Life with my Little Sister

That's how there are three marquises before me.

One is the familiar Marquis of Caspel.

As always, it's not even nickel.

You're pointing your worthy eyes at me, but this isn't 'The Eye to Man', is it? Is it handling things everywhere?

The two old men beside them seem to be pinning down on me.

These two still look at humans.

But why are you looking so giddy?

I keep my head down, courtesy as far as I can remember.

You're being respectful, and you don't talk much.

To be honest with you nobles, I don't want to get too involved.

Right next to me, a woman on both canes stands quietly.

If I make any strange moves, are you going to attack me immediately?

(But from this Vale guy, you don't feel too bad)

This one's not going to make any suspicious moves, so I guess I can't help but worry about her.

It was a brilliant game.

From overhead, such a voice can be hung.

That's not the voice of an old Caspel.

I bowed my head even more silently.

"Good. Allow direct answers"

This time again a different voice than the Marquis of Caspel.

A different voice than earlier.

But have you come to say 'Allow direct answers'?

Awesome aristocratic society.

I guess it's normal to be isolated.

Well, the idea of equality itself is up-to-date and up-to-date for human society, so maybe this is natural.

It seems my silence was construed as fearful.

So be precise, I will answer you respectfully.

"… compliments and we know the ultimate in pleasure"

"Hmm? Of the civilians - it's called modus operandi and good language, while it's also a young child, isn't it a little something?...... Marquis Bailefeld. Is this Sir's manipulation?

"Well...... About what?"

Old man Kaspel lays down his eyes.

How did the two Marquises receive it?

Compared to me and Bailefeld's masters, he's nodding.

And I looked at this one again.

"Shall I name it then? I am Nicholas, the head of the Marquis Claustel."

"I'm Philip, head of the Marquis of Ventels Hoven."

"… it is an alto crane put. It's an honor to meet the noble people."

Oh, shit. I'd like to go home soon. I've experienced it in my previous life to get out in front of a great man, so it's good enough over here.

What can I do for you?

I can't ask.

Marquis Claustel, the grandfather of your village daughter, says.

"Actually. How about looking at the prodigy we've been talking about lately? So he said he was here to watch the game."

You said you came all the way out here to see a civilian kid because he was talking about it?

Well. Was the Marquis such a free creature?

I guess you should stop receiving the words of the Lord Claustel on par.

Meanwhile, Ventelshoven Marquis is better.

"I asked someone to look at you more directly. That's why I came here."

Who is one of you? A king?

In the first place, I don't think there's a lot of guys who can cloud things from above to the Marquis under heaven, but who the hell are they?

The only royal acquaintance I know is' that girl ', but the person she speaks to isn't the Marquis of Ventelshoven, it should be the Marquis of Claustel at that gentle Queen's home.

Then the poor old man laughed with a face that looked evil.

"Everything is well done by both marquises. That means you won't divulge any useful talent."

Lie to me...

If the great nobles under heaven are also recruiting talent from the civilian population, the difference in identity cannot be so isolated.

Even this license exam would be odd if I hadn't seen a scout from your nobility in the first place.

"Phew..."

I meant to pierce my faceless expression, but still old Caspel laughed with his nose, whether it was on his face or if he was spotted in his chest.

Looks like the other two didn't know what it meant.

(But now I've seen it coming)

I mean, I guess this is, like, some kind of scout.

But I don't know what's in it.

Do you want me to surround you because you're a magician, or do you have other purposes?

"You know what I'm saying about this being unusual?

Marquis Claustel says.

Isn't it good? What is it, an anomaly?

But there's no reason to say what I just thought.

At best, we just have to keep the conversation together.

"… does identity mean 'credit'?"

"Hmm. Do you understand there? You're a big kid."

They have an unconscious sense of discrimination - that's for sure.

However, as I have just said, birth generally guarantees a certain degree of credibility.

This is not so difficult, and even the same civilians, for example, should make a huge difference in upbringing between children born in luxury houses and children of the slums' poor.

