Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

That day, Weitzzecker Imperial College had been on purpose since the early morning.

The Weitz Empire is the best hegemony on the continent. The College, where the sons and children of its kingdom aristocrats were gathered and also brought together outstanding citizens at home and abroad, is overflowing with decorations as if they embodied the prestige of the Empire in a luxurious white Asian building.

The time when the co-located church rang the morning bell, the corridor swept up by the college servants, was continually packed with students with uncontrollable curiosity in their eyes.

An eye-catching blonde girl among them moves on to the corner of the corridor, which she thinks is the most spectacular. Admitting the appearance, the surrounding students drowned simultaneously.

"Good morning, Master Bianca"

"Morning."

The blonde girl, dressed in a dress that she could see at a glance as superior, called her name Bianca. He is also the student president of this college, the first prince of the Weitz Empire, the real sister of Alberto, and a beautiful princess who, at the age of fifteen, is called the Hua of the Empire.

She gave voice to one of the surroundings who had slipped next door with a casual look on her still slightly younger face.

"Good day, Margrette. Are you trying to see the Harkenberg Marquis?

"Of course, Master Bianca! No one attends this school and does not know the 'scourge of Flora'. I still wonder what Claudia's oblivion - the first tragic young lady discovered in twelve years - is like."

"Hey. Though found in Lower Town, she is a young lady who shares the blood of Herkenberg. I'm sure you have a natural sense of elegance. And you didn't?

"That can't be," said Lips, who took the shape of a doubt but must have lifted it up in the shadow of a fan. Eye bouncing eyes hide the cat-like light of prey.

Bianca glanced ice-blue eyes at the gate visible from the corridor.

"A day late for school...... if you ask me, I'm not saying that your brother's welcome party today was also delayed by a day to suit her. It is my natural responsibility as the Empire's first princess and junior high school elder to ascertain who the newcomers who swung the entire college are."

"Of course I am!

The College accepts admission from the age of twelve, classifying four grades up to the age of fifteen as lower grades and three grades from sixteen to eighteen as upper grades. Bianca was a fourth-grader - that is, the most advanced student of the lower grades - and also a substantial head of this college's lower grades organization.

"Oh..."

Two, one of the people around me speaks up.

"There, behind the corridor, there's Natalia."

In the direction she pointed, a girl with flax hair stood securely in the presence of several witnesses. He softly hides his face in a fan with an elegant trick that can be seen from a distance. Acknowledging its beautiful standing, Bianca hummed her nose.

"Well. Natalia, if you were my sister, I wouldn't be at all interested in the kind of gossip, and I knew you'd be worried about it, with your face like that. I can't believe you came all the way to this junior school building."

"That's right, Master Bianca. Lady Natalia became Prince Alberto's cousin and candidate for the head queen. You must be rubbing your mind that it's easier to appear above your sequence."

"Well."

Bianca lifted the edge of her mouth in a mean way.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'll erase the woman your brother doesn't deserve."

From the low voice, it is clear that some of its "unworthy women" also include Natalia. The surrounding circles followed with a cramped smile.

The Empress Bianca is a broad girl with a victorious and gorgeous face. On the other hand, the Duke's Lady, Natalia, is brainy enough to be seen as one of the best women in the Empire, delicate in appearance and good manners, and this one is also a figure who represents the social world at age sixteen. As the head of one or lower grades, and as the head of one or higher grades, she divides the forces within the female students into two major parts. Which belongs to the noble lady is the most important consideration, and many of the ladies were heartily worried that it might be further disturbed by the appearance of someone who could become a third force.

"I'm here."

Bianca's sharp groans make her surroundings squirm in unison. Dozens of gazes were directed at the cobblestone path through the corridor, the iron door beyond.

There are many different types of gaze to pierce.

Something that holds anxiety, something colored by pure curiosity, something that contains slight expectations -

Once pursued by the College on charges of innocence, the Marquis Marquis of Claudia von Harkenberg. It is precisely now that her daughter, who was dropped by the common man, supposedly conceived in exchange for her life, is finally found after twelve years and is about to knock through the doors of this school amidst various rumors and circumstances as soon as possible.

Gi... -

Thus, the moment when the heavy iron door made a noise and opened.

