It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

It was 10 days early after Lord Elle suddenly came to this mansion and enraged Tracy.

In the meantime, Master Sieg Serefim, who had been knighted as Elle's escort during his prince's time, came, but I have not been able to see you.

Apparently, you went out of your way to deliver the decree as a messenger from His Majesty.

I asked Tracy later, who once again frowned and caught my eye.

She seems to be completely bad at El since that one.

On that day I looked through the documents in the office as usual.

I remember my job just as long as I've been stuck with Claude for two years and do lord work every day and every day.

No, you can leave everything you can in the mansion to me.

Of course, with the permission of my father, the Duke, and Claude, I am not missing a letter for my weekly report.

Finally, I have sent out a letter to Liechten every week (which can be quite a hassle if I forget), but I'm already running out of stories.

I also tried to tell him that His Highness came to Hardist, but somehow it hasn't been written yet.

Maybe I can write it around next week. 'Cause I'm really in trouble for a lack of stories.

Tracy, the maid chief and wife, was delighted that I was able to reduce the burden on Claude, who had previously fallen into Hell's three-legged scuffle business of family ordinances, deacons, and lord's deputies (and even neighboring territories).

Our Claude can finally focus on the family order business.

And he laughed, and praised his shoulder that he wondered when the lord would busily kill him.

I don't think that's possible only for him to do this hell of a workload with such a spare smile that I don't know when he's working (I really don't know how he's doing it), but apparently he was also thinking about retiring with Tracy.

I can hear Claude rumoring in my heart along with Knock where he is holding his stiff eyeballs down with his fingers.

"Lady Altostella, Uncle Hardist is here. Can I help you?

This time, Elle made a good start, and according to the time I saw it, it was exactly 10 minutes ago.

That's right, Master Elle or something. I reply to Claude asking him to come through somehow.

Honestly, the takeover is more essential than the meeting with the former prince being weighty but given minimum control of the current Hardist territory.

As long as it was over, the usual routine, good luck. I secretly encouraged you with me to get all the paperwork that wasn't particularly scattered, pointlessly.

"Lady Altostella, I have brought you Uncle Hardist.

"Go ahead."

or Chari and a long line of him next to Claude bowing beside the quietly open door.

The long dark hair flowing down his pimply stretched back was tied with a deep red ribbon, and he clapped his thanks.

"... s... good day, Miss Altostella.

Thank you for allowing me time like this while I'm busy.

"Yes, Master Elle, good day.

This is outrageous. I don't know what I can do for you. "

He smiled relieved when he returned Cartesy to thank Lord Elle.

"Helpful. I heard you were in control of everything in Hardist territory. I really appreciate it.

"No, I am the one.

We don't get very close to the big land in our Rufus family, so thank God Elle holds that land.

"... oh, I know"

Make Elle smile, who frowned like he was in trouble by lowering his voice somewhat.

I don't know what the hell he thinks, but they know what's going on with him.

Well, is that settled?

You become a lord, or very famous none.