Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

A good, sunny afternoon.

Leo was enjoying a lunch of common flavor in a second dining room where junior nobles and citizens gathered.

"Ah, this is the dessert, I brought it in, but the Baumkuchen from 'Gauss' that opened last time!

Providing the sweets sooner or later, Rolf is characterised by a hint of tone. And

"How dare you buy all that sweet stuff?"

It is Oscar who is poking his cheek wand with his smiley face.

Leo was drumming his tongue at the free rice and free dessert served one after the other, pinched by the two of them.

"Delicious,"

Even if the cost of ingredients is not as high as what you eat in the first dining room, the food you can get for free is definitely delicious first of all.

Leo is the owner of the habit of pushing away tastes and visual tactile sensations and savoring food with an acquired sixth sense: the Golden Sense.

Usually we had lunch in the First Dining Room, where we used plenty of luxury ingredients, according to what Golden Sense wanted, but we decided to eat in the Second Dining Room only if the Oscars would be luxurious when the other five senses, occasionally seeking the taste of the common people, broke out into revolt.

"Ah... and. Leonora, you don't have to peel off Baumkuchen."

What was offered was the finest baumkuchen Leo has ever known, with plenty of sugar on it. Trying to extend the time to taste the golden luxury sweets, when Leo tended to peel off the layer, Rolf, who looked awkward for some reason, hung on to the stop.

"You can bite me like this."

"Why? This way, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, you can eat"

"Leonora..."

Rolf, who had heard that the girl had grown up without being given much to eat, was sore at her behavior in trying to fill even a few days' worth of sweets with food.

He took the girl's hand softly,

"If you want Gaussian baumkuchen, I'll buy it every day, so you don't have to do that"

and teach in a slow tone.

"Really...?

Leo tilted his neck properly, not thinking that he was pitiful of his actions.

And Oscar, who was beside me, accidentally spoke to me about what I thought as I watched the two of them interact.

"Hey, Leonora. Next Sabbath, why don't you come to my mansion for lunch?"

"Huh?"

Oh, my God, now it's a free meal invitation outside the college.

There was no reason to say no, but Leo blinked his pussy and eyes, who also couldn't think of a reason to be invited to the mansion.

"Why is that?

"You are my sister's benefactor. I've always wanted to thank you for something. If it's convenient..."

"Benefactor?"

I don't remember it being yours. Leo frowned.

"won't say you don't remember the miracle you did to Camilla"

Oscar flaunts his shoulder.

When he heard the name "Camilla," Leo finally got to the point.

(Oh, you mean that advice)

For some reason, Oscar started talking about his sister these days, even when we used to eat together, saying, "My sister, who's feeling better, is in trouble this time. What's the matter," he said, loosening his heart and cheek, zeroing his stupidity - remembering because he was emotional that Oscar's sister, who suffers from thinning hair, would say "Camilla"?

In contrast, Leo, who wondered what this man Ciscon was, did indeed appropriately give advice on the subject, "Why don't you throw a ton of calories down your stomach".

If you give a man money and a woman something sweet, most things work out. Leo lived with such a sloppy faith.

(Apparently, Camilla was in a good mood... but what, if I were a senior, I'd have been a better person to thank for that)

People don't look like it, and Leo opened his eyes all the time.

No, I'm not, I'm not.

Leo finally came to his senses of gratitude, which Oscar would really like to reward.

(Over there! You're my hair I provided for Zura!

Oscar was asked to arrange a road bank for the College Escape to thank him for the hair he gave away, but it was not fulfilled because there were all kinds of things associated with the Harald case.

Perhaps, sick of it, he wants to replace it by behaving like a fancy dish (hope) in his own mansion.

Because you can't be thanked for the extent to which you hit the right gavel, which means that Camilla and the others are faux - it must be an excuse.

(He said he shared it with his buddies, but I'm sure he doesn't like talking about Zura.)

