Akuyaku Reijo Ni Koi Wo Shite

When I woke up, it was a different room from yesterday.

The place where I was told my room last night. Bed, small desk and closet. A small room with almost no space.

I don't care because the original room is similar. Shared toilets and no baths between the four and a half mats. It takes more than enough by bus from the station. The only cheap one is a ragged apartment.

――It was my memory in the original world.

The consciousness should have surrendered, but why is he returning? Once again, I ask myself to give my consciousness, but there is no answer.

Maybe you're sleeping. I was pretty tired yesterday. Mainly the heart.

But that lady is a typical selfish noble lady. The people around you don't say anything even if you do whatever you like,

I'm worried about what kind of woman she will be. Although it looks pretty cute.

However, I was beautiful. Perhaps because he was not his face, when he looked at himself in a mirror with makeup and dress, he fell in love with him without any resistance.

Even though I'm still a kid, I have a strange sex appeal.

He shouldn't have felt like a lolicon.

Another one was very depressed. That is the original reaction. You rely on you. I want you to somehow stop yourself from going on a weird path.

When I wasted my time thinking such a stupid thought, I heard the sound of knocking on the door.

The door opens without a reply.

Also, I thought she was a young lady, but she appeared as a maid.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes. What should I do?"

"Nothing to do. Be quiet in this room."

"... what is it?"

I was worried about the maid's way of saying, so I asked her a cold glance.

"Your treatment has not yet been decided. No matter what Vincent and Aerial say, your husband will be the last to decide."

"Can you not become a pet?"

Apart from this, this is good for me.

"Perhaps. I can't just leave something like you in our house."

Not from favor, but from disgust. What makes you hate yourself?

"Odd eye ...?"

"Yes"

"Are you hated so much?"

"Yes, especially for nobles."

"……why?"

"I've confirmed the reason. It was for the explanation to Eriel, but let me tell you."

"Please"

"Do you know that the color of your eyes reflects that person's attributes?"

"……No"

The person who answers the question in your heart is asleep. I don't know if I'm awake, I know it's noble.

"... And from there. Noble blood flows into the noble family. Noble blood is blood with strong magic."

Another reason I thought that it could only be used by nobles was this. The quality of flowing blood is different. I don't understand a bit of modern people. Blood must be blood, so you can't do blood transfusion ...

"The representatives are the royal family and the three princes. The royal family of the Grand Flam is the fire as the name implies. The eyes of those who inherit the direct blood are red. Naturally, the eyes of His Majesty the King are more beautiful red."

Red because it's fire. Really easy to understand. I didn't even hear the other colors, but I didn't understand one in the explanation.

"What does your name mean?"

"Don't you know this thing?"

"Because I grew up in the favela"

Another self.

She was so surprised that she thought it was an excuse, but she seemed to have passed.

"Yes, I haven't learned anything. Granfram is an ancient word for" great flame. "

I thought it was a fire royal family, but I didn't say it. I wouldn't want to be so sullen and stop teaching.

"The Marquis of Axmia is [Holy Water], the Marquis of Fatiras is [Fertile Soil], and the House is [Winning Healing]. It is special because it is a royal family and a three royal family.

The magic attributes are the four attributes of fire, water and soil. Is there no light and darkness, or just unknown? It seems that you do not know even if you ask the maid.

"Is the color of the four attributes the color of each eye?"

"That's right. Now that you understand this, it's odd eyes. Why do you dislike hates?"

"If the color of the eyes represents the attribute, it has two colors of eyes, so it does not have two attributes ..."

"Yes. Attributes negate each other. Having two colors means you are not loved by either attribute."

Also, strange expressions came out. What is not loved? I've decided to ask a question here, even though I know the maid again looks despised.

"What do you love?"

"I don't even know ... spells create an effect by interfering with the world's reasoning. The world's reasoning is four attributes. If it is weak, it will not be effective if you do poorly. ''

"... Does the four attributes have a will?"

