It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

"... Claude, do you know anything?

About that dubious black hood man from the look of it.

Claude remains smiling loosely.

Um, a floating way of talking. Nihil grin.

Unique rhetoric that looks bright and toggerous.

Only one person in my memory applies.

But there's no way he's better off like this.

Besides, you can't be that close to Vance.

Because he happens to be just a cook hired by this rural Isolte mansion.

How does Vance connect with that one?

... Impossible.

A stunning look at the door where the two disappeared.

Ray, I said if you called me.

When I am the princess of tragedy, do I still think so in the social world and in the king's capital a few years after that?

Is Lord Elle still a foolish prince?

I still don't know why I did that on purpose to override my reputation in the world, or why I needed to.

To keep the daughter of the Duke of Rufus from dying, if it is, it should be enough by then.

Whatever the truth may be, it is no longer an assessment to be received by those who are now only powdering themselves and dedicating themselves to being a Hardist.

I guess I don't even care about what dwells in the king's capital, such as the acts of nobility and royalty that have fallen on such an edge of the land.

Because he remains an idiotic prince who will forever be funny and rumored crazy.

... for me?

I can't breathe. I forgot that I was in the front hall in the inescapable memory and fact.

The wind is cold for a long time because it's getting late at night.

Don't, don't!

"Excuse me late at night! Claude, Miss Altostella, can someone please!

"... Master Elle?

It was precisely that El who raised my consciousness.

There is a loud noise, distorted by the fierce knocking noise and the rain noise outside the door.

Claude took control of me when I jumped on the door and tried to open it, not knowing the sound of a stuffed feather.

Claude frowned for a moment and then said, "Make a smile and I'll open it."

He still knows some circumstances.

"... thanks, Claude.

Sorry to be late on such a night all of a sudden. But about the fire... "

"Dear El, it's okay. Never mind.... It's soaking wet, Claude, could you bring me something to wipe?"

"Yes, sir."

Claude bowed respectfully and left the hall early.

Although the door is slightly open, Claude doesn't seem so alert about El these days.

I don't know if you trust me about Master Elle or me, but I'm pretty sure if Liechten sees it, he'll just say Gucci again.

"Dear El, what the hell is wrong with you"

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A rare and bewildered amethyst is shaking every bit for him, calm and calm at all times, poking in a silent space and the sound of droplets falling.

I didn't mean to upset this guy so much...

No way,, I still... no, but, you know, it goes around in my head.

You must not be upset now until I am, and when I raised my gaze to serve and calm down, my eyes and gaze like gems intertwined.

"Miss Altostella, what you're about to say is no joke. Well, listen."

Lord Elle's serious eyes shot me through, he looked around with only his eyes and then slowly gave in.

I was surprised by the face that was placed near my ear to the extent of my feelings and I could not help but manage to swallow it.

"Victor... did His Majesty Victor Lake not come here?

"... what are you talking about? That's impossible."

I think it's a success to make a smile, but Master Elle doesn't break the look of surprise.

No way, he thought it was impossible, but he was still like Victor Lake.

... Impossible. Why, how did you get here?

I understand how rude I am to say this, but it doesn't seem very wise.

Or is there a reason why Master Victor Lake has to go straight away?

"So did anyone visit here?

"No, I mean who the hell is going to be here on a rainy day like this?

Not to mention Your Majesty... "

I tried to keep the upset from appearing on my face, but Master Elle seemed rather suspicious.

I persuaded you to wait at the Hardist residence because we would lay low and search for Elle, who was not convinced, and Elle, who probably hadn't fallen, still nodded.

I also suggested staying at the house, but I was supposed to rendezvous with Sieg at the mansion, and Elle refused.

He bowed his head and left when he gave him his new coat to blow his wet body as much as possible.