The literacy rate of the civilian population in this world is very low, but even if you take one mastery of the letters, it will be that there is a clear disparity in reading and writing skills due to wealthy or poor.

In other words, they say that nobility sees civilians as' that's what it is'.

Isn't it closer to the interpretation of 'animals in the shape of men' than the same human being?

He said it would be more foolish to expect it from the beginning because it's decided to be uneducated, such as civilians.

Arrogance - Exactly.

Unfortunately, however, it is a strict fact that there is a difference in upbringing between civilians and nobles.

That's why Village Daughter once said to me that she was better off in the environment.

The Marquis of Ventels Hoven nods when he sees me and the Marquis of Claustel take over.

"Correction makes a heart. Foster morality. Ignorance doesn't even know the path of loyalty, because if you're hungry, you take it away, and if you show a gap, you'll do what you say when you steal. Those who do not know good or evil do not deserve to serve their country"

They say that's where the civilian steeple is.

It's a one-sided fact.

But it's not true.

Kura (Sorin) Full of courtesy, enough clothing to know the honor - what is the difference between a civilian and an aristocrat, that is, this would be it.

Because there's no way I'm going to see anything else without eating or eating.

Especially not going to talk about it here.

This is a problem that cannot be solved unless we transform the social system itself, and before that, because the paradigm is different.

It would also be an error to push the values of modern Japan in absolute view.

In the first place, it's too much in my hands.

I know I'm incompetent.

I have no temper or ability to just save everyone.

That's why I'm deciding to only protect my family's happiness.

Just because that's all, I guess the difficulty is what keeps me going.

"From what I've seen, there seems to be a minimum of upbringing for that person. Therefore, let my granddaughter behold."

"- What?"

I accidentally opened my mouth.

This should be a great deal of disrespect, but the Marquis Claustel is laughing oddly.

"How about a prodigy and was this an unexpected story?

Of course you do!

Your grandson's a village girl!

Princess!

In the first place, what am I gonna do when I see that girl?

It's not like watching people talk to the public, is it?

You don't understand why a civilian bastard officially meets the royal family!

The Marquis of Caspel, looking beside him, says without even a nickel.

"It's not up to you not to see me. The same is true for that reason. Just drop your head."

Shit, you can say whatever you want.

If this wasn't a public place, I'd give it back a little bit.

When I glanced, a man like Don in the mafia laughed uncomfortably.

Apparently, as I said before, it would be more intriguing for this man to behave in a defiant manner than merely obey promises.

Flirting and bewildered by the two marquises, the third marquis also opened his mouth.

"My Ventelshoven family will also allow you to meet our grandchildren"

Huh... Huh!?

Is that the Third Princess?

What do you care? Unlike a village girl, she's a kid I've never seen before!? I'll have trouble dealing with her!?

I don't know any actual case examples, but isn't there a 'disrespectful' or something in this kind of world?

You think staying away from danger is the best way to protect yourself, so that's gonna be a problem, okay?

The three Marquises stand up with me elsewhere.

I thought I'd done my errands already. But I was just saying.

"Regarding the date, we shall all be out of business. Clean yourself up and wait."

So said the Marquis of Claustel, walking away,

"He's an interesting kid. I'm trying to figure out why she recommended it."

The Ventels Hoven Marquis also leaves.

Otherwise, the knights and magicians followed both marquises.

All that's left are Marquis Bailefeld and the wand sorceress.

I ask the old man.

"... is this your offer?

"That's not what you know. I just found out, what can I do? If you don't want to ruin your whole family, at best, try to rise."

The spine was pinned and the man walked away early.

The wand sorceress tried to go after him and looked back at me.

"I understand that this story is water for you to sleep in. Probably also that you don't want that. But I hope that your meeting with Her Royal Highness will be a good one. It may be a little sloppy to say this, but good luck."

And she's gone, too.

What is this flow?

What am I supposed to do?