At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

I arrived at the lord's mansion and got out of the car, when my grandfather was escorting Mr. Lynn again.

Lynn also shows an elegant atmosphere in response in Queen Mode.

I was lying in the car until just now.

It's more of a scam. Who is that lady? It's cunning to be a real beauty if you keep quiet.

After that, the servants spoke to their grandfather and were led inside the mansion.

However, after watching the situation for a little while, it seems that the servant is telling Lynn what he told his grandfather.

You're welcome. That kind of language is also spoken via your grandfather.

I wonder why you don't speak directly to Mr. Lynn.

I wonder if there's such a courtesy or a decision in this country.

Mr. Lynn, it's the queen, and talking poorly and being rude might be a countermeasure that doesn't make sense.

"Welcome. Welcome, Your Highness."

In the room ahead, escorted by my grandfather, there was a man who had already poked at his knees when the door opened.

Is this man the lord? It feels like it in person.

The age is the same as mine, or you look younger than that. I guess that means you're pretty young.

Considering that Sigal's growth rate is normal, I wonder if he hasn't said 20.

"Thank you for the welcome. But please stand. Now I'm as impatient as I know. I am not a queen, I travel as a knight even if I speak. Please, take it easy."

"Thank you very much for your concern"

The lord-like man raised his face in Mr. Lynn's words and took Mr. Lynn's hand with his knees poked.

And I tried to mouth it in that hand - my grandfather beat me up.

Uh, why? What happened now? Mr. Lynn is a little surprised, too.

"- No, no, no, what are you doing, Grandpa...!

"Idiot, if you hadn't stopped that now, its neck would have been slapped off. Queen Refine, please forgive me peacefully because my grandson is still not studying as a lord. If you're to blame, I'd like you to forgive me with this old body's neck."

Grandpa turned in front of Mr. Lynn and poked him in the knee, taking his sword off his waist and offering it to Mr. Lynn.

Was the lord your grandfather's grandson?

I don't know, but I think you're being rude right now, so give me a break. Maybe.

Although, Mr. Lynn, I was normally surprised right now, so I think there's probably no problem.

"You're diligent. I don't think it's a good idea to take the lives of people like you lightly. My husband, Forobulbe, is the same. You are the one who deserves to develop succession."

"Thank you very much for your generous words."

Mr. Lynn responded in queen mode as usual, and Grandpa drowned deeply.

The lord lined up beside his grandfather as he saw it and panicked, bowing his head in the same way.

But when Mr. Lynn poked his knee so as to gaze at the two poking knees, he took the lord's hand and gently touched his back.

"I wonder if this will do. Sorry for not studying if I'm wrong, young lord."

And he laughed and spoke, and the lord was in love with his face bright red.

... maybe if it had been like this the first time we met, I would have had the same reaction.

Somehow I remember the first time I met him, and I thought, "You're a fraud. This is it."

"Ko, it's an honor. It will be such a pride to His Highness the Refine."

"Hehe, that's a big deal. Please stand up."

"Ha."

The lord took Mr. Lynn's hand as he turned bright red in his face and directed him to a seat where he seemed to have prepared tea.

Looks like it fitted round, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm very concerned his face is swollen.

I wonder if I should heal you. I want to cure you very much.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. No offense, either. Forgive me."

"Heh, uh, ah, yes"

When Lords and Lynn started moving, Grandpa apologized to us too.

If you are surprised and unable to react in a busy manner, Mr. Leith steps forward and opens his mouth.

"I hope you don't mind. We will obey it even more than Master Refine says is good. And if I look at you, I know that your grandson has no ill intentions."

"Thank you."

I didn't think you'd apologize to me, so I couldn't react at all.

It's just that Mr. Lilith gave it back to me with a smile, so it'll be fine. I'm sure.

It's okay, Mr. Sigal, you don't have to bear the bitter laughter. Because I know.

"You must be tired of a long journey. Stay at my mansion tonight."

"Yeah, thank you. Let me sweeten your words."

The lord told Mr. Lynn how it felt to be a classic street, and Mr. Lynn was also smiling and nodding.

... I know I can't, but there are times when I want to peel that plating off.

Why don't you? What are you going to do with Mr. Aroness? You can't do that.

Although it was boring at first like that, I received a meal and prepared a bath.

The bath was naturally different for me, but for some reason I don't really understand that it was a VIP treatment either.

A servant woman came in and said something about washing her body, so she was politely asked to leave.

I don't know what kind of eyes I would see if I could get caught up with Sigal later on.

That kid looks like he's probably, and he's pretty jealous.

Inai is still kinder around there.

I'm just patient in her case, so sometimes I'm scared the other way around.

"And naturally one person goes to bed, and... that's good, but I'm not comfortable, this room"

The bedroom is luxurious and spacious.

Probably a room to entertain the aristocrats.

"... maybe you know me, too."

Maybe he sees me not as just an escort, but as Inai's body.

Perhaps this is the kind of treatment we would certainly be dealing with in that case.

"With that young man, you know the details like that well and you're moving... awesome"

I really need to get it right these days, I know how awesome it is to be around because I think so.

Maybe your grandfather told you.

Still, how much does a lord weigh doing his job at that young age?

"Huh..."