"The world has a will. It is natural that the four attributes that make up the world have a will."

Maybe the four attributes are spirits? However, the maid does not seem to know the spirit. You may know and hide it. It's noble ... What about this maid?

"In other words, if you have blue eyes, the attribute is water, can you use the magic of water attributes?"

"Now?"

I failed to listen. In view of the changing color of the maid, this person seems to be unable to use magic.

"I'm sorry. You misunderstood. You are not a noble."

"I am noble!"

Further failure. This may have completely offended. I was a little relaxed. It's a mistake to think that you could tell me any questions.

"... Ignorance leads to rudeness. I don't think it's necessary for you to get out of here quickly, but I'll tell you just in case. My parents' family is a baron."

Looking at me depressed, or for another reason, the maid seems to continue to explain. A little relieved.

"Aristocrats have a hierarchy and the baron is at the bottom. Strictly speaking, there is a baronial status ..."

From there, the maid explained the noble system of the country.

Nobles have a hierarchy. With the exception of the Dukes who are directly connected to the royal family, the nobles are the highest ranks of the Marquis. I don't understand this area. When the royal family is under his duty, he becomes a duke. The Duke, however, was at the top of the case, but was described as being outside the aristocracy, but did not understand what this meant.

Anyway, the Marquis is at the top, followed by the Earl, Viscount, and Baron.

The Marquis has three families, each with a territory on the north-east-western border. It is also the key to national defense. The Countess below it is inside the territory of the Three Houes. It has a territory near the center. The difference between the territory of the Marquis and the Countess seems to be enormous.

The Three Houes are exceptional in many ways.

The lower Viscounts serve higher-ranking Marquis and Earl Houses, and are said to be responsible for cities and castles within the territory.

The marquis is the governor of the capital or the prefecture, the earl is the governor of the prefecture, and the victories are the mayor or mayor. I understood that way. I think it's a bit different, but it's fine because you don't need to know exactly that.

Then, the baron of the maid's family says that this is an honorary place and has no territory or town, so it is not really regarded as a noble. An honorary profession given to those who have achieved merit, it is a baron that has been allowed to inherit her rank as a baron for the first generation and becomes a quasi-baron.

If you follow the source, you are just ordinary people and can't use magic. However, since the baron has its complex, it seems that it is not because no one can use magic because he is actively married to a house more than a baron in order to bring magic blood into his own house. Unfortunately, the maid seemed to be unable to do so.

Despite his dissatisfaction, the maid explained this. The root may be a kind person.

The conclusion of this story is that the blood thickness affects magic.

Especially since I am a commoner and the worst combination of fire and water, I was told by my maid that I couldn't.

The magical dream has vanished briefly.

In my ears that are a little depressed, I can hear words I heard yesterday.

The person who shouted yesterday was right in front of him, so another person may be saying the same word today. It seemed to be heard in the ears of the maid, holding his head.

It is the appearance of a selfish lady.

"Rion! Come early!"

"Yes?"

"Don't fumble! It's hard!"

The selfish lady looks pretty impatient. There is no doubt that something is happening.

"Eriel, what the hell is it?"

"Fathers say they can't leave Rion!"

"Oh, that's ..."

It's not hard for me. I have heard that the maid has already kicked me out.

"I say that the sinister beings should be eliminated! I can't forgive them!"

"……Yes!?"

"If you look at Rion, you will surely think again! Because Rion is such a beautiful pet!"

“…………”

"Please come early!"

"Yes, yes."

I ran behind my selfish lady, with all the complexities in my heart. I hate pets, but I hate being killed.

It seems that there is a lot to the target room, and it can not be reached forever.

The room I was in is for servants, so it's probably far from where the Marquis people are. I keep running in the corridor, thinking like that.

The young lady who runs in front of it also seems to be suffering-why is she so desperate? I'm running out of breath for me, called a pet.

In spite of the nobility-.

