Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

The magic value of Hilmes was not so different from the general average.

If you focus on individual attributes, the magic of light, darkness, and non-attributes is high, contrary to Siege, and the magic of the five elements is low. As a magician, it's called a normal level.

When using magic on a sword, the five elements of magic are the easiest to use. Hilmes himself seems to want to learn swordsmanship more than witchcraft, so Leticiel decided to raise him as a witchcraft swordsman.

"Dear Hilmes, pay more attention to your feet. It's full of gaps."

"Ha, yes!!

It's the first day of membership, but Leticiel was reluctantly sniffing Hilmes.

Honestly, I don't have to wonder if it's okay for a lady in a deep window to be looking at a boy who wants to be a knight, but that's what I told him, so I'm not forgiving him.

Siege and Mirandalette look at us modestly while practicing magic a little further away, but it's all through too.

"... oh? Already this time?

While I was doing swordsmanship archery with Hilmes, it became my usual time. Leticiel lowers the wooden knife and wipes the sweat gently with one hand.

"Dear Hilmes, that's enough for today."

"Yes......! Thank you, thank you!

Hilmes' smile was stiff as he repeated his rough breath. If this time is meaningful to him, it means this one's worth dating.

Huh? Why are you such a cool face? Isn't it determined because you used the magic of physical strengthening?

Hilmes and Mirandalette then left together. Leticiel didn't miss the fact that the two of them had a lover connection subtly.

Mirandalette turned bright red with a likely rising Hilmes. As always, they are two smiling people watching.

"You two seem really close"

"Yeah, that's right"

Leticiel clouds his expression as he talks to Sieg about that. Two friends' backs look overlapping on their fiancées and sisters.

It's not like I hate my fiancée, or envy my sister, that kind of emotion. I'm angry with myself for not cutting off my fiancée yet.

During the past two months, Leticiel has gone to the Duke, his father, to judge him directly on several occasions for breaking his engagement, but he's been kicked all over the place.

It seems that this engagement was taken by royal decree and cannot be destroyed from the Duke's side. Still, the Duke seems to have mentioned changes to his fiancée from time to time as well, but you think the Royal Family has been putting the answer on hold?

That's how the Dukes are in a hurry to never move on to talking about breaking their engagement, and for some reason the Dukes are hitting Leticiel eight times.

You think it's bad that you can't boil, how long you're going to keep the First Prince tied up, even though you're not worthy of a royal family such as an abomination like you, and you're ugly such as jealous of your beautiful, young and kind sister?

I keep being heard so much that I go to the rigging and rot those stories, and honestly it's getting to be a hassle. It's kind of similar to what Audrey was telling me.

(That's not my fault, is it? Absolutely)

Leticielle, I'd like to wish for it from this side.

As you speak to the king, he is not the king of a country, but the Duke's Lady can see him that way, and Leticiel is too busy about himself to go to the royal castle in the first place.

Huh? If you can't see him, you just have to force him to break through, right? I don't like it because I seem to see a future where I'm caught for disrespect, imprisoned, jailbroken and chased around to the country. 'Cause it's no trouble. It's not even level that you're gonna die if you don't break up your engagement right now.

gossip.

It is understandable what the circumstances are due to the Duke's and royal status, that he cannot go against his royal life, but what a mistake is his sister's 'beautiful, young and gentle'?

I admit it's cute, but there seems to be one thing in her belly, and if she's young, that twin sister, Drossel, should be too.

By the way, I don't care, I didn't have a fiancée until Krista was this age because that family adores Krista. Not really. "Our daughter's opponent has to be Cowie! Because I have set out an ideal that is too high."

I know he was too cute to want to do it to his wife anywhere, but he seems willing to delay going. Well, Leticiel doesn't care what makes my sister late.

"... envious, do you think?

"Huh?"

To the unexpected words, Leticiel looks up at the face of the man next door with a strange look.

Not the usual serene smile, Zeke looked at us with a rare and serious look. Unlike Leticiel's eyes, I now realize that his eyes don't reflect emotions.

Leticiel puts his gaze back in front again. I don't see my friend and his fiancée anymore, but I can still think of a clear hindsight in my brain.

"... Well, to tell the truth, I envy you"

Honest thoughts came to my mouth.

This statement by Leticiel made no other profound sense.

Behind what she said was "envious," she felt nostalgic for loving Nao (her partner) in her previous life. I rather didn't feel any more.

Leticiel doesn't want to improve his relationship with Rochford, nor is he willing to seek an act of love between them.

The crunch was supposed to end with Leticiel talking to himself like no other.

"... Really?"

…

Whispering more than Leticiel's twinkle, that's what Zeke said. Looking up next door he had a small grin, but the grin even seemed to cry somewhere.

"... Speaking of which, I'll give you the materials you were asking for the other day"

As I recall, Sieg said. It seemed natural, and somewhere unnatural to his movements, something did to his chest was awkward, but Leticiel pretended not to notice.

