Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Oscar! Oscar, Oscar, Oscar!

I turned my face bright red, and whoever came running into the second dining room was Rolf Kvanz, a college freak.

"Shut up. You don't have to scream to hear it"

"Because! Can this stay without screaming? No, I can't stay! I can't stay!

Rolf's excitement never calms down.

On the contrary, he ran and kept his breathing rough and swung around probably as he took both Oscar's hands.

"It's a miracle! A miracle happened! My mother..."

"Rolf."

When Oscar called sharply, Rolf finally lurked his voice as a

"My mother can walk now...!

The subdued voice is full of condensed excitement for that matter. Hearing what it was about, Oscar also loosened his mouth "well".

Rolf shook his head and quieted his mind as he exhaled indulgently, "Oh."

"When Oscar said he brought Leonora's hair, I thought it was a complete joke... but she had some great, magical hair. Just to mediate a single muscle, my mother's complexion grew better."

"I guess. Camilla's illness, which was so serious, was enough for half the amount I had to share."

"Camilla, after that?

"I'm full of energy. Yesterday, I heard he had a new dress for going out of town."

I try to pretend to be frightened, but the voice was lurking with joy and love that I could not hide.

Rolf also honestly nods "soka" and leans against it.

Oscar was visiting Harald that day - for whatever reason Leo might have imagined - to help his sister-in-law Camilla.

Rolf's mother also hung it. It is a disease also known as the "curse of the Spirit", which gradually stalls the flow of blood all over her body and slowly leads to death.

The disease, which, despite its existence from time immemorial, did not know its cause, was gradually rumored to be a "disease hung by the virtuous in reward" because doctors also had no batter, and families with patients often kept it secret.

However, with Oscar's father's policy of not believing in superstition, the Bernstein family never took it and hid it, and people were exploring the cure.

And one way to do that was to enroll at Oscar's Weitzzecker College.

More than in ancient times, magic was known to overcome even the spiritual logic and manipulate the cause and effect freely.

The famous doctors and the illnesses that could not be healed by virtuous church leaders also stepped to the point that the magic of the royal family and high nobility could be used, or that recovery could be expected.

From the beginning of his school year, Oscar contacted Alberto, who possessed luxurious magic, to tell him what was going on and ask for help.

But the first prince, who was said to be merciful, refused the Oscar's only wish.

That didn't change whether Oscar pleaded or flinched his finances, but did something blackmail.

Magic power belongs to the royal family, the source of power.

The rationale is not Oscar, who doesn't give it to others when it's easy to do so. It is also understandable that the royal family does not want to hurt their bodies "but for the common people" because part of the body of the magic holder will be needed as a mediator.

But the current state of affairs, which failed to save my beloved sister, cornered Oscar. And the dialogue that Alberto decides to say no to, "It's also for you," and the attitude that he's worried about again, scratched Oscar's anger.

The anger, which did not gain magic, eventually became resentful with giving up and nestled in Oscar's heart.

And when he put up an anti-royal family with excellent brains and strong voice within the college, junior nobles like Rolf with similar circumstances and students from ordinary people who admire the spirit of the field gradually came together to form a large force.

The Church's Harald mentor, who is greedy and charitable, was worried about the situation within the often conflicting college, and was somehow on board with Oscar's consultation, sometimes giving him spiritual power from time to time.

Although less potent than magic, spiritual power also has healing properties. Oscar asked for it and went to church.

But Oscar thinks.

Such a situation has changed since the appearance of the purple-eyed girl who foresees the truth.

She cut off her beautiful brunette without any hesitation and gave it to her.

Its magical hair, said to be worth even a single muscle of 10,000 cures, was quickly delivered by Oscar to his parents' house and showed immediate efficacy.

When a physician of witchcraft prayed to mediate it, Camilla's blood, which had lagged behind, was dissolved and spilled.

Oscar, joyful and stunned, sends his remaining hair to his best friend Rolf, the result of which is as he said earlier.

The consideration Leonora asked for for for hair that caused such a wonderful miracle was a little help of patience.

After stretching his legs to Lower Town, it meant he'd come back to the college, so he'd probably get out of the breath-taking college and even meet an acquaintance in his hometown.

It was a daily tea meal for Oscar, such as getting out of the college in secret, but it seemed like a great adventure for serious Leonora, and even the color of the plea in her eyes looking up at this one.

Totally unfamiliar with giving and receiving at all costs.

I thought the nickname "Abnegation Virgin", whispered within the College these days, really represented her in part.

(She - Leonora said she and I are alike. I know what it's like not to want to lose something important, too)

Would he have overlaid the condition of losing his mother early with an Oscar with a sick sister?

(Just sympathy, can you normally offer a hair that is packed with magic, which can also be called a woman's life, as easy as oh? In the first place, if I get hurt inside, how can I offer a man a hand of salvation without resenting it -?)

The more I thought about it, the girl named Leonora had to be recognized as the bearer of a noble and merciful spirit everywhere.

