Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

I don't hate moving my body. I like you more or less. Liz suspects me of pulling, but I exercise at the Mansion.

I do a lot of swordsmanship, and I don't like it, but I can do it better than the decorative knights around there. They're mostly useless.

Lorraine's been telling me about Ruby, and I think I can do it there.

That's only compared to those knights there.

The shock coming from the overlaid sword is intense and heavy.

Play your opponent's sword by paying off your slender sword vigorously, enjoying that every sword is going to be blown away if you lose your mind.

When I praised the guy who was jumping back and putting his sword together, Jill's guy looked at him with a cool face where he had that power.

Fire magic flew in without getting my hair in, so I wrap water magic around my sword and cleave it. For a moment the fireball took my sight, and the moment I was clear, Jill was no longer at the end of my sight.

Shit, I sound like a sword in my tongue. It was a reflexive reaction, but Jill was descending his sword from the side, apparently not a mistake.

Since it is a simulated sword of a tree, it is not dangerous as long as it is not aimed at the head or cut through the chest... Missi, around the area where a strong impact hit the wrist due to the unpleasant noise from the tree, I can see that it hurts greatly if it hits me.

This is horrible because the other person seems to be being careless.

A haunted monster, he groaned, in the form of a sword flushing, in the face of the paralysis of his hand holding the sword as he put it only in his mouth. That doesn't mean he's going to fall apart, and Jill tries to tap a sword into his torso with his hands to give back.

Though Jill's legs were soaked with the magic of the water he had left behind as he jumped away, Jill stepped in this direction, anticipating it.

I can't use magic without recoil. There are moments when I can't react. Most humans have recoil after the use of witchcraft, and swordsmanship and witchcraft cannot be used together in the White Soldier War because there is probably a problem there.

Yabe, when I thought, my sword was blown, and Jill's sole was stuck in her belly.

I know you're considerably less on the other side, kicks that aren't stepping in enough to do everything you can, still with a pretty big blow.

I get blown away as I indulge in vomiting and roll down the ground. Damn, he could've stopped you now. I cut it in my mouth, and my stomach hurts and it sucks.

"Are you all right?

Liz, who was watching a mock fight, rushes over to see me with my back on the ground and my stomach under control. I'm ashamed to be seen pitiful... Liz didn't seem to think so and was peering into this one with a purely worrying face.

I tried to keep my mouth shut because this guy with the plain pain panicked, but I touched my stomach without hesitation to make sure of the wound, so I glanced at him. Oh, there you go. This guy comes to his abdomen with a painful face even though he's not hurt in any way.

Now that I know it's too late to look good, I'll let Liz like it when it's better to have it cured.

Liz drops her anxious glance at me, as she peeps. This guy is a sweet guy who doesn't like people getting scratched, so I didn't really want to show him where they get hurt.

"I thought it would be a mistake to use magic knowing there was a gap."

"Shut up, I know."

Naturally frowning at Jill as she approaches me with the same flat face.

I do a mock fight and think again that this guy has some crazy basic specs. Magic power is good at controlling things that don't extend to me or Liz, and if it's just control, the level that reaches Velph within it. Swordsmanship is no match for a fellow knight. How many men are you following, Liz?

"... who the hell are you?"

"I'm a squire."

Find out what it means to be stubborn and then come back out.

The pain is coming, so when I wake up, my anxious, swinging eyes are still looking at me, so I'll give them a stroke to reassure them. Jill narrowed her eyes for a moment because she could see horizontally, so she wanted to offend me about how overprotective it was.

"... you, you're definitely being assassinated or something"

I came to this house as an assassin.

He's a former assassin.

Ex-target (Liz) who is slightly in tune with the ex-assistant (Jill) who answered softly. I think it's something wrong or something, but I guess this is normal for these guys.

He manages to arouse the facial expressions that are likely to attract him, pretending to be faceless, and rises up.

Your whole body is dirty with dirt, and this is going to look disgusting to the maid when you get home, sighs. My brother's going to say something, too, but that doesn't matter. I guess it's odd for the son of a nobleman raised in a box to be soiled.

I'm relatively used to getting dirty with blood and dirt, but my brother isn't. My brother, who's been taken care of the opposite of me, doesn't have to go into action.

"If you're that strong, you can't beat the guy."

"No, not yet. It's not enough to protect Master Liz or win what you want."

Sounds good when it comes to uplifting, but honestly Jill would be too obsessed with this guy. If that doesn't hurt Liz, I'll leave you alone. If you want to stop it, Verph will stop it.

Liz says "he's a hard worker" like he's a little troubled, but I guess Liz herself is conscious of being obsessed. Though you don't understand that's what comes from love.

Although I don't hate Jill's willingness to go and get it from the front without making a fait accompli, it's only a heavy shackle for Liz if the degree goes by. If I may, I don't want it to be just the result of hurting this guy.

"... that's tough, can Jill do something about it"

"I know."

"... well, I'll keep my backup for once. If you can't, it'll turn me around."

Jill's eyebrows moved tingly, I can see it.

But it's true. Unless Jill gets Liz out of her strongest birdcage, it's gonna be my job to get her out of that birdcage eventually. In the form of political marriage.

Liz, they're not opposed to anything else, and they catch up with the family. Unless Jill hits me, I'm gonna be the one to deal with it. Though Jill would have a terrible dissatisfaction with it.

"Try not to."

"... I will"

Although Jill doesn't hate me, I feel more alert lately. I want to laugh at him with my nose when my heart is narrow, but I'll stop because my eyes are so cold I can smile.

Liz says she doesn't know what's in our conversation.

I didn't have a subject, but there's something good to understand with air... just twisting my neck in wonder. Jill's struggling bluntness is also a snort.

Well, Liz, we've been together since we were little. We're pretty far apart in age, so I guess Dew doesn't even think we're being directed at that kind of emotion. Or do you filter your mind because you don't want to even notice it?

"... I think I've become a guardian over time..."

"What, Mr. Cecil, are you going to be your brother? Ruby would love that."

Liz, who speaks of subtly deviant feelings, excitedly gazes at this one with anticipation. Stop it, who's your brother?

"Ruby, Cecil, you're going to be my brother!

"Wait! If Velph asks you, you're sure to be misunderstood!

He's supposed to be at his house today, and if he hears you say that, he'll smile slightly and say, "Are you going to be my son-in-law or my wife? It's decided to chill out."

For Jill, there's a wall that needs to be overcome, but it's a wall that has little to do with me. Jill is a Liz of Being who can't get over it unless she gets over it.

I don't want people to hear what I can say so they can take it. Jill's face gets dark and she's in a bad mood. When it comes to Liz, I think he makes it easy to tell.

Liz was laughing innocently at me for suppressing Liz and blocking her mouth trying to rush out.

Don't even know people's minds, I tried to be evil, but it was something Liz was laughing at so much fun that I stopped and left the chops on my head.