Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

A week after enrollment.

Leo sighed softly at the spiciness of reality as it remained.

(Wherever I look, I can't find it...)

Yes, no matter how much you look around for the important Carl Heinz Reimundt gold coin, you can't find it.

When I find the time, I go near the courtyard, or I try to observe the surrounding chest carefully, but I couldn't even grab a clue from Master Carr.

I'm sure Master Carr must have been picked up around some stubborn man by now and stroked around day and night. Just thinking so, Leo's annoyance seemed to boil back.

After all, we should have turned right back from the Marquis then. No matter how much you blame yourself, it is irrevocable. I just had a hard time.

I could only sleep eight hours at night, and the food only went through one person's throat.

Even today I call Leonora, who looks out the window and sighs in worry, "Worried You" or "Spirit in the Courtyard" all around me, but I didn't realize it at all.

(I don't know what to do. I don't know if I'm going back to town.)

Leo sighed again.

There's nothing for a college that can't even make a dime more than not finding gold coins. No, but it is very attractive to have a three-meal bath free of charge - which I have said twice because it is important - and a sweet environment. There was also no reason to leave this college, given that life was guaranteed for the moment.

(The class itself is funny, isn't it?)

The most important magic class for the nobility is teasing, but Leo, who was forged out in the Hannah orphanage, is basically clever, so formulating and experimenting with drugs is a treat.

Although Weitz is easily misunderstood because of one word due to various circumstances, Leo is inherently fluent in language, understandable because of his classical equivalents in the Weitz Empire, and because his orphanage companions had natives, he is also good at arithmetic, etc.

(Arithmetic is good. I don't feel very familiar with shapes and proof, but I guess I just replaced them all with small copper coins for a comfort run)

By the way, sentence titles such as "Villager A goes shopping for apples and chestnuts with five small copper coins......" make it difficult to get the right answer, Leo, because he imagines to give the service away or take down the price.

Classes are for free, meals are good, and free. If I can make a dime on this, I have nothing to say.

Thinking that far, Leo put a lot of effort into his eyes.

(No... think about it, me. Money doesn't wait for it to come from the other side. It's something you create yourself. Even if you don't have a working mouth there, there must be a way to make money if you change the way you do it. Be cool. And look at the opportunity)

Replacing gold with some other word is a guide to becoming a quote.

Leo listened to an unhelpful magic class later on in the sky and began examining internal jobs that could be executed within the college.

As such, Leo was unexpectedly enjoying his college life, but someone watched it with bitterness.

It is Bianca, First Empress of the Weitz Empire.

She was in a hurry.

I have been concerned about the beautiful girl since she arrived in the dorm, and even though she tried to speak up at the tea party, this spirit-like girl left the scene lightly, contrary to her delicate appearance. Moreover, it is, apparently, leaving behind words as if he were seeing through the perfect magic of his venerable brother.

At first I wondered if he was comfortable, and even though Bianca invited him to "come visit me at my salon," Leo interpreted it as "not having to come must mean not having to go" and was bummed.

Make it an empress. Bianca, a junior academic.

It was the first time for her not to be snuggled up and looked at.

When that happens, she gets more and more interested, but never has she made a decent friend, and then, hypertensively, she takes an attitude of blaming them. Seeing how it went, the students around them understood that Bianca wanted to eliminate beautiful freshmen, and gradually became malicious towards the girl - Leonora von Harkenberg.

And that first symptom appeared at Leo's desk.

When he went to school one morning, Leo's seat was served with flowers of Muerta.

Muerta is the first large yellow flower with lots of petals, sometimes consumed or used to refine fragrance oil. But the most common use was - burial flowers.

Too blatant harassment, my surroundings squirm. But instead of ever caring, Leo let his eyes shine and took the flowers in his hands.

(Muerta......! And so much! Yabe, now you can mass-produce popli.)

Yes, the aromatic Muerta flowers are also poppy if dried.

Leo even felt the blessing of the Spirit for the revelation he had just told him to make a populi that he was likely to receive in the college with many noble courtiers, and that the raw material was available for free.

"Oh, um... Mr. Leonora. Are you all right, sir? If you don't mind, we'll take care of the flowers."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It was already there when we got here, and I didn't know what to do."

