Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

After school at the Lucrezia School. As Leticiel walked down the corridor for his circle activities, the students who were about to return home stopped moving in unison and looked at me with envy and awe.

Earlier in the new semester, Leticiel also noticed that his students' eyes were changing to see themselves, but he wasn't very interested in something called ambient valuation, so he walks down the hallway ignoring all the glances and hissing that could be showered from around him.

Heading to the magic training ground, Leticiel enters the deepest booth by greeting the receptionist young man, who has become completely familiar with him.

"Dear Drossel! I've been waiting for you!

There Mirandaletto was waving with pleasure. Next to her is her fiancée, Hilmes, but she didn't see the other person she would normally be.

"I can't see Zeke."

"Ah, Master Sieg seems to have business to attend to, and I'm already home today"

"Oh, really..."

I felt a little lonely because we had been together before as a matter of course. I normally meet and talk during the day and lunch break, but I think Zeke has been up in the sky somewhere lately, and I feel less likely to show up in circles after school. Are you busy?

"... I can't help it if you're not here. Start practicing."

That's what I said and tried to get the work started as usual, but I realized I could hear a magical explosion coming from the booth next door. Mixed with that explosion sound, I can hear that embarrassing chant a little too.

"... someone's practicing magic in the next booth."

"That's unusual. There are really a handful of students in this school who stay after school and study."

Indeed, as Mirandaletto puts it, the students who remain in the school after school are about the Leticiels who do circle activities. That's why I've rarely had anyone in the booth next door before.

Somehow wondering who he is, Leticiel leaves the booth where he is now and travels to one of the next booths.

The door of that booth was only slightly open and a peek inside through the gap in the door witnessed the scene where the boy with blue hair was unleashing the magic of the wind attribute. It is Lionel.

I'm seriously practicing, and let's not interrupt, what a thought. When Leticiel tried to leave, Gi and I quietly opened the door and a chestnut short-haired, riddle-faced girl came out.

The girl wore long trousers on her boots and a moveable jacket. The woman attending school was mostly dressed, but she had a different atmosphere than such a normal courtier. The figure resembled a woman's outfit in a world of war a thousand years ago, and Leticiel felt a nostalgic sense of vestige.

"............ Hello, Master Drossel. How can I help you?"

The voice of a badly calm girl with little discouragement had an awesomeness that pushed her opponent away and silenced her surroundings. An awkward silence drifts between the girl and the Leticiers, who sit in front of the door left open. Mirandalette and Hilmes, who have followed us, are also horny, not knowing what to do.

"Shirley, what's wrong?

There came Lionel, who interrupted the practice. The girl turns around Lionel and corrects her posture.

"… Your Highness"

"Is someone here... oh?

It was Lionel talking to the girl, but she looked a little surprised when she noticed Leticiel.

"Aren't you Miss Drossel? What's the matter, sir?

"I was curious to see someone in the booth next door."

"Was I? I was wondering if there had been any disrespect."

That's what Lionel says. He smiles as small as a ho.

"She's Shirley-Carra-Kern. She is the eldest daughter of Viscount Kern and has served me for a long time. I'm enrolled in one of the last grades of school."

After being introduced, the girl called Shirley met small without breaking her faceless expression. Leticiel also bows his head with pepper.

"Miss Drossel, what are you doing here with your friends?

Lionel asked me wondering. Apparently, he questioned Leticiel, who was not attending a tea party or anything like any other noble warrant lady.

"It's a circle. I work in the booth next door."

"Really? Circles are rare, what activities do you do?

"Well... you know, I teach you about the ritual and the sword."

"Oh, can Miss Drossel use a sword......!

Then we had a little chat about the circle, and Leticiel said goodbye to Lionel and followed the scene.

When we got back to our own booth, our usual circle activity began. Time quickly passed while I was advising Mirandaletto on sorcery and applying swordsmanship guidelines to Hilmes.

"But Master Shirley, that's cool...... I'd like to see you again."

When I finished teaching Hilmes swordsmanship, Hilmes snapped as I remembered. His eyes shine with pleasure.

"Master Hilmes, do you know Master Shirley?

"Yes! When it comes to the Viscount Kern family, you're so strong in martial arts, male and female alike! Shirley was so famous that no one knew about him at the cadet school!

"I'm a second prince's squire, so you must be pretty strong."

