Needless to say, in my lectures on the division of men and women, I have been given lectures and training for men for the prescribed position of dress and lord.

Regardless, it is the same about the modus operandi, and I am assumed to be the one not the one to be escorted.

Be the education of the Earl of Teresia who anticipated this early, be the correspondence of the Academy of Learning… Thoroughly as I wonder if even adults will be specifically allowed to imitate men when they get here.

Well, I've cleared up my troubles with Lindar, and after graduation, as a regular lord nobleman, I'll only show my face to the King's Capital about summer.

There is no escort in the House of Lords, and I don't think there are any odd nobles who bother to call a lord full of Cardiac notoriety whose territory has fallen short of settling down and special needs, so I hope they don't have to worry about how they dress and behave after adulthood.

Rabbit also horns, the way men behave worn for that reason has so far been a useless long product used only at the Maudon family night club or so, but that was the first time that it helped.

Because it was effective to get an escort position to help Emilia unfamiliar with the Arxian style dress.

"If it was about last year's lecture, I wonder if I could grasp the whole story in a book around here. Emilia will not be familiar with Kingdom law and the sacred code, so it is better from this primer. Oh, I thought you should have this dictionary, too. Even we Arxians have a hard time swallowing the jargon of each lecture without a teacher's explanation. I don't think it's going to work until it does, but let's help."

As she pulls Emilia's hand, she looks over the book she's looking for and holds it in her empty arms.

Apparently, Emilia is not confident in her academic achievement, and she wanted to figure out what last year's lecture was all about right now.

... Speaking of which, there were elements in the game that would improve each status to an extent other than Education, knowledge, charm and… I wonder what it was. Force? No, strength. I do feel like it was something that was easy to get up at the Commander-in-Chief's grandson's character event.

It seems to be necessary for a character's offense, rather than for raising back parameters such as impressions and grades from around him, and if this is low, random events are difficult to happen, or the likes of the character being attacked are difficult to increase, … vague memories were still hooked in the corner of my head like my sister in my previous life had told me to do that.

Nevertheless, this is not a world that is the arena for gaming but that is built on top of the gaming system.

Without the assurance that if we do it, we will increase our abilities as much as we have done, we will not call something as simple as we can show in numerical terms. It is a completely remote story in this identity society, such as the ability to lead to evaluation as it is, and it is unlikely that if you talk to anyone, you will gain a preference for it alone.

"Thank you.... I'm sorry, Mr. Einschvark. I apologize for any inconvenience…"

Emilia apologized to me that way when she finished collecting the book as a whole.

Apparently, he was aware of the isolated gaze that stabbed him from the library. You seem to understand that you are from an enemy country, above all.

... The size and sophistication of Lindar's court, which has just been done, is said to be different in size from that of Arksia. It is more wrong to compare the centuries to the court spent by many royal nobles with the courts of nations the size of that quarter.

Of the kingdom of Lindar, which was even smaller and nearer to doom than that, it was perhaps a more plain life than the Lord's Castle of Junas and Fletcher.

If so, her unfamiliarity has no choice.

I'm still not willing to blame Emilia for her inaction due to ignorance any more than I know that.

"I suddenly came to a completely different country, so there are things I don't understand that are natural. Let me help you from now on so that the difference will not be inconvenient for Emilia."

The King's life has already been worshipped. You have to do it, brace your stomach, and put it into words more to tell yourself than to Emilia.

"... thank you. We apologize for the inconvenience."

Emilia smiles faintly, though sorry.

"Because that's what my king wants."

─ ─ It annoys me to get apologized like this every time. I'm not helping out in good faith, so don't worry about it that much.

I thought so and gave it back.

"Well..."

But Emilia listens to it and leans down like she's depressed.

... Hmm. I could have said something the wrong way.