Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Leo was confused. Instead, I was confused.

"Come on, sit here, oh, what are you shying away from, come on, sit down, look, cushion! Hehe, you know, my aunt embroidered it, the apple blossom at the Marquis of Harkenberg. Heh, heh, heh, it's Auntie."

With the flash, the blast, I know you were probably summoned to a place to be a college.

"Here you go, it's warmed chocolate. Do you like sweets? You must like it! Ugh, Dia - your mother loved sweets and bread, too. Be careful, it's hot. Drink slowly."

But after being summoned, here, who is this old woman who talks to me all the time? - No, of course, by the way, I guess it's Lena's grandmother.

Leo had a blurry head for a while because it was something that was well beaten to the stone ground.

But in the meantime, his surroundings swung, and the old couple embraced him so much that he was boned, and he hung his warm jacket before he could tell him anything, and he was held, and he was taken like the wind.

In the corner of his sight, there were people who stopped the couple as if they were in some kind of panic - perhaps an official of the college - but when the old gentleman who had accumulated his mustache drank sharply in a shaky low voice, it also stopped, and Leo was put in a carriage while he was stunned and arrived at this royal palace and the Marquis of Harkenberg, which was all too often seen.

(Deke - Home......)

Leo looked around flashly, holding a delicate ceramic cup.

Sensuously decorated paintings and jewellery all over the walls in double windows that don't even feel shards of the cold, harsh fall of the Weitz Empire, in a fireplace that lets your pussy and fire explode, in laying textiles with long hairy feet that are likely to bury all the way to your ankles. Servants who stand still in an undisturbed position.

(Do it, it's cute)

From everywhere, I felt the smell of gold.

"So, our lovely you, may I have your name?"

With glittering eyes, the old lady - named Emilia, apparently - asked, and Leo returned to me all the time.

"... uh, name.... Lena. Yes."

In a prior meeting with Lena, "I only see her on the eve of school anyway" and "because she's a relative who doesn't even try to find her missing daughter," the circumstances in which she got involved were to be unexplained.

But apparently, they took permission from the college to delay admission for only one day. Plus, obviously, it's love for my daughter Claudia. It's overflowing, but what's wrong?

(Well, either way, I'm gonna get out of here soon, and you better not get along...?

Leo, while troubled, first decided to put on hold the exposure of his identity.

As a matter of fact, as soon as I tell Claudia and her real daughter are both alive and so on, they're likely to reach out to town to explore. It was because Lena and the others didn't want to interrupt her life in Lower Town.

"Well, Lena! You're Lena! That's a pretty name."

Leo could only talk as hard as he could because of the curse of rumbling, but the two of them don't seem to care about it. Mrs. Emilia is happy to have both hands together. The old Marquis also said, "Lena...... um. Fine," he says, loosening his cheeks, so he'll be happy to know his grandson's name.

Leo was relieved and looked at the hot chocolate handed to him.

(Wow - it smells good, but this is really chocolate, right?

Leo's known chocolate is a treat that rounds up horse manure that is only behaved once a year during the Spirit Festival. It's hard and hard to dissolve for all the sweetness of the smell, and still, the luxury of it is enough for everyone in the orphanage to call it "Chocolate Dear" with respect.

(Something is loose. No way, diarrhea...... no, no, no, calm down, me)

Thanks to the fact that I am surrounded by luxury products that I didn't have any connection with, I am not comfortable from earlier.

I'd like to get up now if I'm allowed to, test one by one, and get some more if I'm allowed to. My fingertips are nagging. I'm starting to feel like there's nothing more to quenching this urge than counting coins, Leo's hidden hobby.

(... hmm?

Leo, dreaming of a golden, thin feel characteristic of a small copper coin, realized there.

……

Hold your chest down.

No.

Of course I'm not talking about breasts.

That much cherished Carl Heinz Reimund gold coin was missing every string.

"Dear Carr......!

Leo rose bright blue.

Working his head brilliantly, I presume he was probably flown away by a blast at summons.

Leo cursed himself from the bottom of his heart, not even realizing that his precious weight had disappeared due to the smell of gold other than gold coins.

When I thought I was staring at hot chocolate, I suddenly held my chest and stood up and said, "Mother!" He shouted - of course it sounded that way around him - and Emilia and the others looked at Leo as a hack.

"What's up, Lena?"

Emilia glances softly at her husband, who is about to embark on a journey. She spoke gently to her granddaughter, who still had a crying look on her face.

"Sweet Lena, calm down. Yeah. Hot chocolate is something that she loved, too. You must have remembered."

I nod at the girl looking up puzzled, like I know everything. And Emilia, gently on her knees, laid her hands on her shoulders.

"Tell me, Lena. Claudia was......, kind? Was I laughing?"

