I Shall Survive Using Potions!

(Horses, dogs, crows, they're not talking about anything. And no one knows the truth or anything.

But Marial 'created' the facts, just the words of the moment. As early as possible (no longer), there are those who do not believe in Marial's words, and those who listen to Aragon…)

Count Maslius was surprised at Marial's not very handy.

Sure, she was a brilliant daughter, but that was only within the bounds of being a 'normal aristocratic daughter', and I never thought to make her connect to a goddess..., not a 'soldier on a horse', but a 'horse herself'.

Or you wouldn't normally think of it, and I don't think that's possible in the first place.

If anyone foresees such a thing, it is not a decent one. even if the forecast is appropriate.

(Marial is much more than I thought......, no, no, no!

I shake my head in haste, Count Maslius.

No matter how smart you are, there's no way you can connect with a goddess to a normal human being. That, too, commands the horse that...

(Don't lose common sense! Common sense...)

And he was a disappointed count with his eyes on horses, dogs, and crows dancing above them, positioned to surround themselves.

In fact, the Count himself did not believe much in the words of Marial earlier. But there is no doubt that this is an event that transcends intelligence.

And the 'one who does what transcends his intelligence' is clearly on Marial's side, and no such being comes to mind except the goddess Celestine. To the Count, and to the people gathered here.

The enthusiasm of the crowd, which preceded the ultra-large event of whether or not to be seen once in a lifetime: miracles, and hatred by girls, was twisted like a great wave.

The Earl who saw it thought:

(I just have to ride, on this big wave (Big Wave)!

"Aragon, watch it already..."

But Aragon had a bad predecessor.

No, if I admit my sins, I'm not talking about losing my legs. It would be natural to scratch your feet to the end, not only because of the deprivation of your aristocracy, but also because you are not exempt from extreme sentencing.

"Yes, what the hell, what do you want me to think? After tying hands with the devil and committing the great sin of parent-killing, we should succeed and defeat this daughter, who is a great sinner who has avenged the goddess and tried to rub the sin against me, his uncle, using the devil's family..."

The Earl who heard it looked like Aytatata.

"Aragon, you, are you making any mistakes?

"Huh?"

Count Maslius, who continues to speak against Aragon, who was blocked by the Count and let the Word cut off.

"No matter how many foster parents, there is no way I can do anything unsolicited to other aristocrats. Unless you are directly harmed. So trying to elucidate or persuade me doesn't make any sense.

Not even His Majesty the King can punish his nobility on his own without proof. If you do that, they'll rebel against you from the nobles!

"Oh, well!

Aragon floats with joy when he learns that the purpose of Count Maslius is not his repudiation. But the Count's story, it wasn't over yet.

"Whether there is evidence or not, only the head of that nobleman is free to punish the nobleman"

"... Huh?

Too much, Aragon moves his neck in a motion that he is likely to hear, pointing toward Marial. And it was Marial with a grin and a full smile in his eyes.

Marial initially thought that she, the child, would not be dealt with if she sued him. Because the trace of the house was his brother, Marial was not educated as the Lord, and Marial's ladies' education did not include the dark side of the Lord, that is, the authority to dispose freely of the members of the clan.

But now Marial, from that time she decided to avenge herself, had looked into everything she could and learned.

"Marial doesn't need any evidence or witnesses to punish you." Against the Lord, "a unilateral proclamation of" exposing an unseen disgrace to the aristocracy and denigrating the name of your home "is enough, to strip you of your aristocracy, to lock you up in a dungeon for life,... to be sentenced to beheading.

Marial is purposefully following the steps only because her parents are trying to name the Viscount Raifel family with the proof that she didn't just take a fall for the bandits and the appeal that she took her parents' revenge.

If the daughter of the trail took the family's revenge by herself, and the goddess supported it, the Viscount Raifel family will survive the crisis of losing her stature and falling and crushing her in this home commotion, and on the contrary, as a nobleman protected by the goddess Celestine, she is as cheap as this country survives.

... Who's going to give it away? 'Um', yes, 'um', to the aristocracy that Master Celestine deliberately lent a hand to? If there's such an idiot, it's something you want to see. "

Ignoring the Aragon (crumbed) on the ground, the Earl of Maslius asked Marial.

"What are we gonna do with this guy? It's also hard to keep him alive and see his face all the time. Don't let anyone who tries something bad try to take advantage of it. Shall we dispose of it here?

But Marial shook her neck to the side.

