Common Sense of a Duke’s Daughter

"Tanya, may I?"

It was when I was walking down the hallway trying to lower the tea appliances.

I can be stopped by Dean, who just came earlier.

"What is it?

When asked, Dean seemed to be subtly exploring the signs around him.

That's how you make sure there's nobody else but me, and then you open your mouth.

"You know Drussen Cataveria, right?"

I realized that Dean's words had sharpened nature and eyesight.

"Yeah, of course. What did he say?

"Looks like he's wandering around the rear and the lady. I'm not sure what I'm looking for."

"Where did you get that?

"I pinched it in my ear in Wang Du. As you already know, I am involved with the Marquis Anderson."

"I see."

If it is the legend of the Master (General Gazelle), there is credibility in it.

Anyway, the master is deeply connected to both the military and the Knights.

I can't swallow it though, so much so that I'm going to confirm it directly as a top priority at the moment......

"Okay. But why did you give me that information?

That was, importantly, the biggest question.

I'm just a samurai.

Only a limited number of people know that they are the eyes and ears of a lady.

"We would like you to confirm this information as soon as possible. That's why I thought I should tell you the best, no?

"So why did you say it was me?

To ask again, Dean laughs like he's in trouble.

"If you watch your movements, you'll see. It belongs to those who have mended martial arts."

"It's..."

"I was a mentor to the Marquis Anderson with me, so that's about it. And considering your character, I wonder if you're using that power to the full for your daughter."

"... then wouldn't an escort be more deserving"

"Oh, isn't that an escort? I don't even mention what kind of work you do."

Got hit.

Sure, even though the man in front of me didn't even mention what I was doing.

Digging a grave is exactly what this is about.

... Dean can pull a grin in, as if he had conveyed my inner self like that.

"Words have passed.... On top of each other, if you look at your movements, you will also see what kind of martial arts you have mended. How to move your gaze at times, how to carry your feet...... with that sort of thing. From that point of view, it is more convincing to think that it is a lady's eye and ear than an escort. Until I expected that."

"... is it the Left Lord"

Is it my lack of power, or is the man in front of me too sharp?

"I wonder what kind of path you've been on."

Either way, it's not legitimate.

Even if it's my lack of strength, it's not until the man who just crushed the martial arts notices.

Is that the one who spent decades polishing up the martial arts with a gift of nature, like a master?

Or have you ever confronted something like me?

Then I can also snort that they will be nursed just by watching the movement.

Normally, the man in front of you is the latter.

That's why, the question.

What the hell... would be the kind of occasion where the son of a merchant belonging to a commercial guild would have to cross with those of such an arrangement?

To my inquiry, the man in front of me laughed.

In those eyes, while showing shade.

"... well, that would be good. You should let your daughter know."

I can't help asking this man himself any more.

Because it's not soft enough to let you grab your tail in a conversation.

To my reply, the man turned his eyes only slightly unexpectedly.

"I was wondering if you would confirm it yourself and then tell me."

"Of course I will, too. But until I decided earlier that the information should be put in the lady's ear.... So, was it a surprise?

"Yes, because I'm talking about you, and I think I'm going to tell you that I'm going to annoy your daughter with uncertain information."

"... you can't deny it"

Sure, I might have done that before.

No, I was doing that in the middle of nowhere.

… though.

"The lady stands on both her feet and is forcefully advanced. I serve, and I can't stand in the way for no great reason."

I was talking to the lady in church, then.

Honestly, I got goosebumps.

I even thought I saw the lady's readiness with these eyes.

At the same time, I remembered a conversation with Dita.

Um, take that at the midnight secret meeting.

My role is not to wrap the lady in cotton.

… to be following hands and feet and sometimes eyes and ears.

And it shall not be a raven, nor a horn, nor an eye, nor an ear, if it be mistaken, that shall block the way, that thou mayest protect thyself.

It's a transcendental act.

Besides...

"You're not the one trying to fall for your daughter, are you?

As a pocan for a moment to my inquiry...... but the man laughed.

"It's an honor to have you say that to Tanya."

Yes, as I said.

"Okay. Tanya, we appreciate your prompt confirmation and any new information."

"Even if you don't tell me."

The man turned his heel back, and I proceeded to work with him.