Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

"Princess Eileen, no knight, Lord Eileen, please help me. Successfully defeat the evil sorcerer along with!

Count Goldart still says so, and tries to take Eileen's hand with both his hands.

But Irene, who was joining hands on the table, pulled his hand softly, and then said to the Earl in a chilled voice.

"Don't be ridiculous, you raccoon."

"Is...?

Count Goldart looking distracted.

Meanwhile, Irene, who was sitting on the couch, stands from that seat and pulls the sword out of its hips sheath.

"Hih, princess!? What...!?"

The Count rushes off the chair, buttocks on and desperately backwards.

Meanwhile, the two guards who had refrained behind the Count also pulled out their swords, as did the man who stood in front of the entrance door to the room.

Tension runs into the reception room.

"Count Goldart, all your lies are foreseeable. There are competent magicians over here as well. I'd like you to meet my childhood friend, William Glenford, a graduate of Wizards Academy."

That's what Eileen says, pointing to me behind it.

Count Goldart looks at me more seriously with his eyes round.

"Become... a sorcerer...!? If you say so, a wand on the sorcerer's robe, no matter how you look at it, you're not a sorcerer...! Why didn't you notice... I thought you were just a sidekick... GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The effect of perception inhibition (incentive) is not to render him invisible.

It's not enough to take its existence, it makes you think it doesn't matter.

Count Goldart, however, did not yet attempt to acknowledge that he was at an early age, even during this period.

"No Princess Irene, do not be fooled! It is that person who is lying! How dare you tease the princess, you filthy sorcerer! False plan against the royal family, you deserve to die! - Hey, you guys, kill that magician right now!

Count Goldart, who points to me and directs the escorts behind me to do so.

The escorts respond to the instructions and try to overcome or circle through the obstacle in between and attack me with their swords in their hands, but...

Between that escort and me, Eileen interrupts softly.

Besides, the escorts were bewildered and sent their gaze toward Count Goldart for instructions.

The Count looks like a bitter bug and then desperately appeals to Eileen.

"Princess, please leave there! The princess is fooled by the magician!

But Irene never wavered in the earl's words.

Standing before me, she spins a quiet word of anger towards the Count.

"Come on, shut up, you scoundrel. - Will's lying to me? Trust your word more than that?... Don't be ridiculous. Try to tarnish Will's bond with me any further. I'm gonna jump your neck in here before I pull myself into court."

"Hih, hih...! Oh, oh, you guys! Hih, it's too late for the princess, kill her with me! I'll take full responsibility! Those who take the princess's neck will be paid triple!

Count Goldart instructs the three escorts to do so.

The escorts look at each other in the direction, and look at Eileen slightly and laugh at each other.

And one of the escorts made further demands on Count Goldart.

"Husband, I want to kill such a good thing in this place. Why don't you just screw over and we can do whatever we want? I'll kill you when it's over."

"Oh, well, I don't mind. You can do whatever you want. But you have to kill him properly."

Eileen, hearing it, spits and throws up uncomfortably.

"If your employer is your employer, you can't even save your dog."

But the men of the escort do not break loose in Eileen's attitude either.

"Hehe... we're going to have plenty of people for that dog, princess"

"Dear knight, it was the end of my luck to get in here like this."

"I'm afraid of the outside of the castle. 'Cause we'll tell you. Hihihihihi."

Apparently, they don't know much about Eileen.

I don't think it's strange to know about Count Goldart, but to see how he's reacting right now, even if he does, he probably thinks about frowning.

"... hey Will"

"What?"

"I was wondering if you could keep Mr. Cyril for me while I'm at it. ─ ─ I might be a little too much."

"... ha, okay. But keep it that way."

"Yeah. I'll try my best."

I feel different about trying, but well, I guess it's okay because she says so.

I took the mirror for communication (contact) out of my luggage bag, just in case I kept my eyes off my surroundings.