Apparently, he was thinking the same thing, Rolf, grumbling.

"Really, you're like a Virgin."

"... oh"

Oscar, who usually talks all sarcasm, also nodded all this honestly.

"It's just... there are a lot of other kids who are suffering because of their lack of magic. This time I left it to the two of us alone because of the quantity, but these stories are bound to be exposed. Early in the evening, seeking her salvation, the group may shake"

Rolf, with a Bernstein faction of staff officers, on the other hand calmly analysed the current situation.

"I guess so."

"What are you going to do, Oscar?

Fox-like Rolf's eyes glowed hard.

"Protect your benefactor, Leonora? Or, as the leader of the group, continue to exploit from her?

"… ha. As always, you can't choose your words."

As Oscar gently clasped his wide shoulders, he put his arms together on the table and buried his nose over his assembled hands.

"... it's not magical and inexhaustible, and it's despicable, such as letting a woman cut her hair over and over again. But... I don't mean to be attached to their kindness, but if she is, or -"

"- Or that they might take my hair away from me adulterously?

Unexpectedly, an icy voice came down.

Oscar's body, supple as a beast, gets up gently to capture his opponent's appearance.

It was Alberto, the First Prince of the Empire, who stood there.

He has such a harsh look on his beautiful white face that he has never seen it before.

"... This is... What kind of use is His Royal Highness in a place like this?

I let him ask sarcastically, but it was an important question for Oscar.

If he intends to be here with authority as the First Prince of the Empire, he must be appropriately cautious.

"... as student chairman who should shelter the lower classmates. I've also come to condemn you as my brother who was hurt by a girl who thinks like my sister"

I mean, I'm not going to punish myself right away.

Seeing that there was room for discussion, Oscar slowly stood up. Alberto's fury is within his expectations for a certain amount of time.

"Blame? That's not calm. What the hell kind of argument are you here this time?

"I won't let you say I don't have any idea."

Alberto told me to cut it off.

Yes, he is a prince who constantly smiles and shows a serene face within the College, but the fruit of it is that Oscar knew he was the owner of a ruthless spirit.

The title that bears the glory of the Empire is not Dade.

Now, in a usually soft tone, just a grain of cold anger seeped through, and I could see Rolf barely under pressure.

"... Two days ago, Leonora von Harkenberg suddenly took a break from class. I was worried. My sister went to see me, but my squire couldn't get inside. The next day I knew why."

In fact, Leo was pimping when he broke his hair and came back to the room, but Kai, who saw his husband's appearance, was more panicked and fell.

The next day, Leo was also able to go to school again because Kai finally sane after seeing his hair stretched quickly around his shoulder, but no one knew about it.

Alberto lurked his voice and told him to whisper.

"Her hair was cut short"

Take care not to sound surrounded, I guess, because that's all it's disgraceful for a noble lady to have short hair.

Leo, who grew up in Lower Town, didn't care at all, but a woman with short hair in aristocratic society is about a nun or a criminal who has left the world, or someone who has had enough trouble selling her hair.

"... so? Did she ever cry to you that I was the mean haircutter?

Alberto glanced at Oscar so sharply that the noise was likely to sound, and replied with a voice that pushed him to death.

"... no. Asking about the circumstances, she didn't answer first. Just a little fall, etc."

…………

Oscar was just as silent on the girl's neat deception.

Falling is a regular saying, for example, when you get bullied and beaten up, but that wouldn't be the case in that situation.

"I'm upset, too. I had to ask her in a slightly more forceful way, but she kept her mouth shut until the end, blue-blue but 'I can't go into details because it's about their honor'."

"... looks like her"

Oscar loosened his licence, thinking of the kindness of the girl, who probably took into account the spread of rumors of the disease.

As for Leo, of course, he was just trying to hide the baldness issue and, if possible, hit the Oscar thin and long afterwards.

But it was assumed that Alberto was "sheltering the Oscars," again exposed to the fear of the Waldon, with its fading feathers.

"To hear earlier, I'm pretty sure you cut her hair, didn't you?

Alberto asked with a cold rage on his face as neat as a plastic.

In fact, when the girl in his arms opened her hair and exposed her thin neck, he felt so angry that he was about to lose me.

"Tell me, seniors. Why did you do that? to her without any sin."

Depending on the answer, Alberto shrugged.

I will not forgive you.

"- You're not calm. Look."

Oscar shrugged his jaw and pointed to Rolf.

"Everyone is completely surprised by your power."

"Chibi...... Huh! No, that's not exactly a chibi, Oscar! Because...!

Scary.

Yes, when you can stare at a face so beautiful that you think it's a spirit, with such anger as a razor blade, it makes you feel like you have to die and apologize anyway.

The surroundings, which were not part of the direct exchange, also had about the aftermath of anger, and the second dining room area presented itself as if it were a big ice and snow zone.

"... well, I don't think this will stop your anger, but I didn't try to hurt her belly-up"

"Huh?"

"... I found out about my sister, Leonora, and she gave me her hair."

