It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

The melancholy of a transfer knight.

"Hey, El. What have you done?

My servant gave me an amazing look at Isolde's mansion. "

She smiled awesome and disgusted me.

Black hair moves between stacking up paperwork when I knock on the office and open the door without even hearing back.

The Amethyst of the Royal Testimony admitted me.

I am a knight when I go to deliver His Majesty Victor Lake's immediate writ and the letter of His Highness the Duke of Rufus, who was newly made king, and His Majesty's decree.

Am I an official? Is that a transmission? Is that a biographical pigeon? And for the last six days, I asked myself questions while the royal family and the luxurious carriage were carried, and I was sick of it, but I was still part of the knighthood of the second prince, His Royal Highness Ellein.

Finally, I thought I'd finished my job. It seems that my El already arrived about 3 days ago and showed his face to Isolte.

It also suddenly (disgusted me).

Well, I thought that would be a violation of manners, but apparently the anger of one of the servants is not the only reason it's attributable to it, which has caught sight of it as if it were the enemy of the parents.

And then this guy must have done something wrong.

Apologies for the Hardist mansion, which apparently hasn't been used for years or years anymore, it seems to stand secluded on the hill to an extent, rather dusty, and still only nine or eight years after it was rebuilt. Certainly not old.

The Hardist Lords' Mansion can't even be said to be a big compliment. However, when it comes to living comfortably, cleaning seems difficult.

Plus, there's zero servants. So far, Elle and I are the only people who plan on spending time here.

Only the office was cleaned up for what it was.

I guess Elle sorted it out just up to today, with one bookshelf, buried with paperwork.

"Oh, Sieg.

I didn't expect you to be sent as a messenger. The castle is considerably understaffed.

That was tough. "

"Sort of.

His Majesty has just been reinstated, and the castle is full of shit.

Your Majesty, if you want to go straight to Hardist, you can't refuse if you ask me to.

Besides, some guy turned down the Grand Duke and only got the extra territory that nobody wanted, so he pulled into the country.

"I took on chores that I couldn't get around in Wang Du about. I'm not complaining."

"No, as your majesty, you wanted your brilliant and trustworthy brother to support you on the side."

You really don't know that. and sighed, Elle shrugged and loosened her mouth.

"But I don't know when I would be used to pull Victor's leg if I were in a place like that, and Master Filmelia wouldn't be comfortable. I want you to give me a break, honestly."

Having raised her gaze from the paperwork with her vain eyes, Elle still had a much better complexion than when she was in the castle.

"Well, now, Sieg, you're really here."

"What?"

Indeed, it is now.

He frowned slightly disturbed his tightly tied long dark hair.

"As I've already told you, I've let go of all the things and personal belongings I received during my royal years and I have little wealth, and I probably can't make much provision for the salary I pay you.

The countenance bestowed by His Majesty with love is only fame, and the only territory deposited is this out-of-the-north Hardist. Besides, they're cursed. "

When you hammer appropriately that yes to the line you've heard so many times, Elle sends a blameworthy gaze.

Elle had written a letter of recommendation to the Kingsguard Knights of the Castle in what he hoped for as his Knights were dismantled, and he brought that story to me many times.

It's a big deal, but I turned it down.

And the LORD shall decide for himself the ordination of his house, of which his father is also a knight.

"I know that. But you're a fool, but you're the only one in my world."

Elle opened her amethyst eyes and then blew it out that you're an idiot, Sieg.

Dumb is on you, you fallen shame king... ex, you prince.