"You're strong! How dare you, Viscount Kern, because the house is enough to be set up by the Kingsguard Knights for generations!

"That's amazing..."

Talking to Hilmes about that, Leticiel pays off the dirt on his clothes and softly wets his sweat.

"You're already at this hour. I'm gonna go face the research facility once before I go home, but what are you two gonna do?

Leticiel asked two friends as they watched a cringe-like bright red sunset.

"I'll practice some more and then go home with the Leafs!

"Really? Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes!"

Waving at Mirandaletto and Hilmes, who continue their practice, Leticiel left the magic training ground behind.

As I was crossing the shadowless garden, a sudden Don and shock ran on my back and I nearly fell at risk.

"I'm here to see you, sister Drossel"

"I'm here to see you! Drossel, sister!

When I managed to stop and look back, Tina and Ditto, the twin Spirit Kings I'd not seen in roughly a month, were floating in the universe with fluff holding hands.

"Oh... a long time. How have you been?

"I'm fine. But it's not been that long."

"I'm fine! But it hasn't been that long."

"... I think so."

Leticiel laughs bitterly at the difference between the twins and his sense of time. On average, as a spiritual clan living for about 500 years, I guess it's not a big time or anything like a month's blank.

"I didn't see him at all during the summer vacation, but what were you doing?

As he walked toward the annex, Leticiel asked the twins who would follow him a little.

"I was taking care of my pet."

"I was playing with my pet!

"... Huh? You have a pet?

"That's right. It's so big."

"Yes! I'm such a moffy!

Teena and Ditto are trying to describe their pets with a deceptive gesture, but the image was not conveyed at all due to the size of their bodies.

"You must be cute. I'd love to see it when I get a chance."

"" Fine! I'll show you next time!

Teena doesn't laugh, Ditto nods with a full grin. If that's how we were discussing each other's summer vacation events, the entrance to the research facility was already right in front of us when we realized it.

"Where am I?

"Here what?

"It's a new research facility. I'm here because of you. You can come in."

"" Wow!

Upon entering the hall of the research facility, the hall somehow had a pile of materials available. Leticiel scowls at Kyoton and peeks softly into the other side as he approaches the pile of materials.

"... Master Tuvalu? What can I do for you?

Beyond the mountain was Tuvalu, surrounded by books and materials. When Leticiel speaks out in wonder, Tubal interrupts his reading and raises his face.

"Hello, Master Drossel. Read the books His Majesty brought into this lab..."

So Tuvalu's words broke off. He opens his mouth unbelievably and looks behind Jizz and Leticiel.

At the end of his gaze, the twin Spirit King looked intrigued into the hall. Tubal rushed to get up, but he hooked a pile of nearby books and collapsed, and was taken off his leg and fell.

"Are you all right?

"Yes, I'm fine... but the spirits I've needed before... right?

"Yeah. I think you were watching, too."

"I was watching, but suddenly I was horny about the appearance..."

Tubal scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Sister Drossel, who is this guy?

"Sister Drossel, is this the man?

Tina and Ditto innocently neck each other as they look up at Leticiel with the same face. Tuvalu bows peculiarly.

"Nice to meet you, Spirit. I say Tubal-Loot-Villenz."

When Tuvalu carefully introduced himself, the twins stared at Tuvalu for a while and then returned their gaze to Leticiel.

"Do you know your sister?

"Your sister's friend?

"Yeah, right. I don't know, like a fellow researcher."

"Oh well. Then you're Tuvalu's brother."

"It is! Then you're Tuvalu's brother!

Tubal makes his eyes shine as excited by the twins who say the same thing with the opposite expression. Even without the power of the Spirit, the Spirit is a longing for man in this age.

The Spirit is told that it is extinct in this world, but that's not why it has no spiritual heritage. Because they are supposedly extinct, the element of uncertainty feeds on people's delusions, and the Spirit is still loved by people as a fairy tale.

Then Tuvalu had alechoed the twins about the Spirit, but even after getting the answer, his tense appeared to be hard to lower.

One carriage had stopped on the side road of a large detached palace standing on a hill away from the Wang capital.

The carriage door opens and one butler comes out of it. When he puts his foot on the ground, he turns around and offers his hand toward the carriage.

A smooth white hand was placed over its hand and a beautiful red-haired blonde lady stepped out of the carriage.

"... Hereby, Master Rochford..."