"Thank you for your concern. But it makes sense that the shame of the clan should end with our hands, the Lord. The goddess is the only one who can help you."

"Right...... Hmm, that's true..."

Between the nobles, and when rumors flow to the royal palace, it will be more effective. In rumours that she received the patronage of the goddess and conveyed the blast of Viscount Riki, who ended her parents and brother with her own hands to the end......

That's what I thought, Count, yeah, he snorted a bunch of times.

"… so this is the final confirmation of the content of the contract"

Safe, the event ended without us coming forward.

After that, the servants tied up Aragon, Mr. Marial's uncle, and pulled him to the dungeon... after all, there is, the dungeon..., as soon as the Count of the sending parent left after a while of talking to him and it coincided with "confirmation of completion of the job" with the client.

Oh, Ed and the others are Emile and Bell taking them home, and the crows and the dogs, once dissolved. Everyone seemed sorry because this would get the job done for good. He said, "Next time, definitely call me," but yes, I don't even think I have a hateful job.

Well, about that, I gave it a little consideration.

Oh, of course, Carlos goes straight to the stables here, takes the mask, and stays put. Marial gave me the same amount that I bought.

... because I'm not doing charity. Expenses will be paid exactly, apart from the request fee.

"We have received the request fee and the necessary expenses, so all we have to do is talk about the extra reward...

As I told you before, for the crows and dogs who have cooperated this time, I am only allowing you to ask this House for help once in the future when there is nothing you can do about it due to injuries, illnesses, etc. If a weak dog or crow comes to the property of this house, protect it and take care of the treatment and food. And take the record of that person, and kick him out from the second time without dealing with him. It's the same if you're just here to feed. "

…………

That's a subtle face, Mr. Marial and the butler......

Well, it's the freedom of the people here to serve you after the second time or not. Only, 'in terms of its obligations as a contract, once only'.

"... Whatever the dog is, the crow can't tell. No matter how many pictures you left behind..."

Ah.

Deacon is also sneering at Marial's sharp point.

Grungy......

"Around that, appropriately…"

When the crow is injured, the majority of them will die on the spot. I don't think so many people can get this far. All right, round toss to the people in this house, round toss!

Um, now we're done with this whole thing. The first request, the 'Animal Doctor', the additional request, the 'Interpreter with the Horse', and the last request, the 'Help with Revenge' ….

The matter of revenge is supposed to be a request from Carlos, but there have been various requests for additions, so Marial has also signed a new contract for "contracts for additions".... Otherwise, the crow and dog feeding bills and so on will be in a round deficit. Because Carlos won't pay me. Hey.

"Well, now we..."

"Please wait!

When I tried to exit with Francette, who was holding back behind me, Mr. Marial called me off.

"... yet, anything?

When I stopped my legs and heard that, Mr. Marial and the butler stood in the chair, kneeling on the floor with the servants who were holding back, bowing their heads.

"Thank you very much for your help. If possible, I would like to give you the opportunity to repay this favor…"

Ah, it's troublesome, I don't mind that...

But if I say so, is it bad for Marial? I don't have a choice......

"Well, if that's the chance..."

That's what I said in the social dictionary, and now it's time to try to pull it off..., that, you know, the servant girl looks worried.

"What's wrong?

"No, no, no, it's nothing!

Well, normally, that's the answer.

"Talk to me!

"Hiiiiiii!!

No, you don't have to be so frightened... that's the eye! Are you scared of eye contact!!

No, no, the eye, forced to drool with adhesive, is deluded with makeup.

... Then why!!

"Just talk!

"Ha, ha, yes, no! Oh, um, is it okay to say that the crows and dogs who help you are the goddess's use... Now it's really time to touch Master Celestine's anger..."

Oh, that. If you think I'm just a 'girl who can speak animal language' and uses the name of the goddess on her own, then it's natural to worry about that.... Whatever, it's Ceres.

"It's okay, because Ceres isn't mad at me that much, and he doesn't complain about what I do.

Because... "

"Because?"

"I'm friends with Ceres!

Yeah, there were a few other servants who seemed a little nervous, so I could say this much to reassure those people. Originally, Marial strongly ordered all servants not to say anything about me.

And after the dismaying servants and Marial and the butler, who had initially guessed or bowed their heads without even showing a bare look of agitation, the Viscount Reifel family.

Along with Fransette, who seemed unhappy that I was getting air at an earlier event but was in a mood to see me admired and grinning.