Convinced Leo, just in case,

"Is that... hair's...?

And I bogged down and asked.

"Of course," Oscar whispered in a lower-minded voice after looking around him for a moment. That would still be the case.

(Maybe it's also a stopping fee)

"I'll go," Leo replied, feeling some sympathy, perceiving the circumstances that Oscar would want to treat himself to if he did.

On the side, Rolf said, "What, then me too! He raises his hand," but thinks about Oscar's mood - and then also to get more of his share - and gets him to relax and shy away.

It was an unexpected Leo that Rolf was raising his hand in the sense that he wanted me to thank him for saving my mother's life.

(No, I guess I ended up making Zura well)

I wondered, and Leo stared at Oscar's head.

to the girl looking up at this one with a serious light on her purple eyes, Oscar

"What?

and tilted his neck.

"No, um... How was your hair?

Leo asked the "hair" part to be as loud as possible and naughty.

In Leo and Oscar, the hair quality is much different, albeit with the same dark hair. As far as I can tell, Oscar's head is naturally blocked, but fulfill this, is it the bum he made out of the hair he gave way to, or is it not?

"Then I wonder..."

Speaking of which, Harald used to say that Leo's handover of magic was complicated by the fact that he conceded his hair, so maybe the dark hair he conceded had some magic caged in it.

I don't know, but magic is the power of breaking the code, so if you use it, it will also be easy to change it to a zura that fits the hair quality of the individual.

"Leonora......"

Not only did Oscar give way to his hair, but Oscar uncommonly felt the gentleness of a heart-breaking girl to Camilla's capacity ahead of him, also losing words.

Damn, if you come with her in front of you, it's a lump of abnegation and devotion.

When Oscar leaked his grin much smaller, he undertook forcefully toward the girl looking up at this one with a serious eye.

"I told you before. It's good. There's no sign of magic going wild, and I'm familiar with my body."

"Oh. Am I familiar, are you"

"Magic is amazing. Everyone in my family appreciates it. You are the benefactor of the Bernstein family."

He just gave away his hair for Zura, and he would mention the house and thank me.

Leo worried about his expression, whether he should feel the family love of a family of merchants with a strong sense of solidarity, or whether he was oblivious to the bald threat that seemed to have become such a big family problem by then.

but

"Uh. Good, sir."

In the end, without difficulty, I stayed to glorify the miracle that my hair is still there today with its natural appearance.

"Well, that's settled. I'll pick up the carriage by noon, and..."

Oscar, who sees the conversation come to a close, takes a step forward.

Leo was to celebrate the next Sabbath in the meantime.

(So - home......!

Sabbath.

By saying he was going to visit the Oscar house, which was closer to the lower town, he forgave his squire, who had shown difficulty - maybe Kai noticed lightly his husband, who was always thinking of escaping if there was a gap, Leo thought - and Leo, who got off the free carriage in a mood, turned a blind eye to the extravaganza of the mansion, which exceeded his expectations.

The college is huge, and the Marquis of Harkenberg is a majestic establishment, but Oscar's house is still a merchant's mansion, so it's brilliant anyway.

The balance was perfect, with golden leaf dawn, columns being burns, mansions, etc. that, by mistake, were likely to be nasty, and stuck in the luxurious realm with a ripple line. It is a very preferred mansion for the Leo aesthetic eye.

(Wow, I can feel the wind of gold everywhere)

Tranced, Oscar bothered to pick me up to the front door as Leo was honking his chest that this was going to be a free meal of the day.

"Leonora. You've come a long way."

"Hi. I'll take care of you,"

Pepper greets Kai as he presses Kai's back to guard the area with concern.

Be courteous to Leo and those who sift through the fine rice.

"Quick, but come in. My dads are waiting."

Unexpectedly following an Oscar escort accustomed to, Leo proceeded along the hallway, looking around for a moment.

