Marielle Clarac's Engagement

Recognizing that the details were unheard of but a task to act in secrecy, Simeon was a lot concerned with his actions from the Royal Palace to his destination.

Once you stop by your home and switch from a horse to a carriage. I chose the most plain one, without a crest, but it's a carriage owned by the Count Frovel family beneath the heavens. It was a luxury carriage from anywhere and I knew it would stand out if I went downtown like this. So he switched to Tsuji carriage along the way, which also got off a lot further than his destination.

Ride directly and you'll be remembered. It is good to walk around in the crowds of the city and visit insignificantly. That's what I've been thinking and changing my outfit to something plain. Hold a hidden stick of blonde hair with a hat and an envelope on the opposite arm that I have kept. Would it even look like some merchant?

- and the person is trying very seriously, but it was a situation where he had to laugh when he saw what was going on.

I don't even know that the secret life I receive from my superiors is a hoax, and it is foolish and pitiful to perform diligently. The strength and posture of the workout, the stiffness of the gait, the extraordinary beauty and even in the crowd, catch a glimpse. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help but stand out, but the one thing I wasn't aware of about was Simeon.

It's not that I don't know what I look like, but it's his perception of how valuable a man is because he's beautiful. Even if it gets the attention of the women around me, you don't care because it was everyday from a very young age. Since it is only the army that is muscularly proud to put itself together, the perception that it floats from the landscape simply standing there was thin.

For Simeon, if he does not suffer suspicion, he will succeed. When a woman looks back, she doesn't hit the problem.

I was too serious and stupid. He will later be praised as a wise man, but he also contributed much to the growth of his superiors' mind-bending education (flirtatious).

Now, all that Simeon feels is hiccups, just down the road from the commercial district to the pleasure district. On the road that connects Boulevard to Boulevard, there are more offices on the left and right than shops. As he also walked through a lot of work-like passers-by outside, people jumped out of the narrow alley between the buildings.

Simeon, who had of course noticed early on in the noisy footsteps, turns himself in to avoid the collision. But the man who popped up mistakenly thought he was going to bump into him, and instead turned his body toward him who had moved.

"Wow!

Simeon frowns at the man advancing in a scream. If this is an old man or a woman, I hugged him, but when he becomes a fat young man (in his estimated twenties), he doesn't have kindness. He pulled his leg further with the reflex nerve in front of him and squeezed in a tight spot, but his hand with the envelope hit his opponent's hand.

"Ah!"

Looks like he had an envelope over there too, bouncing with Simeon's envelope and falling on the street. The man jumped in desperate shape, picking it up and once again rushing away in great retreat. Instead of apologizing to Simeon, I didn't even get a glimpse.

Sighing out the unpleasant mood, Simeon breaks his knee trying to pick up the envelope. Were you even late for your job promises? Behind reaching for the envelope, hoping that it would be too late to hit the carriage this time, another nasty footsteps sounded.

"Bliss! Wait!

"Sa, Mr. Satti is too early... and Mr. Bliss is surprisingly stubborn"

"So lady! You don't have to run with me!

Something like a storm ran through his back, and when he picked up the envelope, he just saw his back moving away.

You're not late, are you? I'm not sure what the common people do.

It was Simeon, who stood up while paying the dirt on the envelope, but I noticed unusually there. The envelope in his hand is the same color and size and thickness as what he had. But the mouth, which should have been pasted, was open, tied with a string instead of paste and closed. The publisher's company name is printed at the bottom of the front.

Shit - and he looked back again. It was obvious that they had taken the dropped envelope by mistake.

"Oh, my God"

Simeon also ran out to the men's runners. It's something that shouldn't happen, such as losing confidential documents (he thinks). I had to catch up on everything and get it back.

I can still catch up if I put all my strength into it with legs I worked out in training. Simeon jumped into the alley across the street, holding on to his nearly flying hat.

Back a little bit in time, back when Paul and Mariel were talking at the cafe.