Krista whines small as she looks up at the wall of the outhouse. Next to her, her exclusive butler is holding back, shaking her eyes anxiously.

"Um, lady... are you sure you want to go?

"Yeah, otherwise, what brings you here?"

Two guards stand in front of the main entrance. Krista walked over quietly and spoke to them.

"I am from the House of the Duke of Filialeggis. I'd like to see His Highness Rochford."

The gatekeepers clearly looked disgusted by Krista's words. The Duke of Philialeggis family is a house that has created a direct cause for Rochford to go to therapy. It would be natural not to look good.

"What are you doing? I'm the Duke's Lady, right? Do you think you can stop me?

Christa deliberately throws a harsh tone at the gatekeepers who don't try to move.

The gatekeepers looked at each other for a while, but eventually one gatekeeper headed into the palace like reluctantly.

As Krista and the others waited on the spot for a while, an earlier gatekeeper brought back an old male butler.

The old butler bows down to her respectfully. But there is a color in his eyes that seems negligible.

"Welcome, Lady Duke of Philialeggis. What can I do for you today?

"I've come to pay my respects to His Highness Rochford. Can you show me around?

With that said, the old butler clearly frowned. He seemed lost, but apparently he didn't get an order from the king not to let Christa through, and eventually he let her through.

"... ok. I'll show you."

Guided by the old butler, Krista came into the outhouse.

Luxurious inside the outhouse, but it was a killer landscape somewhere. The halls and corridors without a sense of life give the impression that they are somewhat empty, even if they are cleaned up nicely.

On the road, they slipped away with a few servants, but when they thanked Christa, they left with no expression. The air in the estrangement is heavy and breath-taking.

"... here it is"

The old butler came in front of the door in the deepest part of the outhouse. Let your own dedicated butler wait at the entrance, and Krista enters the room.

It was a large, spacious room. Only the royally-owned outhouse, all the furniture and conditioning items that are placed are first-class and give the impression of being different from the Duke's residence.

But the room was painful. The curtains are open and the light of day is plugged in, but the air in the room is heavy and damp and it seems to stick around and makes me sick.

Rochford was by the window behind the room. In his hand he holds the earrings of the shapes of his mother, the queen, and sits on the couch with his vain eyes pointed out.

I finally met him. I love him, but Rochford looked a long way from what he once was full of confidence. His face is done, his eyes are not vibrant, and even though he is there, he is like a doll whose soul has fallen out.

"... Dear Roshford"

Krista approached Rochford and gently called his name. Until just a month ago, when Krista called him, he always smiled gently at me, and now Rochford had no reaction to Krista's voice.

Krista reaches out to Rochford's cheek. Various emotions come from within my chest to the changed appearance of someone I love from the bottom of my heart. Love, relief, uncut, sadness, despair, anger, hatred.

It's that guy's fault. If that guy hadn't hit a strange force, Rochford wouldn't have seen it like this.

When I opened my mouth to speak again, Roshford rose flatly.

Krista only expected me to react for a moment, but Rochford went to the door in the back of the room with an indelible foothold as if she didn't see anything about Krista or anything else, and she went in.

Krista, left on the spot, could not move due to impact for a while, but eventually left the room in heavy footsteps holding her fist so hard that blood seeped.

"... are you okay? Lady."

The dedicated butler asks worryingly, but Krista had also lost her temper to answer that question.

"Master Rochford... is that how you've been since that day?

"I've only spoken to the Deacon a little earlier, and he's always in a shell-out condition. There is nothing wrong with my body, so my doctor is in good shape..."

On the way back to the entrance, Krista was further dismayed when she was asked about the current situation in Rochford. I didn't know Rochford had been put in such a harsh state so far.

I hate myself when my parents protected me in the meantime and stuck me in my room. If I could have come to visit him sooner, maybe I'd have changed a little.

"Well, take care and go home"

The Kristas were sent to the front door, and the old butler of the outhouse said so with a respectful bow.

Listening to the words on his back, Krista left the Palace and went back to the carriage. When Krista gets to her seat, the door closes, and eventually she hears the whip and horse groaning from outside.

"Dear Roshford..."

With such a small voice that no one can hear you, Krista snaps. Her eyes lit with extraordinary heat and light.

"... I need to help you somehow..."

With Krista's determination on board, the carriage quietly set off for the King's Capital. Whoever knew in her heart was not on this occasion.