Akuyaku Reijo Ni Koi Wo Shite

It has been three months since I started serving the Winheels. The life here has been getting used to.

In the morning, I wake up before sunrise and work out every day. The morning of this house is early. The servant wakes up at sunrise and starts working, so if he doesn't wake up before he can make his own time.

It runs in a large courtyard like an idiot. Muscle training such as push-ups and abs. Keep doing this until sunrise.

After the sunrise, the beginning of the servant's job-but this is rare.

Being involved in interacting with other families when you are not doing chores other than the work you learned from your previous Will.

Preparation of tea ceremonies to be held at home, selection of invited guests, sending of invitations, confirmation of attendance. This seems to be a very hard job.

On the other hand, there is also a job of checking the invitation sent to determine what to go and what to decline. This seems to be a difficult job that seems to make a judgment by grasping the relationship with the other house and examining the participants, and must be quite familiar with the situation.

But so far, no such work has occurred. That's not because Vincent is still a child. I've heard that it is natural for a high-ranking aristocrat to be drawn out of a child to socializing. In the first place, I heard that in this world, adult rites are likely to end by 16 at the latest, and there are twelve early adults.

It seems that the same thing was in the original clothes in the old days of the different world, and the great people are like that.

Vincent is ten years old. Adults are likely to be a long way off, but they will go to school two years later. Thinking about that time, I think it is necessary to interact with the same generation from another house.

And yet ... no invitation has come. There should be many who want to interact with the Winheels.

Why is that so? No one will tell you properly. I abandoned pursuing it for the reason I couldn't tell. You can see it.

Rather than that, I'm trying to cherish my time. What I do is study letters.

At least the characters in this world were not Japanese. I knew it when I wrote my name and thought it was graffiti. The same applies to the letters alphabet.

When I knew it, my eyes turned black. I thought it was fatal because I could not read and write characters from the position of a servant.

Fortunately, I can read it for some reason. Characters written to my eyes are recognized as Japanese. I just couldn't write. Still a big problem. Writing a letter is one of the most common tasks of a squire. Failure to do so will result in disqualification.

You have to be able to write letters. A character that looks Japanese in any way, but should be really different.

It was my existence that made this possible, which I thought was impossible.

When I have the initiative of consciousness, the characters written look not as Japanese but as characters in this world. I can not read or write, so I do not know what is written. I just knew the shape.

But that was enough. Another person knows what is written. I recognize the shape of the letter and write it. Another person knows what the written letters mean. Then another person learns the shape of the letters and I understand the meaning of the letters.

Well, well, I'm impressed that another person came up with such a thing.

Actually, the effect of studying has come out. When I look at the books I use for my study, I can see a mixture of Japanese and the characters of this world. What has changed to the characters of this world is the characters that have been learned.

At first it was a bit hard to decipher, but now I'm quite used to it.

By doing this every day, every day, I got used to handling pens. It's still poor, but I think it's gradually changing to beautiful characters.

The way to a full servant.

It's a long way to go, but you can feel it's moving forward little by little.

Why am I working so seriously? I know the answer. That selfish brother and sister can't let go.

They are all problems, but for me they are the only trusted people in this world.

Such me. Those people treat me normally. They both protect and protect me from being hated and harassed by others.

Such an unusual me-not just an odd eye. More than that I'm not ordinary.

There are two people in one body. Now I'm starting to feel resistance. Me and myself, myself and myself are gradually breaking down the barrier and changing like one. I always become myself, I become me. But I and I are the same.

I feel a little grown up. That's how I became a child.

I described my two souls as one. That's good, though I think it's good. Even if they are completely one, I will never be an ordinary person.

We knew that.

He seems to have prepared a little. I came from a different world. Do you know that you are unusual?

But I am different. An orphan living in a favela, she was powerless and would never die.

I'm not unusual in favela, why did this happen. I don't know what will happen.

Will I be a powerful being? At that time, can I stay normal? If you can be a powerful being, I want to use that power just for them.

I rely on myself. This body is mine, myself who has given my initiative many times. Thought after various thoughts, I knew I was dead, but still my lawful self trying to pass my body to the afterimage of my consciousness. I met such a person for the first time in my life.

Is it strange that we met? Because I am also for me. I am myself now. Anyway, I rely on my consciousness. I want you to hold back the distorted hatred in me with that seriousness.

May I be happy now.

