I Favor the Villainess

"Hey you. Are you going to let me get sunburned? The umbrella's off, isn't it?

Early summer evening.

Claire, walking right next door, said that in the still strong sun, although it had been brought back.

I am now in the process of finishing my work for the Knights of the College and returning to my dorm.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Master Claire. I looked at Master Claire a little too much cancer, and I went crazy at hand."

I hastily corrected the position of the umbrella.

It would be difficult if the skin of Claire's balls were stained.

There's no Chocolate O B in this world.

"I don't know what the cancer is, but I was wondering if you could do your job properly."

"I'm sorry"

"... hmm"

Dear Claire, who turns his back.

Yes, the fudge is also very adorable.

Though, normally, it's not weird that another word or two of your novels fly in, but Master Claire is a little unwell these days.

After all, the fact that Laine, who has served by her side for many years, has definitely cast a shadow on Master Claire's mind.

As far as I'm concerned, I want Master Claire to feel better, but I'm trying to figure out how I can make that happen.

"Dear Claire,"

"What is it?

"When I'm done with college, should I make something sweet?"

"What the sudden. It's nothing."

"Even Claire's favorite cream brulee?

"... that would be the recipe I put up for Lene"

Master Claire says in a sinking voice.

What I did became a snake with the intention of encouraging it.

I shouldn't do this.

"Dear Claire,"

"What is it?"

"Let's cheer up and go"

"I'm fine."

That being said, he turns away again and again, but he is clearly a strong man.

Though I wonder what's wrong with this, I can't think of a name for anything.

"Dear Claire,"

"What is it?"

"Can I hug you?

"Ha!?

Shit.

I couldn't think of anything too much, and just my worries came out with my mouth shut.

"You're not going to make it. Where is my husband's servant asking for a hug?"

"Huh? Here?

"So don't look strange!?

But lucky or what, Master Puffy Angry Claire seemed somewhat more energetic than earlier.

All right, I can tell you about this flow.

"Dear Claire,"

"What is it?... This is the third time you've had this interaction, right?

"I like it."

"Yes, sir. I don't like you."

I'm impressed with you.

"That's crazy. I thought we could do it now."

"Where can I get that idea!? Mostly, he said he could go!

"What, are you gonna make me say that? Oh, dear Claire. Nasty."

"You're the one who said it!?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm feeling better. I'm out.

Encourage Master Claire that way (?) I went to the dorm without a thing while I was there.

No, I can't wait for something like that to happen during the civilian movement incident.

I'll be with you to Claire's room in the dorm, unlock and go inside.

As I was unpacking and cleaning up, I found something in the letter reception attached to the door.

For the sake of postage and sorting, it is also the job of the squire.

The seal of wax looked familiar.

Of course, this is the first crest I've seen in this world, but I can see the contents of the letter, not to mention the sender, of the "Revolution" mania.

"That guy" is coming.

"Dear Claire, I have received your letter"

"Where's the sender?

"This is Master Manaria-Soos."

"! From your sister!?

Lady Claire walked over to me and revealed the envelope to take away.

"Open it."

"Yes, sir."

Carefully open the envelope offered with a silver paper knife.

There was a single note inside.

Hand it to Master Claire as it is.

……

Something that seems reasonably delightful about Master Claire staring at the note.

As you can see from the designation "sister," Claire admires the sender of the letter, Manaria.

I think you will be able to see what Manaria is like at that time because she should appear in person soon.

"Dear Claire, we need to move to the dining room."

"Go ahead. I will read this letter."

"Then I'll wait too"

……

Master Claire is obsessed with reading the letter.

It seems as though I'm even reading romantic texts from thinkers.

I felt something disturbing bring my head from the back of my chest.

"Your sister... you're in college"

Eventually you finished reading, Master Claire muttered about that in a hot tone.

It's also unnatural to keep quiet, so I open my mouth.

"By sister, do you mean that manarian?

"That's right. I am the first princess of the Kingdom of Suse. She's my admirer."

"Ha."

"He said he was in the college because he was studying in the Kingdom of Bauer. Your letter was an apology for the delay."

"Heh, really?"

"Right now, something about a bar reading, or that you didn't sound dissatisfied?

"It's my fault, Master Claire"

I wish Master Claire happiness first and foremost.

I don't care who Claire thinks of.

... and although I know it by my head, I still don't feel calm.

"It's time to come to the dining room, Master Claire"

"Right. Yeah, but you might not be able to eat much with your breasts full."

"Oh, really? Let's go."

"You look unhappy after all, don't you?

"No? Nothing?

I don't give a shit. Come on.

Tzu.

"Are you a little jealous?

"Yes."

"Instant answer!?

'Cause hey.

"I thought you said I admire Master Claire."

"I'm tired of hearing that joke, aren't I?

"How do you know I'm serious?

"I don't know what's going on... Yeah, but..."

Lady Claire laughed meaningfully once she cut the words there,

"Would you like to dedicate the flowers of the floss to the balance? Then the truth of your thoughts will be shown."

I said so in an unseemly maiden tone.

"Is that Amor's poem?"

"Oh, you knew."

Amor's poetry is a legend that has long been passed down to the Kingdom of Bauer.

Here's what the legend says.

A tall man and a tall man fell in love with one witch.

The men were all leading men of the country, competing with each other to think of themselves more as women.

The politics of the country was disturbed while the men were out of love.

When the witches prayed to God that the men would stop arguing, God gave them a single scale to tell them this.

"Give offerings to the balance. And whosoever the scales point unto, he is thy husband.

The extraction of the balance shown by God made a tall man the husband of a witch, and a tall man torn into love, he said, an excellent king.

Claire's line is the word that the witch said to the men, showing the balance of God.

"Does Master Claire also like stories like that?

"I don't hate you, do I? It's not romantic."

The aftertaste of the good news that Master Manaria was here, or that Master Claire said as if she had floated somewhere.

"I don't hate love stories either, but you don't really like Amor's poetry"

"Oh, why?

Dear Claire with her neck hanging.

That's cute.

"'Cause isn't it just a story where a witch should choose from the beginning? It's a bad girl to let men compete with it."

"That's not true."

I didn't get it. But with the look on his face, Master Claire continued.

"I'm sure the witch didn't have a choice. If you fall in love with someone, it's not going to be easy to break them off."

It was like a girl I tend to dream about.

"I don't know who I like or how much I like. I want someone to tell me if I can. The thoughts of a lover must be in this poem."

Master Claire suddenly became a poet.

No, Master Claire was originally good at poetry.

"Dear Claire,"

"What the... how many times today, this interaction"

To Claire, who looks fed up and still reacts to discipline, I...

"I'm hungry"

and expressed an unobtrusive sentiment.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...!

He was like Claire, whose face turned bright red like a instant water boiler, but he immediately dropped his shoulder disappointingly,

"Well, someone who jokes about love, like you, doesn't get it."

So I said, I knocked over the door of the room and went.

I'm not kidding.

Chasing after that, I was alone.

Even today, my thoughts do not reach Master Claire.