Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"- That's why Ballado has never forgotten how marvellous Master Doyle is, but this time, it's up to him to recognise that no one in this world can still be better than Master Doyle. Balad is sincerely proud to serve Master Doyle!

"Right."

"Yes!"

Swallow the last bite as you hang out with Balad. Pour me a new cup of tea like that, and I nodded to Ballado, who closed praise time at the perfect time, and I got a satisfying reply.

I think it's a boulder ballad at ballad runoff time when I finish breakfast almost at the same time. Thoroughly immersed in my world but never letting me waste my time.

That's also why it's bad in nature............

My conscience blames me for forbidding Rampage Time, which doesn't interfere with my behavior, just because I don't want to hear it, although I want to make it stop the words of praise that make me sick to hear it.

I also feel like a convict around time adjusting in anticipation of that sometimes situation and my psyche, but seeing Nico and his grumpy ballad, well, there's no harm and I'm forced to convince myself that this might be a kind of stress relief for Balad.

Balad takes care of me from day to day, and most importantly, if I banned praise time, I banned it. So sometimes I'm extra scared because I don't know how that clinging expresses itself.

That's how the fast-switching Balad was moving on to his next move while I was self-completing about Balad's runaway time. I try not to, either, as I see Ballado quietly cleaning up breakfast with little noise.

Listening to the occasional rubbing sound of kachari and dishes, watching Ballado's actions in his hand and squashing his time, Ballado came to me after cleaning up his breakfast in advance.

"Dear Doyle,"

"Hmm?"

"How are your plans for today?

"Oh. I think I'm going to go fix my spear today for now"

"... When I say spear repair, is it a shattered green spear?

"Yes."

"But isn't that hard to fix?

"I know. But this is what Meryl and Sebastian and the others gave me when I was seven. I want to fix it just because it looks like it."

"... my grandfather and Lady Merrill."

Remove the brown bag from the subspace while continuing the conversation with Balad. If you unstuck the string tying your mouth with a brown bag on the table that sticks out a little from your palm, the fluttering cloth spreads over the table as it moves, and the green spear fragments you gathered that day from the brown cloth reveal themselves as best you can.

I somehow remember when this spear was smashed and scattered, teasing with my hands the pieces of the spear that had become unbroken when I saw it.

The moment I found Marnagarm jumping from behind me, I bit my left arm wrapped around a purchasing spear in anticipation of Merrill's paralysis pills having some effect. I don't know if it's because of the spear, but my left arm just had to have a tooth shape to convince Master Gray. Besides, I didn't have to let Marnagarm escape because of the paralysis pills, so I have no regrets about my judgment then. But just because you don't have any regrets doesn't mean this spear isn't easily thrown away.

"............ take it to the weapons store. If it doesn't seem possible, I'll take anything to the store. I won't use a spear from now on. Just fix what you look like."

"- - - You're happy with this spear, even if you can't go back to its original form."

I wanted to keep it as a memory, even if I didn't want it to function as a spear. So Pompous and Ballado muttered, hoping to fix just the way he looked.

If you stop messing with the fragments to that voice color that you seem sincerely envious of, and look up at Balad, Balad stares at the fragments of the spear that have spread over his desk with an enviable look.

"Ballad?"

"Yes, Master Doyle"

"What's wrong with you?

"No, nothing. It's just... is this spear from my grandfather and Meryl? Then I thought this spear, which was useful to Doyle and could be scattered, was a happy man, no matter how it was used. Me too - -,"

If you call your name after wondering how Ballad is doing, Ballad shifts his gaze to me. And then I glanced back at the fragment and thought I'd gone on to say more words, and I whine one last word.

Ballado opened his mouth with a bright look on his face as he turned his expression off and shrugged, "Me too," he couldn't hear and tried to listen back, but turned his gaze back on me before that.

"You'll be proud that the spear your grandfather and Merrill also gave you protected yourself from Doyle. Besides, you care so much that you just need to fix the shape. This spear will be your hope too!

Ballad's face, who says it's the main hope because it helped me, had a confident smile, not the look of envy or the face that erased his expression, and as usual I was accidentally caught in my standard Ballad thought circuit and laughed.

"............ I hope so"

"It's only natural to be proud of this spear scattered, but if you can take care of the spear my grandfather gave me that much for Dear Doyle, I would be very happy to be your grandson, too. If you don't mind, I'd like to show you that there's a shop in [School Shopping District] that has a reputation for being smart, but how about that?

"Let's ask."

"Yes, I did. So, what time do you leave?

"We'll leave as soon as we're ready. [School mall] will be crowded today."

"Then you will have your meal!