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Four times. At 8:00 am in another world, he heads to wake Vincent.

Originally it was not my job, but my job as a maid, but I was forced to push me because I hated to deal with Vincent-sama who was awake.

There should be a maid in front of the room waiting for me to arrive.

"Why there is no coffee!"

"Um, that's ..."

"Why did you wake me up without coffee to wake up?"

Shouts can be heard from inside the room. Apparently the maid was awake. It doesn't matter, but we want it to happen.

Sigh lightly and traverse the way you came. I'm sorry for the maid, but let me put up a little. I had to figure out how to get angry because of the maid.

When he came back, Vincent's voice was quite quiet.

Still, complaints to the maid seem to be continuing. Is this persistence something else that can not be used? I enter the room thinking about such a thing.

Passing beside the bed and opening the curtains that had been closed, the sun came in through the windows. There was only a room for a legitimate child, and it was a sunny room.

Looking back, Vincent-sama's gaze is right at me who suddenly enters the room. After confirming it, bow politely.

"Good morning, Vincent."

"Oh, let's go."

"Today we have apple juice"

"……what?"

Listening to my words, Vincent-sama has wrinkles between her eyebrows. Don't worry about it.

"I prepared apple juice"

"Why not coffee? I'm deciding on a cup of coffee to wake up."

"Yes. I'm sure."

"So why don't you do what you say?-Are you my servant?"

"Actually, I was reading a book yesterday and made a discovery."

"Discovered?"

"It's not good to drink coffee when you're just waking up."

"... Do you know that? I'm deciding to coffee."

That doesn't mean I like coffee. Vincent is just imitating his father, Hynheal.

"However……"

"What?"

"It was written in a book with King Takemitsu's anecdote."

For Vincent to be more than his father, King Takemitsu, who is said to have been the third king of the Grand Flame Kingdom, whose valor has greatly expanded the territory of the kingdom and laid the foundation for the present kingdom.

"……what?"

"King Takemitsu was always a person thinking about his health."

"I know. Takemitsu is a fearless man on the battlefield, and he was a timid person in peacetime. His value is on the battlefield, and he wants to exert his maximum power on the battlefield. It's because of the idea

"King Takemitsu said that coffee was not good."

"... apple juice?"

"Fruits are good for the body. The sweetness of the fruits also makes the head work better."

This is not the word of King Takemitsu, but it doesn't matter if you come this far.

"Yes, that's fine."

"Yes. I will put it on the table, so please have it."

"Do you get it"

As she got off her bed, Vincent sat at the table. I no longer care about the maid.

That's what I did today.

It was no wonder that he used the best story he had prepared for pulling out of the futon to ease his mood. Every day, it's hard to think about topics that interest Vincent.

But I know. The only thing that does not happen if a maid tries to wake up, or that she gets a tantrum, is that she is doing something wrong.

That I thought to let those who are negative to put me in the mansion recognize my need.

There is nothing to say about the topic each morning to respond to that favor.

"Now I'll tell you today's schedule."

"Um"

Vincent returns nod to Takaage. The morning's work is completed, explaining the schedule of the day that does not look good.

It is the job of the maid to prepare herself, including changing clothes.

By the end, prepare for morning classes in the next room. Textbooks, writing tools, and papers are arranged on the desk.

The previous day's homework is ... white as usual. Take the pen and solve tasks as far as you can.

By the end, Vincent is ready and comes to the room.

"Is it done?"

"... I wonder if you should do it yourself first."

"I don't do my homework because it's for your study. You can do as much as you want. Do you finish it before the teacher actually comes?"

With that, Vincent sits on a chair and takes a pen. I'm pretending to think, but just copying my answer.

I can't quite persuade about this. I have no idea how to convince myself to be used as an excuse. Being able to study may be taking away my enthusiasm for thinking.

By the end of the transcript, Moore arrives in the room as if she had watched it.

It's the beginning of my study in the morning.

Face-to-face, the teacher explains the tasks of the previous day one by one, and answers the questions. That is the review. After that, I start today's class.

Although he uses textbooks, he teaches verbally that most are not written. I wondered why, but apparently thought it was to protect my teacher's value. When Vincent tried to copy down what he said hard, he thought so because he stopped it.

Of course, I can't leave it on paper. Inevitably concentrate your consciousness so that you don't miss any words the teacher says. In the corner of the room.

Moore sensed me once. Since then, I have completely ignored me. The reason can be understood by looking at me when looking at me.

