Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"Excuse me.... were you awake, my lady"

Called out by an unfamiliar name, she turned around.

If you look, the maid opens the door to the room for one person and peeks at you and this one.

"... what can I do for you?

Only the voice was as flat as usual, she inquired.

The maid is overwhelmed by the words.

"Uh, ma'am? There is no need for such fearful words to my servant at all, yes. Please call me more comfortably."

……

Though she said so, her self-awareness was now that she was the same maid as the person in front of her - and even a slave below it.

From that point of view, there is no such thing as a fearful response.

But I dare not speak of it. Because I understand by putting aside one night that could be detrimental to my husband.

"... then sweeten to your words. What can I do for you?

"Yes. Tell me when you woke up - you woke up before. I came to help you get dressed."

"You can do it alone."

"No, even if they say so..."

The maid smiles bitterly like trouble.

That would be the case, too. Perhaps even the deacon or maid chief went through it and it must have been said by Uncle Kartan to be a lot of things.

While she remembered some annoyance, she decided to leave it to the other person.

"Do you have any preferences for a meal?

To be honest, I want my maid's clothes back. If I could, so would the armbands of the chief maid's testimony.

It's a regular outfit. It's taken up trying to trade for bedtime clothes when I'm brought into this Uncle Kartan mansion.

It was a lifetime of unconsciousness.

That's a first-class costume my husband cast more than he put on his arm. Although this body is capable of not leaving a single clue to be separated, the equipment is separate. Avoid drawing attention to people poorly and using low-grade materials, but if the viewer sees it, it should be as obvious as it makes it. If analyzed, there is a risk that his master's technical abilities will be compared to those of his enemies.

And - that maid's clothing is an important gift from the Lord. When he set up his plans and decided to be put on a quest at the age of ten, he wanted to use his apron dress as a shield. Even in the battlefield, I feel and want to claim that I exist to serve the Lord. When he heard the plea, he was surprised by the boulders, but he immediately took them down from hand to design and tailored them to great delicacies. Since then, whenever her back grows, she's been given a redesigned new one.

It was a testament to memories with him in the few of my births that I mainly put through.

Adherence and untrained accumulate enough to be mountains, but you probably can't go through your sleeves anymore.

"Lady?"

"... nothing. I have no particular hope, so I'll leave it to you."

I said something that I wasn't too impressed with because of the sentiment.

Leaving everything to the person in charge of helping you change also means pressing all responsibility on the other person's standpoint.

That's what she said to the Lord, too, and I remember getting in trouble a few times. Still, I can't do it, I couldn't say even if my mouth was torn, so I desperately studied the outfits that should be made of aristocratic men. Recently, I've been purchasing fashions from Viktor and others.

Think that far and return to me haha.

Thinking is off again. My head is not folding with the reality in front of me.

I couldn't help but admit that I wasn't already a maid, an adventurer, let alone a slave. While I remember a slight satisfaction with the results of a thoroughly planted education, I also think that the main annoyance that I applied it will go as it is.

If he fails to behave in a way that satisfies the cultivators, he is the pretext for being blamed for saving and raising her for it.

"Excuse me, I did my best. I withdraw my foreword."

To the maid in front of me, who is completely confused, I bow my head. If you lower it too deep, it will just happen to frighten them. I had a little difficulty weighing just the right salt plums. Damn, the nobleman's head is too heavy for nothing.

"... may I see what you have?

"If that's the case, I'm being punished by this closet"

Looking relieved to see, the maid led her to a large closet in the back of the room.

Inside the door is a costume that a young lady about her age is only short of wearing for a year.

When I took a pair and checked it out, the size seemed almost fine.

"I should have just come to this mansion last night..."

"Oh, they say all this is left over from your daughter's mother."

The questions I have promptly return an answer.

Mother. Was it Annamarie's possession? Daimyo, my uncle must have kept it sneaky. If you look closely, it has a somewhat fashionable appearance of procrastination, and it was tailored to be plain for an orthodox lady, a lady, to put her sleeve through. If it was also the property of Annamarie, who was blinding to people, it would be satisfactory.

Nevertheless, it's something my rightful wife Josephine often couldn't dump me on. A deep woman with jealousy and obsession, who hired rogues to attack Annamarie after dressing her in wet clothes and kicking her out. The brutal look that crushed his face and dropped him into slavery after letting even his daughter handcuff him. It is not usual to hide a large quantity of mistress's personal belongings from a woman that far away, even as Count Caltan put them up.

……

Besides, she thinks a ton of costumes forward for a while.

Which one did you choose to wear?

Thinking that she was rushed in here last night and didn't meet with most of her family, this morning will essentially be her 'revelation'. I don't think there's a lot going on here, but I think it would be better if I showed it in a little bit. But only slightly. Something too flashy would be a bad impression on Josephine and on a successor boy whose name is unknown, and above all it would expose educational deficiencies and become a material for condemnation. If you're just modest, now the Earl who wants to make his daughter look good bends his navel. It was difficult to add or subtract.

"What about this?

What I took in my hand after a short tour was a silver pearlescent piece.

It is designed to work as a slightly glamorous room outfit, and the white skin makes her uncomfortable when she chooses extra calm colors. That would have been nice as someone who would normally refrain from behind the Lord, but this time the lead had come around in an unwillful way. When I thought of it, it was an eye-catching red system, and then I decided that this color was just gorgeous.