Though I got a good idea of where the stolen manuscript went, I didn't confirm it. In view of the possibility that the manuscript had also been discarded, it was first decided to look at the incinerator.

Paul was going to find out for himself, but somehow Mariel followed him with him. Then Natalie will also provide it. Exactly. Baron Bido never showed his wild horse guts, but he didn't even try to stop his granddaughter.

"You're going home before it's too late. Natalie, I need you to keep an eye on him."

"Yes, I do, Baron."

No, I'm surprised we shouldn't stop there. They're the only ones who just wrap up the story and break up. The grandfather of an unusual warrant lady is still unusual. Mariel was once free to run, even though a normal nobleman would never forgive the occasion.

"I hope you find it early. Grandmother, we have a handmade tart waiting for us, so we'd like to fix it in time for tea. The liqueur pickles and intense chocolate cream from the fruit I planted last year are excellent. Does Mr. Satti like sweets? Then I'm sure you'll like it."

"Nah, I guess they usually even invite me. There's no way a common man can break into your noble tea table."

Take the two girls. Paul returns from another road to the publisher. The incinerator in the back is the one I need next time, so I needed to sneak up to keep it out of the eyes of employees.

"It's okay, because neither your grandfather nor your grandmother cares about that. Researchers come and go from time to time, and even when it comes to nobility, it's a whisper of life. I'm not so different from the common people."

"There's no way. I think if the president of Saint-Terre University gets paid there, too."

"But just maintaining the mansion will cost you a lot of money. Looks like he's been spending money on your grandfather's research, too. It's more of a qualitative life than ours because it's about the cat's forehead and the income from it is really whisper. But don't forget to celebrate or give me gifts. Please tell me this is a milestone for joining adults. So if I could get a book out of my novel one day, I'd like to thank my grandfather and grandmother first."

"That's a good idea."

I really hope that day will come. Paul laughs. Mariel's path is consistent with Paul's wishes. I really wanted to make this girl a writer in public, if I could.

"You bought it to celebrate?

"It's a fountain pen and a notebook!

When I asked him in the mood to deal with the child, he returned an unexpected answer, and Paul was lost in reaction for a moment. Fountain pens and notebooks - an admissions celebration or something, would be appropriate, but as a gift for an old lady to make her debut in the social world, I wonder.

"... is that what the Baron was chosen for?

Mariel shook her head, wondering if she could only be a scholar.

"No, I asked you to buy it. Look, this."

I'll take the neatly packaged one out of Natalie's bag and show it to you. If you look at that happy face, you know you're not covering for your grandfather.

"Why again? Once you're in the social world, you're gonna have a bunch of dressed ladies and cool young people, right? I don't know, but I heard it's a place for bachelors to turn back on their marriage. Shouldn't they have made it fashionable, like necklaces and hair decorations?"

"That's what your grandfather said."

Then Mariel nods with a look like that.

"But for me, this is what I need most. Yes! Speaking of the social world, young and old, the gathering place for every gentleman and lady! I'm sure there will be different human patterns going on there. An adult world not seen by children! It's not just the lovers. Conflict between hiccups, roots, and counter-eyes. It's a world where relationships between houses get complicated. You're going to be able to see that up close! We won't just be talking to your mother or brother. You can observe people's lives directly with these eyes. Oh, my chest is tempting...... I want to cover a lot of them and be able to write more interesting stories. I want to debut fast......!

Behind Mariel, who talks fervently, Natalie has the face of no treatment. Paul also had to laugh weakly. What are you doing with your chest? Normally it would be something to dream of meeting a lovely lover around.

"No, but you have to turn back the person you're married to, right? I don't mind the interview."

"I'm not thinking about it."

Contrary to when speaking of dreams, Mariel had a chilled reaction that did not suit her young face.

"'Cause you think I'll be dealt with by the lord where I worked so hard? As Sati said earlier, there are a lot of beautiful and gorgeous courtiers in the social world. All of you will go there, and I will not be able to see you."

"No, that's not..."

"When it comes to marriage, I don't think it's worth the effort myself. More than that, I want to cover it. One of these days, I'm sure your father will find the right one."

