Akuyaku Reijo Ni Koi Wo Shite

A full-time servant of Vincent, the legitimate son of the Marquis of Winheels. That became my job.

No matter how much you think about it, you can't find an answer. I decided to ask someone I didn't want to hear.

"that"

"What? が あ る Do you know something?"

The man comes into contact with himself in a bad mood. In other words, it must be a pleasure to be away from Vincent's servant.

"Why did this happen? Didn't you talk about driving yourself out of this house?"

"That's the story?-Listen to your work. I want to end the takeover at last."

"No, but I'm worried"

"It can't be helped. That was the first. I don't trust people in favelas, because if you make a loan, you're going to think it's money."

"... Well, what I'm from a favela, I'm just saying, but that's all."

"I know how much money he's looking for, but it's not going to be a marquis to show a sweet face. If you stick around persistently, you'll get rid of it. That's the story. "

This man snapped, but it was murder. I wondered if this would be a problem, but stopped saying it wasn't what I needed to hear.

"From there, why are you a servant?"

"Actually, when Eriel came into the room, she was no longer tied up. Her husband and wife are sweeter than Eriel than Vincent."

In other words, it's a parent idiot. I'm not stupid. It is enviable for me who lost his parents early.

"Then, what's next?"

"I didn't like it. Even taking care of Vincent is hard, can't you take care of the orphans in the favela?"

You can say that face to face. This guy is something strange as a person. My impression is not wrong.

"I'm sorry, but my servant has such authority?"

"If you become a full-time servant of a weird child, you will be the next steward, or otherwise an aide to the aide of the head. In cases involving Vincent, you have considerable say."

"Huh? Do you have such a position?"

"I don't have it. You can't have an orphan who doesn't know the horse's bones.

This man is insensitive. So why does the Marquis's legion's follower work?

"But ... what's your name?"

"Wall, it's Wal Cary."

"Mr. Cary"

"Cary. Call me Wal."

Is calling the name correct? You have to remember these places little by little.

"Are you good? Would you be a close friend of the future?"

"That's ... well, don't worry. I'm not good at that stiffness."

"Is that so"

It is obvious that they are lying. However, it cannot be pursued.

There is something. Otherwise, this man cannot be in such a good mood. If I work in this house, will I know soon?

"Then we're taking over, we'll end with haste."

The job of a full-time servant is a choreographer. To fulfill all of the other party's wishes. That said, this is suspicious.

I don't think Wal has fulfilled all of the boy's wishes.

Actually, taking over was completely different from what I had imagined. I learned the January schedule, which is still good.

Others like food. I can still forgive.

I don't like studying.

You don't even have to hear what you're good at.

Likes and dislikes of people. Why isn't Wal's name included?は ず You must be hated.

Anyway, there is no work in the middle of doing it now. I heard many times when I was worried, but there was no Will.

In a matter of will, the handover was over very quickly and he was taken to the boy's room. So Wal's bastard is crazy.

The boy and the boy left were choosing their clothes.

Thinking back, I was in my robe-like nightwear all the time. The boy was concerned about it and tried to get his servant's clothes ready, but none of his uniforms matched his height.

Apparently he seems pretty small. I do not know the age. The lack of suitable clothing may not be the age to be a servant.

Instead, I'm choosing a boy's childhood clothes now.

"How is this?"

"... a little flashy for his followers"

"Is this too? Well, yes. Speaking of a servant is a more relaxed atmosphere."

I understand a little that boys are strongly convinced that these things must be like this.

He started looking for his own clothes first, apparently because his full-time servant couldn't wear such clothes.

But the boy's clothes are just bad. It may be right in this world, but only clothes that I can't stand. No matter what I saw, I couldn't find anything to convince.

At that time, I started giving up. I found a piece of clothes in the corner of the closet that was wider than my room. It is quite different from a suit, but it's all black and calm.

"Is this good?"

"Hmm?"

A boy who looks at the clothes he has offered. The expression became cloudy. It doesn't seem to like it.

"This is knight clothing"

"Knight clothes?"

"The clothes the knight wears"

"No, I know, but do you have a problem?"

"You are a squire, not a knight."

"... Yeah, yes."

Such an insistence may be more troublesome than expected. But I can't afford to draw on this. I don't want to die short frills on a frilled shirt.

"But I'm Vincent's full-time servant. Sometimes a full-time servant can be a shield to the Lord?"

"... I see."

"If it's a shield that protects the Lord, it's the same thing as a knight.

"……HM"

"So, as a full-time servant, I have no problem wearing knight clothing."

"... It's good. Let's make your uniform this."

"Yes"

Successful persuasion!速 I decided to return to the closet and change clothes.

I heard that it was a knight's suit, but it seems like it changed my school run a little. The high collar and the length of the top are quite long. I thought it was all black, but some parts were embroidered with silver thread.

