It's been a few days since I read that letter.
I was immersed in my work in the office like no other.
When I have free time, I can't help but think about things that I don't have an answer to.
That rhetoric, that neurotic letter, the letter was from Flora.
The date was a few months ago, and apparently it was kept out of my hands by the content.
I missed her just looking at her letters and it seemed kind of tearful.
Can I see that arrogant smile again like I looked down on that guy?
The letter from Flora and the enclosed decorative note paper said that if it was in the territory by the letter of my father the Duke would allow me to go out.
I might have been happy to fly if I were plain, but only now did I feel very like that.
Does that mean that Elle and your father's hand-working was completed and my safety was guaranteed?
That, on the contrary, was not the case until recently, when they worked for me somehow.
Even while I was spending time there.
I don't know what to think about Master Elle.
Just because I heard that story. Suddenly, thank you, Master Elle! Daisuki! I'll follow you for the rest of my life! I don't even think so, and I just happened to be next door, like I've been before, and it's impossible to deal with someone who happens to know a little about an ex-prince, who feels like it.
For he was protecting my life from the real mother of His Majesty Victor Lake, who was now king, and holding back from any dispute over the inheritance of the land.
Lichten said he thought it was okay to forget, but there's no way he could do that.
He owes it to me to have my life and my life now, and I am completely lost in what face I should see him again and what I should do.
How can I return this favor to them?
"Ha..."
Fortunately, we haven't heard from El in the past few days, and just a few months later the job was enough to sell in preparation for Isolte's long and arduous winter.
I'm sure Hardist territory is such a jerk.
Even further north than here, that land should be busier.
The next day I was questioned about having been poisoned by Lichten, but I had listened pale to the preaching of Lichten in response to it.
It would be important if they were poisoned at a royal tea party.
They kept me from leaking as far outside as I could, and I was put under house arrest in my room for more than a dozen days.
By saying that it is an epidemic disease where infection is suspected on all three occasions.
Until the killer was identified, but at some point, the story was abandoned and buried in the darkness, but if the killer had become the hand of Master Filmeria, the Duke of Father would not have been able to handle it badly.
I just thought it was the work of some courtier who interrupts my existence, but I see, I'm convinced.
I don't know what kind of tricks they would do and what kind of spark they would be if they did poorly.
A really limited number of people in my father's dukes and mansions and castles know, but with that said, I didn't tell Liechten.
He has too many worrying verses, and your father didn't talk, which means he didn't have to.
Though I didn't think Master El knew that.
I was not here (sorry, Lichten) as much as Lichten told me I was gently a Netineti for an hour but the content flowed from right to left.
"Ha..."
"Sigh or something, is something wrong?
"Huh?"
When I hacked up my eyes that were silently lettering, an amethyst I hadn't seen in a long time jumped into my sight.
The amethyst looking down at me, with his long dark hair properly tied together and seated in a chair, shines with light.
The more rugged look on his face than usual was a serious face and his eyes did not try to let me escape.
"What, Master Elle?
Why... Elle glanced at me for a moment.
"I've knocked many times, but I haven't heard back.
Claude led me here.
I'm also giving you a first touch... haven't you heard?
Touch first...... I haven't heard.
Though I was stuck in the office, I kept my job description from leaking properly.
This is absolute.
Because I don't want to think about it and I'm running away from work.
I don't even think that Claude will forget the transmission.
If so, it goes without saying.
... Claude, you didn't mean it.
Is there a Claude somewhere in the mansion? What are you talking about? Another sigh spilled in my eyes as I blurted.