Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

"Happy Birthday this time, Miss Lisbett"

"Thank you"

In a troublesome greeting to count the number of people, I modestly pasted a smile on my face that looked superb when I went out.

Basically, we don't get along much because of overprotective squire and parents, but there's still something called dating that we have to do. It is also important to keep connections to various aspects if you are aristocrat in the first place, and I was too exceptional.

By the time you're twelve years old and you look out into the outside world, the official debutante is still the one, but it can be called for birthday parties and such.

Sometimes they were blindfolded at His Highness's birthday party and so on, and a lot of people come rubbing off without having to do anything to be Marquis in the first place. To be honest, it's annoying.

Turning a calm grin to an extent that does not deviate from my physical age, I appear to have been favorably reflected in the son of a nobleman who came to greet me. Even though they seem to be about the same age as adults, their age doesn't change much. It would be about the same age as His Highness.

I do think he was the son of some Earl. You don't even feel Sir Fernea was taking him.

He smiles back at me. Well, I know it's a purposeful smile, and so am I.

"Miss Lisbette is turning twelve today, isn't she? You're very calm."

"Really? Thank you, my father tells me I'm still restless."

Mostly out of habit. Take Jill to the castle town with the courtesy of the Magic House. And I'm buying and eating and playing... and I'm still studying society. It's just a game.

I love and read flowers very much at home like a lady, but it moves to such an extent that Jill keeps an eye on me when I'm afraid that I'm going to do something about it.

By the way, laughing with care to ensure elegance is indispensable, the Earl's Son laughs happily if he thought it was a joke. Unfortunately, I'm not as handsome as you might imagine, am I?

The Count Son has a refreshing grin to match me, but his eyes look at me as he colors me.

Of course, it's not a very pleasant gaze, because I know where that focus is. Mostly around the face and chest.

My face is well, Father, Mother. I have a sense of being quite neat because I give in, and my approximate child is adorable in the first place. It's a child correction.

... I hope you don't look at the chest too much, because it's very unpleasant.

Thanks to a corset tightened to a cucumber and as much meat as possible, it is once finished with a well-developed twelve-year-old chest. I wonder if there's anything subtly valley like it.

The dress with the visible design of the decorte is adorable for being cute, but it will still be early for me. Or a corset I'd like to take off quickly.

There's no reason to say "don't look at me" in front of a customer, so I sigh inside with a loving laugh for others.... a birthday party or something. I wish I didn't have to. Even Jill's not here.

The squire, who is always on the side, will not accompany you all day. Watching me a little further away. Even though I'm smiling, my gaze toward the Count's son is a little harsh. As much as I can tell, well... is it good?

"With that said, I heard Miss Lisbeth was close to Her Royal Highness Eurice."

"Your Royal Highness and I... well, as may be pleasant, we are close"

A slightly squeaky circumference when you smile with love on your eyes and mouth. He must have been listening, surprised that he affirmed his relationship with His Highness.

"He's such a wonderful friend I don't have."

I kept on smiling because it seemed like a hell of a misunderstanding. Forgive me for saying that I am good for both myself and His Majesty, although I am familiar with friends and such with the Son of Man who can unite the country.

Modestly, but clearly, to me, the relief around me arrives. Both men and women sighed because many girls wanted to marry His Royal Highness. Polygamy is allowed, this country is.

On the contrary, the man seemed relieved that I was free. Well, from the standpoint, it's a good property, and I'm the daughter of His Majesty's katana existential Marquis. I'm not saying in front of the people who expect it to happen.

"Then, Miss Lisbett, if you'll excuse me."

"Liz, you were here."

The voice I am used to hearing hangs so as to block the words of the Count Son. Nice timing by accident, and I almost got it in my mouth.

"Oh, Cecil. You're here."

"You must be the one who called me"

Cecil, who gives it back without hesitation, was fresh on this occasion.

You look a lot like an adult, Cecil, dressed in a formal outfit. Whether you have a special set or a hairstyle that leaves some forehead and strokes it behind is also one reason why you feel more grown up than usual.

Cecil, you too are impressed to see what I look like...... instead of pulling my cheeks, now I will see the Count Son standing. Look at me again as I follow the gaze of the Count Son and let Jill slip his gaze even further.

It was a real moment, so I don't know what the two of you had in mind... but the eye contact seems to have established the conversation. Without a heart or Jill's smile getting tough, Cecil, you seem a little troublesome though.

"I need to talk to you a little. I'm sorry, Lord Gusta, but I'll borrow her."

