10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Frederick! I will destroy my engagement to you!

Advanced school graduation party.

It sets the stage for a debutante for the nobility. There, the voice of the Duke's man, Alan, echoes.

The named Countess Warrant Lady Frederick was holding her mouth down with a pale face.

"Dear Alan, why..."

"Why! You think I don't know! Anna, come here!

The quiet party venue door opens.

From there, Anna, the baroness, crept in.

I'm an advanced school sophomore and I'm supposed to be around the back of my graduation party.

"I've come to make a difference in identity, rambling! alienate along with the surroundings! What I abandoned when a monster attacked me on a joint excursion! I'm not gonna make you say you don't remember me!

Anna leans in, taking Alan's arm.

The music stops, and the eyes of the venue converge on the three.

"The wasp is the Countess."

"I don't want to hear any excuses! In the first place, advanced schools have nothing to do with identity!

Alan blocks Frederick's words as he tried to argue with a trembling voice.

Both Bernard, son of the Marquis family to the left and right of Alan, and Erik, son of the high priest of the temple of the king's capital, are nodding.

"And! I hereby announce that Anna and I are engaged!

Alan looks around the party venue and declares.

A round of applause echoed the venue.

Only from Bernard and Erik.

"Oh no... Alan, please reconsider. such as the descendants of the Duke's family and the daughter of the Baron's family getting married."

"Do you speak your identity even over this period! We missed it! That's it for the story! Band, give me some music!

It is an instruction from the uppermost position, in the venue of the debutante.

In this situation, the band plays an instrument. Professional.

Frederick, who was told to break his engagement, left on a small run to the terrace away from the Alans.

Relax, spilling tears.

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"Dear Charles, we're ready. Thank you for your time."

"Well, I'm not used to Gerald using salutations."

"Today is the graduation party. It will always be like this, Master Charles."

"Well. Are you really better than that? The National Police is not a popular organization, and Gerald's grades would have allowed him to go anywhere. It wasn't my patronage, it was someone else, wasn't it?

"Dear Charles, it is my desire to enter the National Police. I want no unfair investigation, no unreasonable punishment. Because even if you can't, you may be able to warn unfortunate civilians."

"... well, yeah. Let's stick together."

"Thank you. Come on, Master Charles, it's time. Let's head to the royal palace."

"Yeah."

Identity is irrelevant on the premises of an advanced school.

As it says, 'Whoever walks through this gate, abandon any identity'.

But on the contrary, if you graduate, or if you go outside the gate, there is a severe difference in identity.

Even a graduation party at the Royal Palace.

Civilians attending advanced schools had an implicit understanding of deciding how to shake themselves by graduation.

who decide on their post-graduate affiliation organization to consolidate at the same place of employment. If you wish to join the National Army, for example, your uniform will be lent ahead of time.

who enter the asylum of a classmate or a legendary nobleman. It is the birth of a civilian who becomes an aristocratic civilian, etc. In this case, he is given a party costume by a nobleman on the asylum side.

Some civilians go to graduation parties without belonging anywhere. That is the daughter of the great merchant and the son of the great farmer. I have managed to arrange expensive costumes in front of myself to participate in the party.

Whatever.

Today there will be an advanced school graduation party.

Among the graduates, he is a debutante for the nobility, to clarify his position for the civilian population.

Both Charles and Gerald, by the way, were tailored clothes in the village of Houjo.

The final adjustment was made by Wang Du's needle, and the needle made a fuss about the unfamiliar design.

"Frederick! I will destroy my engagement to you!

The voices of the voices that do not match the party venues are echoed by the voices that do not match the content.

Charles, who was moisturizing his throat after the dance, and Gerald, who refrains half a step back, look at him.

What are you talking about, man?

Listening to the ensuing conversation, Charles and Gerald gently wandered up.

The upstairs corridor surrounds the party venue all the way.

Now there were nobles lined up to ordain the young men who welcomed the debutantes.

Graduate parents and other nobles, on the contrary, even royalty.

