Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

About two days after I woke up, we got into a big mansion.

I can see a large mansion in the shape of a co and about 3 separate buildings in the back.

As for the aristocratic mansion, I thought it was in the heart of downtown, but it was built more secluded than I thought.

The mansion is surrounded by wooded trees, outside of which are fields.

It was this mansion that followed with a side view of the rich countryside.

The mansion itself is like a stone castle, normally a stone building has a connection between stone and stone, but there is no connection to this building, to make a house, it feels like a big stone.

Probably a gift of magical technology.

While we were here, we went through places like town, but the buildings there were also basic technology.

"Surprisingly, it's an idyllic place."

"Really? But I still want a quiet place where people live. All the other nobles are like this. Well, the nobles who live in the king's capital are different."

Mr Claude, who replied so, must have been relieved that he had finally arrived at his parents' house, he was one of a kind in the carriage, but now he has a full laugh.

The carriage you were riding earlier is currently being carried somewhere by your man, Mr. Smith.

Mr. Claude wants to pamper himself with his tired clothes by hand after loosening his body around his arms and neck.

Mr. Claude had a white shirt and a black vest and trousers, which were so neat that he couldn't even see them when he was slightly pampered.

Me too, just in case, get dressed. Even so, the hem I was wearing in Galligari Village is a piece that I would love to see a lowly t-shirt, so no matter what you do, it feels untidy, just in case.

I also tried to get my hair done with my hands, but my all-you-can-stretch hair spreads its medusa-like hair all the way around my navel.

It wasn't like I could handle it with my hands.

Mr. Claude rang the bell in anticipation of each other's readiness, and a young woman like the maid appeared through the door.

Mr. Claude and I looked familiar, and after greeting him like, "Master Claude, welcome home," he bowed respectfully to the mansion and was led to the guest room.

In the meantime, my presence is ignored.

I don't even have eyes for this maid-like woman. Shit, upper class maids are frightening.

Since you don't look at me at all, the maid doesn't see me, rather I was paranoid, but she prepared a drink for me, so apparently it's visible to my eyes.

Nevertheless, this prepared thing is tea! Yeah, this cute incense, for sure. There's tea in this world, too, right? Good find.

When I was in the countryside, I was drinking yomogi tea and whatnot herbal tea with wild grass, but after all, tea is good too.

"Lew, this drink may be a little bitter for a child, but melting this sugar will make it sweet and tasty."

Pochari. Mr. Claude dropped one squared sugar in my cup.

Come on, if I were sugar-free, what would I do?

Well, I'm a sweetheart, so thank you. I'd rather have a couple of them later.

"It's sweet and delicious, Master Claude. Thank you."

After I had a cup of tea, I thanked Mr. Claude, and he looked satisfied with my head. This guy is basically sweet.

Although it's hard to tell if you're just a child lover or a lollicon.

Nevertheless, the feeling of this mansion, too different from the village of Galligari.

The cup is also ceramic and the spoon is probably made of silver. Brightly colored flowers can be made of a vase made of glass, plus windows! I had no idea that ceramics and glass products were in this different world when I was in the village of Galligari.

What is this unequal society, too much? Maybe some mechanical products...

Then I thought I heard the bummer and the noise from outside the room, and the door opened with a really loud noise.

There stood a beautiful woman, like Mr. Claude, with dark hair and yellow-green eyes, who seemed to have a strong heart.

"Brother! What were you doing! All of a sudden he's gone!

And I yelled. It's so scary when a beauty gets angry.

"Eileen, you're worried. Don't be so mad at me."

Thus, Mr. Claude stood up and tried to give a touching hug to his sister, who had not seen him in a long time, but was prevented by Mr. Irene's relentless, right-hand tension.

Melody Claude takes a few steps back, along with the groan of "Off."

"No more! Don't deceive me! Brother Claude! What did they go to do? This one was busy and as much as I wanted to borrow the cat's hand, you know!

Hahaha, this came to my queen seemed angry, and with a light mouth like that, Mr. Claude approached me, looking at the interaction between the two of them standing from the chair.

Stop, stop getting me involved.

"To buy this kid, I was even on my brother's territory! No, I'm tired."

So Mr. Claude put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me out, as if it were a snare, all the way to Mr. Eileen.

Involved.

I have eyes with Mr. Eileen. What is this girl? It felt like, after looking at me from the bottom to the top, I slapped my neck a little. Cute.

Preliminary information from Mr. Claude means that this Mr. Eileen has two sons, but he doesn't look that way at all. You look like a teenage girl.

"It's called Lyo in the village of Galligari. Thank you."

I tried to say hello without difficulty.

"Hey, what, you miserable kid?... No way, Wizard?

Mr. Eileen's face shone with obvious anticipation.

"No, I'm not a wizard"

And Mr. Eileen's face obviously fell into the color of disappointment. You're an easy man to understand.

I mean, anywhere, what would you say if you were a wizard! Expect, disappoint or be rude on your own!

"I'm not even a wizard, did you go that far to buy such a filthy little girl?

Mr. Eileen ignored my presence and started talking to Mr. Claude.

I'll ignore the maid, too, and my ignorance rate in this mansion is high.

"Very resourceful kid, no, he's a genius! Once I audio-read the book for you on the way home from the carriage, you can even write letters now! And more importantly, what a thousand-toothed inventor we're talking about!

"I can't believe that stuff. Aren't you a child as old as my son!

"Yes, that's right. Just about the same age, so I'd like you to stay here for a while as Alan and the others' talkers or whatever. I want to grate the products I purchased while returning and discuss my future business with the people at the Chamber of Commerce, so I'm not going to be able to give them much space."

"No. Such a dirty little girl."

That's rude! Even I can do it right!

"Don't say that, Eileen. You were worried when my nephew, who was uncomfortable, bullied the person he hired to talk to and use the small room to stop immediately. If it's this kid. I'm fine. I'm thinking for you."

I mean, Mr. Eileen's son, when I talk about it, he seems to have a bad personality, but I don't want you to take the liberty of telling me that you're okay or anything.

And Mr. Claude kept his hand on Mr. Irene's shoulder with a soft smile on his face.

Something tells me it feels frigid because my heart is dirty...

"... well! Brother! You think of me! Well, then, yeah, okay. Let's hire it."

So the two brothers and sisters gave a much touching embrace.

At that time, Mr. Claude was distracted, and I think his nephews are hiring a tutor now, but I want this kid to attend that class as well, it's a small room, it's for Eileen, and he managed to get an understanding.

I didn't know you would plot to free up your English talent education on the product you bought (me)... Mr. Claude was still a doer.