Everyone took a lot of breath.

It was the Spirit of Light, in the teaching of the Church, that appeared there.

No, it is almost a doctrinal being, such as the Spirit, and only such a high-ranking mentor can see himself. Even so I knew, I was such a girl with a distant beauty that I was going to believe that it was that noble being in front of me.

The door knocked, and the first step inside the college was a small foot wrapped in shiny shoes. She quietly proceeded to walk in such a sober pace as would prevail even when speaking of the princess of some kingdom.

The relaxed limbs are wrapped in a simple dress with ink stains from top to bottom, accentuating the luxurious look of the body. The only white skin I could see was covered with glossy black hair that was zero from the veil, which rocked small every time she walked.

Above all, it is the little white face, wrapped in a black veil, that caught the eye of the beholder and did not let go.

Little pale tinted lips on soft cheeks worthy of the age of twelve and still unobtrusive. Eyelashes are long enough to sound every time they blink, and the purple blue eyes characteristic of the Harkenberg family have a moisturizing glow.

Some worried eye seems to be staring far away, not here. A gaze stretched straight even as she pulled her, showing her young lady Rin.

"Well......"

The whining leaked with no one. Not so much, it was a finished beauty.

Leonora von Harkenberg.

The girl who grew up in Lower Town took away the hearts of all the noble men on the spot in an instant.

Bianca, who had also forgotten to conceal her licence with a fan and had dropped off the girl as she had been fascinated, painstakingly returned to me the moment she tried to pass in front of herself.

"Well, well...!

Talk so much, think about what I'm going to say. For Bianca, whose mouth always precedes her, that was a very rare thing.

I have to say something. Something like turning this girl around.

Looking around at the girl in a hurry,

"Well, there's only one squire, isn't there? Lady Marquis Harkenberg and I miss you so much!

I said it off quickly and then immediately regretted it. Doesn't this just sound disgusting?

The circumference, judging that "Empress Bianca saw the girl as an enemy," begins to slap her pussy in the mouth.

"Well, take a look, that plain dress! It is the lady's taste to pay attention to familiarity, even though the college is concerned with how much qualities. I wonder how much they understand that?

"I can't help it, it's what you grow up to be. She must have tried so hard."

"Well, I'm sure in downtown, that rat-like gray is fashionable"

To many of the malicious words, the boy who had just accompanied the girl - who, if you look closely, is also quite a beautiful boy - held his fist much longer. Reddish your white cheeks and I'm sure they'll stare at this one. However, that seemed to have worked badly with the rejection, and now the courtiers who tried to attract the boy's interest only reinforced the increasingly bad tone.

Not good.

At this point, Bianca, who was not going to hunt down the girl that far, rushed to stop the surrounding men.

That's when.

Until then, the girl, who had walked without changing her expression, stopped.

And he smiled gently at the Biancas.

Beautiful grin that makes you unintentionally sigh zero even if you are of the same sex. To its power, Bianca and the others lost their words.

The girl, who glanced back at the dazed princesses sideways, walks out again as if nothing had happened. The Biancas missed its hindsight like their souls had fallen out.

"... what a beautiful child"

Margrette, who also completely forgot to slap her pussy, squeaks. She's been,

"No, the smell of downtown is still something that's left somewhere...... yes, a dress or something!

I made a hasty excuse to Bianca, but Bianca at the time shook her head loosely.

"No."

I stare at the two people who are already walking through the corridor and down the aisle leading to the dorm.

"That dress, the design, is plain, but the fabric quality and the tailoring are first-class - it must be Sabaran."

"Well......!

Sabaran is a land of flourishing textiles on the northern edge of the Weitz Empire, and the garments produced from it were enough to serve the Empire. However, it is also said that some goods bearing the name of "Sabaran" are manufactured entirely by hand under the prestige of the land and therefore have little circulation, enough to buy ten carriages with one piece of their cloth.

"When it comes to Sabaran, it just features a sucking touch, it sticks to my legs and I have a hard time judging my hem. I can't believe you let me walk like that..."

Bianca narrowed her eyes to that difficulty that only those who had worn Sabaran could see.

