Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Talk?"

Kai tilted his neck to his husband, who suddenly gave him a serious vibe, and then snapped.

I thought you might tell me about the past.

"Was that... Leonora's story before you were in the college?"

………… Yes, you're right. "

Kai took a breath when he looked at his husband and said, "How do you know?"

At last, the girl tried to touch the past herself. That is - it meant nothing more than that you trusted me about Kai.

Kai was puzzled by the joy that boiled down even though this was the situation.

Now is not the time to rejoice in credibility, it is time to listen to your husband.

(But... I don't know what to do, I'm happy)

Unable to capture the emotion that engulfed him, Kai took both hands of the girl he followed.

"Dear Leonora!

"Oh, yes."

"I... No, I'm on Master Leonora's side! Please tell this Kai what it is!

Has the fever been too caged, my husband is pulling his jaw a little. Kai hurriedly let go, realizing there was too much power in both hands.

"Also, sorry!

"Oh, no..."

Though my husband would say so, she should have been afraid of men. Kai rushed to spin his words, reflecting on his own incomprehensibility.

"I'm sorry. Well, please, look at me as a squire instead of being a man or something like that."

Not as a man.

To put it that way, even as Ky, I had a little hesitation.

Although I forbade myself to have a beautiful husband in front of me and to be seen, and to be disrespectful just now, I was afraid that my pale thoughts would be a sign to my chest.

You spotted the deception, and the girl rocked her beautiful purple crystal eyes, so Kai said as she pretended not to notice the pain in her chest.

"Ha... you know, it's incredible, right? But my loyalty to Master Leonora is real."

"Uh..."

"Well, sometimes I take my hand like this because, you know, it's like a remnant of my first love."

Kai, who was hesitant to deny his thoughts from the ground up and also wanted to avoid applying the vivid words, stuck to the sweet and sour sound of "first love".

"Ha, come on......!?

"It is so good to see you. Yes, with great fear, my first love is like Leonora. I was completely distraught by that abnegation and mercy."

The girl is peeling her eyes a little, "Uh, uh, uh," and letting her mouth pound.

Kai was just a little satisfied with making her husband panic that way - while at the same time doing more cutting than that, he went on to say "but".

"First love is something pale and creepy, which is only temporary in the chest. Love melted and disappeared, and now only loyalty remains."

"Well, that's the thing, is it...?

"That's what it is"

To be clear, the girl shut up.

(Ya... yabe...)

Leo was in a great hurry, beneath his dismal face.

Oh, my God.

A cute disciple was accidentally hit by Lena's beauty.

(Yes, when!? Ha... no, when I just met you, you'd be watching me or laughing at Narcy. That's it! That's it!

Fortunately, the curse seems to have been lifted by now, but Kai's confession was enough to make Leo's policies change dramatically.

(I mean, if I just rose who I am, is this guy going to live the rest of his life carrying the reality that his first love was a man!?

What a foul spot that is.

Leo imagined.

If my favorite sister, in fact, was a man - no, actually, Leo's never been in love or anything, so it's not really pinned down by that analogy, but if, for example, the gold coin you're gripping now was actually just a chunk of shit painted with gold -

(No, no, no, no, no!

Leo faded.

No, you don't. You lose hope of living. It's unbearable pain.

There was no way I could make my disciples taste such pain.

(That's... No, just tell Kai, never...!

I have to take this secret to my grave.

Leo, who consolidated his resolve in just a moment, told Kai that

"I'm sorry I blocked you. So, what's the story...?

And the water was turned toward him, and he wandered off.

"Huh! Uh, uh..."

"That was before you were at the academy, wasn't it?

"No, before, you say, you know"

What should I do? What can I tell you?

There's something important going on, like cutting it out.

(That's right!

Leo flashed.

"Well, I want to talk to you about who I am."

"Identity, is it?

"Yes."

I can't tell you that the contents are men, but what Kai calls "abnegation and compassion" from time to time, I thought I'd take this opportunity to deny it.

"Me, abnegation, mercy, no. It's very, very greedy."

"Huh...?

Kai tilts his neck.

That appearance, which came to a bitter laugh, did not seem to believe the statement from the edge in one way or another.

