Tanaka family, reincarnated.

"What do you mean? Robert, I should have left the cookout to you. Why should the royal family write to me like this?"

The day after the night club, Robert was called by his father to go to the study.

There was a high list of letters of contents in which my father, who had created a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, pointed to the cooking deficiencies carried out by the Lance family.

"I always told you not to impersonate the Lance family name... I'm disappointed."

"... I'm sorry, Father"

Robert doesn't see the color of reflection on what he apologizes for.

Cooking up in the first place should be done responsibly by my father, now Duke.

Isn't it too unreasonable to say that because you don't want to do it and push it and scold me if something goes wrong?

I would say that there was a flaw in the way my father did it, because he ordered servants to cook it out, just like what my father was doing.

But there's no way I can answer my father.

This is happening because he tells the king that he doesn't want it at the night club.

Emma Stewart............ just remembering makes me angry.

It's all his fault.

Watch it now, I'll match your painful eyes at school tomorrow.

After his father's sermon, Robert had summoned Brian and proceeded to the back of the garden of the wide Duke of Lance family.

"Master Robert? Where are you going? The fact that a letter from the royal family came to the Lance family means they may come to my house tomorrow, so I'd like to work out measures..."

It was Brian's house that cooked out the week before the Lance family.

Having listened to Robert, Brian has a head that he wants to manage without getting angry.

"Shut up, just follow me. You're gonna be pissed off anyway, isn't it more efficient to get ready for revenge?

Rejecting Brian's appeal, Robert slowly moves deeper into the back of the garden.

When we get here, few servants even serve the Lance family step in. Along the way, he reached a sturdy keyed fence and stopped his leg saying it was a dead end, but Robert took the key out of his pocket and went inside the fence again.

"Ro, Master Robert? What the hell is this place? Where are you going?

Even though he walked fairly well, Robert keeps going down the path in the grassy, thriving woods as he unlocks the keyed fence several more times after that.

Brian had only a bad feeling about the fence, which appeared as he progressed, being so strict in security that he wondered if it was becoming a robust thing and locking even first-degree grand criminals up.

"This is the last time. There's something in here that Emma Stewart cries out at."

Even Robert's face, who laughs hiccup, pulls on.

So much, I wish I didn't have to go if I was a nasty potato, but being scolded by my father means I'm pregnant with the risk of losing eligibility for tracing if I do poorly.

Especially since Robert has a lot of cousins, and he has as many instead.

I'm Robert, who came this far with all my heart wanting to get revenge on Emma for making the cut that makes me stand in such a predicament, but I hesitate to turn the last key.

"After all, let's go home, Master Robert. It's still better to do a preview of tomorrow's demonology."

Demonology teachers are scared.

I can't fall asleep without being able to answer my questions.

"Hmm. There's no way I'm freaking out like this. Brian, look, let's throw this at him."

Kiwi and Robert open the last fence.

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Brian peeks inside the fence saying that there would be no danger if an object the size of which could be thrown.

It was dim, blinking a few times and getting used to the eyes, and it was made like a sunroom, with plants that I had never seen growing.

"Dear Robert... what are you throwing... so... su..."

Casa Casa Casa Casa Casa Casa... Brian solidifies his vision of the black thing that crosses in front of him.

What's that? What?

What the fuck?

It was also at the feet of Casa Casa and Brian.

"Ugh!!!!

The moment he sees it, Brian screams with too much disgust.

Oh, my God, oh, my God... No, what the hell is that?

"Rororororororo-ro, Master Robert, that stuff......... is it okay to throw it? If I were you... what... are you the devil? You are!"

You know, I've never seen anything nasty.

Throw me an array?

There is also the possibility of injury.

A warrant in school, throwing an array at a warrant that's now starting to be called the Virgin?

You're not gonna die in shock or anything, are you?

"Hey, Brian. Now gather your asses. Ah, the number of Yu's is more powerful. Do you want me to pack it in this box and flip it over from the top?"

Robert is laughing with a hint of fun.

What kind of torture is that?

Faster than they thought they'd give me a thong. I stuffed that in a box for both of us, fighting the cold coming at me with Zowazova.

"The crying appearance of Hihihihiema Stewart comes to my attention............"

Robert's high laugh was echoing in the empty sunroom.