"Don't miss it. It's my life, that's all."

"There's no need to be sad. It would be great if you could find good luck on your own, but it's usually something that accepts the friendship prepared by your parents. You go out to the social world to show your face, right? The purpose is to make it known what kind of daughter you have. And the parents talk to each other, or the conversation is brought together by the passing of acquaintances (once), etc. It's not until we get married that we start working in networking. If you're not careful that your single daughter moves around too aggressively, you'll frown the other way."

Mariel's face that explains it doesn't have a teasing look on it. There was just a chilled cut. I see, is that what nobility is all about? It is not an incomprehensible story because parents often decide who to marry, even in the case of ordinary people. Even though she seems to be allowed to be free, she is still a princess. I guess I keep in mind marriage for connections between houses more than love.

"I don't know..."

"Yeah. It's not like you don't have a romantic marriage at all, but you're a minority. That's why we all want stories full of dreams. I meet my lovely lords fatefully and fall in intense love. I want to indulge in dreams that are hard to come by in reality, in a story. I want to write a story full of those dreams."

Is it a dream because you are passing on reality, or because you don't know love? Paul doesn't know which it is, but Mariel seemed to enjoy it. If I recall the manuscript I had deposited from her, it was indeed packed with women's dreams. It was close to a fairy tale that had become quite real, but there may be demand for information.

"But if you show your face, you'll need to stand out. I don't know if I have to stand out more than anyone with a trendy dress or hairstyle and make sure that good friendships come"

"There are limits to how fashionable I am. No matter how hard you try, you won't stand out. Sometimes it may be evil to stand out in glamorous outfits that don't suit you, but it's counterproductive and embarrassing."

"Mm, mmm..."

Paul turns to Natalie in trouble for what to say. I guess they hear me all the time, the bitterness has returned.

"My lady doesn't feel like trying to be fashionable."

"You're changing... don't you want to wear beautiful clothes and want to be cute? The ladies I know - no, they're not nobles, they're rich people, but they wanted to stand out more fashionably than anyone else."

"Sounds more or less like that to the aristocratic lady. But my lady is an exception."

"Exception..."

With her eyes turned from both of them, Mariel flutters her cheeks like a child.

"Nothing, I like beautiful things and cute things. The dress for the debut came with an embroidery of my favorite smile, which you made cute with laces and ribbons. It also incorporates fashion. But it's only as good as it suits me. That's fine."

Living with her young and adult parts, Mariel insists on a theory. If you see people who are gorgeous even if you think so now, you may want to stand out too. Paul shrugged his shoulder wondering if there was even a need to argue here.

"Well, it's still early for you to get married or something. Do whatever you want for the time being - but I don't think that's what you threw away when I gave you my opinion from the man side. It looks really normal, or a little less impressive, but I feel cute talking about it like this. People can't be fools there either because they can get to look first, but the next thing they're attracted to is character. I wonder if intelligence and affection are more important than appearance. Don't throw it at me from the start. Try to get back to someone you like. You have a good feeling about this."

I just spoke lightly of my advice as an elder, but unexpectedly Mariel had a huge reaction. It makes me look surprised and stop on my feet. Paul stopped and looked back, wondering what was going on, and somehow Natalie even looked at him the same way.

"What the fuck?"

Mariel, who was seriously staring at Paul, whispered, looking mostly at Natalie.

"Hey, could Mr. Satti be such a woman?"

"Perhaps. Ma'am, you mustn't forgive me."

"I can't hear you. Why is that now?"

If you protest, the girls will turn to you in suspicion.

"If you said it in vegetables instead of trying to be good, even more cautious. Natural, yes, it's called natural!

"Huh?"

"Mr. Satti is the first man I've seen to make a woman cry."

"Don't be rude! People are blaming it on me!

"hehe, thank you"

I thought I was just laughing. Paul bent his mouth knowing the girl had made fun of him. They do it for my little girl.

If I snorted and turned back forward, just then the nearby door opened and people came out of the building.

