Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Hmmm......"

One of the elegant mansions of the Marquis of Harkenberg.

In that space, which was thin purple and soft beige, well coordinated, the beautiful girl with dark hair roared small.

Her, white and small hands, sitting positively on a fancy writing desk, hold a poor quality note.

Earlier the moisturizing purple eyes were pointed, a teasing handwriting, intimidating phrase peered.

"Why..."

Leo was distressed.

What he's reading is a letter from Lena.

After being kicked out on the Sabbath earlier with a butt-cut dragonfly, it was yesterday and I finally got a letter to the college - it's a waste of crystals, so I prioritize the letter for daily exchanges - it arrived.

This is how I sneak up and read it today because I had business coming to the Marquis' house.

There was a case written there that the Emilios had written slander on the counter-paper and sprinkled it with bulk to prevent Leo from getting engaged.

It also means that although Lena and the others rushed out to retrieve it, some of it was in the reader's hands.

The majority of the letters were accounted for by the caveat that "even if the readers who saw the slander made a noise in tune, or vice versa, do not use it to compel the prince to dissolve their engagement".

(Why not? I can't believe we have bargaining material but don't take advantage of it)

For your information, I just saw the slandered paper enclosed with, "Oh! Use this to disengage the prince...!" As for Leo, who flickered, Lena's instructions were not dissatisfied.

But it's also true that my actions are only making things worse lately.

Even though he wanted to move something, Leo leaked a sigh of relief.

(And...)

At your fingertips, gently follow a sentence of slander.

(Me, did I make a mistake with these guys' education policies...?

As a brother in the orphanage, Leo was a little concerned about their idea of describing being from Lower Town as "vile".

It's a pure fact, and if it's a word directed at me, it's enough to answer with my chest open, "You're right," but I can't get the kids to do the same.

If your attitude is causing them to misspell it, we need to take this opportunity to change it. Leo was caught up in such an oblique moral grip, for example because of Lena's concerns.

and at that time,

"Dear Leonora, may I?"

The room is knocked and a clear voice is hung. It's Kai.

Leo said, "Yes!," he stood up hastily, then threw the letter gently into the fireplace.

Although the letter from the orphanage is basically no longer censored, at the end of the letter, it reads: "This letter, once read, shall be promptly and confidentially, incinerated and disposed of!" Because it was written in bold and double lines.

But a quick Kai comes into the room at a time when the note can't catch fire or not.

Leo moved subtly, in front of the fireplace, hiding the burning letter as he became "awkward" inside.

"Dear Leonora...? Was your room cold?

"Huh? Oh, no, well. Right. Yes, nostalgia, always, could be cold..."

Too many strange phrases pop up trying to deceive me.

It is true that Leo's nostalgia will never warm up by the level of satisfaction, but it was also not the line to be mentioned here.

but a squire who doesn't know to doubt a person doesn't even make a particular scratch, he looks like "what a pain" and starts to wrap his arms around it.

"- I'm sorry. Because it is already a light falling moon, etc., I thought that the amount of firewood was reduced. I'll add you soon!

Not at all cold, Leo hastily took it for granted.

"No! Not at all! It's not cold at all! Firewood, it's a waste. Let's not. We're leaving this room, right? Lady Emilia, you're calling, aren't you?

That's right.

On this day, Leo was summoned to Emilia, but was taking to the Marquis.

From the Spirit Festival this way, Leo was more and more summoned by the couple.

The content varied from dining parties, watching plays, picnics to horticulture for walks, but he doesn't know that they are all in line with the "list of things he wants to do before putting my love Leonora out to his wife".

And I also didn't know that there were about three items growing because of their satisfaction and expectations for the next at the same time as doing one.

He was just getting cleaned up in the spring and wondering if Emilia was getting more active, etc., and positioning them as inputs for money making, while quite enjoying them.

(And don't be a good excuse to avoid the prince)

Finally, it was also gratifying to say that every weekend, whatever, by being called up until the weekday, we could get away from the dorm.

Although there has been a surge in invitations from the prince to go out since he became a fiancée candidate - they also seem to be watching the opportunity to kill this one considerably - because if it's an invitation from my parents, it's easy to turn that down.

Leo was leaking a sigh of relief whenever an invitation from the couple and an invitation from the prince oddly batted each time.

"Come on, let's go. Let's go. Is it the living room? Is it the dining room? Garden?

"Oh, yes, to the reception room today -"

Kai answers vaguely to Leo, who asks where he's going with the momentum of turning his shoulders.

Its almond-shaped eyes had been drawn to the flaming fireplace.

"Intervals? That's unusual. Somebody, visitor - Kai?

Where my husband leaned his neck in surprise, he returns to me all the time.

When he rushed back to his gaze, he turned to the girl.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, today, abruptly, but with a valued customer"

"Important?

"Yes, Master Leonora is waiting for you."

That's about it, cut the word.

Kai shook his head with a naughty grin.

"Enjoy till we meet,"

The girl is decent, but she doesn't supplement.

Kai guided the girl to the reception room, willing to give a little surprise to her husband, who was summoned by the couple day after day and was not able to see her beloved fiancée and leaked her sigh.

Speaking of Klaus von Harkenberg, he is the strongest warlord, who in the battlefield retains Shura's alias and gathers respect as a living legend, even now that he has left the line.

But on this raucous spring day, he sat quietly on the couch with his broad shoulders only shrugged heartily and softly pressed around his stomach.

Next door sits his beloved wife, across the street, a beautiful young man as if he were the incarnation of the sun, and converses with him in a smile.

- Though.

