Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Against Edmond, Lew and the others greet each other and go.

It's close to what you saw in Japan in the past.

Now Edmond can acknowledge that Lu and the others do not have to go through Adelaide or Fran to worship directly.

Lew utters his words firmly, as he still floats.

Fran is used to it because he is originally in his body.

The old things she feared were not brought up against Giselle either.

"Leonard, you're the other way around," Edmond said with a happy smile.

Nadia also did it without difficulty.

Next up is Josephine.

"Dear Edmond, I'm sorry I'm late to see you and thank you. I am Josephine, daughter of Gerard Galois. My father and I have been very helpful in this matter. Thank you so much."

What Josephine calls this incident is a series of incidents committed by the Marquis of Aldwan.

The other party has just given the other party a compromise of coordination with the royal family and a post-processing of nobility, etc. that leads to the faction of the Marquis family, or it has become a by-party to the deputy said to be the next Minister of Finance and to replace the Marquis, so much so that the Galois can't sleep with their feet turned to take care of them.

Edmond exhaled more and gazed at Josephine.

Because I've heard the name of her nickname "Galois's Grandpa Horse" in the social world.

With a radiant beauty, my all-you-can-do charming young lady...

He asked Josephine with an interesting look.

"You know what?

Josephine has a surprising look.

I can't help it.

Words are missing along the way and you don't normally know what they're asking.

Lew put out a help boat.

"Jose, how you are called in the alley, or nickname."

"What, a nickname?

In such cases, the person is often unaware.

"Yes, no... I don't know you"

"Ha, that's a horse. But now you're a sober stallion. The rider's rider would be better off."

That's what Edmond told me. Josephine turned bright red.

Lew laid his hand on Josephine's shoulder like that.

"Jose, it's okay. I'm flattered."

"Ho, true!? Sir."

That's what Lew told him. Josephine knew Edmond's sincerity, and he was horrified.

Then Orelly says hello.

She had reached the extreme of tension by worshipping the Grand Duke on the cloud.

"Ooh, it's Olerie Bowe. Thank you very much."

"Ha, it's Orelly. Don't be so nervous. Think of it as a drink to this store now."

That's what Edmond told me, but Olerie's nervousness didn't subside.

Luu also speaks to such oleries.

"Olerie, it's okay. I'm here, and everybody's with me. You're gonna act like the usual Orelly."

"Ha, ha! Sir!"

Encouraged by Lou, Olerie gave her usual smile.

It is that healing smile that Orelly, who is never a flashy beauty, misleads any man.

Edmond sighs in a different way than earlier.

"Well, she's a sinful daughter. But your eyes are directed at one man."

"Yes! It's just your husband"

Edmond looked at Orelly clearly as impressed.

The last time I greeted him was moral.

"It's moral. I'll leave you with someone you know..."

Edmond's eagle-like sharp eyes look through the moral, but she doesn't make it slight.

Naturally, Moral is not making his original appearance, he has a human face.

It's called a pseudo.

"As far as it goes - this is"

Edmond stares at Moral, and neither does she try to take her gaze off Edmond.

After a little while (later), Edmond opened his mouth and just whined.

"It's the way to go."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Suddenly, a clear moral.

"Good readiness. Good luck with my husband."

For the first time, Edmond turned into a merciful expression and encouraged morality.

This concludes one greeting to Edmond.

"Cheers again, then."

And Edmond lifted up the mag again, and they made a toast again.

- After a while, the food kept coming.

Edmond wrinkled slightly between his brows.

It is a sign of intent that I have not asked so much.

Nina smiles bitterly as she brings the dishes along with some servant girls.

"Grandpa Darren is Edmond's. He said he was very happy with your visit, so it's a service."

"... unchanged"

Edmond's mouth angle rose slightly as he grumbled.

"Big Uncle..."

Fran asks Edmond.

It is a medical examination to see if it is okay to start eating.

Edmond nodded silently.

"Well, let's all have it."

The meal began with Fran's signal.

Everyone is closing their eyes and praying just like him these days because silent prayer before meals has become the norm due to the influence of Luu.

Edmond looked at the Lou and the others like that funny.

"It's Lou."

The meal began, and after a while Edmond spoke to Lou.

"I want to talk carefully. Come later."

This will be an instruction to come to the room you are staying in tonight, after the dinner party, because we want to talk alone.

Luu nodded slowly.

It was at the end of the meal when Edmond took his seat off to talk to Darren.

Fran apologizes to Luu.

"I'm sorry, my great-uncle is so uncomfortable. Words also come from (...)"

"Absolutely, I'm fine. Because Grandpa was totally with me."

The face of the stubborn, silent master of Art and the stories I once heard from him came back to life behind Luu's brain.

It's the story of Sowell of the Arts, Shrvestel Ayrtvara and the bloody young king Bertcreed Valentine.

Two people who didn't like each other's terrible explanations and had a simple and clear minimum of need for normal conversation.

Still, Shrvestel and Bertcreed trusted each other enough to communicate with each other firmly.

Originally, two people with low mouth count sometimes did not hear their mouths from the beginning to the end when drinking.

Lew was looking at two distant ancient shadows of Edmond, descendants of Bert Creed.