The last feeling is not yours. Another person seems to have woke up. I don't have any particular memories of the nobility. Still, I hate nobles.

I understand this feeling. The disgust of those who do not have for those who have it is felt many times. How many times have you grudged the injustice of the world?

"Maybe soon!"

She has a distressed face whose dark emotions have been counteracted by her voice, but she does not stop.

Is he a pet that is so important-his thoughts make him laugh at his irony.

"I arrived ... oh, oh, oh."

The young lady is holding her hand on the door and preparing her disturbed breath. I don't know why I didn't try to enter the room right away.

"Hmm, it's a little more.

"……a little"

"repair"

"Yes……"

She seems to care about her grooming. Is it an obsession as a noble woman?

The lady who corrects her posture perfectly, still breathless. I guess it's about fixing yourself.

While hesitating a little, he held his ragged hair in hand and trimmed it. A little sweat on my forehead. Release the stuck hair and wipe the sweat with the hem of your clothes.

This seems to have been useless. The young lady's line of sight comes to light.

"Oh, you don't have a handkerchief?"

"Yes"

"Well, use this."

Handed out handkerchief taken out from the corner. Take it and gently wipe your face sweat. A young lady who is quietly closed her eyes.

In this way, if you close the eyes of the kite, it seems that the childhood will increase.

"How?"

"Yes. It's cute."

"That's right"

"Yes"

"... Well, that's good. I'll go."

Finally, taking a deep breath, the young lady headed to the door. Raise your hand to knock.

"Not a joke! That's what I picked up, it's mine!"

The voice heard from inside the room. The familiar voice belongs to the boy. But what is mine ... why is this brother and sister like this?

"Vincent, this is not the time to be selfish."

"Where is this selfish !? I'm trying to throw away my own thing! I should be angry!"

"But there's a problem with that thing."

"No problem!"

"I'm an orphan in a favela. What do you do to benefit from such people? I'm determined to try this fortunately and deliciously."

So isn't it extreme to try to kill? My appearance is a child, or even inside, but still eighteen. I don't know why I'm on my guard so far.

"I don't feel thankful!"

"No, but they helped me."

"I didn't say that! I wasn't helped! I helped him!"

"……that is"

"That's why I don't feel the benefit. It's the other side who feels the benefit."

It's a mess, but is the boy trying to protect himself by saying this? Another person denies it, but it seems to me.

"It's an odd eye."

"I'm not moving"

"Not at all!"

"So what is it?"

"It says that you shouldn't easily approach anyone you don't know."

"Rion in the favela"

"Not so ..."

Now, muttering so small, the lady knocked and opened the door without hearing a reply. What is this courtesy?

"Aerial ..."

A man who would have talked to a boy makes a embarrassed voice. I don't know the reason for the reaction, as if it were a feeling of increased enemies.

"This is Rion. Who did you know?"

The young lady began to quibble from her first voice.

"Aeriel, that's not what I'm talking about."

"It's wrong to make a decision without looking at yourself."

"Yes, it is"

The gaze of the man turns to himself. Not only men, but everyone here is watching me.

Is a man like Ella sitting on the sofa relaxedly a marquis?

Is the beautiful person next to your wife? I feel like a young lady, so probably not wrong.

A boy is sitting in front of them, and others are standing behind the Marquis.

"What's your name?"

"I named it Lion."

"What I'm listening to is my real name."

"Ryo"

"What? What?"

"I'm Ryo."

“…………”

"Please call me Rion"

"……Do you get it"

I don't know why Ryo doesn't communicate. It seems that Japanese is spoken, and it may be a different word.

"What about your parents?"

"I don't. I died when I was little."

"... how do you live after that?"

"Let's eat the leftovers. There is no job at this age."

"Have you ever worked?"

"There are chores, not regular jobs."

"So where did you learn that language?"

A man asked a question in the face of doing something. You seemed to have found suspicious evidence. He thought that using honorifics would be more favorable, but he seemed to have failed.