I had already come to the back of the publisher. The intended incinerator is beyond the fence. It was a young, fat man who came out of the passage.

We notice each other at the same time. Going to go to the writer's. But Bliss had a bag and a big envelope.

"... what, you're still wandering around here"

Recovering from a flash of surprise, Bliss has thrown words of derision at him.

"Were you even trying to break in through the back door? That's a bad forever. Give it up, I'm telling you, there's no place for you anymore. Seems like he thought it was because he got a little good grades, but I don't care how much he's got in your place. Stop thinking like you're special."

Mariel tries to step out with an angry face at the spiral laughing man. Stop it. Paul was silently looking back at Bliss.

"Though I would have thought of how much I hated myself. Everyone was sick of you. I'm glad he's finally gone. What are you gonna do, try to force me back there? It's amazing how annoyed you seem to still be sitting there. How fat can you imitate that?"

Both Mariel and Natalie are teasing Bliss without hiding their indignation. But Paul was calm.

If it had been shortly after he had been expelled, he would have been even more hurt by Bliss' words. You must have been depressed or brought blood up your head. But while Mariel and I were reuniting and talking, that stage went too far. Her laid-back brightness and Baron Bideau's objective pointers saved Paul. I can stare calmly at everything already. Bliss' words also contain the truth, which is a bitter story for Paul, but we have to admit and get over it. And more importantly now, it wasn't the content of the words.

"If you're being too persistent, I'll call the police. You're an outsider now, if you push it in on your own, you'll be out of town."

"You talk a lot today."

Paul blocked the evil that ensued.

"You were a lot more loving today because you didn't want to talk to me. Isn't this the first time you've talked to me that much?

If he also smiles, Bliss closes his mouth with a nosy face.

"Hung - get out of the way. Unlike you, I'm busy."

I push Paul back and try to get past him. Paul let him go uninterrupted and turned the door of the common mouth behind his back. Stop Bliss after turning down the road so he can't escape into the company.

"That was bad. If you'll excuse me, just let me ask you one thing."

"Ah?"

Bliss looks back in frustration. Paul pointed to the envelope he had.

"Where did you bring that from?

"... what are you talking about? This."

"You haven't noticed? You're an idiot, at least enough to replace it with another envelope. You could make a mistake because we all use the same thing. That's why I always put my mark on it so I could see it was mine."

"Become!?"

Bliss dares to look at the envelope in his hand. In that gap Paul stuffed at once, forcefully snatching the envelope from his hand.

"Ah - you!

"What? Although it would be the same as I confessed in my current attitude. It's not a lie, by the way, you see, it's small here, but it'll have a proper mark."

Paul shows the part where the company name was printed. The "P" stamp pressed next to it will be hard to notice if you don't know and see it. It was their failure to use it as it was because it was a company envelope, alarmed.

I said it clearly because I don't know if I'm going to see it near Paul, but I'm lucky I hit it. The proud attitude was that he was holding a tight envelope on his back, so it was probably not a mistake.

Bliss, realizing he had been caught, tided his face and gritted his teeth to the brink.

"So, where did you bring this guy from? You stole it from my desk?

Paul turned off his smile and took a bliss on the sword swallow.

Oh, I stole it.

"Then who stole it? Why do you have that?

…………

Bliss, who begins to wander visibly, turns his gaze around. I also looked behind Paul's back. Paul inhibits Jen-royalty if he doesn't allow himself to escape. Bliss, who leaked his tongue, suddenly shook his bag up towards Mariel no matter what he thought.

"Lady!"

"What the fuck do you do!?"

A scream broke out and Paul jumped between them. I lifted my arms and tried to prevent the bag, but when I realized it was an act aimed at it, they had already retrieved the envelope.

"Bliss!"

The man who throws out the bag quickly flips himself against the dull look. Bliss ran out abruptly to see if the desperation of the cornered had given him strength.

"This... wait!

Paul kicks the ground too, wondering if it's something to let him get away with. After that, Mariel ran out, and Natalie started a big chase.