Several classmates with hearts offered, but Leo shook his head as he sifted.

"No. Me, today, I'm leaving"

Today, it's just magic tricks that don't help.

As soon as I could get into such a class, I wanted to keep this quality flower dry.

Everyone looked at the girl leaving the classroom in a hurried foothold with a painful gaze.

Then again, the miracle for Leo continued.

On the day I realized that although I had obtained the raw material for Populi, there was also a needle to sew the bag, at the perfect time. If I thought I wanted a needle to be planted in my shoe and a colour string to tie the bag, just that day a spiritual cloth for worship - knitted in twelve coloured thick yarns representing the colour of the spirits, it was a large piece of cloth - had been torn into billies.

Each time Kai wandered bright blue, trying to contact the Marquis immediately, but Leo stopped it with guts.

Of course, Leo and I had a faint idea that this might be a form of harassment, but I didn't feel like stopping it at all because of all the things that probably benefit me.

For Leo, who grew up in Lower Town in the first place, harassment was aggressive enough to mix horse manure with a meal or to drop his opponent as he fattened up. Unless they disturb my diet and my sleep, I don't care if I don't.

(Kalang, do more!

That's why I was rather in a good mood these days, Leo.

Speaking of Kai, who had no idea what was going on, he was harassed even though he had done nothing wrong, and yet stared in half at the sorry and painful about his master, who behaved in a temperament to his squire so as not to worry about his surroundings.

(I can't believe the burial flowers... they'll just remind me of Lady Claudia, no sin on the flowers. All the heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, one by one like that... Even a spiritual cloth torn for you must feel guilty and not be abandoned. Losing parents early, being treated unfairly, and even being suddenly thrown into college from a familiar town, to harassment. The truth is, it must be terribly hard...)

In fact, my husband has often been caged in his own room here and in class there lately. When Kai, who looked familiar, stepped into the room to deliver his meal, greeted him with a deluded smile, but he noticed that his eyes were red and congested.

Of course, congestion is because Leo, obsessed with the populist concept, is nagging at night, but the squire never finds out about it.

He was Ky, who used a network of college servants and even grasped the mastermind of harassment, but that's why he couldn't even impeach his junior senior Bianca that way, and his days of blaming himself for helplessness continued.

One day I thought of grabbing my husband and fleeing, and I was greedy for one or a few more scented ingredients, like that.

Something happened that would break the situation that was glued.

A formal invitation to Bianca's salon was sent to Leonora.

"Master Bianca's salon? Oh... me?

Kai explained to her husband, who shook his shoulders in the middle of the words, thinking he was the best.

"Yes. There's a tea party that entertains freshmen in turn, so it says something about wanting you to come this time. Of course, you can't take it on par..."

"Really?

Leo tilted his neck with a dust at how thoughtful Ky looked.

I also wondered if Pierce's catfish had been found out and called out yet, because it was not the right time for that, and there were no other verses that came to mind. Well, after a while of thinking about it, Kai took over the words like he was in a hurry.

"As Leonora has also noticed, it is Bianca who has spearheaded the harassment here these days, the... That she invites Lady Leonora by name may mean that something direct can finally be done."

"Directly..."

With that word, Leo thought to himself.

Until now, I have thankfully borrowed what I was able to obtain, and I work in making populi, but speaking of which, I have not pursued who gave it to me, nor have I conveyed my gratitude. Whatever your intentions - be it good intentions or hypocrisy from the heart, so as not to change the forehead of the offering - you received the object, so you should convey the gratitude.

(At last, I'd like to say firsthand that I'd like a cloth with a smell if it comes next time)

Ninety percent of the real deal was that.

"I'm coming."

"Dear Leonora..."

Kai clouded his expression, but he didn't have the option of being invited by the First Empress of the Empire to say no.

Besides, my husband has already been harassed for sending it away once. All Kai could do was pray for nothing.

It would be rude to accompany a squire in response to an invitation to the salon, the other home. Kai nevertheless told her husband day after day that "we stand in front of the door so that if anything, we can rush right to him," and the two celebrated Tea Party Day.

"Welcome to Between the Red Roses"

Leo tightened his mouth all the while being guided by a brunette girl, supposedly one of Bianca's surroundings.

That's because I almost erupted into a betty naming of "Red Rose," etc.

