Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

Now, if I may say what we're doing right now, it's a parade.

I'm in the middle of a parade.

Jash caught the sage brilliantly with the rare material of the sea as he returned to Kristia. Per understanding the operation correctly and coaching jizzy… no coaching and letting you make a number of great floats, you are really competent.

Plus the Valkyrie float specs. Heroes are also here to offer topics.

"Muscle muscles!

"Rosalind!!

"Muscle muscles!

"Rosalind!"

"Goddess. Ah!

"Divine child. Ah!

"Savior, oh, oh!!

Everybody likes it. It's too good. I'm Rosalind. Nor is it Rosalind. That's why I'm a regular duke! and he smiles and waves as he endures the desire to scream.

"Dear Alfiej, try ice rain. Let the fog out."

"Oh."

Soft fog occurs. Tidy up the fog with the wind.

"Dear Aldin, give me the light"

"Huh? Okay."

More manipulation of Master Aldin's light magic, the fog touches the rainbow. More trapping light in the fog… to the show of light and water, the Wolfaneers cheered.

"Brother."

"Hehe, I'll take care of it"

I got it, and my brother just sends down flowers. You know, brother. Red, yellow, blue, pink… deliberately solidified without mixing.

Scatter with the wind, gather and let take various forms.

"Wow..."

"Hehe, I'm going to make it this year's banquet art"

"No, isn't that the level at which you get enough money?

"Really?

Arrive at the castle with that irrelevant conversation as dilk. Today is a dinner party summoned abruptly to all the Wolfanese nobles.

I dress decorated with blue Ricca flowers based on a clear white tone. Milfi is a grown-up dress in wine color. My escort is a dilk, of course. Milfi escorts are princes and brothers.

That's remarkable! Sounds like you're following the prince and his brother, Milfi. Cool!

I deal appropriately with the Wolfaneer aristocracy.

After a while, the King and Dear Judas, Jess appeared.

"Holy Virgin, are you enjoying this?

"So say you're not a Virgin. Thank you, I'm enjoying it. By the way, I'd like to ask Your Majesty a favor."

I spoke to the king with a smile. By the way, the king doesn't know the operation. Probably because things are going to go smoother if you don't know them. Brain muscles are not conspiratorial.

"Tell me."

"I'd like to speak with someone who manages the grace of the Virgin."

"Hmm? I don't mind. He will be here for this supper because he is a nobleman."

So much less, the head of the Marsh family came. He looked like a nervous man with glasses on.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Meekill-Marsh"

A man who speaks with a smile. The status is Count. A rat beast man, I guess? There have been a few others who have been assisting him.

"I apologize for calling you. We're actually going to start a business to spread the grace of the Virgin. I would love to have you join me... and you will be more familiar with how to nurture the grace of the Virgin, may I speak to you?

"Of course you are"

I saw an intention in the man's eyes. Even if you can't make money selling the grace of the Virgin exclusively and at a high price, it should never be a bad story to do business with me, a noble and unwilling but Virgin of Wolfaneer in another country.

I lifted Count Marsh well and praised him. Speech is an essential skill of the aristocracy.

Besides being praised by the King, Count Marsh is the highest heaven. He told me that he was proud of the leading role in managing the grace of the Virgin. Perhaps there was also jealousy for the Rattle family, which was the same countenance but continued to monopolize the management of the Virgin's grace. I was under the impression that the men who seemed to be other collaborators had no obsession around them and just wanted to smoke sweet juice.

"Rosalind, I disagree."

Milfi has a cold look. I can just understand my gaze as if I look down on Baron Marsh and the others as if they were bugs. Milfi is cool! I made a surprise look while I thought.

"Milphilia?"

"I looked into it."

Sigh loosely and gracefully, Milfi.

"Manage the grace of the Virgin... but the grace of the Virgin is dying. Right?

Count Marsh blued. Because it's true. And that's also why Seeda tried to take you in financial distress. It seems that the grace of the Virgin is unusually difficult to manage and nurture, and her brother was burning. For once, our inhabitants are properly raised without a brother's follow-up, but slowly they say they will improve it to make it easier to grow it. If it's for good rice, I'm going to do everything I can to follow it up.

"Rosalind, you don't have to be involved in incompetence that can't carry out His Majesty's orders like this. We are the only ones… we also have Rubert, who has the hand of God and the green. I don't need these nasty men."

"Nah!? The grace of the Virgin was dying because Yugdrasil had paused! I'm the Count! It's not the bottom line!

"Key and ugly. Don't let the subordinate aristocracy dictate to me, the Duke's Lady. Besides, it's Yugdrasil's fault? Hehe..."

"What's wrong!

"Poor growth and death of plants by Yugdrasil is like hibernation. If Rosalind's gone, and it's not going to improve now, it's because you're dead."

"Become!?

Rosalind, there's no need for incompetence.

"Milfilia, it's too much to say. Sure, the grace of our Virgin is properly raised by the inhabitants without green hands, but there were other factors such as food distress, I'm sure!

Secret moves! They seem to be sheltering. In fact, the art of dropping them!!

"Well... Rosalind would be sweet. I can't believe I pitied you to such incompetence."

Ho ho, and Milfi laughing only elegantly and arrogantly.

The Wolfaneer aristocrats who were watching far away also whisper. With that said, it was the Rattles who inherently managed the grace of the Virgin. I still heard voices saying it had to be the Rattle family. Count Marsh roughed up his voice about whether that voice inspired the complex.

"I have enough to insult you! Unpleasant! Your Majesty, I beg your pardon!

Count Marsh turned bright red in his face and left angrily. First step clear, huh? Hehe, putting it up and dropping it is basic, right?