Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

I'm not going to make a liking or disliking of one of the aristocrats very much. It's no use saying that you don't like one thing or like it all the time in your relationship at home.

On the contrary, we're not going to get along any better than we need to. Because if you're dating a nobleman, you basically live just on the upper side. If you don't like the majority, you don't hate it, you fall into the category that doesn't matter.

It's me in that stance, but for the first time in my life, no, to the second person, a disgusting person appeared.

"Unfortunately, I'm not aware of the engagement."

Allowing Jill to refrain on the side, I responded clearly to Count Ementhal's son.

We just met, but I think it's awesome in a way to make me hate this far. I guess I can't help it. - Or something. I'm done, but he couldn't.

It was Sir Alfredo who hated him for the first time because of it. I'd like to make you say it personally, yes. Though better than Count Emmental's son for not being physiologically averse.

You say the opposite you like is indifference, then the Count Son hasn't fallen to the bottom yet, that's how you'll see it. But I honestly don't care what happens when he buys his father or Jill's anger. It's indifferent in that sense, because if you say you don't like it, it's going to develop into a personal danger if you leave it to deal with it.

"Hey, can I ask why?

"I'm sorry to marry you for your disrespect. It would be rude to touch a woman's body with no forgiveness."

Half serious, half pre-built. If I honestly said I didn't like it because of my physiological aversion, it would be a problem. It's impossible to talk to a woman as soon as you meet her, because she's not the prince of the story. Your Highness has given up already, I don't hate it.

This kind of story should be in writing in the first place, not directly, and it should also come from asking the father, who is the current owner, then setting a date and attaching the promise. It would suddenly be weird to push me to get married or something. He must have come for his father's absence.

I'm not even being polite. I'm not stupid enough to marry a house, and it's not cheap. Did you think you were incapable of judging because you were a child, or are you licking it?

"Then the man will be with you! Aren't you familiar with it!

"I have permission from Master Liz. You can touch it, right?

"Yes."

It is not for a squire to be intimate with his master, but this place is not a public place. And Jill's about to get angry, so I smile and nod and tangle my fingers in Jill's fingers.

Jill strokes his head with a gentle smile, and doesn't even try to hide his frightened face when he sees the Earl Son. Jill seems to have been pioneering after all, and he was returning his interest to Jill.

The Earl's son was taken aback by our friendly sight for a moment, then turned his face bright red like a ripe tomato. You must have found out you're being ridiculed. Actually, I mean stupid, but stupid. What happens if you turn your father or Jill against your enemies... even though there was a good example before.

My eyes, not even trying to hide my greed, captured me, and then the Count Son threw the bright white gloves he was wearing under Jill's feet.... No, really... that's a lot of part to go into. Don't you know Jill's current identity?

"Apply for a duel! If you refuse, your position will be corrupted!

"You refuse. Because I'm not noble in the first place."

"Become!"

That's right, dueling is a way to solve problems between nobles. Unfortunately, Jill is not noble or anything right now. It's just a squire serving me.

Or am I that much of a nonetheless desirable person? I guess that's an excellent property in my position.

"Don't even know that. It hurts one stomach to challenge a duel."

"Jill, you can't do that. It's pathetic."

Jill is smiling and poisoning. Lately, I started to wonder if Jill was a belly-black person, a little mean to me, but he's kind and dependable.

The Earl's son was puffy and shaking his shoulders at Jill's words. Because it's obvious you're being ridiculed.

Well.

From here, right? You won't sign up for a duel as long as you keep pulling back. The obsession with young girls is a good nuisance this way, so I want you to stop.

"So, Dear Zelais, what about the treatment that I was offered a duel"

"Become, Master Liz!?

"'Cause you're not gonna back off like this."

I've put a stop to Jill saying no, but as I said, I don't think this guy will honestly pull back. If you're obsessed with me, I'm going to look at the gap and kidnap you. I don't want to kidnap you anymore.

Then it's still better to duel and publicly reject the demands.

"No deputies, if Master Zelais and I are going to duel, we will accept"

"Ha, where you want to be"

Seeing what I look like, the Earl's son nods nastyly with his mouth edge lifted. Well, I'm weak from what I look like, and obviously a child. Plus they treat you like a helpful or weak lady in a kidnapping case, so you don't even expect to lose dew.

As far as I'm concerned, I hope you stay alert. If you think I'm a poor, protective child, that's fine. The Earl Son is also the Earl Son who doesn't think that there is a back for a child to say such impotence.

The stigma of losing a duel doesn't disappear inside. But where I lost, the fact that I beat my child by no means means turns to the Count Son. The pity of signing up for a duel with a kid.

Well, I'm not going to lose any more.

"Dear Liz, if Master Velph finds out about this impotence,"

"That's okay, because your father will intervene and this will be over."

I'll be scolded for sure, but that's good if you want to solve it. If you argue that this kind of raw thing started pushing me because my father was opening the house in the first place, he'll shut me up.

"Is it better this way to decide the date and place of the duel? If only the witness could. I swear to God, I'm asking you to be fair."

"I don't mind that."

The Earl Son, who nodded in my words, laughs delightfully. Probably imagine the sight of a mosaic if the average person sees it, thinking about what happened after winning. I don't feel good, but leave it. If you stay immersed in happy dreams.

You don't know the phrase "for the calculation of uncatched raccoons," do you, this man?

Next door Jill was holding her forehead and sighing. Then pitiful eyes. Well, it's obvious which one you're pitying, isn't it?

'Cause I'm Jill's best apprentice, right?