It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

"Excuse me! Anyone?

I can hear the sound of more and more knocking on the door and the slight voice of a man raised to the point of apology.

The lady heard something, too.

You didn't even hear what it was, did you, voice? and is surprisingly necked.

Damn, what is Torneo doing?

This kind of project is probably his job, but I sighed and moved on to the front hall.

Mr. Claude... not being here would mean he's at work, and I'm not letting the women deal with him.

If you know this place as the residence of the Duke of Rufus, and you're knocking on the gate, your liver is sitting there.

Or it's just stupid.

I am of the Rufus family, and I drove the lady, who had arrived with a rugged face, into the back of the hall, and hid her behind my back, and put her ear against the gate.

... I hear heavy rain.

When did you get off, you weren't down till evening.

If so, is it some kind of traveler who was suddenly rained?

"Ma'am, please don't move."

"... yeah, okay"

"... what is it?

When I opened a few gaps and asked, the other person exclaimed, oh.

"Sorry I'm late at night.

I'm lost. I'd like to go to Wang Du. "

"... Wangdu? It will take at least 3 days for a horse and 5 days for a carriage from here.

Besides, if it rains, it won't work for the time being. "

Really... and I still can't see the face of the man who leans down.

Is the color of hair barely visible from the deep hood gold?

It's hard to tell in the dark.

Deeply worn dark coloured hood with a worn out jacket.

If I don't even show my face, I'm only suspicious anymore.

When I looked at the lady with only my eyes, I caught my eye looking at her worryingly.

Slightly as he raised his jaw slightly wanting Mr. Claude to call him, the slightly arguing lady nodded and turned her heel back.

I'm surprised she passed it on, but speaking of which, she was also the daughter of the Duke of Rufus and the number one Queen in the country.

Now, Mr. Claude is taking over everything in the Lordship business.

Honestly, it's hard to say I'm a talented woman living with you...

Well, do you know how it works?

"So is there an inn nearby"

"Down to the city downstairs. One private lodging is south of 1st. If you go down with a horse, you might even get there in a minute."

"Horses are unfortunately unavailable. I'm exhausted and I can't run."

Idiot, this man.

Why did you come to such a despicable place in the first place?

You said you were lost... where the hell did you come from?

Well, by any means, you can't let one of these into the mansion.

"I'm sorry, but you can't stay in this mansion.

Pick it up.

Or we'll have a family order soon, so please wait until then. "

"... well... then you have no choice..."

The man leaned down with a sinking voice and slowly raised his face.

I hear patty, hurried footsteps from behind.

Looks like Mr. Claude is finally here.

I'm not good at negotiating like this originally. Time buying is already the limit, and we should leave this kind of thing to the right people.

The moment I open my mouth to tell him I'm going to take it from him, a man opens his mouth as if to block me.

"... well... it's been a long time since you've said that you've lost your temper. Peterbanshee"

Lift the wet hood slightly to reveal your face.

Wet blonde hair sticking perfectly to her face and thin lips laughing like a naughty child.

More importantly, I haven't seen a clear, transparent amethyst with strangely narrowed eyes in years. So.

And it's still very close.

"Oh, you!

"Shh! Wait, Peterbanshee.

You can fall apart, that's fine, but I want that to wait a while.

"Sir, I'm very sorry to keep you waiting. I keep this mansion from the Duke of Rufus. My name is Claude. I'm afraid I'm the one asking."

I see signs of people right behind me.

Mr. Claude made such a hard voice that I bit my lips all the time.

This guy's coming here means he's definitely brought in troublesome things.

I mean, why are you here, this guy...

Not manly or ladylike, but I can't let this guy stay out here like this.

The guy with the liver sitting on it or just an idiot, but this... is definitely the latter.

"... it is impossible to hide it through Mr. Claude. Can I talk to him?

"Oh, Claude... yeah, fine.

Anyway, I don't want you and this princess to notice that you're not lying. "

"Understood."

He replied softly to what he had asked what he should do.

I opened the door thinly to direct him to the point where he could or could not enter the critical area, and then ear to Mr. Claude behind me to convey it as succinctly as possible despite my own confusion.