"The ability of heretics to develop in a system different from magic, do you think you can use that power?

Dioras looks at me with a smelly face.

Speaking of old politicians, there was an image that I loved fortune-telling, but apparently he was a denier.

In this world where magic is at the heart of life instead of science, is it the same as in previous life that heresy is treated at a time when it is out of its center?

"Yes, let's take one thank you for your help."

That's what I say. I take the hand of the maid who was nearby. [M]

The woman who cast healing magic on me earlier. [M]

Eyes of the same color as semi-long reddish brown hair.

The body is not so muscular as it is tight, but it maintains feminine richness and softness.

A maid who snorts his throat.

I tried to cast a spell deliberately, but I decided to put more weight on the results than the performance.

"I'm good at handicrafts, I like wine, I'm somewhat chaotic, I'm still getting married against the opposition of someone with an older lover, my friends of my age have recently started to get fat and I remember a sense of crisis, and..."

Every time I say one thing, the expression of fear becomes more intense.

I glanced at Gioras for a moment and closed my eyes in fear of something. [M]

"And I swear allegiance to Ayers M. Giolas."

As she continued, the maid took a breath of surprise and felt relieved.

I gave her a smile and a wink. [M]

"So what are the results?

The maid nodded deeply to Giolas, who showed the bite inside.

"... it's all hit, Dear Gioras. I've been spotted telling people things I don't remember talking to."

"Have you ever met this boy before today?

"Yes"

Oops, the surrounding guards cheered too.

Dioras couldn't conceal his surprising expression while pretending to be calm.

It seems to have succeeded in getting in first.

No matter what I say, it will attract the mind of politicians, people who look at things with extraordinary power.

"Thank you."

It wasn't me who said that, but the maid.

I know why.

I lied that she swore allegiance.

Her eyes at Gioras are mixed with hate.

Has something happened in the past, or is it just that the sleigh doesn't fit?

Whatever the reason, you thought I realized it by turning my eyes on Gioras.

That is why she was terribly frightened.

So if you show her what you know and pretend to be careful and lie, she'll feel grateful to me. [M]

That's it.

Oh, yeah.

Let go and say goodbye again.

Yes?

"The people around you are against it because they know a sexual habit that you can't say to that person. Young lovers naturally get old now, don't they? When that happens, I'm really worried about you continuing to love me."

Hih, raise your voice and move your gaze perfectly to see if anyone has heard what you've just said.

Yes, this maid is a so-called pedophile - a shotacon, as in previous life.

Her pupils were open when she approached me with magic and then stroked her head. [M]

I mean, I was excited.

I wasn't angry or surprised there.

Not to mention her pupils opened even though she was not in the dark, which means that she had sexual excitement for me. [M]

"If you really want to marry, you can either throw away that preference altogether or prove that love has nothing to do with sexuality."

"Hmm, why did you...?

"I told you, I'm a fortuneteller. And fortune is what guides people. So if you want a better future, try what I said."

When I smiled at the edge of my mouth and slapped her on the shoulder, I went back under Risha.

Reesha nodded small, as she had already regained her calm.

"Well, now you'll believe me. Now let's get down to business."

Really?

Dioras tilted his neck.

I don't have a suspicious eye anymore, a face that believes me to be a complete fortuneteller.

"We came here because someone asked us to. I want you to lose something important and help me get lost."

"Something important? Lost your way? Yes, I don't remember losing anything, and I'm still on my way back to the Mansion in my usual way.... who is that person in the first place?

"Grace M. Giolas, it's your mother."

Eyes open enough to wrinkle your forehead, tight and forceful corners of your eyes, half-open mouth.

Exactly like the look on my face when I met a dead man, my guess changed to a certain one.

"I have received a message from Mr. Grace. I'd like to give you a final piece of advice on how to move forward in this area."