As a result, the dressed maid broke her expression.

"I thought it would be a very good decision. Are you a muscle of blood on a boulder?

It's an extra favor. This is happening because of the blood muscles and the way they do it. I can now better understand how the Lord used to feel so oblivious and flee the throne of power. There are too many things to pay attention to and do.

Nevertheless, I understand that this maid has no malice. It's just addressed to the living daughter that the Count just brought back, and she's a pleasant woman inside. The lack of magic is negative, but as much as I want to modify and subordinate it after taking it home.

When I leave myself to imagine that I can't even do that, I am forced to change instantly with a hand gesture that I am used to.

Inside the mirror, the familiar face was facing this way with green eyes in an unfamiliar outfit.

"Wow, you're beautiful! She is truly one of the weakest women in four countries. I'm sure your nose will be high too."

I look into the mirror, listening to the lofty compliments.

The figure was a positive copy of a slightly memorable Annamarie. There will be no need for Mrs. Josephine to have been confused with the ghost. There are differences in the length and detail of the hair and, above all, in the expression, but at first glance two melons, like a bad joke. Ningro's lively scarce iron skin even seemed to play a part in illuminating the resurrection of a dead man eleven years ago.

Annamarie's ghost may not be the product of the Countess's delusions, either. Her appearance in the mirror was even something that made her feel the obsession of a woman who immersed herself in carelessness.

- So much, do you want to let Henrietta Caltan into the Count's house?

Unexpectedly, he manages to push the evil out to his throat.

... really unwell. If she's a regular girlfriend, forget about that right away the minute you think about it, it should work perfectly.

But even if we stay in this unusual state now, we have to do something about it.

At least until Plan D is activated.

"- Before breakfast, there is someone I would like to introduce you to.... come in."

The maid of the Caltans opened the dining room door to match the voice she heard coming from across the door.

Beginning last night, the girl, who became the direct lord of her, when she enters the room in a thorough foothold, decides to give her a bowl of grace in a flowing act.

"My daughter, it is Henrietta"

"... to introduce you, Henrietta Paula -. I need you to know me."

And once again, I bowed my head deeply to coincide with my uncle's introduction.

The maid's girl is deeply satisfied with her cool voice, her graceful figure even from behind.

It was a great surprise last night when suddenly I heard that our Lord, Uncle Pierre Simon Cartan, had reunited with and taken over from his daughter that she was living apart. And then to the extra shock, such as when they tell you to make yourself a maid with her, "... what?" and so on and inquired lawlessly. And most importantly, it was the beauty of the girl who was drawn together.

Large eyes reminiscent of balls on fine white skin. The face, with its well-shaped cherry blossom lips and a soothing nose beam, is more neat than a living human being, so much so that it illusions whether it has escaped from the painting or the statue has gained its soul and moved. Last night, the colour was dark, but today, after recovering from fatigue and applying a thin piece of makeup, the colour just doesn't shine.

(They told me you were born between you and your concubine, but no, your mother must have been so beautiful, too)

Even from the face of her daughter, the creation of her mother is to be seen. Sometimes I guess I was just scratching my jealous real wife's eyes and surrounding her.

Even the deacon, the servant, or the man, who was half brother, were in love with him with the look on his face. Seems like a previous problem where other maids besides myself feel remorse as same-sex, even those who lay face down to be ashamed or float the colour they yearn for in their eyes.

The only exception is:

(Wow... I knew you couldn't have a wife...)

Mrs. Josephine, blue-faced and trembling. I hear that my uncle and I, who came last night with Miss Henrietta, arrived late in another carriage. He was left behind by his husband, who floated away to reunite with his concubine's son. That humiliation, it would be too much to imagine. In addition, he was also Teng himself, who kicked out his mother and son in a scandalous disturbance eleven years ago. To that extent, it is a fact that anyone who works for the Mansion hears.

"I know some know, but she is also one who was unjustly associated with her mother's sins, pitifully. But in the near future, the High Court should hold another hearing to make it clean, and then officially welcome it into our house. You'll think it's quick, but make sure you give this kid a good time."

Uncle Kartan's words are like a chase to Madame. Your manipulation is wrong, if this self doesn't admit it, it's tantamount to declaring it in a full house. The authority and perseverance of his righteous wife should have been deeply hurt. Because of this insensitivity, I even think Mrs. Chi is getting overheated.

(I hope this one's not for the lady)

I hope so, but you won't be able to do it first. Josephine also said that when she expelled her mother, she raised the crime of fornication with hands that no one would be allowed to hear. She's the daughter of a woman who hated her so much, and she's a woman who combines youth and beauty. How patiently do you tolerate a lady like a chunk of jealousy?

I am anxious that I am not a human resource person, even as I have become Henrietta.

"Now, what is it that stands forever? Sit down, Henrietta."

"Yes.... Father"

As soon as I heard that reply, the Count's face grew sloppy and fat.

While I don't think it's worthwhile to be old, I also feel like I can't help but think of all these cute daughters calling me that. Somehow I was pulled away before I left. I wonder if it would be better to break up with each other somewhat.

However, if you can pretend not to see that Josephine, who had been blue-faced as soon as possible, made a crimson decision.