After waiting awhile, Zeke came back with a bunch of paper closed with strings.

"Go ahead."

"Thank you"

Sieg offers a bunch of paper. Leticiel reaches out to receive it.

Once the bass sounds, the paper bundle falls to the ground as if in slow motion.

Neither she nor he will say anything. I can't say anything. I just solidified into a small accident that happened and just stared at each other's faces with amazing eyes.

Memories of distant days blur the back of my brain. No. No. This is different. Not like that day...? What's going on? Or...?

The two pulled their hands together and looked away from each other sassy. Not sure what the difference was, Leticiel just repeated that in his mind.

"Shh, excuse me!

"... it's okay..."

Sieg's voice probably contained a rush. If she'd seen him at this time, she'd have noticed he was red to the ear.

But Leticiel was not the place to be. If you put your hands on your chest, your heart is pounding your chest hard if you don't break through the wall now.

Picking up material that fell to the ground, and puzzled by the pulsating heart, Leticiel activated the magic of metastasis almost reflexively.

"............... what am I doing..."

Leticiel, upset and full of heads, missed hearing the little crush Sieg had leaked.

Luvik was in one of the rooms of the House of the Duke of Filialeggis.

This is Drossel's private room. Now that he had completely figured out his husband's time to go home, he always tried to wait for his husband to come home in her room when that time came.

After a while, a soft breeze fluttered through the room. It's a signal to let them know Drossel's back.

"Welcome back, uncle......... lady? What's the matter, sir?

Trying to say hello as usual, Luvik opens his eyes when he sees that his husband has plunged to the floor with a relieved face like all his emotions have fallen off.

What could have upset Drossel so far that he was always calm and deposited and didn't change his complexion or expression much?

"... it's okay. I just had a little happening."

"It doesn't look very ok..."

"Anyway, it's okay!

I accidentally vandalized my voice. Now I just wanted to be alone. If I were with someone, I'd be hearing this loud, moving heart.

Ruvik said nothing more to his husband, who had his face covered with both hands.

Once Drossel used to explode emotions. Luvik understands very well how to treat his husband in this condition.

"Drossel, I'm going to tell the servant not to let anyone in Lady's room."

"... Yes, please"

"How about dinner?

"... not needed"

"Yes, I did. Then I'm with this. Rest easy."

With all due respect, Luvik left the room. The moment Batan and the door closed, Leticiel exhaled a long breath.

He stood up fluttered and dressed there too. Leticiel dived into bed and stuck his face in the pillow.

"Hey ahhh!!

And as he raised his mysterious cry, he jittered his legs and began to buff his pillow with his hands. Commonly seen in previous life, Leticier-specific (?).

It should be noted that I only have a creaking voice because I'm sticking my face in the pillow, and I don't have to worry about my voice leaking outside.

The heartbeat passes to the bed, and that shakes Leticiel's entire body in rhythm.

I haven't used anyone since morning and have put my face on a pillow that should be cold, but there's no sign of heat cooling on my red boiled cheeks. The cold pillow quickly warmed up slightly and Leticiel quickly changed his position.

I can't get away with what happened earlier creeping into my head.

My hands just touched it. That was it, but I don't see why I'd be so upset with him against him. Because he's supposed to be a fellow researcher, comrade, just a friend to Leticiel.

Just a friend. I felt like my chest could be tightened to that one word.

He tells himself he's just a friend, but his heart won't stop pulsing. You're not, are you? I felt like I was being told, and Leticiel almost cried for some reason.

How long would I have done that?

I heard something coming from outside the room in Leticiel's ear, which had been rumbling and tired for a while and was just stretching out in bed.

…

Rising out of bed, Leticiel stares at his own door.

Don, Batan.

When you finish your ears well, it sounds like you're going to hit a wall and fall.

To deduce from the quality of this sound, perhaps this is someone hitting a wall near Leticiel's room and the sound of a fall.

Leticiel softly approaches the door, wondering who the hell it is, and softly pushes his ear against the door to see what's going on outside.

"How many times do you think this is?

"Also, sorry! Ma'am! Forgive me!

I hear two women talking. Guess from the conversation...... Duchess and Samurai?

By the way, the Duchess of Philialeggis seems to be named Deanne. I found out over the course of two months.

Softly opening the door so as not to make a sound, Leticiel asks what was happening outside the room from the gap between the doors.

A little further down the hallway, I saw a sight of one samurai bowing her head to the Duchess. The Duchess wears a luxurious dress to her usual thick makeup and hides her mouth with a fan.

The opposing samurai was pitifully rattle-shaking. You've probably made some mistake, but its frightening is unusual.

"Apparently, you'd rather be fired, wouldn't you? Well, it's better to hire someone more competent than to hire an incompetent like you."

