I am The Black Tea Specialist Cheat of The Chivalric Order!

There's a lot on the way to the Royal Palace.

"In the meantime, you're going to be fine during the convoy. They're basically staying at the Town Inn. Because Yura is a woman."

Mouth on tea, Mr. Frey cut out of a serious story.

"Anyway, I'm glad it wasn't Nojuku. Without the door, Gusar is going to stab me while I sleep, because I'm just scared..."

"That's what I was thinking."

Mr. Frey laughs at me for couscous.

"Is that weird?

'Cause you're on guard, aren't you? If you think you're a real witch, you're also afraid to take her to the King's Capital, so what they might decide you should just kill her and take her body.

"I won't let you. Unbelievable?

Mr. Frey, who placed the cup, says as he looks at this one.

"But not alone..."

"I don't care if you poke at me unexpectedly. Besides, I can use magic. Because it's not just the sword."

Speaking of which, Mr. Frey was someone who could use all sorts of hands.

"And Yura, too, if it's that much of a crisis, you can use magic to escape."

"But if you do that, you won't be able to stay in Arlendar until Mr. Frey. I'm sorry about that, so at least pretend I fooled you..."

"I hate that."

I said it because I thought Mr. Frey would never be chased out of the country again, but he refuses me in person.

"Uh... but Mr. Frey"

I tried to persuade him, but Mr. Frey stood up and put his hand on my head and said:

"If Yura's leaving the country, I'll follow her."

"I'm so sorry. I can protect myself now, and I can do something by myself even if I'm going to another country."

I'm no longer myself as a pull, and I'm getting a way of life selling tea and stuff. So you'll be able to do anything.

Either that or I think it would be convenient to just contact Mr. Jörn...

But Mr. Frey tells me he's in trouble.

"I want to be with you, Mr. Yura."

"Oh, you can't take that much care of me. I'm not even a child..."

Once Mr. Frey's hands flutter away, he touches his ears. To the tickle, I almost raised my voice.

While they were distracted there, Mr. Frey was keeping his face close.

"I never thought of you as a child."


That's what they say from the front, and I mumble.

'Cause that's what I wanted to keep. Both the captain and Mr. Frey. Because I could have done that if you were laughing through me, with the ambiguous way to put it.

It could be some kind of whim. Even if it was true, I don't know what to do.

Yet Mr. Frey didn't let me get away with it.

"Mr. Yura."

I looked up at the call and regretted that I was so annoyed.

Exhale and feel touched cheeks.

That comes down on my forehead next.

"Do you still think I'm treating you like a child?

Mr. Frey, who spoke to himself, laughs small and asks.

"Phew... Fluffy..."

hey, how dare you do it!?

I want to say that, but my voice no longer speaks well.

I can't believe you even did this to Mr. Frey, even though the captain's array was all you had.

What am I supposed to do?

Something like this in my last life. Intellectually, I said, "I don't think I'm treating you like a child" in a room for two men and women, okay? Oh, but I'm afraid if you say, "I think you're treating me like a child," you're going to stir it up...

If I was rigid because I didn't know how to act, Mr. Frey slapped me on the shoulder with a hand that was touching my ear.

"In the meantime, I'm glad you don't seem to hate me. Now you know why I want to follow you, don't you?

If I answer that I don't know, it's definitely going to be more screaming.

Hurry up and nod and Mr. Frey looked satisfied.

"Then I'll leave Spirit Watch. Take your time off, Mr. Yura."

That's how Mr. Frey left the room in peace...... I slammed into the table in front of me.

Or so Mr. Frey did not do the same after this.

Although I was very helpful......

Speaking of how I did that, it would be to convince me to follow whatever happened to me.

It just didn't mean abrupt behavior, I guess.

In the case of the captain, though I was very confused when he started saying sweet words, as if he had changed some policy.

"Mr. Frey was the one who used to say sweet words."

So, it doesn't suddenly feel like it's Mr. Frey. I think it's because the castle said something critical.

Said that on the first day in the first place would also be to tell me what to do if something happened during the escort.

The convoy seems easier than I thought, but I can't predict what's going to happen.

You don't have to ask questions about not following me when you're supposed to run away.


What about this?

I'm not asking you to do something because you both like it.

Normally, I only think of situations where people want me to go out with them when I kiss them.

Or, even if I don't tell you, I sometimes smell like something I want to monopolize from the edge of the word.

"Uh. Let's just interrupt."

Though I tend to think about how shocking it was because of the long time I've been in the carriage and getting confused. It's time to change your mind.

The carriage journey is almost over.

Once we passed through a place like the barracks, we crossed a wide stone bridge over a large river.

White stone bridges seem sturdy but have decorations on columns and fences to give them a spicy feel.

That's how we get inside a very big town.

The streets, all cobbled and paved, are lined with brick and stone tall buildings, as if they were in Building Street.

Many people look like they want to go, and many people look wealthy in clothing.

As I watched the streets like that, I went through two more sturdy gates.

Eventually the carriage stopped, as far as the windows could tell, no matter what you think... it's a place of appearance that doesn't seem appropriate for me as a civilian to come.

"This, in the main entrance of the castle or something like that"

In the spacious garden with its fountain, roses bloom everywhere, and in front of the building, there are white stone stairs that can be climbed in two hands.

I was surprised when I just thought they were taking me from a place like a civilian portal to a place like a soldier's locker.

But the knights who escorted me will tell me to go up that staircase and be led by a captain-like man.

Mr. Frey followed me from behind, too, so I went up the stairs, fearfully.

"Are you Yura Savell? Nice to meet you!

I just went up and saw someone who had greeted me brightly when I did, and I turned my eyes round.