Help Henrietta to take her seat by pulling a chair while hiding her dreaded thoughts.

"I don't want to put up a drink for breakfast... but to celebrate my daughter's return..."

Using Uncle Cartan's words as a signal, breakfast began.

It was always a quiet breakfast without it. There is no sound of the stupidity of the Lady, which is the norm in this House, or of her husband coughing. The Count has a staring view of his daughter eating, and Josephine is blinding as if looking for a gap to say something.

Daiichi, if Henrietta had any manipulation, she would be willing to fly even if she didn't like it immediately. But Hate, she cooked dishes safely and made no noise at all when carrying the drink into her mouth.

Before my father and daughter reunited, they worked as noblemen's maids, but did they also remember to see manners at that time? It behaves perfectly by the time I hate my heart.

Ningro, the man who should have come to be educated as the next principals was the end of the day when he rattled a plate with a kacha kacha and a fork and sipped a cold soup flashly.

"... Gohon."

"Su, excuse me, Father, go up"

By the way, I fear for my father's cough watered by the upper mood in the corner. Now I don't know which one has just been taken.

I still wonder if it would have been a good idea to be spoiled as a child made late, etc. It was primarily his mother, Josephine, who was responsible for his upbringing. The overprotective and neurotic lady kept changing her son's educator from time to time, not to mention to the point where everyone refused to accept the role.

The sight of the fruits of enthusiastic education as it were. Besides, many of the maids who usually kept snoring at me by my wife had eyes that just said they felt good, even if they didn't leak a laugh.

But she doesn't come with Henrietta. Because the humiliation and depression of the Lady is determined by this new lady whom she serves.

Josephine cut the fire when the meal was finished.

"... Mr. Henrietta"

"Yes, ma'am, what is it?"

Good, I thought. Now she is, before she has yet to be cleansed by a retrial. "Mother-in-law," etc. to the detour of the Count's rightful wife, and is not an identity you can call before you get forgiveness. A well spoken answer, but that wisdom would be the one to stroke Madame's nerves back.

I don't know how to please Josephine. What this old lady wants is material to discredit her.

The procedure begins even when the eyebrows are caught.

"Being classy all the time. Honestly, I'm surprised."

"I'm afraid. But unexpectedly, is it?

"Yeah.... unlike your face, being polite is not like your mother. She didn't even seem to know how to sit a chair, did she?

"... Josephine!

Uncle Kartan broke into words that contained plenty of malice.

What Josephine is saying would be an act during the Annamarie exile commotion in the example. Annamarie, whose wife was hooked up with a man claiming to be a man, has heard that she collapsed out of her chair too surprised. If it were true what Mrs. Rumor had done about the case, it would have been lighter to the point of falling out of the chair. If I were you, I might faint or my heart would stop.

Nevertheless, Josephine's jealousy and pride are also muscular. No way. This is it today yesterday, when I took it home, against my husband's son, even though she was the daughter of an exiled woman. No matter how sure you are that you are a righteous lady, you can't even enjoy it in front of the Count.

But Henrietta was a big deal, too. without changing one's complexion, even if she was publicly insulted.

"In the name of my mother's honor, I would like to contribute carefully to your house."

It is this return. Let him humble himself, and at the same time let him shelter his mother, and let him fight back against the insult to his honour, and let him have three inclusions in one reply.

Well, exclamation sighs leak from all over the dining room. Many families would have reviewed this matter alone with a woman with a high upbringing, not just a personal child.

The maid with the same girlfriend also looked at her.

When we were hooked up last night, we were caged in the bedroom without a conversational conversation. I didn't know that your daughter, who seemed so weak, would not be able to fathom that wife, and I thought she would put up a brilliant stretch over there. Where was the worry I had last night, and it was an admiration from the morning now.

Anyway, I hope this pulls you back, but it's Josephine who doesn't. Under the roof of the Count Caltan family, if she's the same woman, she's the one who always held her back with authority as his wife. If you wear it again for the first time, you are also the owner of a temper that you can't help but fall down.

"... I'm not the master of words."

"Thank you"

"Is this Kaoru Pottery in the house you were in before?... of the Second Son of Ovenil."

Her mouth was full of colour.

(Oh, oh, ovenil!? That too...... second son!?

The maid with Henrietta is also about to raise her voice and hold her mouth.

Second son of the Ovenil family. That is a notoriety that everyone in the nobility of the King's capital knows. Naturally, those who consecrate to noble mansions, even civilians, have many opportunities to hear the rumors. She is one of them.

Reminds me of the rumors I once heard.

Turius Shrounan Ovenil. Call me [Slave Killer], or [Snake Eater]. Evil ghosts that long before they welcomed the masonry of the Ten, when they bought slaves, they killed them in a brutal way, and when they burned the bodies in the courtyard, they also crushed the bones that remained. It was a presence in an evil hobby suspicion that seemed to come out of my dreams just because I asked my bedtime story about the place.

Turn that down, it's not a good name to serve during a meal.

The sickly man, etc. stares at his half-sister as he blues his face and puts his napkin against his mouth. That would be the case, too. If Josephine was right, it would mean that Henrietta lived under that monster. I was in a whirlpool of stories about my hair. Not very much, but you can't possibly not have to collect your ears and eyes.

