Even Though I’m a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an Adventurer Isn’t Too Much of a Hassle

Petari and a fine brush painted on reddish brown paint run over the white skin of Sophie and Tio. Next to Shirley, who paints a crest on the back of her daughter's hand while reading a sorcery book, was a bottle containing a catalyst that mixed the blood of Beryl and Rubeus, respectively, and was treated with sorcery.

"Hmm... a little ticklish"

"Be patient, it will be done soon"

What is being executed now is the prep for the ritual of the Demon Contract.

Shirley has never used a demon before, but knowing that it is a ritual that can be handled by anyone as long as tools and simple procedures are in place, he is trying to make a pact of obedience between the two spiritual birds and the twins.

"Alright...... now we are ready"

When she finishes painting the wing-figured crest, the symbol of the bird, Shirley quietly closes her eyes while holding their hands and begins chanting in a cool voice, like spinning a celebration.

"My number of lives in the name of"

"Wow!?

Shirley's magic, which stood between him as a nominee for the contract, caused a gentle breeze to swirl around the room, mainly mother and daughter. Behind Sophie and Tio, who are blinded by the long gray hair that dances and dances, Shirley was not upset by the ritual magic she used for the first time and carefully followed the procedure.

"His life shall be in thy sword, and his soul in thy shield, and thou shalt show strength according to the balance of the covenant."

The crest painted on the back of your hand begins to emit a strong light. Is it a coincidence that the heartbeat coming from the back of it... No. That was the edge of the covenant about to be concluded, and the heartbeat of the spiritual bird heard through that connection.

"Be the guardian of the wingspan heavens."

And with the end of the chant, the crest that emitted a strong light disappeared as it stained the skin. Shirley realizes a definite response as she looks at Sophie and Tio looking seriously at the back of her own hand after seeing how it goes.

"That's it?

"Yep. The ritual of summoning is built into the crest of your hand, so you can summon it anytime, anywhere if you succeed with the necessary magic."

"…… self-implication"

Tio tilting his neck with a faceless drowsy eye. Sophie, who had been cruising for a while next to her sister with a somewhat difficult expression, utters a chant as if she had decided to.

"Yeah... and" Beryl "eh!

At the next moment, Beryl appears with the blue light from the magical formation that floated in space. I guess he was poking a bait dish at the birdhouse in the toolbox until earlier, swelling his cheeks into the bread, "Where's the rice? He's shaking his head left and right in a wind like that. None of the majesty of the Spirit.

"Mmm... now, how did you do it?

"You need to even think about the procedure like normal sorcery...... so far, I think you can do it anyway if you have a strong image like calling Rubeus nearby"

That's what he said, his eyes closed, Tio roaring with a mummy and just a little eyebrow root.

(Again... Tio doesn't seem to be a bit good at self-implication)

Although I am not good at the art ceremony and can understand it if I want to, self-implication is due to my personality and qualities.

Shirley analyzes that Tio has the qualities to stand around with on-the-spot information such as vision, hearing, and intuition, but also understands that he is not so good at twisting his head and imagining the results.

"Come here, Rubeus."

Still, it took a little while but Tio succeeded in the summons. A red light leaked out of the magic formation that appeared...... Potri and something fell to the floor.

"Coo............ pea............"

Rubeus, who had no sign of waking up from crashing into a wooden slab by a free fall, was standing asleep, scratching his belly with his wings as he leaned back and inflating his nose lantern. It is the majesty of the Spirit.

"…… Mother, is Rubeus really a spirit?

"Something tells me it's very different from the spirits I imagined... I imagined it to be more mysterious..."

"At least, I'm pretty sure it's close to spiritual existence"

Tio looking down at the red spiritual bird with his jito eyes. Sophie leaks a tired voice compared to the two spirits in the story that aren't as good as they look. Even Shirley turns her face in the direction of the day after tomorrow. The boulder mother and daughter also have to have a subtle atmosphere for Beryl and Rubeus, who expose themselves to too much flair.

"Well, this is good from cute. Even with extra majesty, it's hard to deal with."

"Mm-hmm. What do I care? Happy with my first use of magic"

Hearing Tio say that, Shirley feels intricate.

My two daughters' future dreams are adventurers. Even though it is one of the means of crime prevention, I am pleased with the voice color that makes me feel the response that is moving forward towards my dreams, while worrying that I have also given myself the power to use it for the dangerous adventure of using demons.

(If these kids are still going to be adventurers when they grow up...)

Can the daughters find anything but to make Shirley acknowledge the harsh journey? When the time comes, Shirley decides in her mind to at least have the walls she deserves to grow up.

(May this peaceful time continue until the time comes, if you will)

Rubeus jumps up when Beryl cracks his nose lantern. Shirley watched Sophie and Tio laughing and watching as she smiled unwittingly and calmly.

Meanwhile, the shadow of a certain figure was rampant among the knights residing in the Imperial Empire at that time… mainly civilians….

"Did you hear that? Captain Wolfus, you've been abusing sinners senselessly lately."

"That's how the top of the Knights, who keep one end of the national order, do it. Seriously. Wouldn't it have been better to elect a captain from the Marquis Legnard family for this?

"It's been fair out there for a long time," he said of the regiment's old stock.

A knight began to rumor the fact that Gran, who was originally an unequal supremacist, was frowned upon by a benign knight when he recently behaved like he saw sinners or no, or as if there were no human dignity or rights.

Rumors call for rumors, disbelief calls for disbelief. Eventually, the facts that had been crushed by aristocratic privileges and prestigious powers became insurmountably hypertrophic, and stories began to lift about whether some of the imperial government should punish them in the form of truncating grans before they ate the convolutions.