I finished changing clothes and stood in front of the mirror, but it looked much better than I expected.

Then the question arises why this is the only clothing. Is it just the difference between noble and knight clothing?

Thinking of such a thing, when I left the closet, the boy was greeted with a surprised face.

"... Is it strange?"

"No, the opposite. It looks great."

"Thank you, because this knight's outfit looks cool."

`` I imitated a black knight ''

"Yes?"

"Don't you know. I'm the hero of a book I read when I was little. She has black eyes, black hair, and a solid color. A brave man who emerged from a different world long ago. She imitated the knight's clothes written in that book."

"Huh ..."

Is it Japanese? If so, wouldn't he be the only one who came to this world? But if you are a Japanese with black eyes and black hair, you will be summoned differently from yourself.

This world is anything.

"Can a sword be used?"

"No way"

"That's right, so learn with me."

"eh?"

"Don't you know my schedule?"

"No, I know. I practice swordplay three times a week. Is that it?"

I learned about the boy's schedule. One week in this world was six days. Thursday is a Friday without Tuesday due to the Tuesday and Tuesday climate. Sun, moon and four attributes. It is easy to understand.

"Please participate in that swordsmanship practice."

"Wouldn't it be in the way?"

I'm happy to learn the sword. However, it is difficult to judge whether it is good to participate.

"You are also a shield to protect me. It is natural to hone your sword."

This is the line I said earlier. Well, that's good.

"I see. I'll do that."

Now I can learn swordsmanship. But things didn't stop with swordsmanship alone.

◇◇◇

Knowing the schedule, he actually changed his point of view a little. It was a very busy schedule.

Every day in the morning, I study with a living tutor in the morning, and in the afternoon, again, a magical private lesson by a tutor. In the afternoon, half of the week has swordsmanship and the other half has liberal arts learning such as manners.

I'm always studying all day.

When I heard the schedule, I thought that it would be quite difficult for the Marquis to be a legitimate. However, when I actually attended the class, my feelings of sympathy were completely diminished.

"I don't know because your teaching is bad."

"I apologize, but I can't do anything if the teacher doesn't want to remember."

"Is it bad?"

"We're trying to work together."

Too bad boys are pushing their responsibilities to tutors. On the other hand, tutors say what they say.

Tutor Herbie Moore seems to be a bit different from other servants. I knew why later. She says she is a living tutor, but she seems to have many other jobs and she is not afraid to be fired.

It means that their parents are much more comfortable than the servants who are dependent nobles.

Is the word "easy" rude? You can tell by looking at the class. Teaching things to boys seems pretty hard.

Apparently the boy is stupid.

"I'm trying"

"What so?"

"What did you say?"

"If you listen seriously to what you are teaching now, you will soon understand it. If you can't do that, you're not listening seriously."

"……That is not it!"

"No. That's right."

"Why can you say that?"

"He who is listening behind you already knows?"

"what?"

"eh?"

Here is the unfolding development. I want you to stop talking to yourself. I know for sure. As you can see, it's not because I was listening seriously, but because I was learning long ago.

"Really?"

"that is……"

"The answer is no answer. He cares for Vincent."

The teacher drives himself further. What is this teacher doing?

"... Rion. Let's solve this problem."

"No, it is"

"If you can't solve it, skip the meal as a punishment"

The boy is completely mushy. Either solve the problem and choose to be distracted, or choose a meal.

"……I understand"

I couldn't beat my appetite. See the problem with the seat closed. What is written is multiplication and division of fractions. As expected this can be answered.

With the pen placed. Writing with a pen is harder than calculating. I'm not used to using pens that need to be inked each time.

With an unfamiliar pen, it became pretty dirty, but I managed to write all the answers.

"... have you learned math?"

"Slightly from parents"

"I heard you're an orphan?"

"This is a story before my parents died."

"... students in favela study with children?"

"I don't know that, but I do remember that I needed to learn to get out of the favela."

"That's true, but it's a mental arithmetic."

Apparently, it did. It was a really simple matter of fractional multiplication and division. Still, solving by mental arithmetic seemed to be too much.

I didn't do it without knowing the level of study of this age in this world.

And the boy ’s reaction?

"I'm truly my full-time servant. Okay, now you can learn with me. Teacher, that's fine."

"Yes, of course"

You will be pleased without jealousy. The more you know, the less you know about this boy. Are you a fool or a sage?

Now I know that it is a bit early to judge me as a selfish gobo.

◇◇◇

After lunch, study time in the afternoon.

Studying swordsmanship. He teaches Master Eric Marvin, the commander of the Royal Knights of the House of Winheels. He was also in a position to teach swords, so he was told to call him a master, not a knight commander. This is also a boy's commitment.

This swordsmanship is not exactly like arithmetic.

I have never done kendo as well as swordsmanship. It is decided what such an amateur would start from.

It is just swinging.

