Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"'Mr and Mrs Clingbail I advise', I find it most, most fascinating"

"Huh...?

As I said, Natalia opened her eyes wide.

The same applies to Alberto and Bianca. For some reason I was surprised to see a slight surrounding, but Leo said, "Duh, why...?" He expressed his thoughts to Natalia, who asked.

"It's a couple's clothes, shoes, simple. But the fields behind us, the hills, they're very rich."

Yes, the money keeper Leo, of course, included in the amount assessment up to the land in the background.

"Wheat, it drips well. Sheep, too, are very fuzzy. Big, big land, nice."

If this is the land that grows wheat and sheep of good quality and quantity, it will certainly sell high. That's not the ratio of small gems or tired books.

When it got bigger, it was Leo who also wanted to try his hand at investing in the land.

"Oh... Oh, no, why? Even Dr. Fogler is packed with rare books!

The princess calls out like she's bewildered. But Leo shook his head as he bit through the hard thoughts to answer.

"No, you know. Title in Ellandic, slightly, problematic......"

"Title?"

They don't know about Bianca or Natalia. Slightly, Alberto explained to me what was going on.

"No, Natalia, Bianca. This is Elland's... Spring Book."

"What?

"Shinsu? What the hell is that?

Natalia was stunned and Bianca tilted her neck.

Alberto clouded his tea with an ambiguous explanation, "Well, I guess it's like a guide to romance, written primarily for men," but that would also be true. Even Leo doesn't have the confidence to successfully explain the content of a book titled "Disturbed... Wet Wives and Tight Nights" to elderly ladies.

Yes, the culturally excellent Kingdom of Eland was also developing the field of sensual novels.

"No... So how did you figure it out, Leonora?

"Uh. Ellandic, I learned. Word, connected. So, somehow."

I don't suppose anyone cares, but I'll emphasize attitudes like "I'm not good at dirty words, somehow, because I just figured it out in the atmosphere" for once.

Of course it's a lie. Leo is fluent in slang and eclectic words all the time, having asked him to become a childhood trainer and teach him the language of his hometown, just wanting to get a job as a photographer for a porn book that he can hire for a high price.

"I connected the words... that's all..."

"I just got into school, but already...?

From the curriculum, a girl started learning Errand in college, and it's only been a few weeks. Nonetheless, everyone on the spot was overwhelmed by her saying she could grasp the approximate intent.

"Yes...... So you, as I intended, were more than aware of the meaning of these paintings."

Eventually Natalia, who returned to me, shrugged, seeping through the colour of her irresistible excitement.

"Sooner or later, neither the fading colour, nor this sight locked in the study - nor the indoctrination stained with the lust of the mama - will mean anything to those who will be queens. It is the heart that loves the kingdom the most that is required of the vessels of the King. It is we who have this abundance of land."

"Sister Natalia..."

Bianca leaked an admiration for her cousin's thoughts. I originally admired Alberto and knew she wasn't listed as a candidate for the Queen, but I never thought Natalia cared about the country that much.

"Take a look. Wheat coloured golden and dripping heavily ears. Lambs that softly soak grass. I don't care about the aristocratic outfit or anything. Because their true wealth is this rich land that lies behind them -"

Natalia turned to the girl.

"I believe this is what Gaephardt entrusted to the title," Advice. "Always carve it on your chest."

The model of the painting told Natalia lightly that she was my parents, but Leo tilted his neck with a dust.

"Hmmm......"

"What's going on, Leonora?

"Oh, no"

Nothing, Alberto urged Leo again to try to put an end to it.

"What is it? If you've ever wondered, I'd like you to tell us."

"... Um. That's a little weird."

Leo told me it was a bad idea. He didn't seem to care except for himself, so he wasn't sure.

"No people, no people"

"Huh?"

"People?"

Asked back in surprise, Leo nodded and explained one thing.

"Sheep, it's full. But there's no one to prune hair, guide it, no one. It's sheep fluffy, it's the time to prune hair, but it's weird. Wheat, too, is full. Everywhere, it is mowed and bundled. But no one to harvest. Even though it's noon. Weird."

Alberto took his breath first.