"So, what's going on today? Gran."

Being drawn to the Duke's residence, which is a temporary residence, was a vendetta, and Alice, who had no reason to know that such a story was beginning to come out, was riding the Grand Invitation without warning and taking her to his villa in the Imperial Capital.

Alberto, my husband, doesn't mind me these days. To distract such frustration, I am now with a beautiful man, starting with Gran and the court lead magician, but these days I spend the most time with Gran.

This is because Grant is pushing his duties as the Knights Commander on other members, but from Alice's point of view, it's trivial. Rather, from her dissatisfaction with the fact that her husband does not devote himself to excuses for his duties, so much so that he thinks it is okay to give Gran a favor that gives him priority over anything else.

"Alice...... always bright. I see something shady in your smile lately. After all, it's about that obnoxious woman in the kingdom, isn't it?

On a topic suddenly shaken, Alice realizes her mood is plummeting.

But it was a star. Since that divine match, I feel like everything is saying in a bad direction, except because I have a young and beautiful sister who lives in a smooth sail in the kingdom.

"I'm not convinced by the current situation, however hurried the rebuilding of the castle may be, which will put you behind me. So I figured out what I could do to break the situation a little bit."

"Well! Boulder Gran! I can count on you! So, what kind of hand did you come up with?

After all, a man has to be something that moves just for himself at all times!

Alice is in a suddenly depressed mood. I wondered what the hell kind of hand you had in mind, and if you put your expectations to heart and inquire -

"Easy! With this force of mine, I will secure the stature of His Highness Sophilia and His Highness Tionisia in the kingdom! Architecture, politics, I'm a gatekeeper, but as a knight, I know how to treat humans."

"…… Huh?

I accidentally forgot to wear a cat and my heartfelt voice leaks out of my mouth.

Tionisia in Sophilia. These are the names of Sophie and Tio as Empress, renamed at will by the Imperial Government, but it is the monster who has left the empire's strongest knight to defend it, and Gran has been defeated by Lumigliana by no skin.

Surely if we can secure Sophie and Tio's figure, the succession problem will be solved at once and the load will be reduced by one. But the obstacles are too great for that.

As Alice hid her completely shriveled feelings, wondering if the intrusion was a muscle idiot to her brain, she disputed Gran's idea by wearing the same healthy warrant mask as usual.

"But Gran, I'm not sure what it is, but the ministers said it would be a problem if the empire's dignitaries entered the kingdom. Is it okay for you, the Knights Commander, to go and see Alberto's daughter in the kingdom?

The current security system cannot prevent clandestine immigration, but if an imperial dignitary finds out that a problem has arisen within the kingdom, it has been rooted by the king so that all foreign countries can simultaneously denounce the empire, discredit it and stop logistics.

After the divine game, Alberto and Alice tried to push the kingdom without any consideration, but thanks to the minister who desperately went into a halt, we only understood that if we went to the kingdom for now, we would not be able to have the luxury.

"That's not a problem either. I've been thinking... it doesn't matter who complains in this world... that if you have the power to jump everything, you can fulfill everything you want."

"……… Gran?

Something's wrong. Alice sounds surprised when she senses the matter rather than reason, but she continues to talk as if she has not heard it, or if Gran is intoxicated.

"Just as there is a treasure sword in the Legnard family, there is also a treasure sword in my Wolfus family that has been given to His Majesty the Emperor and passed down from generation to generation. With this power, even the White Sword Ghost and other stupid women are not enemies of foreign armies."

"Huh!? Ho, really!?

I was on guard for just a little while. Alice was pleased to ask the magnitude of the power asked, instantly returning her palm to enlarge her desire.

"I knew Gran was my ideal knight to have such an amazing sword!

"Hehe... that's too much praise, Alice"

"So where is that sword now? I'd like to see it."

It doesn't look like Gran is wearing a sword right now. Gran's response was unexpected when he wondered if it would be kept strictly at Gran's parents' house if so.

"Oh, I just have it now, so I'll show you."

"Eh?"

Grant's right arm becomes enlarged as the serpent shifts its shape like countless serpents before Alice speaks of doubt. The myriad human arms that pulled away the fibers of the clothes and wrapped them up as if they were ropes stretched out of Gran's right shoulder, and a boneless double-edged sword body protruded from the center of its tip.

"Yikes...... no ahhhhhhhhhhhh!?

Positively monstrous. To Gran's transformation, as he summed it up, Alice rolled unnecessarily from her back to the ground, screaming tall and distancing herself as she dragged her missing ankle and hips with both hands.

"Ha ha! Look at this! Boosting vitality! Don't you think that's exactly what your knight deserves!?

Gran puts up her proudly tough arms without noticing how the woman she loves in panic.

Creepy rather than successful. Evil rather than vitality. Gran is fascinated by the arms created by the surgery of foreign law just at first glance, but if he objectively sees that figure before, it will only appear in the alien appearance to be spit on. That's better than the grey hair and odd eyes that the Imperial aristocrats abhor, or the Demons.

But now Gran even remembered the illusion that the power to roll all over her body and the curse were her own, rather that she was the most deserving beauty in the world.

"Look, I'll give you victory and glory with the power I've got."

The moment I fell on one knee in front of Alice in the queen's wretched hips, taking Alice's hand with my left hand and trying to give her a kiss on the back of it...

"Don't touch me, you monster!!

I am stunned by the pain in my bounced hands and my thrown cheeks. His face, which he believed never ceased to be gentle and warm at all times, is distorted as if to see dirt.

Now Gran was about to find out Alice's face for the first time.