Who is it, this mystery?
There were all those words in the brains of the adventurers and guild staff. It should be that too, this unruly thing that Cuba proposed, more than anything else, is the woman who crusades the Dragon King alone, the sword ghost who will be more terrified than dead if turned to his enemies, and the famous Shirley as Wanfu's unjust parent idiot.
I made a grand, sudden proposal to such a woman in front of the masses. In a way, it is masculine, but the situation is not taken into account at all, even though the person is too bad.
True fool if you really think you can dictate a woman down with this, but apparently, Cuba is a man of that kind.
"Hmm? Hmm? What's wrong? You're too happy to have a voice, aren't you?
What the hell kind of values and thought circuits would bring me to such a conclusion? As all the adventurers paid attention to Shirley, who had no reaction while turning her back on the Cumor, she sneaked a whisper to Kyle, who sat at the same table, with a strange look on her part in the vortex.
"……… Gentlemen."
"Nah, what?
"... can I assume that this is saying to someone with the same name as me?
"No, I don't care where you look from. I'm telling you. That fat guy... not the nobleman, he's looking at us so much."
"I thought I heard you as a bride...... does this mean that this is some kind of mishearing......?
"I don't think so. At least that sounded like it to everyone here."
"… that is, the paranoia you hear from earlier……………"
"It's a proposition."
"……… Again, yes."
Her eyebrows were suppressed just because she had a headache, and her gaze, very similar to that of a lightly iterated Shirley, concentrated from the woman in the guild.
"Sa, what are you babbling about earlier!? Now that I'm here to pick you up, you're the one who's happy to jump into your chest!
"……… ha."
Somehow the target is this. Shirley herself, apparently unbelievable...... or she doesn't want to believe it. It would be natural, to take it for granted. He is the kind of man whose eyes can clearly tell when he is looking down here, even though he has never spoken properly.
"... I mean, I could understand the proposal on my own."
"? What are you saying? If they told you to get married, everyone would think so, wouldn't they?
"No, we were like, 'Are you here to ask for a fake marriage to escape a political marriage?' I thought you were going to say something unusual like that."
"What do you think I am?
Shirley with the look on her face just saying she's out of her mind. But I don't even realize what the familiar boy's eyes mean, so I ignore the lack of explanation and her dissatisfaction.
"Ma, these direct words seem to make sense, and good luck with it so you can say it?
"Hey, why are you telling me that!?
"... those two, what are you talking about?
"That's what I'm saying is blunt."
I don't understand the meaning of the word for Kyle when I hear the flow of this story, Shirley. The arrow tip I tried to ask Leia back what the hell was going on, and Cuba, which had been abandoned for a long time, raised its gold cut.
"Mm, you don't ignore it! Who do you think I am? The Duke of Strahl, the best house in the kingdom! Dad, tell your dad I'm gonna let him capture you for disrespect!
Everyone in the guild glanced at the words released as they stepped on the floor with Dandan. The same is true of being a distinctly different type of person than we are, but a good old adult was stunned by the kind of remarks that crossed his or her parents' tibia.
"I'll listen to you for a second..."
If no more can be left on the boulder, Shirley takes a seat and faces Cumor. And I uttered an unexpected word.
"First the obvious question…………… who are you?
"Huh!? Are you a stranger!?
Suddenly enough to come and sign up for marriage, so they thought it was a matter of knowing each other, but they don't know Shirley herself at all. Then I wondered what the hell was going on, and Leia and the others who were worried about it and listened didn't fit in my eyes, and Cumor opened his eyes all the way out of his heart.
"Oh no......! Come on, you forgot!? Oh, have that fateful encounter!
"Even if they say so…………………"
When I didn't know what to think back but I was confused, I fisted my palm as if Yumina remembered.
"Speaking of which, was it last fall? Didn't you get a request to guard the Duke of Strahl house?
"…… Oh, speaking of which, that happened."
It was more than a month after this date last year. Shirley has been entrusted with escorting the carriage ridden by the Duke of Strahl family, who will travel from his own territory to the King's Capital.
At the time, a bandit group was operating to target the carriage in which the nobles would ride, and Shirley had business in Shirley with the Wang Capital, but he only took it for the sake of following things.
Eventually, a band of bandits appeared on the road, but Shirley left no one to pass out, and things converged in the form of arrests. The request was successfully accomplished.
"Hmmm...... you still don't remember talking, or face-to-face from the front"
At that time, he must have explained the circumstances and reported the status of the request from the man who named the butler. There may have been a Cumor in the carriage, but Shirley, who was on guard while walking side-by-side with the carriage, did not interact with him.
Is it still not a mistake or something? It was a year ago, and I explained that I might be mistaken for someone, but I couldn't convince Cuba.
"Or you're not mistaken. Oh, that time, you and I knocked the bandits out, you did have eyes."
I said something incredible. Of course Shirley, who is said to be the person, has his eyes dotted, as do Kyle and the adventurers who were listening.