Leo frowned and tilted his neck. Why is it suddenly about Lena's mother?

"I don't know...... I don't know. I've never spoken to you."

I can answer a few questions about Claudia as a bakery general, but I don't know if she's nice in the home.

"Yes...... So, did your mother die while you were little?"

Leo tilted his neck with a dust.

"I don't know. Me, I remember, Mother, I'm gone."

If you're being asked about Leo's own mother, he was a kid found with a cord on him in front of the orphanage, so naturally there can't be any memories.

(Hmm? No, no, you can't just listen to me.)

Leo wasn't able to grasp the flow of the story, but Emilia suddenly burst into tears, so the slightest doubt disappeared somewhere. I don't like women's tears.

"Poor thing......! So you've lived for Dia's shadow without even knowing her face..."

"Emilia. Don't you think it's rude to Lena to feel sorry for her in front of her?"

Somehow the two of them are talking to each other, but Leo at the heart remains decent.

Then what did you think, Emilia wiped her tears and laughed brightly at Leo.

"I'm sorry, Lena. Yeah, well, why don't you take a look at the dress? I've got a lot of things for you."

When she slapped her hands on her pussy, the servant moved in unison - Leo was heartbroken - and lined up a ton of dresses from nowhere.

"Look, if you wear this blue dress, it must be like a sea spirit. Or should I? Gold like a seedle, I'm sure I can see your dark hair. Look, this pink is so nice being a girl too"

One dress after another, Emilia no longer looks like a young girl. I understood that he was apparently trying to present himself with clothes, but Leo wasn't quite there.

(Gotta go find Master Carr soon)

If you were to be flown by a blast, it must be in the college.

I don't even think the noblemen would want an old gold coin, but no, no, gold coins are gold coins, they must still want one. As for Leo, who once gave it to people and who has handled gold coins dearly, I didn't really care how much someone screwed him.

Even though she was a girl of her age, Emilia pointed her lips at Leo, who twitched blindly in her dress.

"Well, Lena. Please choose seriously with me. Always that crude - no, I'm sorry, wouldn't it be cold in those clothes? The autumn of Weitz is cold. Pick one and get dressed."

"Weitz...... cold"

I nod in my heart that too.

As for Leo, who is totally used to the old clothes paid for in the orphanage, even Lena's clothes were warm enough now, except for the story if he's going to sneak into this later school and explore Master Carr. Something warm and, if possible, easy to move and hard to see at night.

Emilia smiled at Leo, who stared at the dress with a serious face.

"You know, it's colorful and beautiful, right? It's all yours. But yeah, I don't know about this today."

Is it a preference, she comes up with a subtle pink dress.

But Leo lowered his brow and shook his head.

"It's too pretty, I will. More, black, gray"

"Well...... why? You like that dark color? You're so adorable."

Emilia tried to hug her granddaughter for a long time, but Leo hurriedly held her hands together and left it.

"No, it is! It will get dirty,"

Emilia was clearly wearing an expensive dress. Accidentally wrinkled it and can't wait to be billed later.

Instead, as Leo's gender, I wanted to keep the beautiful things as beautiful as possible, whether they were clothes or small items - of course, imprinted to catch a little price when reselling them, a sawdust habit.

"Dirt...? What are you talking about? Oh, maybe it's because the clothes you're wearing are a little dirty right now. That sounds a little powdery. But look, that's why you can choose whatever dress you want."

Confused, but gentlely spoken to Emilia, Leo shook his head again.

"You shouldn't. Me, dirty. Crouch, crawl, kneel."

It's a lost property, but it's an exploration of the night. You'll be crawling on the ground, relying on the moonlight.

"Crawl, kneel...? What's this all about? Why do you have to do that?

"Dear Carr, it's gone, it's my fault. So..."

I tried to proclaim that I had to look for it now, but for some reason I was strongly embraced by a tearful Emilia.

"Don't be silly! Is it your... is it your fault!

"Gu..."

Out of the blue, this old lady had good arms. Leo shrugged, unable to say anything back.

"Lena, Lena! Listen carefully. It's not your fault your mother died. It's all Flora's... No, it's our fault. I can't believe you need to get sick anywhere!

Leo made her eyes black and white to tell her that it was her fault that the gold coin was missing.

"Master Emilia's, because?

"Yes, it's all our fault. You're not dirty."

So did Emilia cat Leo's precious gold coin?

"... then, Master Carr, will you?

If I take it, I want it back immediately.

No, this house looks rich, so I don't care if you replace it with a new gold coin or finally get two more.

With such an evil feeling, staring at her opponent, Emilia shook her head sadly.

"... sorry. There's nothing we can do about it."

Hi, they're not going to give it back to her.

Instead, it's hard to believe she took the gold as far back as I can remember, so I guess there's nothing to give it back.