He keeps swinging his sword at the side of the boy who is standing and practicing with Marvin. It's not just about swinging your sword.

Stepping on the feet, movement of the ankles and knees, movement of the hip joints, movement of the center of gravity of the hips, and the arm descends naturally and swings down at once without opposing it.

I was told, but I couldn't understand it at all. The point is that it is not just the arm, but the whole body swinging.

With that in mind, perform the swing while being conscious of the body movements one by one.

Just keep doing it for the full time. After all, I can't even do that now.

Shortness of breath, arm stuck. I feel my lack of physical strength in this swordplay time. You have to build your strength. That time, you have to make it yourself.

In this way, my schedule is decided little by little.

◇◇◇

After the swordplay time, it's time for a nap.

Of course it is a boy's schedule, and he is not allowed to take a nap.

However, he who has just become a servant has nothing to do even if he has time. It was my sister who came as if she had foreseen it.

"Rion, free time?"

"Yes"

"Then follow me."

"Which way?"

"It's time to study. Let's learn together."

"……Yes"

I don't know what it is, but learning is good. I wanted to study more in the original world, but I couldn't. The other self has never studied.

Poorness alone deprives people of their potential. I suddenly remembered such words.

"Mr. Myers. I brought Lion."

"Yes, he is."

It seemed that he had refused in advance, and the teacher called Myers was not surprised when he came. She is a tutor of a noble lady who has a tight feeling.

It's a selfish image, but it fits right into that image.

"Now, teacher, thank you."

"Yes, Eriel. Thank you for your help."

"……What?"

Looking at a different, polite lady, she looks frustrated at her surprised and lightly solidified self. This is the usual atmosphere of a young lady.

"Eriel, how are you doing?"

"... I showed you the embarrassing place. I'll be careful later."

Also, it has a strange attitude.

"Ah, what class is this?"

"Don't you see? I'm studying manners."

"Manners? Is it myself?"

"You are your full-time servant of my brother, my ..., my ..."

There seems to be some sort of inevitability to call a pet in front of the manners teacher.

`` I'm going to be ashamed to be ashamed to appear in public as a Marquis anyway. ''

"... but I am a servant"

"Even if you're a servant, you'll always be working with your brother. Sometimes with me. Are you going to humiliate me or your brother at that time?"

"No, not at all."

"Then, get proper courtesy."

"Yes……"

Mysteriously, I can't resist this girl, even though she should be at least much younger than her. Is it the dignity of a born aristocrat? I just don't feel like a boy.

"Then, this is the first dance today."

"Yes?"

"So I called you. I need a partner to practice dancing."

"I've never danced."

I remember doing it in elementary school, but the dance mentioned here should be something different.

"It's okay. I'm the first one. Come on, teacher, let's get started."

I ended up dancing for more than an hour. Fortunately, it was the first time that I had a dance class and it was a really simple step.

Step …… I'm going to use these words normally.

And this is not the last. Not only dance but also other manner classes were taught together. Well, good.

But is this a servant's job?

◇◇◇

After dating the girl, return to the boy again.

Next was studying magic. All this doesn't make me eligible to study together.

Just follow the teachings of the magic teacher and just stand in the corner of the room so as not to disturb the boy who concentrates on magic.

Studying magic, it doesn't seem to use actual magic.

According to the teacher's explanation, magical operation is more important than anything else for magic. It causes magic in the body, circulates it through the body, and extracts only what is needed.

By mastering this magical operation, it seems that the magic effect and accuracy will increase.

Now, the boy is practicing the magic manipulation.

What is muttering is a magical chanting. The magic spell is divided into three stages, and the activation phase that triggers the magic, "the magical power that dwells in me, manifests its power" is apt.

It seems that this attribute hardly changes with any attribute, but because it is a personal image, there is an arrangement that suits it.

In other words, words are used only to make it easier to hold an image. If this is a special ability, it will be possible to do without chanting.

I've heard the second stage once, "Give me healing power." This, of course, depends on the magic effect. For some reason, this seems to be a chanting of magic around the body. I feel a little different. My image does not fit the cycle.

Finally, define the attributes and effects. "Healing wind, healing" becomes a wind attribute recovery magic.

He said in words that it would cause magic within the body, thereby affecting the world. Where does it affect the world?

There is no corresponding part in the description of the chant. Attribute magic and spirit magic are mixed. From the fantasy knowledge of the original world, it seems.

Well, poor knowledge. Perhaps I should have read more Ranobe.

If the rationale, attributes, and spirits of the world are spirits, are they visible to those who can use magic? I can't see myself even if I look around and around.

After all magic seems impossible.

In this case, fighting power must bet on the sword. It is useless as it is now. So I started to concentrate on thinking about the future.

It doesn't matter what you say. In order to live in this world, you must have the power to live.

I swore in my heart to focus on training as much as the hero of a fantasy novel.