decided to clear up my biggest question of the day.

Luca's hand moved slightly. Oh, you know.

"What is it all of a sudden?

"Eich's squire had a kid about the same age as Luca, but he had dark hair."

I nicked like I didn't know anything.

"That's... that's unusual"

Unexpectedly, I said.

"Unusual?"

Then Luca looked in a hurry. What the hell.

There's definitely something about this. I'm worried about my dreams.

"Luca, what's unusual? Your father distracted me when I asked him before. Why? Is that something I shouldn't ask?

I cut my neck cute. Luca, this is my cuteness all over the place right now. Put aside this thought.

I couldn't. For some reason, he's holding his hand in front of his mouth and turning away. Apparently, I get a sneeze.

"I thought it was a bad idea to ask the person..."

"... although my husband will talk to me someday. Your daughter will be fine."

Luca narrowed her eyes like she had given up somewhere.

"Lady, what comes to mind first as a race with black hair"

"Right. Like the Demon Clan?

"Right. It's a demon clan that captures demons."

Demons are a race that takes the human form just like us. Dark hair, black eyes are characteristic, ears slightly twisted. And what is decidedly different is the amount of magic and its lifespan. Humans live about 100 years no matter how long they live, but they can afford 300 years of life. What a mild excess of 1000 years to be a Demon King or a superior Demon Nation. Really, this world is a fantasy.

"This country has an inviolable treaty with the Demons. but there are still those who are conscious of saying that demons are scary. Well, that's it for the foreground, dark-haired people are people with strong magic."

"Strong magic?

"Yes. It has comparable magic to the Demon Clan. without exception."

"No exceptions?

"Of course, just because you're not brunette doesn't mean you're weak. Aha. The current king and others are also great wizards. It is said that the magic is comparable to the superiority of the Demon Clan."

"So why aren't you telling me? Your father."

"Dark hair reminds me of the Demons"

Has been annoying.

"... persecution?

"That's just great, ma'am. They used to kill me. It was a terrible thing to look at, he said."

persecution. I also existed in the world I was in. In short, it's the same as bullying.

"My husband decided it was too early to let his daughter know about it."

"Yes... And now?"

"Our country did a dark-haired human study earlier to find out that they had high magic power. They are no different from people except for magic. Life expectancy is the same as that of a human..., rather short. They announced they were harmless and started protecting them faster than any other country. If I had a brunette child, I subsidized my family, the village, and the school was also free of charge. So now there is no killing or persecution. It's more of an auspicious sign of good luck."

"Oh well... Good for you. But they're going to kidnap you."

I live with a high degree of magic.

"That's just great. Some children are de facto abducted or exposed as slaves. So as a nation, we try to get people, especially brunettes, into all dormitory magic schools from an early age."

"You are."

This is a matter that leads directly to national power. Perhaps behind slave traders and kidnapping organizations, there must be thoughts of other countries. I'm glad my 4 year old never said that, and I was nicotine.

"If you have dark hair about Princess Eich, you must be from a noble house."

"Right."

In other words, I wonder if my dream is that the children have been kidnapped. But the kids are all put in dormitory schools, so if they're gone, that's the only way to make a fuss and definitely get in touch with my fathers. A nobleman should be making more and more fuss.

"Is that a dream?"

"What's wrong?

"Oh, it's nothing. But I want to go to school."

Shit. He was whining unconsciously.

The school age in this country starts at 12. I do not exist in this country then. I mean, there's no going.

"What you're thinking is the same thing your daughter is learning from her tutor right now."

"Really?

"Yeah, most noblemen learn that."

"What's the point of going to school?

"Right. The primary purpose is to foster face-to-face and co-ordination between the nobles. After all, the sense of union means we should take care of it."

Oh, I see. Co-operativity is important.

"Of course there are magic and other specialty subjects"

Did you just say college?

"Is there also medical science or something?

"Yeah, sure."

That's fascinating. I'd like to do something about it. From what I've seen in my dreams, I can heal my injuries if I put my hands together, but I'm sure I'd like to learn about medicine anyway.

"Is your daughter interested in medicine?

"Yeah well. If your father gets hurt, he can cure you, right?

"Your husband will be pleased."

Wow, guilt is amazing.

"Did you have fun today?

Your father asked me that when he came home.

"It was a lot of fun"