"Ask for something easy to move"

I said I was going out early, and as soon as I could, I let my eyes shine and I said, "You'll have a treat!" If I asked Balad for clothes that were easy to move, "he said," I get a visible and disappointing look, although I didn't complain. But Ballado, who immediately regained his mind, confirmed to me that he would eat down.

"........................... The only thing you plan to do today is fix the spear, right?

"Yeah. But if you're gonna walk in the crowd, you better make it easier to move. Ask for easy moving everyday clothes. I don't even need ornaments."

"But it's a holiday in the corner. A little bit."

"I hate ornaments because they're heavy."

If I refuse the ornaments to chase Ballado even further, who perseveres in trying to take the words to dress me, he will still devour me with a sad look on his face. I am distracted by its desperate appearance, but it has already been experienced to be coordinated with luxurious ornaments in fine clothing that completely pushes me to be an upscale nobleman when I show my sweet face here.

If it's a day off, there are quite a few students to dress. So many students are having a tea party as a place to interact. I also understand that dressing is not a bad thing, but a form of preference as a nobleman.

And it's not like Balad has a bad taste. I am heavily aware that I have good taste. But Balad's hobby stands out anyway. No, Ballad's taste is not flashy. Ballad is just choosing me a disgraceful outfit as a Duke.

However, the outfit, which combines jewellery in an elegant balance with fine clothing that takes into account seasonality and fashion, stands out on the contrary in a school that still brings together half-service children, both as noblemen and squire. There's no need for school life, such as adult-faced outfits that don't bother you when you're called to the royal castle.

It is a bitter memory of that day when, at the beginning of school, we gathered our gaze not only from ordinary students but also from the students of the aristocratic class as a result of allowing Balad to be free, wondering if it was okay not to leave the dormitory. Ballado's tasteful clothes and my appearance drew too much attention.

It's bad for Balad, who wants to dress me up, but I'm sorry to walk around the bustling school mall with merchants and students dressed as nobles.

Most importantly, try walking around and being surrounded by female students. I can see what Master Gray will say and so on.

"Easy to move. Ask for regular clothes"

"………………………………………………"

"I asked for it."

"... Yes. So that's how we're going to prepare."

Think of your sister, Lady Gray, and ask Ballado for clothes that are easy to move.

Ballado, who answered such a rare and plentiful span of time to my words, had seen this one many times with a remorseful look on his face, but he agreed with the unfortunate face that he knew I would not withdraw the words.

Then, in order to leave the room, we go into the task of putting the cleaned up breakfast and washer set on the wagon that was on the edge of the room. I felt sadness drifting over Balad's back as he silently put his luggage on the wagon, and my chest hurt so badly.

Too tight for you?

Unlike earlier tensions, my conscience is slightly hurt by the appearance of Balad dropping his shoulders. Would it have seemed pathetic to dismiss all Balad's hopes because he didn't want to stand out?

Ballad got up earlier than I did and he's been preparing a lot for me. And he's trying to spend his corner holiday looking after me.

Perhaps that behavior is natural as a squire, but shouldn't I be discreet in my loyalty as my husband?

I gradually began to wonder if I should fulfill as much as the whispering desire to dress my subordinate's husband to the appearance of a squire who had lost his energy to see, putting the advantages and disadvantages of drinking Ballado's demands on the scale.

And I open my mouth after I pull it out, thinking as I look at Balad.

"- - Ballad"

"Why should I?

"…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………"

"That's..."

"Except! I don't need any ornaments, and I refuse to catch too many eyes."

"Yes, I did! I brought it with me immediately!

I dropped my shoulders to see it, I saw Balad working, and I was attacked by guilt. After all I thought about it, I ended up mouthing a compromise proposal.

As soon as I told him I didn't have to wear it everyday, if I stabbed the nail on Balad, who brightened his expression all the time, he nodded cocklessly as if he was aware. And just before I changed my mind, Ballado left the room in a hurry when he finished cleaning it up at a great speed.

... could it have been an act or something?

I don't want to doubt Balad, but I have such doubts about Balad's appearance when he hit the habit of dropping his shoulder earlier and turned and quickly left in a superior mood. A squire who was blind and obedient to me, although his blind parts haven't changed lately, feels steadily wearing a strength very similar to his grandfather's.

The idea also came to mind that I should still wear it everyday at the speed of Balad's transformation, which I even feel fitted in. However, because Ballado has already left at that time, it is already too late even though I thought it would have been sooner.

At the very least, not very prominent clothes!

The only road left for me like that was waiting for Ballado to return home in earnest, praying that he would bring me clothes that were not difficult.