I Favor the Villainess

The rattling and vision shake up and down into small pieces.

It's been almost six months since I've been in this world, so I'm used to it, but in the beginning, I missed how comfortable Earth's cars were.

So now it's in the carriage.

The journey to the François villa, with Claire, Mischa and Dollar, is rocked by a luxurious three-headed carriage.

The seating order is the arrangement between Claire and me on your side and Dollar and Misha on the rear side.

In terms of this order of seats, I was stuffed, but in the end, Master Claire put me through and the dollar broke.

"That's where I said it. What you say is picturesque. The politics of the kingdom cannot stand without nobility."

To put it in exaggerated gestures is Dollar, Claire's father and finance minister of the kingdom.

It's been about half a day since I got in the carriage, but the dollar speaks well.

"Father. I already wanted to talk about it. How many times do you think this is happening?"

"Yeah? Did you? Then let's talk about something else. This is when Claire was just born."

Speaking of Dollars, he is almost the top nobleman, except for the royalty.

Few can block the story more than he wants to talk.

The only thing is that Claire hits it, but since Claire is also a biological nobleman, she can't block her father's story that way.

At best, to the extent that it complains, as it did earlier, where the conversation was a paragraph away.

Most of what Dollar talks about is pride in his accomplishments.

Mr. Dollar, in his capacity as Minister of Finance, is the country's vault number.

Positions that are by no means low in the status of other ministries, but still curtail the flow of gold, are still strong in any world, including Japan in previous life.

Bills and policies made by a number of politicians and bureaucrats cannot be established without the cooperation of the dollar either.

As a result, the dollar became involved in the formation of all bills and policies, and there were verses that viewed it as a feat of their own.

"Claire, you're still young... and you don't know what a woman is, but politics doesn't work ideally."

"Ha..."

Mr. Claire, whose Dollar spearhead is right for him, strikes a vague correlation with a slightly fed up look.

I saw this one so that those eyes would ask for help.

"Dear dollar. What did Master Claire look like when she was little?

"It's already an angel! There's never been a more adorable person in this world than Claire!

I draped the fishing needle and the dollar cost me light.

As for the water on the stand, it was detailed about Claire's childhood, and she started to talk happily already.

I was flanked by a fence.

It is Misha.

"You can often have direct conversations with dollar players..."

"Why? You're my future father-in-law, aren't you?

"You can often tell such a joke to dollar players..."

Misha, sighing as if frightened, seemed to have a dark colour of fatigue.

For Misha, who, unlike me, was originally a nobleman, it seems that the presence of the Dollar still has to feel the pressure.

I'm afraid that sitting next to me is a lot in itself, and I guess it means something else, such as exchanging words.

"Well, it's only if Claire forgives me for this conversation with the civilians. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting in the carriage in the first place."

"Thank you to Your Excellency and Claire for your generosity"

"Uhm."

As I grumbled, Master Dollar nodded satisfactorily.

"But Claire. Didn't you seem to be able to crack it down a lot with this civilian? What kind of blow did you hate so much at first?

"... I didn't mean to break it even now."

"Really? Claire, your heart is too gentle for nobility. You know, pity is a good choice."

Master Dollar said to bite and include.

Master Claire looked fed up, but still nodded.

"Otherwise, you'll repeat the same mistake again... you know, like the traitor Ortho"

Until the dollar says the word.

"Father!

"You've been a hell of a whore for years, even though you took it away, that one. Even death crimes, such as pulling a bow on the empire and through the kingdom, are vivid."

Totally His Majesty is sweet, and Master Dollar poisoned him.

Master Claire is still going to explode, but she's trying so hard.

I shouldn't do this.

I managed to change the subject again.

But...

"And you think she had a relationship with that woman, her real brother? Just because someone like that was on Claire's side, to get Claire dirty..."

"Whatever!

Master Claire roughed up his voice and blocked Mr. Dollar's words.

I didn't make it.

"Claire...... I know you're sweet, but defending someone like that..."

"Shut up, Father. If you despise Lene any more, how can you not forgive your father?

And to Dollar trying to attack Lene, Lady Claire looked amazing with a night fork.

Hold your mouth for a moment like the dollar has been pressurized.

"Surely what Lene did is not acceptable. Your father is right about that. But she had her own agony and pain..."

Master Claire's tone seemed to be stained with blood.

"Lene is being punished. Please don't do any more than that. I still care about her."

It should be noted that Lady Claire is considerate of her own squire.

Master Claire is not quite a person who opens his heart to people, but she is sweet to the person who once admitted to being in her own body.

I like that a lot too.

But...

"Claire, that's not noble thinking. Change it."

Master Dollar thrust cold.

"Nobility is what governs people. Compassion is convenience to dominate people, not to immerse them in sentiment"

"I am immersed in sentiment, etc. -!"

"Then what do you get from caring for a betrayed servant? What happens if the other nobles hear what you just said?

"Oh, that's -!"

Master Claire was stuck in words.

Because I noticed.

That Master Claire and Mr. Dollar are talking based on completely different principles.

Lady Claire is tired of talking emotionally.

It is an essential part of the human life, a part of the mind that cannot be filled by logic alone.

In contrast, Mr. Dollar is thorough with logic.

It's a world of profit and loss, far from human nature.

And that is what he says, which is nobility.

"Claire. I hope you won't let me down"

……

"What happened to your reply?"

……

"Claire."

"... Yes"

Lady Claire's voice was a weakness that seemed to disappear fine.

I tried to speak to Master Claire - I stopped.

I know Master Claire is hurt now.

But where I put it, Master Claire's wounds won't heal or shallow.

Because it is not because of Dollar's words that Master Claire is hurting, but because of herself - Claire herself, a nobleman without help.

Master Claire is clever.

If you care about that, you can argue with the dollar as much as you want.

But what happens then?

Do you deserve to deny yourself the logic of nobility to yourself who is noble everywhere and has only lived as noble?

I can see such distress more eloquently than I can speak in words.

That's why I don't speak.

But now, yes.

I will one day show Claire - the way Claire is, in all affirmation.

Let real affirmations come true, never in the gentle words of a moment or in the congrats.

To do this, I now choose to remain silent.

Because now that we have Dollars and Misha, that's what we need to do.

But at least.

……

Lady Claire turned her gaze toward us.

I was in an invisible position from Master Dollar, holding Master Claire's hand.

When I gripped lightly, Master Claire gripped back with more strength.

I feel the warmth of Master Claire.

Delivery to Claire, please.

I can't put it into words.

But I wanted to believe that we do have something to convey right now, even without words.