It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

I was rocked by a carriage in the early morning.

Larger than usual white horses with long hairy feet seem to be a strong and durable breed in winter and cold.

Horses moving forward in light footsteps shake slightly more than usual, however.

She fell asleep early yesterday when Lichten said she was back because of it.

I guess that's what he did with the blanket he was wearing.

My chest gets hot. I can't believe such a sweet good boy is my brother. I'm a happy man.

I called him before I left to ask Tracy and Claude to do me a favor about Lichten while he slept sitting on the couch across the street.

"Lady, please be careful"

"I'll take care of you, son. I will do everything in my power to protect you.

I'm not taking a step out of this mansion. "

"Well, you're reliable. Nice to meet you, 'cause I can't do it all the time with that kid."

"It's like the Duke of Rufus custom."

Tracy frowned to blame from it.

Eventually he sighs at me with a bitter laugh.

Claude, with a somewhat strange face, may still know the circumstances in advance. Still gave me a warm smile right away.

We knew Lichten would come here for the winter break.

I knew it, but it's not easy to come to the snowy Izorte.

Arrival was delayed by about two days because there was no.

As it turns out, tired Lichten fell asleep early on the long journey. That's good, but the truth is, he was rubbing his mind about what he would do if his arrival wore today.

I can't postpone my exit any longer, and if Liechten finds out, everything will get there.

And I'm not sure I can say that at all.

I can't get around to territorial work if I go early.

Initially I had planned to leave as soon as the job was cleared up after seeing a gap so Liechten wouldn't know, but it was helpful that he was asleep besides his thoughts.

It came all the way from the King's Capital. You must be tired...

I apologized for coming to see me at the corner in my heart, laughing unexpectedly at a young smile like I did back when I was a kid.

I managed to scrape my sleep and finish my 3 day itinerary job and snuck out of the mansion while Lichten slept. There was already a carriage waiting outside for Lord Elle to ride, but I ride a smaller carriage with me and run forward.

Since then, I haven't seen El face to face.

We exchanged letters on Mr. Victor Lake's case several times, but that's all.

In the letter, he and I do not change anything in the ultimate administrative exchange with each other.

Honestly, my face is hard to match. I don't know what face I should see.

I have a lot of consciousness, that I have slammed on Elle, and I have left it to my emotions to say terrible things.

I had no idea there was such a passion in me, but anyway, I did it.

There's nothing more I can do about what I've said, and I don't know what he thinks.

I mean, very, very much. I don't want to see you.

... I can't even say that from today on.

The beginning of the matter remains the same, Dear Victor Lake.

attributed to a letter of seemingly thin writing that he has been sending over.

Master Victor Lake can't help but feel sorry for not putting me down, and I can always turn in a sentence that makes me look ridiculous.

One day, in a letter from Master Elle, it said that Victor was a weird sexuality guy, but no offense, but he decided not to touch him after worrying about not knowing what to give back.

I used to say no offense.

Aren't those things ultimately up to the recipient?

I never thought that Victor Lake, so casual and gentlely loved by the people, was such a person, and there are parts that I still don't believe in.

... Anyway, here's what Dear Victor Lake wrote.

It seems that I and Elle were invited to the birthday party of Viscount Viscount Evaris, the residence of Viscount Evaris, half a day west of Isolte, just where I drove the carriage.

The letter said the daughter of the rumored Duke Rufus family, who seems to have returned to the social world, and the idiot who plans to be close to an ex-prince who has nothing, or the retarded trap of Filmelia.

And I don't know if it would be the latter.

That's right.

I was definitely an alumni with Viscount Sharon Evaris, but I've hardly had a conversation.

I may have rubbed it off to me and to Master Elle, but I don't think they like me very much.

No matter how the Duke's Lady, there's no way I want to be close to a well-deserved, secluded maid of honor.

Besides, because she was close to Baroness Anna Rodelai.

In addition, secretly, the Viscount Evaris family seems to support Master Filmeria.

This was the last thing Victor Lake wrote in his letter.

Filmelia, I mean, she's my mother, but as you can see, she's not smart.

It's not good, but I'm good at the ability to get into the gaps in the minds of others and the art of manipulating others by making myself sympathetic.

I mean, it's a natural belly black and charismatic.

Whatever it is, it's a great temper to try to serve a purpose, but for how many minutes, you have no choice but to pawn it.

Gradually, I think I'm about to catch my calf this time. Nice to meet you.

I blurred as I weakened in the light way of closing everything, oh, this parent-child resemblance.

"Ma'am, we're almost there."

It seemed to be such a time at some point.

I did leave early in the thin bright morning and then kept running without a break, and the sun was already setting.

The one who opens the curtains and windows and screams out loud is Torneo this time.

Because Torneo had previously been missing for some reason, I asked someone I knew on Claude, but this time I waited in your seat exactly.

Does the swallowing Torneo know what this expedition means at any given time?

... No, my servant, he couldn't have known. If you knew, you wouldn't take on your lord, and you couldn't possibly stay swallowed like this.

It seems that Victor Lake's eyes are on somewhere, so it would be somewhat safe if he acted with Elle, but how true is that too?

The purpose is only to protect Elle from me.

He just wove his coat on his regular good shirt. He looked terribly cold, and when I visited him, I said, "Huh? Is it cold?" returned in a surprising tone.

As always, I can only see my mouth hidden in a long, curly forehead, but I guess I have my eyes round in that forehead.

I think it's cold. I saw it, but I wondered if I was wrong about the rest of the flatness.

... No, but there's so much snow.

Such a torneo went gnarly.

At a different speed than one day's territorial inspection.

"You were fast enough."

"Well, the weather was nice, and you just want to finish and go home ~.

I like this casual servant life. - Me.

"Uh, that's... good?

"No ~"

When he finished the conversation, which was probably unmeshed, he closed the window with pishari.

Then a little, the carriage comes together with a few shakes.

Apparently, they've arrived.

I'm in the mood for a big stretch somewhere wide to see how many hours I would have stayed seated.

I exhaled loudly and closed my eyes.