The proud indulgence of victory surfaced in Josephine's expression. The eyes that look at the surrounding human Henrietta turn to an elegant and resourceful courtier, then to one full of aversion and curiosity. That's how effective Josephine's name was.

"Yes, you're right, ma'am."

But Henrietta said so without incident.

The Countess's spare time disappears like she was poked in the void, and the rest of her family blinks. Uncle Kartan and others had removed the dishes and made flashy noises on the plates in the absence.

She strokes the face then continues.

"No, thanks to him, we have no scratches and no life."

Madame's reaction to the words was intense.

The sound of the dishes, the sound of the glass falling, can be raised in various parts of the table. A tablecloth laid on the table slipped a lot. Josephine unwittingly clenched both fists, but he was caught in the wind and pulled in.

Shin, and the painful silence in his ear wrapped around him.

"What have you done, ma'am? It doesn't look like it's a good idea."

As she put it, Josephine's complexion has changed dramatically. The sloppy, cold sweating, eye-opening, red-black, upside-down look is like a shrimp frog. I even think Henrietta solved the spell under a word where the demon of the evil frog was enchanting herself to the Countess.

- No scratches, I'm connecting my life.

What the hell did all these words mean?

No. Anyone who finds out more or less about the lady can easily make an analogy.

Annamarie and she said she moved to an insecure neighborhood after being evicted from the surrounding apartment, where she was struck by the murders and was not informed. Perhaps the wife was involved in the case as well as the exile play. Otherwise, just one word shouldn't have worked so far. Besides, it is not surprising that a woman possessed by this jealousy would not only detach her concubine and her son from her husband's side, but also hang on to an even more miserable chase.

Uncle Kartan also seems to have understood his intentions on the boulder, pouring clear suspicious eyes on his wife.

"Josephine, you..."

To the roaring voice of the uncle, the lady shook her shoulders with a victory.

If you look, the people around you are also passing a dubious glance at her upset. Ironically, so are the men who are supposed to be her children. The mother's sexuality meant that the child was also familiar.

The ill feelings that had now been poured on Henrietta have been completely bounced back towards the Lady. The second son of the Ovenil family, even an attack that brought up a social taboo called, was in the form of a brilliant cut back.

"... Kiki, I don't feel great. Return to your room…!

The lady tries to kick her seat and get out of the dining room.

The abusively retreated chair made a flashy noise and fell to the floor. Though the remainder of the upset, the chair I used earlier to sarcasm Annamarie's demeanor. It exposed the indifference of its treatment.

"Huh...!

After giving Henrietta a sharp glimpse at the end, Josephine left.

What is left is an awkward atmosphere of painful silence in the ear, and a desolate table.

The uncle sighed, and the man was twilight on the way with his knife and fork in his absence. Look, the dish of food he was eating is falling to the floor and cracking. In the meantime, Henrietta bowed her head deeply as she stood up.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen. At the inviting mornings, it was completely illegal."

"Oh, raise your face, Henrietta. I was invited to it, and others behaved. This is already your house. Huh? Would it?

Uncle Kartan made a cat stroke. Even though it was a voice that I did not consider to be the Count, this appeared in the first meal that welcomed my daughter. Considering how my daughter feels, she'll try to get any bad out of it.

She looked up honestly as if she had exaggerated it.

"Haku - I think your father will take care of you. But I messed up your wife's feelings mischievously. Later, I would like to apologize."

"Oh, no, fine. Until that bad illness came out. I'll pass on your apologies to my wife. It would be better if the horns didn't rise."

"... I'm afraid I'll be bothered by the overlap."

And bow again with a pepper.

Now she has succeeded in making her wife seek immediate forgiveness from her uncle. Though her husband, who can be distracted from time to time, would do more than go out herself. I don't know if I aimed it, but it's a big obituary technique.

Henrietta then walked over to the man's seat. It's a flowing thing, and everyone can't speak up like they've fallen in love.

When she picks up a fragment of a broken plate falling on the floor,

"………… Alchemy:"

I put the time back in its original form, as if I had reversed it.

(Ma, magic!?

The maid was surprised. Indeed, Uncle Kartan was formerly a successful court magician. It is not surprising that its daughter, Henrietta, can use magic. But I didn't expect to fix the damages brilliantly, with little chanting.

"I only shaped and fixed it, so it became thinner and easier to crack than before..."

Quietly lay the dish down without a sound on the table.

To that appearance, the man's eyes sparkled.

"Shh, it's amazing, sister up! Wouldn't it be better if you weren't even modest, look, the pattern is just like it was before it broke. Ah!

"No, I think I imitated the offering. Because your father is a former court magician. I was wondering if you could fix it better than me."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

My uncle's face was a little cramped. Perhaps he can't repair something so broken by hand.

When Henrietta saw her slightly innocent half-brother, she slapped her hand against the housekeepers who refrained behind her back.

"What is it, Master Henrietta?

"The contents are scattered on the fold where the plate fell, and my brother's servings are dirty. … please wipe it or replace it as soon as possible."

It was a crystal clear beauty, a serene word, but there is a compelling force behind it not to say whether or not.

It is an order to push the back of the person under his/her control without compromising his/her elegance. It was the attitude of those accustomed to using the race of servants.

The ordered housekeeper glanced at him like a hack.