Then Natalia looks up as if she's angry.

"Rich land. Beautiful land. But there are only husband and wife. Why?"

The girl's moist purple eyes shoot them straight through. In it, there was certainly a light of truth.

"Advice…. You know what?"

Leo watched the prince squirm with a pale face with such expressions as "finally get it".

Leo explained to his sister Princess, who looked like she still didn't know, in parallel and with all her heart, that Alberto was good at explaining.

(We have workers on a large farmland. We were often driven out at the height of our lives, too.)

"We need a lot of manpower to maintain this rich earth. It's the first time I've seen it on an inspection, but it's always full of people in the harvest farmlands."

(Yes, yes. But don't you dare draw that, you're still allergic to charging the same amount as the other paintings)

"Gaephardt didn't dare paint that, and it was entitled 'Advice' -"

(All the time, you're bluffing!

"It's a spur to the fact that we don't even see the people as landscapes"

Leo, huh? I thought.

Utterly, I stepped on it that I wasted a lot of time drawing people and paint, but it seems something different.

"Tartare......"

"Oh. As Natalia says, the rich land is the property of our Weitz Empire. But what is generating it -- that is, true wealth is the people who live in the country."

Alberto flashed his face.

"But we're supposed to know that, but we'll forget about it"

"I was blinded by the abundance of land, and I saw no one beyond it -"

"So, 'Advice'..."

Leo was pompous, approximating the three people who nodded with a strange face.

(Something... I took it off...)

I didn't know you were going to tell Natalia, "You, you're screwed, heh heh," it's not an atmosphere where you can say even if your mouth is torn.

Slightly, Natalia, still blue, turned to Leo with a crease.

"I thank you, Leonora. I, fully intend to know about this painting, and I, greatly, even made an outrageous commentary...... totally drowned in Gaephardt's advised arrogance. As embarrassing as that sounds."

"No......? No......?

I can't believe Leo doesn't really understand the spirit of the painting in its current form.

Behind you is Alberto,

"The fact that Gaephardt expressed these kinds of advice at this time should make a lot of sense. Let's find out if there are any signs of rebellion in model Clingbail territory."

He said something like that, but it feels like they were telling such a smelly story.

and Natalia suddenly held Leo's hands.

"That's right, the eyes of Harkenberg who foresee the truth. Please forgive me for trying you."

And when he broke his knee, besides, he pressed his gripped hands against his forehead and took his benefactor's gratitude.

"Leonora von Harkenberg. I acknowledge that you are qualified as a woman at the apex of this country"

Surrounded by Natalia's kneeling supposedly closest to the righteous queen.

"Huh...? Huh?"

"Now the environment has just changed. Often your mind won't chase you. But remember. I'm sure now, everyone in the Empire will go after you."

"Ha..."

Leaving Leo to black-and-white his eyes, Natalia stood up all the time.

"Dear Alberto, As I said earlier, I wondered if Gaephardt's sincerity was there. I, too, have not accumulated popular dissatisfaction in my own territory, and I will be called upon to investigate."

"Oh. It would be smoother for me to have your father investigate via you than for me to step in. Please."

"Yes, I did. Now if you'll excuse me."

of men and women, rather than a conversation between their superiors and their subordinates.

More importantly, Natalia, who was planning to stick with Alberto at any cost if she had more talent than she deserved, finally turned the laughter of the synagogue to the girl and left the scene.

Later, the Weitzzecker brothers and sisters, who once again feel the value of Harkenberg's purple eyes, and students who are completely excited about a series of intercessions, and

"Ha...?

I'm still poking my mouth open, Leo stayed.

"Hey, there you are, Oscar!

As the small boy student peered in, the young man known as Oscar opened his eyes, which were closed.

"Hmm... Rolf?"

"What, you were skipping class again. Oh, come on, don't you have a bad grade?

Or get fucked! Boys students screaming - Rolf knows that Oscar always keeps his top score. Puffy angry friend in the ass that it was unfair, Oscar Haku, and one absent.

"There's no way. Even monkeys know you didn't answer such a yul class."

"Beware of the moonless night lanes! Because I'll stab you!

"What if the killer heralds himself?"

