From the Battle of Taurus and the others in the Spirit Lake late at night, the hour is only a little, going back to that evening.
A group of Class A and B Four horsemen belonging to the Imperial Knights were taking the narrow streets of northwestern Imperial Capital west.
"... oh"
It was the old pilot riding class B who leaked his exclamation over the hill.
A white-walled castle on the back of a sunset castle castles a long shadow into a rose garden on one side. Because that was so beautiful, it looked like a single width of painting.
They are the Emperor's Guards. We have just arrived at Rose Castle, where we are evacuated.
'The first is the heart. Everybody, pull yourself together. "
An old pilot who looks back at level B and flies external audio to his men who follow him. The captain, he's a class B, because he traded his rides for his men's female pilots.
She is manipulating a knight while her body is wandering on the emperor's lap sitting in an A-class cockpit.
(It is the castle of the famous Rosehip uncle in Rose. not much in parallel)
Into the center of the enemy knights forming a hard line, penetrating in small numbers. The old captain's mood is close to that.
He thrust his throat and swallowed it, furthering the knight's legs.
"We've been waiting for you!
Emperors and escort pilots parked in the cobblestone square in front of the castle and walked to the front door.
A group of butlers and servants (footmen) greeted them. Youth, Nice Middle, and up to Silver and age range.
But they all had thick flesh like rugby players, and when they bowed their heads undisturbed, it was spectacular to even hear the wind cut.
"I'll take care of you."
The answer was a middle-aged man temporarily putting together the aura of the wise emperor. Behind him follows a small, chest-free, sleepy-eyed female pilot who walks with yotayota strangely in her inner crotch.
Long straight hair with a hairband was still disturbing even when combed "su" by hand, telling the story of a fierce battle on the road.
If that's how your Majesty is doing, what happens soon?
The old captain exhales in relief. According to the explanations received from the butler, we will guide everyone to each room once.
Soon afterwards, in the hall, with the dinner party.
"Your luggage has already been carried"
I bow my head down, a butler of my age, supposedly.
I'm going to be working out myself, but that's Uncle Rosehip's men. He has a thick body and inflates his tight clothes.
By the way, luggage would mean personal belongings such as changing clothes that were loaded behind the cockpit.
(Captain. Sounds fine to me)
Only the butler walks first, and the servants (footmen) do not follow. One of my men whispers from next door in that situation.
They were truly worried about the influence of Rose Castle (Rose Castle), which was said to be 'dyed in three days'.
An old captain nodding gently and indicating consent.
(Actually, that's a slap)
Although the servants (footmen) feel physical force in their flesh, their minds do not move at all. When I calmed down a little and thought about it, it seemed natural.
(What the hell were you afraid of? "Stained in Rose in Three Days" and other bad rumors about the nature of the tails)
While you're thinking about it, first you arrive in the Emperor's room. Together, she breaks up with a small female pilot who serves as a bodyguard, and heads with the butler to the corner where they are honored.
There was a poke in the hallway, surrounded by a small hall and four doors. I guess this back will be everyone's room.
What is it?
The old captain frowned in surprise because he saw those who could not have been there.
The pilots' luggage placed in the hall. Beside a leather suitcase fastened by a belt stood a maid's clothing girl with a white tone.
(Rose Castle is forbidden to women except guests)
The number of people is eight. When I was old, I would be about a teenager head. He is also short and feels luxurious overall.
A butler who perceives the atmosphere of the four confused escorts and opens his mouth.
"Rest assured. These are men."
I am told with a calm look, but the old captain doesn't know what to feel safe about. My men seem to be the same, looking at each other.
(You think this is a man?
Talk about boys dressed as women, but their hair is long and lustrous as well. Honestly, I just look like a girl.
You couldn't stand the sight of the pilots, and the boys in the maid's clothes strayed from sight and turned obliquely. Its embarrassing tricks and light peach-dyed cheeks made the escort pilots leak low groans.
(What are you thinking, this butler?
An old captain who asks harshly with his gaze. The butler who takes it speaks in an apologetic tone, while bowing his head correctly at the fold.
"There seems to be a sense of oppression, and many customers have distanced themselves from serving servants (footmen). I've done too much."