"Also, I'm sorry, ma'am"

"Please apologize to my brother. And how long do you intend to wear dirty clothes to the heirs of the Count's family?

"Yes, cleanse immediately!

The housekeeper removes the handkerchief with a frightened body and wipes the dirt from the man's clothes.

The boy turned his bewildered expression to his half-bellied sister.

"Um... isn't that too harsh, sister? That's about it, you can wipe yourself."

"... I don't think so"

In a resolute tone, Henrietta says.

"Those who serve should take the initiative and care to preserve the face of the Lord. Outside because she is leaving the dirt on her clothes unattended and frightened. Not to mention they will have to show the Count's servant, the character of the house they serve, what they deserve."

"Ha ha..."

"If there is a next time, I will scold you too. Tolerance and accommodation are virtues of your species, but good guidance for those who descend is also a noble duty. … but they have been in the Mansion longer than me and others. I'm sure it will never happen again."

It was a painful argument in my ear.

The boulder was only a maid of honor until he returned yesterday. Tough on former peers.

(Wah, I'll be careful, too)

The maid with Henrietta remembered her liver as such.

Somehow, the servant she sees most of the way she works is herself, who comes with you. Again, the right and duty of reprimand belong to Henrietta. If you show a crude imitation, a more far-fetched reprimand must fly than you have just heard.

Its beautiful and terrifying new master bowed politely to the head of the mansion.

"… a newcomer and not yet pardoned by public decency, but offered to transgress"

"Ha ha..."

Uncle Kartan laughs out loud.

It was a voice that seeped surprise, perplexity, and more joy.

"No, brilliant! Whatever you say is best. Yeah, my nose's high even for me."

"Words without body."

Perfect, I thought.

From the maid who serves her, this lady has nothing to complain about.

Knowing the manners of the meal, let the opponent try to antagonize his righteous wife with all his burdens, and show his majesty to the servants as he teaches his righteous brother. He seemed to be the son of a former court magician and master of magic.

And most importantly, a figure of character that makes all that behavior seem natural to her.

I even feel like the best people in the future are probably not even in the royal palace.

(... I'm supposed to serve someone amazing)

He thought so in his heart, narrowing his eyes to the glow that could suppress even his father, Uncle Kartan.

When she returned to the room after breakfast, she exhaled gently.

Behaving as a nobleman is a stiff shoulder. Dressing is difficult to move and I don't rely on it. And most importantly - I miss my neck.

I missed the silver feel I was familiar with. Testimony of servitude, the seal of the covenant, the memorabilia of eleven years with him.

It has been crushed with the Lord's own hands. The cause is her untimeliness. If I had clearly remembered something earlier than eleven years ago, I could have told the Lord about it and prevented this incident. That's what she thinks.

Henrietta Paula Caltan. A ghost of the past, disconnected from her present.

Now I can recall the clarity and the time. Living with my mother, the occasional smile of my visiting father, and the day it was completely destroyed.

One day, she and her mother were kicked out of the house where they lived. I was confused at the time without knowing anything, but perhaps that was Josephine's fornication. Let the slacker, who hired her mother Annamarie, strike her, and make her therefore unrighteous, and banish her from the throne of her concubine. Knowing nothing, Henrietta hadn't noticed anything but swallowing and my mother being depressed until that day. Whatever you're wondering, you know what a six-year-old girl can do.

That's how they beat out the slam splash house ahead. Soon after getting used to a new life that was inconvenient and rough, Josephine appeared. As a surrounding circumstance, take men of poor taste.

The fierce woman was not furry enough to forgive her mistress mother and child to the extent that she was banished wearing wet clothes and stigma. said the woman. Whores are whores wherever they go, he said. As long as he lives, he'll try to get back into the man again and bloom, he said. So take away the heart of allowing such a place to work and the shallow skin that nourishes it.

That's how they were ravaged. He was swallowed by the waves of the men of Josephine, and was offered the sacrifice of a beastly feast.

Now it was Josephine's turn to think that the men were so obnoxious to me. Seeing as Annamarie couldn't stand the rampage and stopped moving with Pickle, she began an obstinate assault on her daughter.

He was carefully and politely crushed in the face so that he could not be mistaken and run out. Once the bones were crushed, they were deliberately cured to distortion by poorly hung magic, tailored to a lump of meat that was not something you could see while you were watching. He showed her the face of the failed work that he could do with his hand mirror. He showed it until he forced his swollen eyelids to open.

If Henrietta Paula Caltan is dead, perhaps at that moment. Neither when she was molested without deciphering the meaning of the act, nor when her mother relaxed and stopped moving.

When you become a fine lady.

When you make a lovely love.

When you become a beautiful bride.

Innocent, innocent, dreamy hope entrusted to me by my mother.

An indicator of life that the young girl vaguely held.

I'm sure that's - the moment she realized it was never going to happen again, she stopped thinking she was human.

When I realized it, I had been sent to the slave market to throw and sell slaughtered pigs.

And I met him.

- What's your name?

I remember being in trouble when a boy I didn't know asked me that in my confusion of consciousness. Henrietta is a human name. I never meant such a thin, dirty chunk of meat. So he answered honestly that he did not know.

The moment I spoke, my last temper fell out and I lost consciousness.