Along the walls, luxurious tapestries, obviously luxurious pots, paintings like those I've seen in textbooks, etc. line up just to say if this is still the case - and for some reason, two identical things at a time.

Leo tilted his neck, wondering if it would be for conservation and ornamental use, but anyway, he was hit by an Oraora-based luxury aura brewed from art and never asked why.

Eventually, a middle-aged man and woman who had taken their seats first and a girl who looked a little younger than Leo rose with a full grin when they were passed into a living room with sculptures all over the wall, making them want to penetrate here into whether it was a museum or not.

"Welcome to my home"

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Leonora"

"Thank you for coming, Leonora!

Definitely, it would be Oscar's family.

Blue eyes on the same brunette as Oscar - except for a man whose pompous, swollen charming stomach and slightly sharp glance seemed to be the merchant of the doer - offered his right hand softly towards Leo.

"Welcome aboard. I'm Hagel Bernstein. This is my wife Juana and my daughter Camilla."

…………

After hearing the names of Mr. Baldy and Mrs. Anxiety, Leo unconsciously ran his gaze over the couple's head.

It's okay. We're both blocked now.

(No... on the other hand, are you saying it's not okay? No way, Zu in the family...)

Oscar clasped his shoulder to Leo, his throat rattling.

"Don't make me so nervous. My father is called bald by commercial enemies, but he is not impolite enough to avenge his family's benefactor."

"Sooo... Huh! Really..."

Is Oscar's statement aimed at? I have trouble reading these stories because it's hard to read how far I can go casually.

"Lady Leonora!

When Leo was bothered by the words, a rather adorable girl, carefully braided with chestnut hair - Camilla came to the momentum and hugged her well.

"Wow."

"I missed you! I've always wanted to thank you! Thank you so, so much for giving my hair away!

"This, Camilla. I'm sorry, Mr. Leonora."

Hagel panicked and embarrassed, but his eyes and tones seeped with unseen affection. I guess I can't help but love my youngest daughter, who seems to have recently recovered, because I've heard she was sick and weak until a while ago.

"Never mind," Leo said calmly, not losing any gain from being hugged otherwise.

"Leonora, you've kept it very much. I really wanted a sister like Leonora."

"Ha..."

"Ugh, but, you know, if I said any more selfishness, I'd hit a bee, my mother said. You're right."

Is it because Camilla's story is still a girl who doesn't even go old, or no retention?

Against Leo hitting the obscure gavel, she whined softly to bite the miracle.

"I am much harder and embarrassed about my illness. I didn't feel like walking in the city, even if I had a bit of a good day. But thanks to Leonora's hair, I can now walk out of town with my brother Oscar, like every weekend."

"Yes, what is it?

Oh, my God, it seems Oscar's thinning hair was caused by the disease. I also feel like I don't have to say anything about being so narrow-shouldered, etc. if illness is the cause, but Leo, who knows enough to say he doesn't like the cruelty of a girl of his age, stayed hammered without difficulty.

(Senior Oscar... you've been having a lot of trouble...)

I turn my sympathetic gaze to Leo and think that next time I save enough small copper coins, I will grace one of the little treats, etc. - although, of course, in light of the quality and quantity I have received so far, it is only a whisper of hair.

"Oh, you're right. Thanks to you, Mr. Leonora, for giving your hair away at all costs, the light seems to overflow our home. I live every morning with the thought of narrowing my eyes to glare."

"Ma... dazzling, is it"

What should I do? Oscar is no longer getting pathetic. When I was in this family, I wasn't sure if I loved him or denigrated him.

Or what kind of situation is it that I made a pigeon but became dazzled?

Leo held his chest against the embarrassment of being there.

"Will you get over there, Father? Leonora is the kind of guy who gets confused when he's thanked too much."

Oscar, who seems to have used Leo's tricks as a help boat, finally cuts the conversation off.

"Right," the family nodded, heading to the dining room under Mrs. Juana's guidance.