The guys with the thick chest plates I just saw. To keep your mind at ease, that would be better than a boy dressed as a woman.
One thing that caught my eye when I tried to snort about it was the appearance of long-haired boys in white maid clothes.
(Chuckles)
I groaned at my heart because of that look. The expression of fear that the alternation would be told appeared in the righteous face that remained young.
"... no, it doesn't extend to that"
The moment his voice is uttered, the boys grin as the flowers burst with gratitude. When I see how it goes, my anxiety strikes me as to whether my decision was correct.
The butler bowed his head again and continued his words.
"Thank you for your concern. Sorry to overlap, but these people are still apprentices. Some things will go wrong."
So I see the beginners at the top of my head, and I smile slightly at my mouth and carry on the words.
"I ask you to scold and punish me fully then. Because it is important to correct the crude phase" Yes "on the spot."
Seeing the butler who returned his posture, the old captain intuitively understood.
(This butler is trying to draw us in with intent)
Those are definitely eyes that look at trapped prey. I remember myself putting myself on the battlefield.
(We are not fascinated by the charm of the rose. They change hands, they change objects, and they crush their hearts to make it easier to accept)
If you can, a mother who manages to feed her vegetable-hasting child, ingenious in cooking.
I guess I've been doing the same thing every time a guest visits. Otherwise, I won't be ready to go this far.
(But what? The height of this level)
Femininity becomes more pronounced because of being among all the manly servants (footmen).
The more you stare, the prettier the boy, not the prettier the girl who turns sideways and tides her face. Red-dyed neck muscles with embarrassment, even he had something to spit on.
(These boys should also be like the servants (footmen) who lined up to pick them up earlier)
An old captain who tells himself so and keeps his deep breath unnoticed. However, the boy maids' appreciation of their appearance remains unchanged.
Is he as cute as the Beast child?
"These people will do everything from carrying luggage to taking care of you around. Please let us know."
Then at the dinner venue. and leftover kurli and turns. Butler stretching his spine and walking away high in footsteps.
All they could do was gaze at their backs.
"We will carry your luggage"
Boy maids who rush over to themselves and offer. The voice is so clear that you want to wonder 'does the voice-over really come', as if you played the glass with your finger.
The old captain manages to put words of solidity out of his mouth, even as he leans against the monstrous charm of the boy dressed as a woman.
"No, I can do this on my own. I don't care if you come back."
And it came to pass in my ear that those around me were saying the same thing.
(Exactly, nothing seems to have moved my mind with this)
Wipe the sweat on your forehead with your hands, even if it's not there, and exhale small, old captain. But when I look back at the boy maid, the breath stops.
Despair. Because he was creating a look that he only wanted to describe as so.
"... what's wrong?
A juvenile maid with beautiful hair cut off on her shoulder, appealing to her uppermost for questioning.
"If you are returned here, you will be punished for not being of service"
He gets harsh treatment from those senior servants (footmen) of Gachimuchi. I even go out to the maid who curbs my face with both hands and spreads the agitation to the pilots.
In that way, the old captain made a bitter expression in his heart and spoke to himself.
(That butler. This is how you're willing to invite sympathy and attach it to tenderness)
The boys in front of us have no sin or responsibility. Those butlers are pushing the boys. I feel something close to the devil's way, tongue-in-cheek.
I nodded with my men and decided not to fit in and ask them to carry my luggage.
"Thank you!
The juvenile maids start bringing suitcases indoors with their delightful expressions blooming like flowers, flipping the hem of their skirts.
Thin and luxurious around the waist, only the butt is oddly prickly, like a sportsman.
But still too heavy, a few whisperers. One of my men is going to be unexpectedly helpful, but he seems to have managed to stop.
(This is not good. I have to think of something to do)
An old captain who senses the swings of the mind that spread to his men and makes his expression rude.
When they had finished carrying their bags, they headed to the dinner hall with a guide from the boy maid.
And soon, a welcome dinner party that began in the Great Hall.
On the upper seat sits the emperor, next to whom sits a small class A ride. It's a broken deal, but I can't help but think of her role in keeping Rose Castle.
Fortunately, the Emperor doesn't seem to regard it as disrespectful.