Graduation party preparation, management and security are carried out by senior school students.

Cooking, serving, music, etc. are adult jobs, but it is the school students who give instructions.

Graduation parties are events where graduates are checked for behavior and work.

"Dear Charles, is there no problem among the nobles? In the case of civilians, such as the dissolution of an engagement recognized by the parents of both families between themselves…"

"Gerald, you don't think it's a problem? You know nobility takes more care of Ments than civilians, right? Look, Alan and Bernard's family are bright blue. Dukes and marquises, even though they are aristocrats whose expressions cannot be read. I've never seen the face of" Wise God "change."

Charles groans with a distant eye like a shudder.

Gerald, who heard the words, is also turning bright blue.

Among this year's graduates, Gerald was top in seating. Even the grandchildren of The Wise God, including the nobles.

Well, even if you can't get your head around that much, you can understand that this is a bad situation.

Upstairs in the corridor, officials of the Duke's and Marquis' houses, the high priest who had been called to it, held his head instead of changing his complexion.

But it's unacceptable to speak up on the first floor during a graduation party.

It is in the spirit of this graduation party that we see that we have become alone, and that is why we are debutantes.

Speaking from upstairs is a disgrace to him, to his parents, and to his house.

Most importantly, other than graduates and staff, it's "shameless" to enter the party venue.

"Ha. I can't believe I did this at my graduation party. I had a sweet read too."

"Master Charles?

"Gerald, I want you to give this paper to Donnie and your grandfather. Gerald then accompanied Doni to finish his cot so that he could come back to this place as soon as possible"

Charles running a slight pen on parchment removed from his nose.

Gerald received is tilting his neck. to the instructions and to the contents written.

"Master Charles?

"Go! I'll buy you some time! It's urgent!

"Ha."

Usually with a smile on your face, Charles is a good hit on civilians and nobles alike.

Now, that look had changed.

Strong eyes and burning red hair and.

Although he has publicly declared that he will not succeed later, he is a deserving force for the Marquis boys.

Gerald moves out quietly and quickly, and Charles moves on with his legs again.

Frederick's gone, to the terrace.

"Frederick. It's still cold out there. You're gonna catch a cold, aren't you?

"... Dear Charles"

The window of the party venue leads to the terrace.

Right now, the only person there was Frederick, who was just told to break his engagement.

No, I have an underclass guard who looks awkward.

"Aristocrats, do not be upset at any time. Stretch your chest and deal with it resolutely!

"Master Charles?

"It's your grandfather's word. I was weak and slow to learn as a nobleman. [M] I wonder if that's why they always said that and pissed me off."

"Well, that sounds like Sir Red Fever."

Frederick smiles cuddly with his face up.

There are no traces of tears already.

By the way, Charles was slow to start learning as a nobleman, not because he was sick and weak.

Because he spent time in the village with his sister Alice and brother Basil, his runaway parents, and grew up as just a villager.

It has been a setting since my grandfather, Bastian, decided to go for nobility with protection.

"Frederick. A wise lady would know, wouldn't she? You didn't come out on the terrace to cry in shock."

"... yeah, to change my mood. The essence of Master Charles was cochlear, wasn't it? I thought he was just a good guy at school. You're surprisingly harsh."

"I don't know, I think it's both me. Besides... some people are worse off than I usually am when I fight, right?

"Heh, yeah, that's better. I'd like to see you someday. Besides, Charles seems to prefer cockroaches to wasps."

Tell him to stand aside, Charles. You mean Eugene. I don't think I'm going to wake up angry.

But it seems to have helped change Frederick's mood.

"... Ha, madam. I didn't think Alan was to this extent. Dear Charles, I've decided to be ready. Would you like to escort me?

"Yeah, happy. Shall we come, Lady?"

Frederick taking Charles' arm as he offered it.

Not the eyes of a woman who tears at breaking her engagement and pulls back heavily.

In Frederick's eyes dwelt a strong light.

Tenaciously and resolutely, he returns to the party venue with a definite foothold.

It is payback time.