The next thing I woke up was a dim basement. He was stubbornly rubbing his collapsed face in a state of inability to move. There was pain, but I wasn't willing to sue them for it. I'm already just a corpse with a moving heart. It's not a human, it's a wreck that once was. So I don't care if they chop me up or crush me. I want it to be easier as soon as possible. When he thought of it, he fell asleep again after being sniffed a drug he didn't know how to handle.

That only lasted a week.

"- Hey, Number One. Today is finally the day to take the bandage! - '

To his words, she looked up blurred.

I'm not sure what the word means.

Life, which has accumulated over the short years of six years, is already shattered apart. It was even lost to her at that time what a human reaction was.

He is forced to sit in a chair to carry the body and is directed toward the mirror provided. Before this, I had just been heartbroken by the ugly self in the mirror. I don't think anything in particular because it was broken. Shut up and his exchange will remain. I just didn't want to see anything if I could, so my eyes were closed tight.

"- Excellent -"

I heard those words, so I opened my eyes that were closed.

Out of the mirror, a face lost a week ago was looking back at this one.

My chest gets clogged.

No, you're not. I thought I was broken and dead to her, I don't care about the earliest face or anything like that. What really caught my eye was the appearance of a boy standing in line with himself in the mirror. Here and now, someone who shows full pleasure in having her. He who sends affirmations with the whole spirit that you can stay here. [M]

The remains, chased from his daily life, threatened with his life, deprived of his dignity, lost his mother and broken to his face, breathed back for the first time by him.

For the first time, will to live springs to her, who was Henrietta's loose shell. It is not resuscitation, it is birth.

A womb called dim darkness underground. In the wreckage of the poor girl, his joy dwelt and she was born.

I couldn't feel my throat.

'- Thank you, thank you...! -'

My first words were a thank you to him.

Thanks for your help.

Glad to hear it, thanks.

Thanks for staying here.

For such an awkward thank you, he holds her tight.

"- What, I'm the one who wants to thank you! -"

"- You've worked really well to get this far! -"

"- It was a meaningful experiment! -"

Wrapped in warmth, he carves the words into his brain, remembering to smell a slight body odor.

The broken heart made a noise with the kachikachi and was reconnected.

In it, softly, the unknown foreign object of the girl who was once her is disputed.

Or maybe it was something you could call love.

Soon, the recollection had slipped into meeting him.

I don't think she has a choice.

Anyway, nearly twice as long as I've lived as Henrietta, because I've been living my days as his stuff.

possessions to please him, to fill him, and to accomplish his purpose.

She has prescribed herself to be such a being.

But that's over, too.

There is no collar in her neck that indicates his possession.

I remember the last word of the Lord I heard, even though I was tasted there loneliness and loss. The voice I heard when I left the reception room at the main Ovenil residence.

'- Yeah, yeah! That's right! If you're going back, you'd better hurry! -'

You think the Dooes and others said it for the Marquis de Lavalle, but the fruit of it, they were walking down the hallway trying to be drawn to the Caltans, a message to her. Otherwise, even if he is warm and hates excess and inefficiency, there is no way he can raise his voice to the Darkless Arrow Cod.

If you want to go back, you better hurry. That means executing an escape plan without recovering yourself. And by purposefully letting her hear it, I mean things that affect her even when she leaves under him, i.e. heralding plan D execution.

In doing so, it is a directive to die without being understood as self-determination in the midst of a tragedy.

When I think about it, her breasts are tightened tight.

Oh, my God.

(- How merciful of you...)

I didn't know you would give yourself words to forgive your dictatorship, risking being enlightened by that conspirator Marquis, but even corrupted by vice rather than worth it. Even if we do it again, we can get things done just so they don't get suspicious around us.

Now she doesn't have to prolong her reckless raw into a prank. It was not meant to rush to death, but it was tantamount to piling dust and mustard to live a hundred years or perpetuate a thousand years, such as a life that did not serve the Lord. Dust is dust, trying to accumulate enough to be mountains. It's just a subject to be cleaned up quickly for the maid. Again, the Lord makes me deeply grateful that he understands himself.

For all this grace has been given to Wonder, things such as Uncle Kartan's reproach of the LORD must be stopped at all costs. That's what I can do, my last servant before I die. That's what she thought.

The collar has been removed, but only the last fate that was given to him must be done.

And for that,

"May I have a moment?"

"Ah, yes. What is it, ma'am?"

Speaking to your maid, she immediately replied.

"... what is a closed cage in your room, or do you mind if I walk a little in the mansion?

"Yeah, yeah! Go ahead! Nothing is such a reluctance. As your lord said, this mansion is also your daughter's house."

First, make sure there are no problems.

You should walk in the mansion to show your uncle that you're not blocking it, or in the sense of grasping the intervals in case something happens again. That is her decision.

The maid's daughter pulled her hand and opened the door.

"The lady's never lived in this mansion before, has she?

"... Yep"

What happened before I came to this house was an example of a disturbance. Last night will be the first time I've crossed the mansion's lair.

"Well, I'll show you around with a little wonder."

"Please."

Sometimes the mansion of the Count Caltan family is a newly aroused nobleman, or not great for the title. The King's capital, Brossenne, does not have enough land. No, I can also say that it is a narrow and painful city of Ningro for being surrounded by walls on all sides. You mean there's not enough room for a newcomer to set up a large mansion, even though he gave it to the Count?

