It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

Hate cloudy weather that day. The servant next door smiles deliberately as he looks up at the heavy and painful sky that is about to come out.

I stared at him without even hiding his grumpy face, but the person in question was in a good mood to even sing a nose song. Doesn't this guy know that that's especially damaging to my mood?... No way, this guy's. That's definitely on purpose.

I shake my head to try not to think about this guy anymore, somehow suppress my feelings of deviation and step in.

I haven't visited there in a long time. It's brilliant to want to know if it's stupid. Although it's also my “home” where I was born and raised, and although I walked down the long corridor I knew on my own so that my gaze would pull off my servant, I still don't know, the man followed me back without difficulty.

"If you were king, would you be proud to have long legs? Don't you think I'm going to leave him?"

"I'm bored. Why are you following me? And I've told you many times not to call me that."

"Yes, yes, Count Hardist, isn't it just dangerous to travel without one of the escorts on the road - it's sick, and it's my courtesy"

"Though I guess I've just been lying and amused! Mostly, why, like this... shit"

The knights and servants stare at this one with a slightly blue-face, and the different noblemen look at me with all their alignments, and I think they see me with an indescribable pulled look, and I just slip away. Given my reputation and position, I don't think that's impossible either, but right now, insects don't live in a good place. I have a sense of vicious face.

In front of one door, he kicked it off to pull off the three Kingsguard knights who had put a stop to it, and opened the thoughtful door without a knock.

"Hey, Elle! That was fast. You look better than I thought."

"This is, Your Majesty. Now what the hell are you up to?"

As for the white Victor, who softly said so while sitting on the couch, I found the person I was looking for at the tip of my gaze, slightly shifted to the right, and caressed my chest with relief.

"Oh, Master Ellein, how could you...?

"I really don't even do this. You're the reason I'm here, we're just getting out of this cave."

He grabbed his arm small and out of sight as he leaned his neck properly and leaned back against Stella's clear watery eyes where he placed the cup.

A ladylike, hardly exposed, long-sleeved dress loosens its strength in a rush to the touch of soft arms like fine branches. I still don't know how to handle why this is so delicate, because if I do it badly, it's going to fold easily.

"It's horrible, like making people look bad. I mean, El, isn't this my home for you, too? Slow down a little bit."

"Yes, Master Ellein. I just wanted to report this to Your Majesty."

"Yes, yes. She came all the way here to report it, including while you were asleep. No, I'm glad there's nothing wrong with Isolte or Hardist this year."

Ha ha, and laughing, "Well, sit down," my swallowing brother, but I somehow pushed it to death in front of Stella and sat next to her. It would be a lie if I told her I hadn't had a heart for the first time in days, but Victor across the street to me, trying and acting like nothing, hung up the edge of his mouth to show.

"Hmm, I see. Uh"

So much for what? I'm angry, but if I say it back here, I can eat up his teeth because I feel like he's a jerk. Anyway, now she's more important next door than about my brother playing with me.

"... Stella, why did you go to King's Capital on your own? What were you gonna do if something happened?"

Whispering to her in a whisper so as not to sound as victor as possible, she still opened her mouth strangely.

"Your Majesty, I received a letter asking you to come immediately to the report, so I came as a member of the Duke of Rufus family…. And you put on a proper escort."

"It's not, and if you think about this guy's character, you'll know as much as it's dangerous. About a word of consultation with me... maybe he's trying to use you for something again!

"Hey, I hear the whole thing. Brother, you're gonna cry."

Victor says something, but it's not. Now that her various shackles are gone, where and what kind of danger... and speaking of her since that one, I've just been made uncomfortable because it's something strangely actionable on top of my liver sitting.

"Heh, it's not. Dear Ellein, His Majesty Victor Lake..."

"Ooh, Altostella. How about a cup of tea? This tea taken from the West is not exceptional, and will be hard to come by in the northern Isolte. You can take it home for a souvenir."

"Well, thank you. The servants of my mansion will be delighted."

I want to have some complicated thoughts about two people who are so swallowed that even fluffy and sound effects seem to follow. Who allowed me to call you "Altostella" etc. Stella doesn't have to put such a gentle grin on this guy, either, do you? He's the kind of guy who feeds your life fine, isn't he? I don't know why we seem so close.

I finally lost patience with the two people who were laughing, and when I stood up, I took her arm again and stared at Victor.

"Enough, Your Majesty? The report and the dots will just be over, and you won't be able to monopolize your busy self forever for every rural aristocrat on the border. Please excuse us."

"You're stiff. Uh, all you're here for is a minded man. What, so you can call me your brother more like you used to?"

"I don't remember ever calling you that"

"Oh, Altostella, why don't you take a look at Elle's journal from when she was little? It's Elle's, or Elle's diary I'm writing."

"Whoa! What the...!

"Well, I'd love to take a look."

"Ma, it wasn't even very funny on the top of the Buddha every day, but you know, it was cuter than it is now"

Over here, Stella tries to follow Viktor with a full grin who makes the call. Oh, come on, don't be ridiculous. I've never even known there was such a ridiculous diary and I never want her to see it, but more importantly, I need to stay away from Victor so much......! Curiosity often says it kills cats, but this guy is really dangerous.

A small adorable scream arose as she pulled her arm as she glanced at the floating Victor and tucked it in her arm as it stood. It smelled sweet when I took great care not to break her luxurious body and my head creaked why. No... but that's second to none.

"Oh, no, it's the same, Elle. If you tie it up too much, you'll get away with it one day."

"Extra help"

"Lady Ellein, that's different."

"Shit, keep your mouth shut for a second"

Anyway, I looked red and mumbled at her like I was in a hurry, unlike the flamboyant smile I had earlier. Why do I look like that to Victor in the habit of smiling at him?

Words that have been unleashed beyond the reach of an imaginary mind have become harder, but now it is more important to protect her from this dangerous brother. Her thin shoulders trembled, hugging her even harder, and she didn't have to get upset by the temperature in her arm, but I opened my mouth to hide it.

"Then, Your Majesty, we are at this. I apologize for the numerous disrespects. If you're to blame, go ahead and tell me."

"Oh, no, I don't. That's not true. I owe you a lot, and more importantly, we're friends."

"I thank His Majesty for his generous willingness. Now if you'll excuse me."

I feel Victor looked a little more serene than his usual pleasant grin when I thanked him and looked up, and I'm a little surprised.

"Oh, come on."

"Already, Master Ellein! Your Majesty, I apologize for showing you the ugly spot. We had a great time with this stay. Thank you."

Stella crawled out of my arm just as I turned my heel back. Then it looks like Altostella Lindsey Rufus, most saluted and still smiling beautifully back next to me.

... so why are you so intimate. She smiled a mellow sweet smile at me, frowning from a burning sensation.

"Welcome, thank you. I really owe it to you, Altostella. El, you have to go home."

Pulling Stella, who tried to give something back to the voice she heard from behind, I ignored Victor and left the room. I was also angry at the guy's teasing laughter about creeping, and at Torneo's touching face, who seemed to be waiting across the door.