The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

Algard put the crying tired and falling asleep acrylic to bed and closed the door so as not to make a sound softly.

The exhaled exhalation is heavy and I can feel it coming down to my shoulder. It was when I tried to get away from the acrylic room as it was.

"Oh, hey, aren't you going to give me a hand? Prince."

Algardo stopped to the man, who appeared soundless from the other side of the hallway.

A man characterized by burning red hair. Was it around the middle of thirty when I was a year old? I can see that body is big and well worked out. Obviously a warrior's body.

His red-brown eyes like that arc fun and reflect Algard. Algardo narrowed his eyes to a red-haired man who would obviously look at himself with teasing glances.

"Darren."

"Oh, scary scary scary. Isn't that nice? I've never had a chance to taste a woman in this neighborhood."

The man, called Darren, laughed at his heels and flaunted his shoulders. Algard sighs and shows.

"... hateful, I can't be in love with a man like you"

"Is it ironic? Well, it's true that the play was too much to be allotted! Ha ha!

"Not that I could say, but it sucks."

Algard makes Darren look evil like he's tired.

Darren Cochinille was the warrant of the Viscount Cochinille family. Darren left the house and acted as an adventurer because he had a brother and the governor inherited him. It was only natural that he chose adventurers as his business to take advantage of his magical talents.

That's how he flushed his floating name. Naturally, I also bought anger from my parents and was duped. He's here like that because he was chosen as Algard's escort.

A man of arms, even if he has some problems with his personality. And... those who supposedly had no problem breathing out in the land of the border. Darren was one of them. Darren was impeccable as a man who could travel to the border land without a squire.

"My nearby village daughter is dictating. No, the man in the village has a harsh gaze."

"Keep it on track. They won't stand up against us, either, but they won't be happy when it's over."

On the face of it, Algard was deported to the border because he was rendered obsolete. The original purpose of the expulsion was to keep Algardo away from the throne and to carry out the study without anyone knowing that Algardo had become a vampire.

But naturally, I can't be out-of-the-box. Therefore, Algardo and the others have made it their job to help develop the border. This is a land where demonic power zones were developed, and once stampeded and the power zones rejuvenated is new to memory.

Still, people challenge demons for resources that make them wealth. This is the front-line land.

"Well, if you're not an adventurer or a fan, you're not going to lean in. If nobles and adventurers behave tyrannically, they'll hate you all together."

"They are our lifeline. Never treat me coarsely, huh?

"I know. I know very well that food and moisture are needed to fight the battle."

That said Darren laughed belligerently. The only reason he was chosen to make his way to this peripheral land is not the poor bare line. Because, to put it briefly, he has a side of combat fanaticism.

There are also many demonic raids here. Not only that, but it is also inevitable to encounter demons for pioneering and collecting resources. The demonic thinning that takes place on a daily basis is present on the hobby extension line for Darren.

That is also the reason why people are said to be understaffed at Algard's mansion, but it is basically the rule of this mansion to do your thing on your own because you have no additional funds or intention of hiring people.

"... so you won't get your hands on it?

"... do you really want to take it to that story"

"Because I'm worried. If you're in this creepy hall all day, and the researchers are still young, you can play around in the corner."

"... I don't deserve that, and I don't want that. That's it."

Algard walked out with his back turned to refuse. Looking away at her back, Darren sighed softly as she scratched her head.

"It's a pain in the ass to make my brother stubborn, Master Anis..."

(... Who is Al?

I dawned again after Acrylic spoke over me. By this time the acrylic was also lighter in the public language of the Kingdom of Palletia so that we could have a conversation. The acrylic I could afford thought about Algard.

Since then Al has been stuffing me through to the acrylic room. Algardo gently laughed and stroked his head when he could speak in the words of the Kingdom of Palettia one by one. Even though the warmth was delightful, Acrylic had spared some subtle emotions that would embarrass him somewhere.

It was the question of what the hell Al was like to think about thinking sideways to divert attention from such extraneous emotions.

(The work is so beautiful, because I live in your mansion... someone with an identity, is it?

To the extent that the study of letters is present, if you proceed, the study of common sense has also been mixed a little bit. I guess that also became a factor in acrylics spreading their thinking.

It is the king who is up there like the head of the inside, the noble who serves the king, the civilian who has no identity. Though pompous, Acrylic recognized the kingdom as such.

Algard has no sign of being a civilian. If so, I don't think it's noble. But Algard never told Acrylic who he was.

(... would you answer me if I asked?

Though that thought passed and I saw it, there is no sign that the door will be knocked. It bothers me and I turn my gaze at the door.

(Is something wrong...?

Now for the record, Acrylic doesn't know anything about this place. Who is Algardo and what other people live in this mansion?

If the imagination of being someone with an identity is true, why does Algardo live in this mansion?

I can't get the question out of my head once I'm concerned. Not even willing to study, distracted and Acrylic left his body in bed.

"... Al"

He told me I could stay here, but I don't know what I want to do now.