I take my sword somehow, with my head in my hand or something.

I'm so restless. Let's do some training outside.

Ring the bell you asked me to ring if you need anything, and I will tell the servant who came and told him about it.

Then he told me that he would lead me to the garden, and he led me to the garden of the mansion. You mean here.

Thank you and proceed through the garden, pulling out the sword at some point.

I look behind my back for a moment, but the servant doesn't stand there all the time and move.

I wonder if I can't move until I'm done with my training, maybe.

"... was it a failure"

So here's the place. You really can't, me.

But I feel rude not to do anything because I care about this.

Don't you dare, let's at least just mould it through.

You decide that, you put your sword up, and you go through countless repetitive shapes.

When he exhaled and lowered his sword at the end of the pass, the sound of a patch and applause entered his ear.

I knew you were getting close, but there's a knight's grandfather standing behind you.

"It's a beautiful move. A movement that can be used to train without hesitation. It's a boulder."

"Oh, duh, thank you. Thank you."

Praised with a good smile, I return my thanks with a slight smell of light.

Then Grandpa laughed a little crunchy and approached me.

"Oh, this place is good enough. You go back. Good luck."

"I'm in awe"

Only then did Grandpa speak to the servant, and the servant went back to the mansion.

"Lord Tanaka Tallow, I hear your work."

"Oh, uh, yes..."

Maybe about the ruins, maybe about the empire.

Mr. Bulbe and Inai also said that people who know will know.

"I've only heard about it, so at first I thought it was just the same name... but with all due respect, it didn't look very strong."

"Oh, haha, they say it well"

Honestly, I've never met a strong opponent before.

I have a sense of being licked for it. Sometimes I don't.

"... if it's as powerful as you heard, it's a fiction, so be it."

"Pseudomorphic?"

"Yeah, I don't feel much sign of a strong man from you. I even feel weak. Perhaps that fiction makes sense, but I was wondering if it would be better to stop during the Queen's escort."

Do I look weak? I don't think you're simply denigrating me from words.

It also sounded like advice that you should stop pretending to be weak.

I'm not pretending to be anything. But I guess that's what Grandpa would look like.

Maybe that's why animals lick you.

The creature-specific fear of this world, because you don't have anything like it?

"Maybe that kind of physique, I think, what is it"

"I suppose you don't know what that means?"

"Yes, you will. I'm a little different from others."

I didn't tell you the truth, but you're not supposed to be lying.

Oh, I'm just a little bit talkative today, aren't I?

"Really... then its physique is going to be a species that creates extra commotion"

"Oh, yeah?

"That's just a possibility, though. But it could also be a strength. Put your sword against me, please. I don't mind if I slaughter you."

"Ha ha..."

As I dare say, a little distance and a sword.

I don't want to slash you, but I'm serious about waving my sword at any time.

"... Cheng Cheng, thank you. This must be... special inside."

"Um, what do you mean?

Something's convinced me, but I have no idea.

"When I was set up with my sword, I could see a solid drill from you. But I'm not afraid of anything. My body doesn't feel the drill. There's a difference between what you see and what you feel."

"Signs of feeling, is it"

"Yeah, in short, strength and signs of it don't match."

Signs of strength and lack of strength.

After all, is this why I'm not a person in this world?

What a sad thing it is to cause extra disturbance because of it.

"But that, on the contrary, must be a strength. People who fight you will probably find it difficult. Usually I can't deal with things that I can deal with by feeling, and my thoughts can be confused. This is a little scary."

"Scary, is it?

"Yeah. I can't feel anything that I should be able to think of as a strong man. Because your body doesn't feel threatened at all. This is going to be a lot harder to do if they're strong."

Uh, the point is, I guess my physique can induce alarm.

"Of course, if we find out about it and deal with it, we'll be different again."

"Become, I see..."

... maybe this can be used.

It's not simply a matter of physical fitness, as a way of fighting.

When it was decided that it had not been possible to deal with it until now, the stage of strengthening had always been raised.

But it's not, and even a tough opponent who wins doesn't bother to raise the advantage to fighting.

Make yourself weak, look as weak as possible than the blow of all your might, and poke a flash of ski.

That's probably the way you should fight for yourself with a recoil on your trump card.

Well, only the first person to see it can do that.

I just can't miss fighting the demons.

It must be best not to show strength until critical and to decide in one blow.

In a way, maybe the previous Demon Wars were able to do that.

"Thank you. A little bit, I got a good idea."

"Oh, really? But no thanks. I just told him what I thought."

I only cared about my eyes when Mr. Lynn told me, but he still has other things to worry about.

"So it's time for me to go back to the mansion, but what will Lord Tallow do?

"Oh, I'll be back myself"

"Really? Let me drop you off."

"Thank you"

Nico, I somehow remind Grandpa of his laughing grandfather, and I follow him with my thanks.

I feel a little nostalgic.

"... I have to make more than one trump card."

In the mood for relaxation, but I think back to earlier.

Yes, I'm not strong. My grandfather didn't have to tell me, he's actually a weak body.

Even if something new can be done, don't stick to one of them.

We need to broaden our horizons a little. But even I don't have enough.

For once, I've made a new trump card for the demon, but I don't think I plan on using it for a while...