For that matter, I guess the salary from the royal palace is bouncing. There are plenty of furniture, paintings and other types of conditioning. The masterpiece was a portrait of the uncle, thinking he had a brilliant painter write it loaded with gold. A small sign in the corner of that painting. She also looked familiar in that name. It is the name of a painter who studied even anatomy in order to write realistic figures. One of the Lord's collections must have been something he was in charge of illustrating. The irony of asking a coaxial race to write a portrait of it, whilst hating the Lord who performs experiments on slavery. I don't feel like laughing, but I get an unexpected sigh.

Nevertheless, from what I have seen, there is no unity in the kind of works of art, and in the atmosphere of the corridors in which they are decorated, there is no such thing as harmony. It's just gorgeous. This even seems to be randomly buying expensive or fashionable items. She asked the maid.

"… who is buying these items?

"That's mainly your wife...... after all, they think your daughter is a bad hobby too?

Convinced. Josephine is the wife of a bad bran from before Cartan was awarded Countess status. In other words, it used to be the proper capacity to marry the bastard of the Baron family. Perhaps from a house that is infinitely closer to the civilian population among the nobles. That is the Countess in the birth of her husband. I'm comfortable with the fact that my taste in art is in full swing, and the jealousy-mixed hatred toward low-status women is easy to understand if you think it probably includes inbred hatred.

"I am a dark man in art."

Regardless, opening up such an idea is the source of the commotion. That's what she said and clouded her tea.

"Oh, there's something you're not familiar with, too, lady?

"Naturally. I'm human, too."

Whether you're actually human or not, the taste of art would be a different matter. That aristocratic Opus 04 would have no knowledge of these works of art. I'm ignorant of anything but fems and other things about combat. Dry, who lived longer than two hundred years, also knows that the culture is that of dark elves. Considering that, I wonder if Viktor, who grew up well... or even the main one, is familiar with these aspects in his/her knowledge.

He was indifferent to decorating, but his talent was outstanding in making it. The sketch of the costume design was as easy to imagine the finished object, and it was a realm of soul penetration even from her eyes, such as the creation of Fem, the "work".

With such sentiment, he takes his maid to negotiate the mansion. Well, it wasn't that big a deal. It's just a house with hands and gold hanging on furniture and conditioning. Based on the size of the compartment provided, such as the servant's room, this maid's phrase, "It's not like a lady gets in" is a body that makes people see that it's not humble. I guess I'm considerably forcing myself into a small room to pack a number of people. Now the Marulan slave maids have a better life.

Other facilities that would not be found in other aristocratic mansions include a simple mixing room. It's like the house of a former court magician, but it's also a really tiny one. It wasn't long before she was bought by him in the basement, which was somewhat better. As I thought when I was in Galerin, truly the wizards of the world do not weigh heavily on alchemy.

Taking a walk with that in mind,

"- So please reconsider now!

I heard voices calling out to hysterics, such as

"? How are you, ma'am?

A maid beside him looks at her suspiciously as she stops. Probably didn't sound like this girl. She's also been trained by Rangers from Novo. It's not as common as listening.

"You are deceived! Not sure if that girl is really Henrietta or not!?

The Lord of the Voice was Josephine. That means the opponent would be Uncle Kartan first. Other than that, no one else in this House should be complaining about this content.

After all, I also hear voices disputing Kartan's wife.

"Whatever you say, it's my decision to welcome her into my home."

"That girl must be the one who's fooling you!? There will be sesame seeds just for this Brosenne, such as a brunette green-eyed woman. Do you really think that my living broken up daughter will show up now, etc!?

"Huh. I'll tell you something similar to that [Slave Killer]."

"Maa!? What do you mean?

Josephine raised an incredible voice.

She agrees. I didn't know you would hide that disdain for him when you said you couldn't do it to the Lord and held her back. It's because of him that she was dying in the first place and it's here alive. If my daughter is cute, showing her gratitude to him won't punish her.

"Wow... is that your wife and husband"

The maid also seemed to notice this argument. In the margin, Josephine's words become incandescent.

"Ku...... it is the source of your house breaking down, such as now and recognizing the common man! I've told you many times, we're still gonna make it, aren't we? Immediately, please withdraw your notification of the hearing to the High Court!

Thinking of the quiet in the house, I think Madame's words are the only ones that are right. I cannot rely on the authenticity of this house. I can fix it, like her lord, as long as I'm lacking in my behavior as a nobleman. but from what I saw, I didn't get any hopes for my sidekick either. It is the emergence of a new child, with the lower part unwilling to make up for the shortage of his master. Even if that were a woman, the impact on the future of this House would be enormous. At worst, because my daughter's son-in-law threatens to take my place.

One hand to avoid it is not to do cognition in the first place as Josephine put it. If you know from the edge that there is a cause and the result is a result that is not good, then void the cause itself.

This is the least costly way to go, but I can't stand a uncle blinded by his daughter's cuteness.

"Don't be ridiculous! If you're too strong, you have an idea here too!?

"Think," he said?

"You and that kid, if you say one of them can't stay home..."

"Oh, you!? Oh, my God."