"And to your beautiful figure of fighting the bandits, I guess I fell in love at first sight. You know, when you stared at each other with beautiful, two-colored eyes like that jewel, you convinced me that you were the only one my wife had."
…………
Shirley pulls a slight change in the iron skin into a Cumall that proclaims such a thing while stretching under her nose. As far as Leia, who was listening up close to the dictation of Cuba, can't see how she's hiding her disgust.
That would be the case, too. This is how I tried to talk to him and was sure, but he's a pretty disgusting man. Who the hell can imagine, such as being so eye-catching that you can leap through the story to marriage just because you have the right gaze?
"I wonder if it sounds good when I say passionate..................?
"No, that's stalker psychology already."
Kyle, who wasn't going to be able to emulate himself in the end right now, was freaking out when he showed off his front-cut proposal, and before this sight, which only seemed like a comedy or a farce, he didn't get the idea of "envy" or "what if Mr. Shirley agrees".
(... how could this happen... I'm just here to discuss my daughter's freedom research)
Shirley's feminine heart was everywhere as if to guarantee such a boy's peace of mind.
As a matter of fact, I have always had the experience of being enthusiastically dictated by my client… mainly by the man who hired Shirley as his escort. But at that time, I thought it was just a social dictionary, a lip service, and I was passing it off properly.... without realizing how serious they are, though.
I don't care what they say to someone I don't even know very well, I don't know what they're going to do. Most guys give up with the end of the request for the extra bareness of Shirley, but I didn't know there was a sticky guy pushing to the guild.
"Gi, it took me a while to find the guild when they said it was confidential or something, but you finally got it to you. You're coming with me now."
That is such a man. If Cuba is someone that Shirley knows well, and yet is honest and kind to her heart, it may have been enough to disturb her heart, but obviously I don't like the way even Shirley is looking down there, and more importantly, I want to forgive her for being deeply involved with the aristocracy.
"I refuse."
"Hey, why not!? I don't think you can hear me!?
Cuba just sees it as incredible in its most natural response.
"Mi, you're not allowed to defy your future husband! Oh, you just have to be honest with the man!
"I refuse, I said. Because there's no reason why I should follow you."
"Hey dude......!? Who do you think I am? Master Cumor, the Duke of Strahl! My dad will punish anyone who doesn't listen to me!
This is what you say to someone who doesn't listen to you. It is hilarious to get here. Enough for the adventurers in the Alliance to place bets on how many minutes this farce will last, and which will break first, Shirley or Cumall.
"I am not going to leave this city, nor am I going to marry you in any way. And I was wondering, if you were also a duke's man, wouldn't you have a fiancé?
"Oh, you're such a woman whose parents decided to do it on their own! Me, I have a destiny named you, so you're pointing at that right away!
The coolness of Shirley's gaze is polished. Isn't it like Shirley's the man you hate the most in the world, such as having a fiancée but skipping the curtain on other women?
I'm not interested in what kind of person Cuban fiancée is, but assuming my fiancée tells me so far, I get disgusted by the man in front of me with my deep sympathy for the warrant lady I haven't seen yet.
"First of all, I have two daughters. These kids have friends in this city, and they're about the same age, so suddenly a man can have a strong influence on his parents."
Still, Shirley tried to persuade him in words. It's easy to overtake this place with intimidation and violence, but I guess the fact that my personality has been somewhat rounded up here lately has affected me. The dwarf, who was only a nobleman, stomped on Shirley's willingness to seek a solution in a manner convinced by the transgressive Cumor.
"Heh, heh! Oh, you don't need a child at the Duke of Strahl's to draw the blood of such a man elsewhere! This is an orphanage in this city!
The illusion that the temperature in the guild has dropped below freezing point strikes the adventurers. The teeth don't mesh and beep, and the cold doesn't stop despite the sweat flowing from all over your body.
The adventurers, who realized as soon as possible that the reason for this was Shirley, who leaped pure white hair with struggle and magic, appealed with gaze to Cuba, whose nerves seemed to be uninterrupted and thick.
Don't be silly. He said we should correct it now, sit down and beg forgiveness. But I don't care about their gaze or the murderous Great Falls coming from right in front of them. In a way, I mentioned that the big, big Cuba is even more absurd.
"So, but if you had a baby, you must be incredibly cute. If that's the case, you can make it my mistress number two and three."
Without saying the word out to the end, the chin crushed by a down-to-top blow from the sheath summoned by Shirley at hand, the Cumor is launched to the ceiling rinse before a late striking sound echoes inside the guild.
And before the butlers and maids who had taken them recognized it, they all fainted with a blow to the back of the head, and then fell to the floor. The jaw was distorted, his white eyes peeled and he passed out blowing bubbles.
"Excuse me, Mr. Yumina. I'll borrow your back a little bit."
"Doh, go ahead."
Grabbing his collar like that, Shirley starts dragging toward the back of the guild. In the open left hand was a torturing sword that manipulated the five senses of the enemy, the Nerve of the Underworld (Ephetum).