"Oh, no! It's the afterlife, ma'am! How about that!!

When the lady laughed with her nose and said so, the samurai blued her complexion so sassy that she could tell from the side. Is there any reason why you don't want to be fired?

I also thought about leaving it as it was because I wasn't interested, but I reconsidered that if it was ever noisy near the room, I couldn't rest to rest, and Leticiel decided to intervene crisply.

"Good day, Deanne. I didn't know the Duchess and I had time to sell oil here."

With a quiet look at the door, Leticiel speaks to a woman who is her mother with her usual untouched, faceless attitude and voice color.

Deanne couldn't seem to hide her surprise in the sudden appearance of Drossel. It says, "Why are you here?" in his eyes, which are wide open.

That look...... did you forget that this is near Drossel's room? Yeah, that family seems to have it.

"... you, about me now..."

"Samurai, can you tell me your name?

Ignoring Deanne, who is saying something, Leticiel turns to the samurai.

You were surprised that the Duke's Lady had suddenly spoken, and the samurai answered the question with surprise.

"Ni, my name is Nicole......"

"Yes, Nicole. How could you have been scolded by Deanne?

"Huh..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Deanne. I'm talking to you now."

Nicole's face will be dramatically drawn to Drossel, who says she can ignore her mistress.

Deanne is her...... her gaze at Drossel has sharpened to be precise, but Drossel has no sign of realizing Sole is blunt or something.

(No, I'm curious...)

Even as he spilled so much in his heart, Nicole would not wisely put it in his mouth.

"Yes, no... anything, nothing..."

"Yeah. Well... crazy." You can't even use it to clean it clean. "But they said, right?

……

Why did Nicole shove the word back down her throat?

In fact, Leticiel just guessed otherwise from the cleaning equipment placed next to Nicole, apparently Dompisha.

"I am angrier with the mistress of this mansion. I wonder what kind of accident it was... what a great reason."

…

"Besides, it doesn't look like there's dirt all over this area to me. With all due respect Deanne, could you please explain exactly where it is dirty?

……

"What if... were you obsessed with servants? Deanne, also known as" The Hua of Socialism, "hasn't done anything to make you doubt her character, has she?

Can't you argue with Leticiel when he's right with no expression, Deanne was staring at Leticiel with an abominable eye, even as she hid her face with a fan

Leticiel floats, even when the Duchess stares at him. Nicole gets softer watching me sideways to Drossel, who has a cool face as if she were transmitting the malice that can be directed at me.

"... you..."

"What's wrong?

"... you... what did you call me?

They said that if you think of anything. Isn't that a pretty forceful change of subject?

Deanne seems to find it hard to believe that Drossel called herself by name.

(Hmmm...... is that where you care now?

But Leticiel just leaned her neck without understanding her consternation. It hurts one stomach to be called "Mother" by my daughter, who neglects and hates me to death, doesn't it?

Besides, Leticiel doesn't have a real sense that Deanne is my mother, so this is just about it.

"Yes?" Dear Deanne, "anything?

"………………"

It was as if it were common sense. To Drossel, who said sille all the time, Deanne caused her hand with the fan to pull shake, and she glanced at Drossel and left quickly.

(What...?

It's not a gentle footstep, ladylike, but a footstep called Doshidoshi. You seem quite angry.

Ha...? He didn't seem to care, but what didn't he like? Well, we don't usually meet face to face, and it doesn't matter to Leticiel.

"Oh, um... thank you"

When she lost sight of Deanne, Nicole had said so and lowered her hectic head. Leticiel holds it down and shakes his head quietly.

She didn't come out trying to help her, she just helped out as a result. It's not to be appreciated.

"I just acted as I thought. I didn't do anything to keep my head down."

"No... Still, Miss Drossel, please help me. I really appreciate it."

But Nicole shook her head sideways as she sifted.

She said that she had been scolded by Deanne for something that had never happened before, but Leticiel seemed to be the first person to give me a help boat this way, only to laugh at the face of the Duke's house and other servants for fun or to see it farther afield.

"I'm not making a big deal out of it... you're welcome, I'll tell you that. Good luck with your work."

"Yes...!

Nicole laughed happily at Drossel's words.

Nicole started working at the Duke's house and the sun is shallow. Therefore, the work is still immature and the relationship is not working. He is cursed that it cannot be used by his employers, and ridiculed as incompetent by his senior servants.

For Nicole like that, the day will surely not come when she realizes how much Drossel's actions and words were appreciated.

"... by the way, Miss Drossel. Earlier, Deanne told me about your wife..."

"Yeah, I called you. You're not supposed to have the wrong name, are you?

"That's right... Mother, isn't it?

"Oh, it's okay. I'll call you" Mother "when you have eyes."

"No... I don't think that's the problem..."

Nicole had the ultimate decent thought circuit when she accidentally stuck it in.