"Ugh. I can't believe you're here all of a sudden. Young people are so jealous of your footwork"

"I'm afraid. I thought it was rude, but for some reason (...) every invitation to Leonora batts, and I was anxious to ask this poor young man if he could guide me on how to invite a woman from his wife, who is dubbed the appraisal of manners."

"Well, that's a special treat. It is a kind and attentive emperor who can carry it to the death of His Majesty and even do the impersonation of an apostle. There is nothing I can do to guide you now."

This little hour, Klaus, never seemed to see a whole lot of ice and snow coming from both sides.

By the way, when you translate the conversation between the two of you using the greatest interpretive abilities he can have,

- Why are you here on the Sabbath with your beloved grandson?

- I'm letting you bat every time, right? So I have a single stomachache with a heavy town in the social world.

- Ha, you little shanky kid who even uses parental power to avoid paying for the front door.

Something like that.

Maybe it contains more poison than that, but it was only so far that the Marquis could understand whether it was happiness or unhappiness.

Emilia is inherently the owner of a warm personality.

Even against the prince, he usually has a glance at the owner of quite a few qi bones.

But whoever interrupts his encounter with his grandson smashes him with all his might. That was her.

"Oh...... and. It's about His Majesty's life."

Klaus broke into a conversation between the two, coughing up and scolding his pulling throat for some reason.

I am the head of the family, the husband of a woman who is supposed to be this sweet, and the oldest person on this scene.

It's strange to be nervous.

With that being said to myself.

"What do you think of sending Leonora as a witch of life to a contract festival?

The Covenant Festival is one of the most important events of Spiritualism, which has been held in the Kingdom of Eland for a long time at seven-year intervals.

Whereas the Spirit Festival is a "festival" that celebrates the Spirit of Light and the coming of Spring that descends on the earth, the Covenant Festival is a "ritual" that renews its covenant with the Spirit of Light and obtains blessings.

Inevitably, the Covenant Festival was stricter than the Spirit Festival, and because it had to be the people of Eland, descended from the Spirit, to carry it out, even though Eland was allowed to survive as an autonomous people.

Now, that contract festival is supposed to feature women called "Witches of Life" from all countries.

To obtain the blessing of the Spirit, we offer the most sober girl in the country as ambassador.

It is usually the princess of the country or, in the absence of a princess of his age, the noble child of the high title who plays the role.

Eland as a country, though doomed, is a spiritual, suicidal witch pervading the entire continent.

This is the statue of a lady from all over the continent because if you serve it, it will have an unwavering foil.

But even if he was grasped with the greatest honor of those with daughters of his age, the Marquis would rather just wonder about it.

"Contract festivals are rituals of great doctrinal importance. I thought it would be customary for Her Royal Highness or, if not convenient, the Duke of Clingbail to serve."

"Right. If only before the destruction of the kingdom of Eland."

Even with his sharp gaze on him, the crown tone did not follow.

"To Sir. So let me be frank. In search of the highest religious honor, even our Weitz Empire has sent an empress of history, or daughter of the Duke's family, to that small kingdom. But the war ahead tore Eland apart, and while maintaining his authority as a holy place, he made our country" recognise "autonomy. Its power relationship must always be delicately regulated"

"... you mean too thick for the Crown Princess or the Duke's daughter in your country"

"To be precise, 'in the same response as seven years ago'."

"Hmm," Klaus shrugged his jaw at the allegations made in a quiet voice.

I don't know what's going on, but I don't.

But there, the Lady asked in a serene voice.

"I don't mean to disagree with His Majesty's thoughts, but isn't it too sudden? Normally, it would not be strange if a visit had been made more than a year ago. We can't do that in time for the upcoming contract festival next week."

The tone is gentle, but beneath that smooth voice lies the tension that makes you smell, "If you're going to make fun of our grandchildren, you're always ready to fight".

The prince did not ride the provocation and bowed his head sincerely.

"My father and I are sorry about that. Initially, I adjusted to dispatch Miss Natalia, knowing the excesses...... We talked about how Leonora didn't have a better chance of missing out on the best delicacies, both in her identity and in her qualities, than she did at the tea party the other day."

"… the best delicacies"

When Emilia recites, the prince nods mysteriously "yes".

"My mother, who was once a witch of life, also said that Leonora would be sure"

Her Majesty the Empress.

"Yes. The temporal appearance of Leonora's Spirit, the elegant stiffness and, more importantly, the ungreedy sober mind. As a witch blessed by the Spirit of Light, no one is more worthy than her. She was convinced at a tea party the other day that she would be one of the best witches on the continent and one of the best in history."

"Best ever."

Klaus on the side, oh, I thought.

My wife's attitude is getting a little forward.

Whether or not he was aware of it, the prince continued his suggestion with a serious look.

"Nevertheless, when a secondment is decided, the time spent with the couple is shredded in their preparation. That would be sad for Leonora, too. Therefore, when you approve the role of witch, we intend to approve a one-month suspension across the covenant festival as a preparation and rest period."

"A month."

At that moment, the couple's "list of things they wanted to do" ran like a running horse lamp behind their brains.

Slightly, Emilia took a sip of tea that had cooled down a little and coughed it up small.

"-... well, I can't ignore His Majesty's willingness to ask you in his name where it's not strange to force him with his life."

The Prince's visit appears to have changed class from "abominable exercise of power" to "carefree act".

"Of course, ultimately it depends on the will of the person"

and Lady added, at that time, the sound of the knock sounded,

"Dear Emilia, Today, what-- ah!

Her beloved granddaughter screamed small at the entrance to the reception room.