I Shall Survive Using Potions!

Viscount Rio Tar's First Son Birthday Party Day

Viscount Riotar's three men, Asil von Riotar, were looking around the venue as he softened from earlier.

Not yet or not yet......

I'm not suspicious, but even if it's an accident or a mistake, I get anxious.

The venue already seemed to have a broad range of visitors, along with the Rio Tar family, starting with Cedric, the eldest son, who is the star of the day.

In this country, organizer greetings and speeches are never the first to take place, as in Japan. Guests are often late, so they are free to begin with a welcome, and after some time greetings and speeches are given. So essentially the party has already started.

And when Ashir's worries grew, a girl appeared at the party venue.

Viscount Riotar, the organiser of the party, noticed that the venue, which had been bothered by conversations that were exchanged everywhere, was slowly quieter.

(Is something wrong?

I'm not going to go to my oldest son's birthday party and find someone to fuck...

When Viscount Riotar turned to those gathering the gaze of the quiet visitors, there was a figure of one girl, about twelve years old. Glossy brunette around the shoulder, neat face,... slightly tight in sight, but as a nobleman it's not bad to see the strength of will again... and what a stunning thing about a pure white dress wrapped around it! That dress that seems to be which royalty. And how valuable are jewellery such as jewellery, hair decorations, etc. that decorate itself!

No, it's not an impeccable matter of amount, etc. No matter how much gold you pile, you don't get what you don't get. It was a number of such outfits.

Indeed, she is a still young girl before adulthood. But something like that, you just have to wait a few years. It will also be blissful to watch it grow in your own hands. Makes you think so, poor that look.

Smart looking and willing eyes. A jewelry that costs hundreds of gold coins.

What warrant? No, thank you, Your Highness, Princess of some country? What a good laugh...

The quiet venue, in everyone's gaze, the girl went straight to the front, continuing to walk towards Viscount Rio Tar and the seat where Cedric, the star of the day, would sit, … turning right onto the culinary corner.

Viscount that drips and drips. What a shoulder blur......

Everyone was not comfortable with the fact that they were delighted to take dishes from large plates to plates.

(((d, the dress gets dirty ~ ~!!))

The servant flew away and took the dish away in advance. Ask the girl what she wants and split it into plates instead.

The girl who eats the dishes she receives looking delicious.

At the venue, where the sound was finally restored, the men swarmed to speak to the girl.

But there is a manner: 'Do not speak to anyone who has a dish of cooking in his hand', and no one can speak to a girl who keeps eating uninterrupted.

Girl who will always eat.

Around it, men twitch as they restrain each other, aiming for the most talkative hand.

When the girl turned her attention to the men, she finally put the dish on the table.

Yes, now! ……

The moment the men tried to speak to us first.

"Thanks for inviting me today, Asil!

At the end of the girl's gaze smiling, there was the figure of Asil von Riotar, the third son of the Viscount Rio Tar family, the organizer of the party.

"Or, Caorle..., honey...?

There was the figure of Ashir, who, bewildered, opened his mouth.

What? What are you talking about? That girl you know in Achill?

I'm curious, but I'm not going to let the organizers interrupt the young into a conversation with each other. You have to act as a host...

Viscount Riotar immediately flies to Ashir and suppresses his desire to inquire.

Cedric, the eldest son, also couldn't help but wonder, but likewise the lead can't take a seat. Today, with his father in his seat, he must deal with the principals, successors, ladies, etc. of each house who come in turn to greet him.

Who the hell is that girl? And what does that have to do with Asil?

Lord Ashir, I want you to meet this young lady.

Asyll is approached by the men surrounding him.

A girl may speak directly, but if the girl's family, friends, acquaintances, etc. are present, it is the rule that the person should be referred first.

"Oh, oh, she's, caorle..."

I have nothing more to say. I don't have a family name because I'm a civilian, and I'm not going to tell you I'm the girl who helped you. If you make such an introduction to this dress, to the girl wearing this gem, you can be sure that she will slap you not to play witch mountain.

A troublesome acyl.

"My name is Caorle. Please keep your family name to yourself..."

Caorle sending a help ship to Asyll.

The men still think about the caorle who wants to lay down their family names. And based on the condition of Asil, I decided that Asil was merely an acquaintance, and I spoke to Caorle first. Don't forget to mention your identity. Of course, there is no disrespectful person who asks a woman her age.