"From a deceased parent."

At first she lied with a face that didn't eat anything.

"What was your parent doing?"

"I don't know. My parents didn't say anything about working in favela."

This is a fact. And you are not alone. There are only dark backgrounds, such as the work of residents in favela. Ordinary parents say nothing to their children.

"... has your parent died?"

"Two years ago? I don't remember the exact date."

"Do you remember the day your parents died?"

"Even so, I don't know how many days are today."

Raising in a favela is surprisingly convenient for misleading your identity.

"... What is the cause of death?"

"Well? I was dead when I woke up in the morning. It's not unusual in favela."

"... What do you want to do from now on?"

He became more and more alert, but also stalemate, as he was not upset by the interrogation. Is it such a place? I can somehow understand how to answer this question.

"I don't think. I didn't have time to think yesterday."

"... What about thinking now?"

"Where's that?"

"What did you say?"

"What you do is your matter. It's rude, but it doesn't matter to you."

"... I mean, we have nothing to do with us in the future."

"I don't understand the intent of the question. What kind of answer are you looking for? If you don't want to get involved, I'd say that from there."

"that is……"

This man has no authority to say that. So I'm trying to find my fault and let others judge myself.

I don't mind being killed the worst, but I don't like this guy. I just don't want to be what he wants.

"It looks like my son has been taken care of."

The unexpected voice came from a man sitting on the sofa. As a son, he was a marquis himself.

"Is it rude to say each other?"

"What is each other?"

"I helped my son from a man who tried to abduct him. It was my son who helped me who later fell on the way."

"I see. No loan."

"Yes"

"Then let the freedom go. Let me send you home."

""father!""

I thought the story was now over, and the two brothers and sisters aloud at the same time.

I had completely forgotten their opposition. He seems calm and may be upset.

"This person is mine."

"Yes, our pets."

Life is likely to be saved, so stop it.

"But, isn't it too big for a pet?"

Marquis, you too-.

"It's good. I hear what I say and it's more beautiful than anything."

"... well, yes, but it's still too early for Vincent, after I'm a little older."

"why?"

"It's like that ..."

What is the Marquis saying? I feel something is wrong.

"Yes. And the other person is not a child. My mother can't really agree. Well, it might be possible to grow up in this house until around the age."

Here the mother joined. But what I'm saying is something strange.

"Hmm. Is it? No, but no matter how much you are going to be beautiful, if you become Vincent's concubine, you must be of a decent family."

"I just want to be a concubine."

"I see.

Don't be convinced. What is the difference between the concubine and the concubine?じ ゃ Not when you think. It is a problem before that.

"that"

"What happened?"

"I'm a man"

"……What!?"

I didn't even know my gender. The lady was noisy, but wasn't that really important?

Or is the sex of the orphans picked up irrelevant?

"So ... what does Vincent do?"

"What?-Various things"

"... Is it a servant?"

"Well, that's it."

"Yes, but there are already servants."

"Oh, if Vincent wants it, I'll be my servant."

The man who had been asking me before was glad to talk. Was this man a servant? It looks great for that. And what do you suddenly enjoy?

"So what do you do?"

"I don't want to lose my job, so I'd like to be with Elwin's servant if possible."

"Erwin? A full-time servant for Elwin ..."

An unknown name came out of the Marquis's mouth. Is it two brothers because it is a story of attaching a servant?

"Well, is that good? But you have to discipline this child as a follower. Who will leave it?"

"I will do that. There will be a handover."

"That's true. Then ..."

The Marquis is staring at my face. I knew what happened ...

"Rion"

The Marquis must be irrelevant to me.

"Yes. Rion, from today you're Vincent's follower. You can work hard for Vincent."

"Yes ...?"

Why is this happening?

Wasn't it a talk to get me out of this house?

Your servant means you're always in this house, right?

why?

When I was finished, I was asking myself in my heart, looking at the back of the Marquis leaving the room.