(Don't let those boy maids near your majesty)
Watch while you're alert, but apparently you're going to end up worried. Only elderly servants (footmen) served the emperor, and boys in skirts with neutral charm did not go near them.
(That said, you were an 'apprentice')
If I were to be alone, I guess I wouldn't be forgiven. The eight juvenile maids are surrounded by four escorts, who share food and pour drinks.
(When that happens, are we aiming?)
The face of an old captain who breaks through the butler's thoughts and runs bitter. For the Emperor, we are horses with balls on them.
Before attacking the castle, we bury the surrounding moat, but I'm guessing they're trying to pin down the escort.
Then again, we can't fall apart.
The old captain sits in the dining room and heads to wash his hands. Contrary to manners, I wanted to chill my head here once.
Seeing myself taking a seat, one of my men goes on. By the way, the boy maid didn't come with me until outside the venue.
"Captain. I'm pretty bad. If you devote yourself to it, you'll shake your heart."
I grab the shoulders of my upset subordinates disappointingly and weigh them down.
"Hold on tight. Those are spirits designed to melt our hearts. If you accept, those servants (footmen) will come next. And if we fall apart, Your Majesty will be next."
A subordinate who is given the name of emperor and returns to a stiff look. When I wash my face with water in the sink, I nod to the captain with my eyes that brought back more light than I had earlier.
"Right now, we're the only ones who can protect His Majesty. It'll be hard, but bear with me."
And they went back to the dinner room again.
In a soothing atmosphere, the dinner party ends successfully. The convoy returns to their rooms as a group.
There were four juvenile maids following them and they were down to half.
"Please let me know anything"
The boys with the same number of pilots enter the pilots' room where they had the most conversations, waiting to be able to tell them what to do in the corner.
When I ask for coffee for two, I say I can't and let him sit on the front couch, killing time in a conversation I don't love.
(The evening came much later. around here would be fine)
An old captain who looks out the window through a gap in the curtain and opens his mouth.
"Good luck today. Thank you."
Far away, I say we're done for the day. But the boy maid's reaction was the same as earlier.
"If you are returned now, you will be punished. Like the four of us who couldn't get here."
Asked what it was, eight people had been tried. Apparently the butler observed what was going on at the dinner party, leaving one person at a time that each person thought they liked.
Wrap your tongue around the sharpness of that eye. Indeed, I felt a stronger threat from this one of the first two.
"The four of them will be heavily blamed by now by the seniors. Maybe until morning."
Long straight beautiful boy in made-up clothes, claiming his hands together in front of his chest. The wrist and ankle are thin enough to break.
"I know you don't mind. But could you manage to keep me in this room until morning? Just let me stand in the corner of the room."
I even have tears in my eyes.
Behind the old captain's brain appeared the deacon, tearing his mouth to his ear and laughing.
(That demon. Using innocent boys and using the good parts of people so far)
The minded old captain answered as he exhaled like a sigh.
"Okay. But I can't help but let him stand up. Use that couch."
Speaking from the feelings, give the boy the bed and you can sleep on the couch yourself. But I also knew the boy would never accept it.
Wipe the tears with your fingers and the boy maid nodding happily and again. If you look closely, she has applied some makeup such as pulling lips.
That's oddly glossy, my heart ripples.
(What are you thinking, yourself)
An old captain who shakes his head hard to get rid of strange thoughts and heads to bed to just fall asleep. So I noticed the room temperature was dropping.
The area may get cold at night.
(Though I'm fine)
The boy maid who will sleep on the couch will be cold. Think so and ask to increase the room temperature.
But the boy maid dyed her cheeks, shaking her thin neck left and right, sorry.
"This castle room has no heating. Because we are acting in its place."
In response, the old captain slapped his fist in his heart, to the butler, who would no longer be a complete demon figure and laugh high.
(How cunning is that? Damn)
A juvenile maid shrugging her shoulders on the couch and turning downwards to keep herself small. The old captain remains silent without knowing what to say.
Breaking that silence was the voice of a boy maid who faintly arrived from the next room.
"... ahh!
A voice that something seems to have broken in and leaked intolerably. An awkward silence descends between us.
(I won't lose. You can't lose. Never)
He was an old pilot who let his chewed back teeth snap and swear to his heart.