Oscar stretched out on the spot, giving me a sober cling.

Stretch out your supple body like a wild beast, close your eyes and turn your neck around.

Those eyes, which opened again, were as deep blue as melting in the summer night sky. He is a wildly fierce young man characterized by sharp eyes and habitual dark hair.

"You know, you can sleep here a lot."

Oscar flaunted his shoulders to Rolf's point of embarrassment.

"Is this the aisle? The floor is stiff, but great for a nap. People rarely come through, and the lights and temperatures are kept moderate. - Well, not today."

Long fingers that were saving me, knock on the floor. At the end of the dark blue eyes were three paintings, which until earlier had been the focus of the topic.

"Hmm? What, you were just in line for today's 'painting case'!

From Oscar's mouth, Rolf shouted in surprise when he realized he was on the spot.

Apparently, a series of interactions that have taken place between the Weitzzecker brothers and sisters, Natalia, and the freshman girl, have been named "Painting Incidents" and spread among students as early as possible.

"When we were together, if people were sleeping in their usual places, they started talking to each other."

"No, no, don't sleep soundly between the statues and the statues."

Rumor-loving Rolf said it back instantly, but he didn't seem to envy Oscar, who was at the scene of the vortex.

"Fine. Leonora must have witnessed that noseless Natalia lady get her sword messed up. I wanted to see it."

"Different use of fast knife random hemp"

The voice, pointing out to your friend in tune, is pale as he always does. But there was a slight grin in his mouth.

"... have you learned the meaning of 'advice'?"

"Hmm? What? Now what?"

I'll tell Rolf briefly, "No," he missed asking.

"Leonora von Harkenberg, you might want to come closer."

To the whine, Rolf tightened his face all the way.

"... So you're finally going to allow me?

"Oh. The Marquis of Harkenberg seemed interested in her because her royal brothers and sisters, after strong family unity, have always wondered how it would be... she wouldn't try to persecute us on the common side without a headache"

"Yay! The one who wants to talk to Leonora Reishi is already here besides me. I'm not giving up that role!

Rolf thrust his hands wide into heaven.

"Hold on, that's a pretty sudden change of policy. It's rare for you."

"What, I was just wondering, too"

Another different, but masculine, face than Alberto's neat face engraves a laugh.

"As a trace of the Bernstein Chamber of Commerce, I have often touched upon Gaephardt's work, but no one has ever - especially the nobles - correctly read the meaning of that 'advice'"

If she is, or. To Oscar, who shrugged so, Rolf hammered.

"Right."

"That's right - Rolf. Didn't you have something for me?"

"Oh."

Rolf, characterised by a hint of words and deeds, told him in a low voice, however, when he changed his expression to something serious.

"Amelia from the Baron's family has been crying to me. Anything, he says his cousin, who's dating him like his sister, is a Biancasama maid, but he's been treated badly. How dare you slap a makeup tool against my face today?"

"That's a children's fight. Throw it away."

"No, that's the hard to fall pigment that was in the cosmetic tool hit my face, and my cheeks got black and dirty for bad luck. So, Amelia's cousin is also a girl, so I cried to Biancasama to drop me, please - you know, a little bit if you use magic, right? But they said no to me."

Oscar glanced.

"... refuse even to exercise magic to the extent of exertion? Looks like a nobleman."

"Oh. That's exactly the problem. Originally, Amelia had a habit of turning the story up, but this hand story is easily exaggerated, but even if we subtract it, the refusal to exercise magic is our inverse scale. - Aren't you?

…………

The blue eyes narrowed more disturbingly.

"If it's about a crappy catfight, you're gonna have to leave it alone. I thought I had to put this in my ear a little bit, so I came to report it."

"... right"

Low, short gavel.

Oscar stood up.

"Rolf. Call Bianca"

"Aye. But Biancasama is always with you. It could be hard to direct a single person, huh?

"I don't mind. If it's about one or two of you, bring them with you."

Towards his friend, he lifted the edge of his mouth, saying it was hard.

"I'd love to see you invite the Honorable Bianca to our Tea Party."

As if, to that grin like a fierce beast, Rolf muttered, "Oh, wow.