Leo, therefore, clenched the Carl Hunts Lymund gold coin that he lowered to his chest today and so diligently explained how he was a business-strength.

"I, for example, Dear Carr, love it. I'll give it to someone, I refuse. It's been a long time. Lose it, hold it at the root for life. Dear Carr, I want you to stay by my side all the time. I only want Master Carr. I don't need anything else."

If he was presented with gold or something else, and asked which one he wanted, I'm sure Leo wouldn't even hang the two on the balance "gold!" and would answer instantly.

So much so that I'm a dry person. I'm even proud to be devoting all of my soul to gold.

I couldn't help but feel bad about my buttocks when they said it was abnegation.

"Dear Leonora..."

Kai heard his young master cut and complain that he needed nothing else, as long as only his mother was beside him, and nearly cried in jeopardy.

(You mean to remember the loss of Lady Claudia for the rest of your life - to mourning? She says she's trying to get all the beauty, the clear brains, and the glory of being a woman, but I can't believe you're the only mother who wants it... and the Spirit, what a terrible thing...)

More importantly, Kai didn't get hurt about the girl who called herself "greedy" because she wanted the warmth of her mother too whispered.

"Dear Leonora, I...!

Kai cursed his own gender for the first time this day.

I wonder why I only have muscled arms.

I wonder why I was born into a man who frightens her.

If I had a plump arm and a soft woman's body, I could hug the girl in front of me, smiling without even knowing the depth of her own solitude.

Something close to the warmth of my mother, which she seeks above all, must have been offered.

"I... wanted to be born a woman...!

"Huh!"

Leo shook his shoulder a little to the abrupt scream of his disciple.

(Hey, I'm screwed!

The "first person in love is a man" case, it should have been avoided.

Leo watched his squire trembling and leaning down.

Meanwhile.

It was that evening that a severe earthquake ran to the Marquis family, which was waiting for the letter.

It was an hour after a fast-paced squire wrote the girl's speech quickly and skipped a super masterpiece that spanned fifty sheets of parchment.

"-... gu... ooh!

The Marquis of Harkenberg, often spoken of as synonymous with strength and stubbornness, held his chest and squatted, as he ran his bloody eyes in the letter.

Next to the Marquis, Lady Emilia, who was addicted to herbaceous tea - when reading her letter about her granddaughter, she decides to drink this sedative tea to at least let it fall on her flesh alone - stands up a little.

She is

"You!?

I shouted and stuck it on my husband's shoulder.

"What's wrong!? What happened to that kid!?

No longer the subject of her concern is the safety of her granddaughter, not her husband's physical condition.

Without realizing at all that disrespect, however, the Marquis gave a rather tranced look, pointing to some of the letters with trembling fingers.

"Emilia... take this..."

"What is it!? What's here... well... ……… well…………"

Emilia, sink.

The Marquis squatted (groaned) on the carpet for a while.

A deacon or a samurai running nervous about something unusual comes running over to the two of us.

Kai's father, Deacon Folker, took permission to Old Marquis Harkenberg of Trance to examine the letter and instantly understand the current situation.

There, content such as "Master Leonora wants to marry His Excellency the Marquis, and also identifies the Grand Mistress as his mentor" was portrayed very dramatically.

Volker, like his son and husband, squatted, but with the steel self-control he had worked out over the years, manages to stay on his chest to the extent that he can.

The letters were then turned and read one after the other by a servant samurai who could not conceal her interest, acting as a litmus stone to distinguish those who were rich in self-control from those who were not.

"My... engrave this sentence on my headstone..."

"What do you say? I'll be in the grave, too. I don't want you to carve both sentences."

Eventually, Emilia leans softly against the breathing Marquis.

The two closed their eyes to taste the aftertaste often before cutting them out of either.

"Emilia. An invitation to a tea party or a ball for Leonora."

"Yeah, let's burn it and throw it away"

That's the two most famous couples in the social world. It is precisely the breath of an abalone.

"Oh. Leonora is our precious granddaughter. Lower bitches gather for meetings, etc."

"Congratulations. You can't expose yourself."

"What? Don't worry if it's manners and you're a pain in the ass. I'm not even a debutante, chick, etc."

