Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I'm Too Busy Mastering Magic!

First of all, I told your father the truth, but I didn't cover up the Rouge connection.

About being abetted, sneaking into the study, about that paperwork, and the blackmailing fingertips that followed.

Furthermore, I spoke as much as I could recall from that day until now about Luge's guidance to his parents and his pursuit of me.

"We'll talk all at once, so we don't need a relationship. First, listen to me as I am."

I asked him, but until I finished talking in the middle of the conversation, your father has elbowed himself to the bed and he has become a gendopose and remains silent.

Furthermore, the temperature in the room is dropping gawdly whether something magical is responding to your father's emotions.

Awesome cold air coming up from around your father's feet, is this okay? It's not just before the magic outburst or anything...?

As for that and my own sudden recovery, I decided that I heard something in my dreams. I can't tell the boulder that it's because the SAN value (sanity) has recovered greatly from remembering the past life...

"My energy and strength to live are finally exhausted, and I thought I was going to die. If it bothers you any more, that's good... That's when in my dream, I heard something. It's too early to be called to heaven."

It's a frigid story while I'm at it, but around there, your father used to shrug his nose while he was in the gendo pose. He's crying, and he probably believes me.

Or because magic and spirits exist in this world intellectually as Alice, it is not so unnatural to say that you heard God's voice or that he was whispered to you by spirits and ancestors.

The cane fantasy element around here is what I want to get rid of that poisonous woman and then study hard.

Well, your father, who had been in a gendo-pose for a long time, raised his face.

The pins and air stick together.

My eyes are like crying, but my expression is on my face as an Orculus principals.

"Do you believe that maid?

With my father's expression I found out the answer. I guess that's what it's all about, because you have a father's face you're ready for.

Then I'll just tell them what I want too.

"I love your father and your mother. And I believe you love me. Then I can tell you the truth about Rouge and so on… either way."

It's a lie.

The heart that has lived as Alice is crying. The soft part of my heart, still underdeveloped, is screaming.

That's why I'm so calm and so tearful.

When I thought it was dark in front of me, my father was holding me tight.

My father, who got up to bed, envelops me like a cuddle.

"Alice, as your parent, I love you very much. Even if the analogy begins differently from other parents and children..."

My father told me that so that I could slowly put my soul into it.

I replied to it with a gentle hand on my father's back.

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I had a hug for a while and realized the love of my parents and children, but the sound of a knock made me go home.

My father releases his hand with regret and returns to the antique chair beside the bed.

By the way, the cold air in the room was fogging safely when we hugged each other.

It tickled me to stroke my head when I left.

"Is that Alphonse?

Yes, and I heard a reply, and Mr. Alphonse came into the room with permission to enter.

"Have you paid and stopped?"

"Yes, it's done. I'm offering not to let anyone drop by on this one. What shall I do?

My father asked me with his gaze what I wanted to do, so I snorted.

"Yeah...... right. Alphonse, you know where this kid comes from. Come on in and talk to me."

Oh, my God, did Mr. Alphonse also know about my origins?

As I was closing my eyes, Mr. Alphonse panicked.

"Become...! Sir, why did you tell that story in front of the lady...?!

"Alice had been informed of everything about herself two years earlier. That's why I woke up to tell this story and asked for a paycheck."

"!! Oh my God... no... who the hell...!

Mr. Alphonse trembles and holds his head, incredible. Yeah, well, a five-year-old...... he was three at the time. It's livestock business to rose such truth at the age of three, isn't it?

Anyway, for that reason, I explained to Mr. Alphonse how it worked.

Usually Mr. Alphonse does his job gracefully and burly with a calm settling in, but he is quite busy crying, angry and depressed as the story unfolds.

When Mr. Alphonse burned in anger, for some reason, the temperature in the room also rose gushing, and behind him emerged a mirage-like moya, but when your father, who guessed something, shrugged and waved his fingers, the cold wind blew and returned to the flat temperature.

Woohoo! Fantasy!! I want to focus on my fantasy fast but now my mouth chuck!!

Mr. Alphonse became the same gendo pose as his father as he talked in his brain fussing like that. It's a secret that I just laughed a little inside.

And it was so complete that when I saw my father flicker while explaining it to Mr. Alphonse, I turned away. I didn't know earlier in the gendo pose......

In the scene I am threatened with, an icy glance at the void with an even sophisticated grin as to whether something has broken its limits. Let's see, Rouge, it's definitely a killer man. It's like a demon king's hegemony.

My father was kind of fresh, not to say negative, to me when I was just looking at him as if he was frustrated with family problems. Definitely pissing me off......

Well, at the end of the conversation in advance, Mr. Alphonse, who was sinking, stood up loosely and thanked me for the perfect 90 degrees.

"Ma'am, this time my men deserve to die. I do, and I am so sorry. And I didn't realize when the lady was in pain, and I didn't realize that she'd been cornered for longer, and I couldn't do anything to help. I apologize."

In a bitter voice, Mr. Alphonse continues. And then I turned to your father.

"Sir, there is no more excuse for not knowing who the mansion is as a butler. We will take any action after this is completely over."

"Right. Then let's get rid of it."

I turned my gaze back to your father. Your father stares at Mr. Alphonse with eyes that don't make him feel emotional.

"Yes, I did. Once you are completely at rest and have taken over, do whatever you want..."

Mr. Alphonse bowed his head again with a ready face.

"Oh, right. In my opinion, it will take another 70 years to finish, so please don't hesitate until then."

Mr. Alphonse looked up bah.

Your father looked like a jerk. And whine like tired.

"For the Auculus family, there is no butler more than you. I cannot therefore take over. So I won't allow you to retire until you have a happy marriage and have a solid butler's succession."

"Dear Siegmund..."

Mr. Alphonse is trembling with emotion. A loose tear fell from his lowered head.

"If I have to retire you, I'd rather quit the Lord first, and my husband and father. I couldn't find out what happened to my daughter or why my wife was so sick."

"I don't like that!

I said aggressively.

"Your father endured all along, and he kept loving me and your mother! I like that your father is your father!!

In fact, it is. How patient and affectionate of your father, from what I've seen of modern Japan, which is divorced lightly.

"Besides, I was watching Mr. Alphonse support your father and mother. Mr. Alphonse was here, so I've been here! Me too, Deacon prefers Mr. Alphonse!

It was me screaming what I thought, but when I heard the words, your father and Mr. Alphonse covered their eyes with woo.

I declared it to both of us because I couldn't get on with the story.

"Uh, anyway... I love both your father and Mr. Alphonse. It's only regretting myself that I couldn't get back on my feet quickly, and I don't resent anything about my family. So take out the bad guy with you!

Luge, let's kill him! When I wrapped it in the Yatsubashi Bridge because I can't say it characteristically, the air between your father and Mr. Alphonse changed.

"I'll take care of it, lady, and now it's time for you, Deacon, to wipe out the beasts that nest in your mansion, even in exchange for your life."

Yes, when Mr. Alphonse was sure to declare, the ambient temperature grew much higher as the emotional dawn earlier. Mr. Alphonse's deep red hair flutters.

Red tea eyes were shaking in the flames of determination.

Your father continued to lose.

"As Siegmund Stefan Auculus, the owner of the Auculus family, I promise you this time you will not go wrong. Let us promise only the end our beloved daughter desires."

This one also coincided with the expression of emotion, with hair with a light ice colour shaking into the cold air blown from nowhere.

Pale eyes host a beautiful, bottomless light.

Thus, your father and the butler formed their strongest allies.