(Red Rose...! Anyway, if it's just roses, red roses......!

For Leo, the common man, it seems like a name with a hint of narcissism and beauty ideology, where boys and girls of his age tend to fall. I suppose, but I'm sure this is standard equipment among the nobles as well.

If you're desperate to focus on your mouth, you'll eventually come from behind the room.

"You're finally here, aren't you? Tired of waiting, Leonora von Harkenberg."

Bianca, dressed in a deep red dress, laughed.

Even Leo can tell. This is "Between the Red Roses," which means Bianca is "The Red Rose," which is why the surroundings are wearing uniformly reddish-colored clothes.

Of course, Leo was still wearing thin ink savarans on this day.

"First... you, too... eh"

At first, I thought I'd twisted my aristocratic greeting, but by Lena's cursing standards, he wasn't satisfied with the pronunciation, and the words disappeared along the way. Sounds like a quick word.

"Well! It's a novel greeting!

"Be quiet, Margrette. Maybe he's fluent downtown."

The mockery of the surrounding people sounds as soon as it creaks.

But...

"Come on."

When Piri and Bianca's voice sounded, they stopped simultaneously.

A fireplace is also provided and guided to a crossed table. For one thing, Leo sat across from Bianca when he obeyed the adult in an effort to get free rice. On a large round table, besides Leo and Bianca, there are five others surrounded. It's a little impeachment trial.

"Well, you know me, don't you?

"Yes, Master Bianca"

Leo nodded honestly as Bianca cut it out loosely.

"Yes," the blonde nodded, continuing in a clear tone.

"Me, I don't like things that get out of hand. So let me get this straight. Freshman, Leonora von Harkenberg. Why don't you come to my gathering and join the Red Rose Society?

"The Red Rose Society..."

Neat. Leo caught sight of it about to erupt again.

"Oh, don't be alarmed. My friend hastily approached you. If you come to my side, I promise you I won't do anything like that again."

Does that mean that there will be no more application? Leo bewildered, "Uh..."

"Hehe, you don't seem to know why. Then I'll tell you. I'm interested in you, Leonora."

Bianca had a luscious grin on her youngest remaining face and gently offered her arms.

"On that beautiful face, on a tragic body. She can't help it, can she, you? At the last welcoming party, I didn't even seem to see through your brother's technique. I want to know. I wonder if you're the right person for your brother."

"Dear Alberto, deserving...? This is the college. Why, a relationship?

I just enrolled in college, and I don't understand why I have to be exposed to the sight of an aunt who tests my son's daughter-in-law for what he deserves. Leo was decent.

"Oh, you can't possibly not understand, can you? You're part of the Flora disaster!

To sum up Bianca's explanation of how she had been a little bit, this is what happened.

After the "Flora disaster," which caused a great deal of confusion to the College, the emperor at the time made a certain decision. It was to further strengthen the autonomy that we had previously given to our students.

Even the Marquis of Harkenberg rebelled that such a tragedy had occurred because student autonomy was too great, taking up autonomy, but the Emperor dared to do the opposite. In other words, he did not halfway through dispositions and rewards because he was a student, but allowed the college to reproduce the real society itself.

When the disaster struck, while calling it a mighty autonomy, in the end no student took action because of his sweetness for his protected identity as a student. That's why the emperor took up that cage and the protective fence - even if it was a student, if he did bad deeds, he wouldn't even be spared the death penalty.

It's just that at the same time, he let the rewards expand. With excellent grades, even students can be involved in the political management of the empire, and if their qualities as queens are recognized, even students can be royal wives.

The plot was successful, and the college peeled out of the greenhouse until then to become a pure, tense real society itself. In other words, it has become both a substantial political institution and a backyard.

"I mean, most of the students who come in here - no, all the students, are aiming for future senior officials and king mates, so... That is why I intend to raise the good and pick the evil while the students are still little buds."

Leo sipped tea as he hammered inside. I'm interested in the story that the cat born in the three neighboring houses was a three-haired cat.

"... what, that reaction. Are you listening to me from earlier? If there's something you're thinking about, why don't you be clear?"

Especially as for Leo, who doesn't think anything, he's just in trouble.

"Uh."

"What?"

"Perfume, nice scent, right?