As soon as my sister's words came out, Alberto's rugged expression mixed with the color of hesitation.

"Only... you said Camilla"

"Ha, I'm honored you remembered. Yes, you made it easy for me to kill you, my sweet Camilla."

"... to kill, etc. I just told you to give me a little more time."

To the prince, who answered badly with a broken tooth, Oscar said, "Don't be ridiculous!," he slapped his desk.

"I should have explained the illness, my sister didn't have time. What do you mean, wait for it? How long was I supposed to wait? But until a man gives way to a strand of hair, you're ready for that?

"So......!

"Fair enough."

Oscar distracted Alberto, who objected.

"I've already got the magic. Unlike you, Leonora von Harkenberg, who knows what pity and charity are, has given me a lot of hair."

"Again, it was to cure the disease..."

"Oh. Thanks to you, my sister was safe and fully happy without annoying Royal Sama's hand."

"- Right now, what?

Alberto faded slightly.

"Senior. No way, have you already used her hair?

"Oh? That's why I'm telling you."

"Oh no..."

The prince is uncommonly stunned. The first time Oscar saw him expose his defenseless expression, he frowned suspiciously, but did not ask questions. Nothing, whether the prince is shocked or suddenly delayed in his thoughts, it's not the kind of relationship that makes you ask why.

"Either way. It was Leonora's will to cut her hair, and I only thanked her for it, and I didn't mean to hurt her. Besides... I'm not going to imitate her kindness in the future"

Rolf pulls up one eyebrow as he comes. Oscar responded by moving only his gaze at it.

"Senior, wait, the magic..."

"If it's an excuse, I don't want to hear it. Don't even try to sue us with your best, most plausible explanation."

Oscar blocked Alberto, who nearly opened his mouth, by standing up.

"There's no reason to talk to you anymore."

Finally, Oscar continued.

"I respect you and I need to be humble."

Blue and ice blue eyes intersect.

Oscar's sharp gaze had a clear hostility.

Until now, no matter how much royal hatred you put up, you didn't wield violence, you've only been about "tea parties" at best, because you don't give them a reason to retaliate.

Not only is the royal family with enormous magic the opponent you don't want to turn to your enemies, but for Oscar it is one of the few people with the potential to save your sister.

In order not to abandon that possibility until the end, the Oscars always had to maintain a position where the weak could beg for mercy.

But now that we have the magic of Leonora von Harkenberg, things have changed. You no longer have to go to Alberto and the others for the slightest possibility of imposition.

"- Soon, there will be a magic presentation."

Cutting out abruptly, Oscar grinned lightly.

"A major event at the Academy, drilling the magic that is a treasure of the Empire and showcasing it at home and abroad. In fact, low-level nobles and common people without magic just look up at their fingers, a ball for noble Sama by noble Sama. - No, it was."

"… what do you want to say"

"No? I just thought it was a sight to see how that clear face distorts in front of ambassadors and emperors of all nations."

"... what the hell are you up to"

Alberto's clear blue eyes narrow. To that temper, some of the surrounding people took a breath, but where was the wind blowing Oscar?

"Saana."

Put the chair back in one light motion and call on the stiff Rolf.

"Hey, let's go. - Excuse me, Your Highness Prince Alberto. It's time to start class this afternoon."

"Senior Bernstein"

Ignoring the prince, who raised his voice to condemn him, Oscar just started walking.

"Hey, hey, Oscar! Isn't that just not a good attitude?

Rolf, who saw Oscar play Alberto, comes after him on a small run. To his best friend, who whispered quickly, Oscar glanced lightly over his shoulder, unstoppable.

"I don't know. He seemed uncommonly angry, but he wouldn't be stupid or free enough to attack easily with that much provocation"

Alberto is the first prince of the Weitz Empire.

Even the actions led by anger as a single human being, it would not be him who does not know what disturbance the Imperial family would cause by hurting an irresistible common man - a brilliant student who also has a say in the College.

"How dare you..."

"Than that, Rolf. It's time. If any of them hear about Leonora's hair, listen up and change the argument. We didn't monopolize the magic of our hair, because we don't do the magic the Princes of Alberto have so much, we don't go far enough for long. Leonora von Harkenberg and we are terribly heartbroken by it."

Rolf blinked his eyes as thin as a fox, flashing as a pussy.

"Wow. Avoiding intra-group conflict and properly steering that responsibility towards Prince Sama?

"Recently, I'm sure some radicals have been wanting to ramble in search of a starting point for dissatisfaction. We don't have the right to take that. Prepare a big stage called the Magic Presentation, and their consciousness will turn to you."

"If you do, Leonora will be safe."

To his silent brunette best friend, Rolf laughed furiously.

"You want me to put the royal family in danger to protect every girl who lives in a noble family, even though it's the end of the line? Such a foolish thing not to look beyond..."

Fox eyes arc.

"Oscar or me is the only one who can do it."

The two remained silent and busy thinking about each plan.