I Was Summoned to Be the Saint, but I Was Robbed of the Position, Apparently

And after that, I'm a little happy to be called for treatment.

It's hard to use your skills.

I was so happy that I also told him about my potion reputation and started making potions.

This makes it easy to cure minor injuries and illnesses without calling me either way. And even without the infirmary manager, the assistants were happy because they were able to treat to a certain extent alone.

It was a great pleasure for me to find it helpful.

I was so happy that I made too many potions to keep up with it.

But you have pain medicine, nutrients, stomach medicine, constipation medicine, headache medicine, cold medicine, cough medicine. You're here, right? You don't have a place to store it?

Um... I'll ask Lecter if he has any spare rooms... ah, and the shelves...

While doing so, the moon and day were flowing, and the season entered the winter in question.

"I think it's time you forgave me."

My beautiful husband (tentative) looked at me recently and began to say such things.

The usual office. Is that what you say every time you come to pick me up in the next room on vacation and invite me to tea?

Every day I meet my face every day.

Recently, it has become commonplace to be near this person.

Now that I'm used to it, I'm not as familiar with this face as before, and I'm a little familiar with the sparkling aura that leaks when I need it. I don't think there are any... occasional sights... in the landscape.

"It's strange, I've forgiven you quite a bit from the beginning. There you go."

Smile.

And I will give you the same reply today for tea.

Recently, I have been able to smile back at this charming and spontaneous remark.

That's the royal family, it seems to be making good tea during the war. This is what it means to be useful. I'm glad.

Well then, maybe it's time you didn't need that polite language. Come on, there's a cheap way to put it. Can you sweeten me even more?

"What are you talking about? I don't think it would be sweet to speak for the royal and general under heaven. You are too different and disrespectful. That's why the sparkle is useless. Please pull it in."

"No, but we did have a ceremony, right? Couples, right? We"

"Is that for me to keep an eye on you? For a limited time, what's your position? There will be."

Er, is it still a limited time?

"Of course. You suggested it yourself, in disguise. Now, I'm finally being accepted as a" Virgin ", but that's why I can't live as a royal family without sparkling aura like you. I'm good enough for a potionist. My potion was very popular in the infirmary here, and I'm glad I got along very well with the infirmary manager."

Smile.

A charlatan who spits out sweet words with Nico every day. Not at all. Not at all. Why?

Ever since I started drinking tea with you, I've been in such a state every day and I'm a little confused.

I have a good time with him, too.

But for example, this perhaps very thin white magnetic, elaborate hand-painted teacup, how many people can you hire with one? Even if I'm scared, I'll never crack...

Besides, do you know this cup and this dish that goes with it? This is a familiar crest lined up with the symbol of the workshop that I inverted... Yes, the crest on the luxurious carriage that Lecter said was "my carriage." Apparently there is a "crest of the Fifth Prince Lector".

I mean, it's all his special order. Made to order.

Cups, plates, pots, sugar pots, milk pots, teaspoons and forks.

All clean, with his crest on it.

I'm sure there aren't any spare parts for the whole set. However, I was so scared that I accidentally missed one leg. At first, the hand holding the cup trembled. Besides, it's a noble ceremony to hold this with just one fingertip. No, let me hold it with both hands, please.

And when I think about that, every time I see him gracefully drinking tea with just three fingertips, I realize that I am not worthy of royalty.

I don't feel like I can live a normal life like this at all.

The outside air became cold, and the fireplace in the office was able to be lit.

At first, I was somehow noisy, and I became accustomed to living together while protecting my privacy in the private room, and the rules of living together were also consolidated. It's a beautiful form of room sharing. The bedrooms are next to each other with our opinions in agreement. But there's a door between our bedrooms so we can get around directly, so we don't even know about white marriages.

Living rooms are common, and meals are served together. While he's asleep, the shadow keeps an eye on the bedroom, and if anything happens, I run from next door.

Perfect.

And in that way, no one complains about how we somehow get along all the time, that is, that the general brings his wife to the office or takes her anywhere.

I'm sure people get used to watching it every day.

I feel like I'm starting to think that if there's one, the other should be nearby today.

Recently, I've been wandering around on my own.

"Where's the other one?

He asked me to leave you alone, and if I met Garwin,

"It's unusual, is he alone... Hmm, my sparrow says he's at the training ground right now."

and so on.

I can see that servants and maids are always looking around to see if I'm really alone.