In the end, I said something that I was just a little concerned about from earlier.

Bianca is just the Empress, and she has a really good perfume. The thick fragrance, which somehow contains sweetness, seemed to go well with the populi we have been producing since the other day.

(If you mix the cloth stained with the smell of this, it will smell and hold better, and the price is going to catch more)

Every day, Leo, who is trained by Dean Hannah and the women in the orphanage, is familiar with the ingenuity that women are likely to receive.

Bianca, whose hips were broken, but in a praiseworthy form, made her eyes black and white.

"Heh... what! I'm asking you now if you want to join the Red Rose Club!

"Oh, I'm not coming in"

Leo said no softly.

"Red roses, hobbies, don't fit"

"Huh...!

"How disrespectful!

Bianca and her companions stood together.

Especially Bianca, who has never had a frontal cut and rejection before, was angry.

Even if you ever cut it off from here, they say it doesn't "fit" or something -!

Driven by strong anger, Bianca grabbed the perfume bottle that was nearby.

"You disrespectful...! I thought you said you liked perfume. I'll give it to you, give yourself a little more!

Kashahn......!

Strong aromas rise with the sound of thin glass breaking. The bottle hit the girl's dress hem and the liquid was dyeing her lower body up surprisingly.

"Ah..."

Bianca, who returned to me all the time, fades. I didn't want to go this far.

But the already intense scent stood around and made me feel worse. The girl in front of me is also staring at her wet dress as if she were in shock.

"Ah, Leonora..."

I don't think I've done too much, but words of apology don't come out. Bianca cursed her arrogance.

"Dear Bianca,"

But eventually the girl looked up and smiled unbeatably at the smell.

"Thank you"

"Huh...?

"Thank you, I didn't say. No flowers, no needles, no cloth. I just got it. I was happy."

But when she finally had something to put up along the way, she skewed her face.

"Excuse me, I will"

Bianca saw a slight tear in her beautiful eye.

"Ah..."

As I dropped him off, I heard a creeping scream from across the door. It would be a beautiful squire like Kai.

As nobody stood up without even being able to speak, the sound of knocking on the door sounded.

"Excuse me, sir."

And it came to pass, that the door was opened, to a clear almond eye, a squire with a clear anger.

"Bu... disrespectful. Where do you know this place?"

Bianca, stared at by a well-looking boy and pressured for a moment, but skips reprimand over the crown's possession. But Kai said it back without losing it either.

"With all due respect, which is rude?"

"What..."

"Send burial flowers, plant needles, and tear a prayer cloth to a young master who blames him for losing his mother. Ahem, even dirty Sabaran from the Marquis with perfume. Did you have fun denigrating my husband for not speaking fluently? It would have been a pleasure to avoid Claudia's two dances and blame her for her whispering desire to live in college without a wave of wind."

Bianca was annoyed. I had no idea the Red Rose Society had such feelings about its dismissal.

No, and immediately dispel your own thoughts.

You should have noticed. Flora's scourge, which rocked the entire empire, is an extension of factional strife, so to speak. Leonora is the victim's daughter. "It doesn't fit" didn't deny the red rosy Bianca itself, I guess it meant it wasn't a hobby about belonging to such factions.

Kai overlapped the words even more.

"Master Leonora lost Lady Claudia early and grew up in a lower town that just wasn't right for you, without adequate protection. Do you have any idea why you can't even speak Weitz satisfactorily, your mother tongue? Do you have any idea why you have all that white skin while you're out of town without sunset? That's..."

A flutter and tears seeped into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

"Because a mindless adult locked herself in without giving her any kind of education, paying attention to the beauty of Master Leonora!

No!

But those who can cry out the truth, unfortunately, were not here.

"Dear Bianca, because despite such growth, you are Master Leonora with a straight heart. Your friend sent you flowers, even needles, and you were delighted. He said he'd never had anything like this before."

To that health - and to that pain, everyone took a breath.

Bianca recalled what the girl had said earlier and bit her lips softly.

"I... what a..."

Bianca's grunt of remorse echoes in the tranquility that struck the water.

Kai said,

"Too many statements, please forgive me"

I lowered my head to the ceiling and turned my heel back.

Thought about how to comfort my husband, who would be crying alone in his own room.