There is no doubt that studying is unnecessary, such as for orphans. When I noticed that I was listening, I started to reduce my voice. That dislike may not only mean that you are an orphan, but also that my eyes may be involved.

This mansion does not change my attitude toward me. I'm hated in both shanty towns and noble residences. Except for two people.

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After the morning classes, lunch will be served.

Vincent eats with her family, so I leave it to the maid, while I finish my meal.

Get a meal from the cooking room and return to your room.

There is a cafeteria for servants, but they only eat in their own rooms because they are only irritating to the eyes around them. This is better because there is a review of the class in the morning. If you see them studying, you don't know what to say.

While biting on the bread, the story I heard during class was written on paper. Even if you overlook or forget, when you ask me, not me, they usually answer.

I don't know why, but he has an unusually good memory.

If it's just lunch time, I'll do my best to make paper. I will read it back many times later to understand the content. If you don't understand, write it down on paper and Vincent will ask you a question the next day.

My study is supported by Vincent's cooperation.

I've once heard why this is so far. The answer was strangely convincing.

Nobody is perfect. If such a person wants to stand on top of a person, they have to look for people who can make up for what they lack. Vincent said so. In other words, because you are not good at studying, you can do your best.

I think what I'm saying is right. The bad news is that there are too many things missing for Vincent.

At the moment, I am the only one who can make up for it. I have to do my best until there are more people.

This afternoon, Vincent and Eriel also had a manner lesson. I don't need to go out with the dance.

When I have time, I always practice in the usual place. I took the empty bowl to the cooking room, and after washing it, I headed for the courtyard.

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Fountain in courtyard. Turn it around the other side.

There are no people on this side to fetch water, and if you are hiding behind a fountain, you should rarely see it. At least, since I came here, I don't remember seeing it.

Nevertheless, listen carefully to the surrounding signs just in case. If there's someone hiding like me, it's different, but there's no sign of people around me.

After confirming that, I concentrated myself on this time. Calm the feeling, focus on the pupil, and also concentrate on the right eye. As you continue to do so, you will eventually see something floating around the fountain.

It has no color, no form, yet something that makes you feel.

When you can see this, your opponent will also notice. This is something with will, slowly gathering around me and drifting.

Slowly extend your right arm into the air so as not to surprise you. Something that has begun to gather around my arms, pulls something out of my body little by little and begins to absorb.

Gradually, the presence becomes stronger. When you come this far, just tell your wish.

If you want a round ball, just hope so. If you want it to be shaped like a blade, just hope so.

He then cut off the branch that stretched out of the tree in front of him, and hopefully-a water blade flew in the air, cutting off the tip of the branch. Now it's small and cuts only at the tip of a thin branch, but as it gets bigger it will cut thicker ones.

This is my magic. It's very different from Vincent's practice. But my intuition is appealing. Something may be telling you, not your intuition.

This is true magic.

It was a coincidence that I knew something existed. I was secretly bathing in an addicted bath after it became dark so as not to be known to others.

When I looked at the fountain with one eye and the right eye because of the water dripping from my head, I saw something drifting around. I thought it was a mistake, and when I looked closely, it disappeared.

However, even if it disappeared, the presence once felt did not disappear. If you look at it with just your right eye, you can see it. It becomes invisible with only the left eye.

Existence visible only in blue eyes I knew it was a water element spirit. The spirit is what I call without permission, so I don't know if it really is a spirit. But it has its will.

They are willing and need meals.

That meal is the magical power inside the human body. Even if you can't activate or circulate the magic, if I allow, the spirits will freely draw the magic from my body and make it their own.

It is thanks for granting this wish.

Magic is such a reason.

I knew that and the question came up. Why is Vincent's magical tutor telling lies? But I can't say it. The fact that I can use magic is also strange.

I have no courage to know this. It's painful to have a secret, but fortunately, I was there to advise and support these situations.

The fact that you are different from others should be hidden as much as possible. Even if you know that, until you get the strength you need.

I decided so and now I'm desperate to hone this ability.

Now you can see the spirits of water just by consciousness without having to look into one eye. Even when there is no water, such as a fountain, you can feel your presence if you concentrate on your emotions.

With a little more effort, if it becomes easy to see, my magic must be usable. I'm quite responsive about the water spirits.

Should we spend more time training our left eye? Recently, I have come to think like that.