(Still, if you're noble, you could grace me with a piece or so of copper coin)

You're an asshole, Leo pointed his lips.

"But, Lena, my mother is always there for you. Here..."

That's what I said. Emilia gently put her hand on Leo's chest.

Leo tilts his neck properly. I am in such a hurry now because I realize that I have nothing on my chest.

When she saw how her granddaughter was not hardworking, Emilia smiled sadly again.

"It might be a little difficult for you right now. But remember that. Mother and we will always be beside you."

When she gently dropped her kiss to Leo, she opened the scene, "Let's take the day off now, shall we?"

Leo tried to tell him he wanted to go back to college now, but every time he opened his mouth, he was silenced with the gaze that he knew, don't say anything, and it wasn't appropriate.

(... I don't know what else to do, decide to go tomorrow)

Vigilance prevailed to tell him that he had dropped the gold coin. Because someone who hears that might get ahead of themselves and screw the gold coin. Leo himself needs to be on his way to explore.

Fortunately, from what I've heard in the carriage, that courtyard is usually closed. We left that place behind at the end, so we'll be fine by tomorrow or so.

(Sleep first)

Either way, after spending all of tomorrow at this mansion, I'm supposed to be late for school a day. Earlier tomorrow, you'll have to convince the two of them to shrink that for a day - that is, to match a predetermined enrollment due date, and wave the major players back to college. Anyway, Leo has no idea where to go from here to the college.

I'm very sleepy because I'm in a coma at a weird time and I'm up pretty late right now.

(It's not about money and drowsiness. No, tomorrow, tomorrow -)

Leo was led to a bed full of lace and embroidery and fell asleep while counting three.

- Has she gone to bed yet?

"Yeah, if you think I put it in bed, it was right away.... That's what kids were like. I miss you."

Returning from her children's room to her living room, prepared for her granddaughter, Emilia called quietly, acknowledging that her husband, who hung on the couch, had a harsh look on his face.

"You"

"Oh."

With the two of them with us, it's been nearly forty years. Mutual intentions were conveyed in just that many words.

"I guess I was wrong"

Eventually, as the Marquis stroked his beard, he groaned pompously.

Emilia says nothing.

"... when Claudia was in trouble, she believed and did not doubt that she would be able to get rid of the firepowder she had come down on. Even when I heard rumors that he was dead, I was half-hearted - and I thought that if he was going to lose his life to that extent, that was Dia's fate."

The Marquis was a man named after a martial arts medal. His ideas are shaped on the battlefield, and even if he lives in peaceful days, it should be noted that their backbone remains rooted in the battlefield. My wife, who knows that, just had to keep an eye on its side.

"But today, when I saw her - Lena - I found out about the miracle of the Spirit and my sins. The fact that such an adorable, sinless child has lived all over the sludge and blaming himself... and that it was me who drove him to that situation, nothing else"

"... she was very thin."

"Besides, he didn't seem to speak Weitz fluently either. Perhaps, but there was no one around to teach it."

The Marquis clenched his fist.

"From time to time, whenever that kid was about to raise his emotions, did you realize he was stuck in words?

"Yeah, shook my shoulder like I was scared of something..."

"Someone made Lena do that. Whenever she tried to scream to avoid shouting and damaging the adult's mood, she beat him up."

Emilia burst into tears.

"Yeah, yeah. Otherwise, let's say that she is dirty and so on. Someone must have crawled into the ground, packing a lana and not giving enough food."

In fact, a bigoted Lena had only forgotten to sleep and immersed herself in research in order to get tired of the leftover bread served daily or, more recently, to achieve the magic of being put in, but with that in mind, the unknown Lady was convinced of her grandson's misfortune in an earlier series of exchanges.

"Hey, Klaus."

Emilia hasn't called her husband's name in a long time. It's her habit when she tells you something important.

"I will protect her."

It was a clear tone.

"From loneliness, and from the freezing cold, I will dedicate everything I have to protect that child. You'll cooperate, won't you?

"Of course."

Lord Klaus' reply was also short and powerful.

"Let's have a blessed life for that kid, one that everyone envies. To begin with - I'm trying to give my new life the name it deserves, but I don't know."

"Well, that's fantastic!

In the Weitz Empire, it is believed that a blessing is given from person to person by name, and giving a name to someone means becoming the guardian of that person.

There was of course no denial in Emilia.

"Still, Lena is a familiar name from birth, so you should sound as close as possible. Lena, Elena, Eleanor...... Leonora"

The lady looked up all the time.

"What about Leonora?"

"Oh, actually, I thought that would be good too"

The Marquis of Harkenberg smiled face-to-face. That was the moment when, for the first time in a long time, the two of them had a heartfelt grin.

"Leonora... our dear child"

And it was also the moment when Leonora von Harkenberg was born in the world.