At the center of the school, in front of the cathedral where students pray, there is a place for everyone to relax on the lawn.

In front of us, many students were spending their time.

Charlotte and I were both sitting on a bench and eating lunch.

After asking him not to go too far, Charlotte seems to be more in the room than he did when he finished his job as a servant.

It is the birth of a withdrawal princess.

Well it's my fault.

"Slow. What happened?"

It's not unusual to find an overprotective wind spirit near Charlotte.

Actually, I asked him last night to observe Mr. Arles' behavior

At first he was reluctant to respond to my request for cooperation, but he was convinced that he promised to offer fresh fish and take him to an interesting place someday.

According to a report this morning, Mr. Arles did not have any suspicious behavior, but he will come out someday.

"I saw everyone practicing magic this morning. Some of them were servants, and this was a pretty interesting guy."

I told him about Charlotte.

Charlotte listened, nodding many times, with interest.

"He's a noble girl's servant, and he grew up with him since he was a child."

The more noble the noble, the longer he or she will be associated with his chosen servant.

Their servants will do everything from chores to small tasks at the level of buying yakisoba bread at lunch.

And many people, even those who are suspicious, believe in their servants.

"--- I was surprised to hear that sometimes we had a discussion."

I saw Charlotte.

A girl who grew up together from a young age.

Silver hair and slender body extending to shoulders. .

He sits right next to me with a dignified atmosphere and exudes nobility.

A quiet but strong girl.

Such Charlotte seemed to be worried for some reason, and glanced at me sideways.

"..."

We grew up together when we were little.

I think we were close, but there was a wall.

"I thought I had to tell me what I needed to say."

The heart beats faster.

The surrounding scenery disappears.

I have to tell.

I know your secrets, since I first saw you as a princess.

Blood draws from the face.

Words that the Black Pig Duke could not say for a long time.

Words that I kept avoiding in my heart even after becoming a pure white marshmallow pig duke.

Charlotte, actually I am ----.