... Look, you're right. Even this, if the will of the Count passes and Josephine is chased home, even the mere scarce authority of his son, the man, is hurt. There are many people who are likely to cause disturbances in your house after that.

And the other thing is - to just give the daughter you took over to your daughter-in-law in a house where you can't or don't need to take over the Count's house. What's the matter with you more than Uncle Kartan won't give up welcoming her into the house?

Her best guess would be - Turius. It has territory in a remote and remote area, on the contrary, it has no influence over the Wang capital, and has a shallow edge with her above all, in addition to having a commensurate character. The uncle will hate it, but around the Marquis de la Valle, who would be its superior, must have been exploring it from the beginning. interfere in Marlan through the Count Caltan family under his control. In the worst case scenario, I would use her presence to make Kartan sue him and bury him... I just thought about it for a second, but the M.O. came up with a lot.

There is no reason to think that there is an opportunity to be his bride. No, some of me would probably confuse the idea. But that's not what Turius wants from her. As far as he is concerned, he would be a wishful opponent, such as Ningro Henrietta Paula Cartan with a nasty tumor.

That's why I gave my life to prevent it in the form of self-determination that made Plan D seem like another killing to her.

(Rest assured, sir. I'll make sure to do it.

Even with her, I meant to. The desire to be tied to him more than his ex, etc., is the remnants of the former Henrietta and not hers today. What she thinks of love - love was not soft enough to settle into such things. A good tool responds to a good user, but it's all about dedicating yourself. It is more out of the question than undesirable, such as fitting into the same equation as a couple.

The untrained to such things led to her being lost, damaged, and pulled away from him, which was being completed as his tool.

Eleven years ago, the ghost cursed not only the wife who created it, but also her birthplace. So we have to cut it off before it even reaches him.

"Ma'am, are you okay?

Return to me in the maid's voice. If I noticed, my daughter beside me looked at this one with a worrying look.

"You were still making it impossible..."

"Let's get away. I don't know when your wife will be out of her room."

That's what I say. I pull her arm. For a moment, I didn't really know what this girl was talking about. Do you think I'm a little sick of Josephine's remarks?

It is a misunderstanding, but there is no point or reason to correct it. When it was more convenient to let that happen, the thought of just making the calculations go around had already returned.

The maid can't get enough of Josephine's words to sit on, and she's still puffy and dissatisfied as she brings her back to her room.

"Your wife sounds terrible, too. Don't you think?

……

"It's also terrible to suspect your daughter's birth... but, you know, it's not a dictation to tell your lord. Let me just be humble with my word butt, and the fruit, isn't it almost commanding form! You know, it's just me -"

"Wait."

I accidentally pinched my mouth. The maid blurts bickerely.

"Hia!? Oh, ma'am? So, did you even make any unpleasant remarks?

It was a stupidity with certain points that did go beyond my share as a servant. But that's good. That's not where she blamed herself.

"What did you just say, my lady?

"To?"

"Again, please repeat"

That's what I order you to do, stare at your opponent and wait for the word.

"Oh, 'you know, it's just me" - "

"Before that."

"Yeah, yeah,..." Just show me the word butt humbly, its fruit, almost in the form of an order, "is it?

……

That's it.

As I realize it, the landscape flashes back last night. It's a landscape of conversation with the Lord.

'- If you stay that way forever, you'll be in trouble. Please, stand back to your point -'

At the end of the day, the conversation had fallen out of my mind because of the words that were used to flaunt Plan D. Dialogue towards her when Turius was there. This... was directed only at the word butt to the countess. I made it so, wasn't it an order to her?

If we are merely ordering self-determination, it is enough to suggest Plan D. Such a long mouth is unnecessary. That's who I think is Turius Shrounan Ovenil.

So, what's the point?

"- Please, stand back to your point -"

Give it back to me. I can see that. When I was myself then, it wasn't something I could see very well. I was so upset that they removed my collar, and I wasn't concerned about the feeling that I would be separated from my husband even before that. In such a mental state, it would not be strange if it were decided that euphemistic orders for self-determination could not be solved either.

But what about next?

'- If your mind calms down, think about it once and for all. How should you...'

- Life is a long time.

(Ah...)

Life is a long time.

In the words I say to the person who ordered me to die, I didn't say no.

He's not going to cut himself off yet.

... So what you have to do is not die. It's not about surviving without doing anything. Is it not to return to him as soon as possible, before the plan is activated!

"... you're smart."

"Yes? What?

Without blinking her eyes into the maid, she sinks into her thoughts.

I thought I was stupid.

I didn't know the answer was hanging in front of me from the start, but it wasn't even a problem in my eyes.

This has a bug in my head, a previous problem. If you succeed in returning, you'll even need to readjust in the lab first.

(Go under your husband, go home...)

A broken part makes a noise and returns to its original location. It resembled a feeling I had tasted eleven years ago, but something was decidedly different from that.

At that time, Henrietta became a uni.

But now, she's back in uni.

Return to him. Put out the ordeal, and go home. I won't let Kartan or Lavalle get in the way. Conditions for this purpose can be fully aligned by the time of stamping.

This mansion has an 'array', and above all this city is Brosenne.... It's a hunting ground for the [Silver Wolf] that I've been used to for years.

Uni looked up resolutely.

And I think.

Let's get moving tonight. I don't really have time for my next job.