"Let us say it."

"Even so, Leonora remains single all the time -"

"I don't like that."

But that breath suddenly disturbed me.

"Huh...?

Emilia smiled at the glance of the Marquis.

"I don't like that."

From the little lady, a temper seeped out like Shura on the battlefield.

The Marquis feels the hairs of his neck turn upside down - it was an instinctive reaction when he put a strong enemy in front of him.

"Hey, why not, Emilia. Leonora said she was marrying me."

"Sleep and say what you say. There's more to old love than that. Good social codes and paranoia must be properly distinguished."

Clearly delusional and cut and abandoned, the Marquis lost his complexion.

"But"

"I am Klaus."

The lady said in a sincere light to her gentle young grass-colored eyes.

Calling her husband by name is a habit when she tells her important things.

As the Marquis took her gaze and urged her to continue, she breathed softly and shouted in one breath.

"I want to hold the child that she married and had in this hand -!"

No way, only this time it was a selfish declaration of selfishness.

"A grandson..."

But its power was enough to make the floating marquis float in another direction.

He draws his mouth together, gazing into the void as if to divine the battlefield.

I don't want to put my granddaughter on this horsebone or anything.

But the child she gives birth to does want to hold it in this hand.

After a single roar, the Marquis said, "Do, what are you going to do?" I asked my wife.

Refuse all previous invitations addressed to Leonora and avoid undebated defamation, and at the same time prepare a satisfactory marriage partner.

But how...?

The Marquis, who had left all the noble ceremonies, such as the Tea Party, to her husband, did not come up with any concrete measures.

- I have an idea.

Even when he turned his gaze on the inquiry, Madame Pierce did not shake a little.

She stretches her small body properly and laughs at her husband with a trick like a lady's appraisal.

"It takes a good reason to decline the invitation. The common sense of the aristocratic community is to say no to the invitation of the Count because they will attend the Marquis Tea Party, and to say no to the Marquis' invitation because they will attend the Duke's Ball."

"Ah...... oh"

It was his first ear to the Marquis, who had spent much of his life on the battlefield, but he felt irreversible signs and he nodded honestly.

"So you just have to tailor a tea party from the top power and Leonora decides to attend it only"

"The Supreme Power......?

The Marquis frowned.

When it comes to the supreme power of the Weitz Empire, it is.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the Empress."

Emilia told me the truth.

"Tea party hosted by Her Majesty the Emperor and Empress. If so, Leonora will only attend a very small number of tea parties once and will be debutanted without gathering the gaze of the horsebones, with the best foil and with the best possible engagement"

That's what Emilia says, because if the emperor sets up a tea party, that is, a matchmaker, the opponent will inevitably be a prince.

"What the...!?

The Marquis opened his eyes slightly.

"Emilia, you want me to give that prince Leonora!

The Marquis has not forgiven him for being the student chairman at the Academy and for putting his precious granddaughter at risk.

Even the lady said she was angry as a result of the fiery fire with the momentum that surpassed him.

The Marquis couldn't hide the shock from her when she came here and seemed suddenly distracted.

"Well, I don't like it, you"

Lady Emilia, who laughs at the time, looks like she can't hang herself on her teeth, such as her husband's growl.

She even let some kind of force drift, glowing out.

"At least, it is true that there is some qi bone in the horsebones. The other day was unforgivable to me, but His Highness is still seventeen years old, and it is still possible for us to finish it well."

Besides, even a graceful lady smiles gracefully at first glance.

"Parents researched 'engagement' as if it could easily be 'destroyed' in a student trial. Anyone can blame you for the eventual (...) termination of His Royal Highness's role as a wormroller?

"E, Emilia......"

The Marquis shuddered himself for a long time. The Marquis tasted the sentiment of fear a long time ago, saying that he had no difficulty even in front of dozens of times more enemies than his own.

Marquise of Harkenberg, Emilia.

She was twice as affectionate and twice as proud of herself, and had just taken out the fierce claws she usually hid for her granddaughter.

Happy or unhappy, Leo still didn't know at this time that he had attracted the biggest troublesome tea party to avoid the ball at hand.