"Mr. Kaol, are you engaged, etc.?

"No, not yet. At home, you catch yourselves..."

Caorle with a little bit of scuff. Colored men.

The men surrounding the caorle are made up of boys from around the age of ten to the late teens, youth groups on top of them and even middle-aged people on top of them.

"What is your relationship with Lord Ashir?

"Asil is your first friend to come to this country. Thank you for everything. Please praise me for eating my hand-cooked dishes."

Yeah, no lies.

The wary men, knowing that Asyll was not in much of a relationship to be behaved like a lady's hand cooking. Sounds like you're calling out your first name...

"Do you cook for yourself?

"Yeah, I'm pretty good at it. Even today, when I heard that I could eat party food from this country, I asked Ashir to call it in. I wanted to compare it to the food in my country..."

I wonder if that's why you keep eating from earlier. It was just that the caorle was tense.

"So, please be sure to come to my Count's next party. You can taste and wear many of our prized dishes."

"No, our chef works at the former royal palace..."

"At home..."

For a while, culinary pride and party invitations continued.

Asil was upset and unable to talk to a caorle like that other person, who did not seem very civilian.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome here today!

It seems time to say hello.

Neither can the men around Caorle, just ignore this. Once the siege of Caorle was lifted, they all scattered to the front of the venue.

In his greeting, Viscount Rio Tar touched a little on a tribute to his visitors, the recent topic of the Rio Tar family, and an introduction to Cedric, the lead eldest son of the day. And I also touch a little bit on the second son and the third son, Asil, and also make a proper mention that Cedric and Asil still don't have a fiancée. At that time, I glanced at Ashir and the brunette standing beside him.

After the greeting and introduction, each cheer resumed and the men began to come to Caorle again. But there was another stream of people there.

"Is that it? Asil, what are those people?

A considerable number of the women were each headed towards the front, the Viscount and Cedric, with something in their hands.

"Oh, oh, that's a woman going to hand her gift to her brother, who's the star of the day, remember her name. I'm not going anywhere with a married man, a fiancé, or a girlfriend."

Asil talking to Caorle about it at last.

"What, you didn't hear that?

"It's none of your business, Caorle."

Uh-huh...

Change of plans, get out here!

"I'm going a little too!

"Huh? Huh? What... Wait, no!

Changing his complexion and avoiding Asil's arms desperately trying to hold him back, Caorle headed to the lead seat. Along the way, I checked the position of a servant. Position of the servant, with the characteristics that were in the story of Asil.

When Caorle went forward, there was a line by the lady. He's a hottie, the Viscount's eldest son.

"Oh, you too, Master Cedric?

A caorle lined up at the rear of the line was called by a lady in front of it.

"You don't seem to have a gift for me. Are you going to greet me with your bare hands?

Hate for the caorle that had singled out the attention of the men earlier, or the restraint of the battle over Cedric......

"Oh, it's okay. Don't worry."

Caorle to gently return.

"Oh, yeah. Speaking of which, I've heard before that a child who dropped a gift and broke it gave a gift as a gift or a right to call it by its nickname."

The aristocratic girl, when she said so, turned back to the front with the face that, uh,

Maybe for a caorle who doesn't look like he has a gift, he advised me.

(Oh, hey kid...)

The ladies in the line give Cedric a gift, talk a little, and substitute for the next.

The queue of the ladies became shorter and shorter, and at the rear, it was Caorle's turn.

"Are you..."

Cedric leaks a surprise voice to a brunette girl she didn't expect to come.

"Isn't that my brother's girlfriend?

"Asil and I are friends. He's a very good man."

"Nice guy, huh? Ha..."

Cedric laughed powerlessly as his brother seemed a little pathetic.

Viscount Riotar sitting next to him, too, grins bitterly.

"Today, thank you for inviting me. I wanted to say hello to Asil's brother and father, and I was in line."

"My brother is dying..."

Cedric glanced at his pale brother.

"So, I don't want to go in line and hand in hand, so I'd like to make a gift..."

That's what they say and look at the girl, but it doesn't look like she has anything. I'm not giving you that jewel.

"Can I get my servant, Mr. Calvin, to wear it?

"Huh..."

Cedric was stunned by the unexpected girl's words.