In the Kingdom of Palettia, perhaps no one has the ears or tails of a beast like himself.

Then this is the only place you really have to go. Think that far. Acrylic hides his sight with his hands around his eyes.

"... there's nothing I can do about it"

I don't want to get out of here. But it's painful, scary, painful to wait until Al gets here. I want to open this door right now and go see Al.

Wait, wait, there's no sign of the door being knocked. Acrylic bites his teeth as he hugs his own body.

"... when I leave here, I won't guarantee my life"

That's what I promised Al. But still.

Acrylic woke up and gently laid his hands on the door. My heart is pounding so hard that I don't like it when I blurt.

I honestly don't know what will happen when I leave here. Even if I can see Al, Al could get angry. It's not Al. If you meet someone, they could kill you.

I'm sure you're right about making a big deal out of it here. Smart choice. A calm self whispers in my head that it's better to do that.

"But I'm also jittery... I'm scared"

Reinforced in his trembling hand, never willing, Acrylic slowly opened the door.

Look down the hall like a peek in. No sign of people, no noise. After confirming it, the acrylic exhales quietly and erases its own signs.

Life inside was dominated by hunting. Therefore, the art of turning off signs has been learned since childhood. Acrylic carefully goes down the hallway to avoid making any noise while keeping his mind calm.

There are surprisingly few signs of people in the mansion. Is it minimal to take care of, or is it full of creepy air that must be the exterior of the mansion I saw outside?

Acrylic goes down the hallway to avoid making any noise while scolding the feelings that make him feel frightened. Hiding in the shadows of the hallway, he goes one step, one step, exploring the signs ahead.

……

Then I heard people. At the same time, I felt the smell of acrylic sniffing.

The smell was a familiar smell, and when the smell recognized something, tension ran on the acrylic.

"Of blood, smell...?

Why? And while Acrylic wondered, he peered and looked into the shadows of the hallway to those who smelled blood while holding down the heart that was about to jump.

That was the entrance, and it seemed like a few people were gathering. I could see Algard and his white gold hair in it.

"Argh!"

I accidentally moved to the smell of blood and got on with myself with my voice.

The gaze of the people at the entrance gathers to the acrylic at once. Among them was still Algard, who, surprised, turned his gaze towards the acrylic.

Acrylic looked to Algard as his face was about to turn bright red on his detours, but there were no specifications for what had come out.

I didn't see any trauma on Algard's body. I realized that the smell of blood did not come from Algard, but from those who were in conversation at the entrance with Algard, and the acrylic had lost its strength from my body. Pepe as it was, and as he sat down, Algard quickly approached him, kneeling.

"Acrylic? Why are you out of the room?

"Oh, I'm sorry... Al's not coming today, so get anxious..."

"... oh well. I'm sorry. I didn't think enough."

Algardo replies to the acrylic he says with a whispering, sorry head bowed, look like he chewed up a bitter bug while scratching his head.

"Uh, Master Algard. Is that the girl?

Then the men, who were watching how Algard and Acrylic were doing, called out at random.

They're apparently a battle outfit, with dirt like they did after the battle, etc. The smell of blood and their injuries were more like blood return than anything else.

Acrylic slipped his ear and lowered as he seemed too dumb to jump out that Al might have been injured.

"... ha, you guys. Back off already today. There's no point in talking about acrylics."

"Yeah, I know that. It just doesn't seem like something that Algard would worry about."

"... just back off. No, fine. I'm bringing the acrylic back to my room. The report will be submitted later."

Algard told him to abandon him and held up the body of the acrylic he was sitting on.

Hiccup, Algard's face approaches close range to the vision of a short screaming acrylic. The acrylic face stains bright red at once, understanding that it fits inside Algard's arms and is being held up.

Fly your consciousness so that you are not aware of the sound of your heart bouncing loudly and painfully. It was acrylic resistance to knowing what was going on but not wanting to recognize it.

With the acrylic in his arms, Algardo walks back the way the acrylic came.

Acrylic lowered his ear and gaze sorry to see if his current state was finally swallowing.

"... sorry"

"Apologize for what?

"Leave the room on your own..."

"... never mind. I was the one who forgot to take care of acrylics. I had a job in here today."

"Work?"

"We work for demons. It's a big day. I couldn't make it to see Acrylic because I was waiting."

Demon thinning. I see, that's why Acrylic convinced me that he was bleeding back to the point where he smelled so much blood.

"... Al also fights demons?

"... No, I am. I'm not leaving this mansion."

"? Yes, it is?

"... ah. I have to be here."

That's how the grin Algard brought to his mind was a grin, but I couldn't imagine him laughing, and it was a transparent, nothing-making look.

Acrylic fell into the sensation as if peering into the invisible hole at the bottom. The look on his face was too pretty, but he was stirred up by unspeakable anxiety and Acrylic accidentally held his fist.

"... Al?

"What?"

Is he aware, or is he aware and stuck? What look do you have on your face?

Afraid to hear that, Acrylic shut his mouth. The heat of Algard's hand holding him tight made me realize he was here.