Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortified City by Production Magic~

Originally, I didn't deserve the opportunity to talk to your father. My mother and I have never looked at each other quite the same.

The reason is simple, because I couldn't.

I've had a scary personality since I was a little girl, I liked and disliked it a lot, and I couldn't study. There's nothing I'm good at. If so, is it puppet magic?

I can't exercise, and dance poorly, but when I manipulate a doll with wonder, I can move it unexpectedly and beautifully. I couldn't do anything. It was me, but this could please your mother.

I practiced witchcraft, bouncing my chest to a future praised by my father and mother, who had hardly ever met me.

But when I let her manipulate a doll the same size, her mother got angry with a horrible face.

At last, on the occasion, I performed the doll dance I practiced every day, but it must have been tough on my mother and she didn't like it.

I hardly remember what they said. It's just that I got slapped on the cheek, grabbed my hair in the hallway from the room and dragged it out. Later, he yelled, "What an unfaithful child." That's all I remember.

I didn't know why I was angry. Learning magic was supposed to be from the age of eight, so it was also because I didn't know the details.

But for me, whose world was narrow, Mother's words became unforgettable for the rest of my life.

I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't say or do anything from myself because I wasn't sure.

Witchcraft, which I desperately continued to practice with this, didn't work after all either.

Instead, that may have become the deciding factor. Since then, your mother has stopped seeing me. Your father had never seen me before, but it was hard for a different mother to ignore me from time to time.

But I can't help it because I'm sorry. So I spent quietly lurking my breath.

Eventually, I became unnoticed by anyone. Days where no one can talk to you and you just spend it for nothing.

I cried when I was alone in the room, even though nothing had been done.

Maybe your mother was expecting the result of my magical aptitude. So maybe he was sad, not the result he wanted.

If so, what a terrible thing I've done.

You gave birth to me, and you expected me, and I couldn't do anything to your mother. I just let you down.

What an unfaithful child.

When the words came to mind, I cried out loud. It was sad, sad, hard.

Then would it have been two, three, or six months?

For the first time, your father called me.

I spent every day crying, and I couldn't expect to be called anymore.

I have nothing. My body wasn't small and smart, and I didn't have any talent. So the reason they called me would surely be talking about losing my place.

I thought so and waited standing like a figurine in a corner of a large room.

Your father, who showed up, was a little fatter than he had seen a few years ago.

"Oh, it's been a while, Father..."

I bowed as politely as I could. With my voice, my hand with the hem of my skirt shook. What would your father think of me, who could not be satisfied with such an easy thing?

I was too scared to look up.

Then, without reprimanding him, your father had a conversation with someone who later appeared. Apparently, it's a woman.

"This is it."

"I see. But is it really good for me? You can send a subpoena if you want to."

"Say stupid. It also depends on time and case. If anything happens, it doesn't hurt. I'll have you do what we talked about."

"... ok. Well, it's up to them, right?

That's what I say in a grumpy voice, stiff footsteps approaching.

"Hey, Miss Arte on Ferdinut. I am Viscount Panamera Carrera Cayenne. Your marriage, but are you listening?

She looked like a strong woman, but Viscount Cayenne was a gentle eyed man.

"Oh, well, I, uh, didn't hear..."

I didn't know how to answer and couldn't tell you until the end. But the Viscount was not angry.

"Hmm... if you're a competent person, I'm talking about being your fiancée. If you're incapacitated, you don't have to worry about it because I say no here."

"... me, I don't need it, from, I have to leave the house,...?

"That's not true. As you know, Miss Arte's brother and sister already have a fiancée. You're the last. I wish I were a good person."

Either manly, laughing in a pleasant way, the Viscount stroked my head. It was a hand full of wonder and tenderness, even though I thought it was caressed luxuriously so that my head could be shaken.

The back of my nose twinkled, and I panicked and wept.

For the first time in two years, I've seen someone look at me.

Then about three weeks of carriage journeys were the most enjoyable days of my life. Master Panamera is often angry about something, but he was a sweet man.

I was outraged that I said I was useless about myself, but he embraced me after reprimanding me.

I was stroked in the head many times and talked to.

I've suddenly cried amazingly myself. Because I was so happy.

But Master Panamera was not angry and stroked my head again. I have become fond of Panamera-like hands.

Gentle, warm, magical hands.

That's what I told him, but Master Panamera snorted and laughed that it was a hand full of scratches and mames.

By the time I got to the village on the border, which is my destination, I didn't want to get engaged.

I've always wanted to be with Master Panamera as it is.

So when I first met the child of my opponent, the lord of a small village, I didn't think to get too close.

I was just talking to Master Panamera about whether he was going to do that over there.

Also, I met someone who wouldn't look at me. I thought so, but it doesn't bother me at all. Because I have Master Panamera.

With that in mind, I observe a child named Van like any other HR.

Master Van was clearly special. Master Panamera had also revealed his vigilance when he first saw the village, but it seemed that it was actually stronger than it was after seeing him.

I didn't know I lived in the castle, but it seems this little lord made the village strong and rich enough to see it differently.

Awesome.

I have that feeling with blurring.

It's the opposite of me. I have a dignified conversation with Master Panamera for the first time, and a subordinate who admires him to see him.

I'm sure he has done everything and lived up to the expectations of his father and mother. It is full of talent, strength, and seeps confidence.

I was going to feel jealous and ugly, and I got hard.

Why, me and him are so different.

Why is he so blessed all the time?

That's what I thought and it was sinking dark, but I looked up when I saw him suddenly laughing and denying Master Panamera's words.

"The only men I had put on were two kids there named Kamsin and a maid Till. I didn't get much money."

I hear those words and I get confused.

I spoke as if I had been treated cold, but there was no way. If you were treated like me, I don't think you could be so grand.

But he said he was kicked out of the house.

There seemed to be no lies in that word, and when I saw the side of him laughing masochistically, I had a strong interest in a boy named Van Nay Fertio.