"Yes, sir"

There's no way to go against what you say, Cecil, assuming it's the Duke's son.

Pretty frightening, the surroundings, including the Count's son. Because we and Cecil don't get along well with your house. It's famous. And yet you must have been pressured by us to be close.

Cecil, your offer is convenient, or Cecil, you would have done the same for me. Cecil, thank you for reading the air.

"You're too defenseless."

Cecil, you took me out to the terrace. That's what I was told at the opening.

"You would have done the right thing."

"That's exactly what I was about to reveal."

"Then just say no. Thanks to you, Jill's got me."

"Oh, did Jill hit you after all?"

"Otherwise I'll do this on purpose."

Well, Cecil, you don't like to stand out, and you don't want to talk to me, the main one, for once. I'm surprised you came even today. Because I was wondering if you would come.

I know you asked Cecil because Jill won't be able to stop you directly, but Cecil seems like a good nuisance to you.

But Cecil, I think you and Jill have been bonding in strange places lately, or I think Cecil is treating you like a good person. I guess the normal position is the opposite, even based on the original position.

"Jill's overprotective too..."

"I'm gonna over-protect that. You, too."

"Really? Yeah, but today's really helped. Because my gaze was unpleasant."

Cecil, I didn't even need to fix it in front of you, so I mouthed my honest thoughts and clapped my shoulders. The terrace is separated from the hustle and bustle of the hall and only the calm night air fills the area. That's why I got zero for real.

I won't put it on my face, but I don't like to be seen staring at my body. I subtly don't deserve today's, but I still don't like what I don't like.

If you can be seen as a paedophile, I don't have a problem leaving it still, but not when there's greed there. It's not called cleanliness, and I understand it. Still, it was unpleasant to be stared at in part by someone else you didn't even know.

"... because you dress like that too"

"I didn't choose this, either. Nothing, Cecil. I don't mind if you see some..."

"You got a better problem over there."

"Really?

Cecil, you're not the type to look at, and you're the kind to look away. You look like me in a weird place and you're an adult, but there's you, Cecil, who looks pure.

If it's enough to be tricked, this one needs to be a little embarrassing. We've known each other since we first met. Sometimes it comes with a hug.

"Can I hold anything? They sent it to me, so I knew it."

"Stop it! I'll tell your squire later!

"... it was a joke. And Cecil, you don't have to listen to Jill, do you?

Jill feels pretty tough on you, Cecil. Or around. I don't think that's supposed to work.

... I appreciate you worrying about me, but you can't threaten me. I have to be clear with Jill later.

Cecil, you look at me and you sigh.

"... I dare you, it's time you noticed. I shouldn't have pulled myself away from him."

"... Huh?

"It's a strange story to get out of my mouth, but you can't make him a squire, there's too much public and private confusion. I'm sorry Velph didn't say anything."

Well, you should blame me for my attitude, but Cecil added that you looked a little tired.

... Jill can't be a squire. Public-private confusion, is it?... No, I wonder.

"... you don't seem to know what's wrong with you, so you can say it from me. He's too obsessed with you. That's beyond the position of squire."

"... Jill...?

"Let me tell you as a friend, until you're grown up, you're allowed to imitate that."

Cecil, it was the tone that pushed you away, but not the cold voice. Ning Ro, it was a sympathetic voice.

... When I grow up, Jill won't be able to touch me. Now, because I'm a child, I'm forgiven.

It is strange that Jill and I in a subordinate relationship should be in close contact with each other. That's what they say, I realized.

"... I'm not going to blame you. I just said it as a piece of advice."

"... yeah"

"Oh come on, don't look like you're going to cry. Damn, you sound like I'm the villain... that and this is Jill's fault too. I'll just tell him to put on the bully."

What, and Cecil scratching my neat hair? I thought the treatment of me as the star was terrible, but you're still comforting me with this.

To you, Cecil, the clumsy consolation, I'll just laugh and look out for the hall. The hall was busy without me and looked like fun.

"... if I don't have to be here, I'd like to run away to a place where no one knows."

"Hey, this is the lead."

"It's a joke. I didn't get a word of congratulations from Cecil in the first place."

"Okay. Sorry.... Happy Birthday, Liz"

Cecil, you scratched up your own hair, too, and then you gave me that back with a soft look sometime.

Cecil, you look like a bumpy, tough guy to attach, but the roots are very good people. At least not as much as you worry about me.

... I, too, wondered if I should change the way I treated Jill, how dare you, I turned my foot in the hall with you Cecil.... Speaking of which, Your Highness is not here.