Exquisitely regulated hem judgment: smooth footing as a swan cutting the surface, and the degree to which it dances flutteringly and lightly.

"It's not just the manners of a girl growing up in Lower Town to meet overnight."

How much did you work out somewhere, or - is it a bloodletting move, equipped with something natural?

Leonora von Harkenberg.

Bianca thought it was a girl she couldn't help but pay attention to.

"Damn, I had no idea it would be such a fuss just to be in the dorm......! Pious and silent apprentice can hear and shudder, isn't that, like, a wellside meeting of aunts!

The little boy, who was wiggling his beaked blonde hair and reddishing his smooth cheeks, shouted out to decide he was alone with Leonora or unbearable.

"Boys students stood up with their mouths open like idiots - well, I don't know that. But I don't - what are the girls students, you know, a mean face like a female fox, a rub without art! Who the hell do you think Master Leonora is?

"Kai, be quiet"

When the girl said so in her poor voice, the boy called Kai returned to me all the time.

"I'm sorry"

I look out for my husband with all the bad thoughts, but she doesn't seem to be in a particularly bad mood, walking forward with her face up and looking far away. Seeing that young but elegant figure, Kai embarrassed himself with his own immorality.

(Master Leonora is kind and hard on you. You discipline yourself that you must not shake your heart with a shaky pussy)

It's a big difference from my immediate and fierce self. Now, just smile quietly, and she'll have a good grasp of the place. Kai watched the beautiful girl, who was to say to her husband the day before, with her heart sickness from behind.

Leonora von Harkenberg.

A tragic girl, herself with very honorable blood even within the Empire, but kept secret in Lower Town for twelve years and finally protected yesterday.

While only a short day after she met him, Kai, convinced that this girl was a privileged figure not only for the beauty of heaven, but also for her wonderful qualities as her husband, thought of the environment of injustice she had suffered and vowed once again in her heart.

(Let's help Leonora to be able to give you all the happiness in the world, life from today)

The girl walking in front is just taking her steps solemnly, not knowing Kai's enthusiasm or anything.

Kai glared at Rin and his spine stretched out.

(Even though you are even younger than me, you are walking straight, not distracted by anything. I wonder what Master Leonora is thinking right now......)

Thinking that far, Kai shook his head.

I don't know what my honorable husband thinks, and it's not my squire's job to pry.

Besides, I thought that it was not something that I could understand from what I learned, such as what she was thinking wisely.

Now, speaking of her continuing to get the gaze of the squire she wants,

(Yi, to... Step out to sneak off the horse shit on the sole of your shoe, right, left...)

From earlier on, it was difficult for the dresser to walk.

(I shake my toes up like I shake off persistent shit...... Mmm!

My little leg lifts up so much that from the side I cut the hem very gracefully.

Yes, she was about to scratch a fucking obnoxious dress that was often tangled up in her legs and tried to roll people over, imétre. If you try to talk about something badly, you're about to get your feet taken off the hook.

On the other hand,

(Oops, small copper coins found in the direction of ten o'clock! I was rolling in the corridor earlier. Let's go collect it later with Pierce)

Let the eagle's eyes shine as far away as you can and spare no effort in your search for change and precious metals. That's just the college where the Empire's leading aristocratic children gathered, and the fallout was lavish, her mind was floating. Earlier, when I discovered a jeweled piercing rolling around the foot of a blonde girl, I couldn't help but smile.

However, it was not an exaggeration to say that Cat Bubba was a life work since she was attentive and had reached the realm of proficiency, but searching for prey with her unfamiliar dress was just a broken bone. Damn, I can't be busy.

(I'll have to get dressed and collect all the treasures I found when I get to my room. Damn, women's clothes shouldn't have pockets for a lot of cloth)

With her inner solitude in the boy's own tone, she shook her shoulders frighteningly the moment she tried to punch her tongue.

(Uh, shit! Abominable! You're gonna make me punch my tongue, Lena's one. When you get back to town, just don't do it)

Under her worried face, cursing a certain girl in grandeur, until yesterday, she was called "Leo" in downtown - a boy.

That's right.

Leonora von Harkenberg - Leo's ordeal began two days ago, later to be honored by the whole empire with the "Virgin of Abnegation".