It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

"Hey, El...... said... oh, yeah"

I opened the office door and then I whined a little.

Put the letter addressed to the master you had at your desk and leave the room.

It is too much habit to visit this office in this mansion.

As much as that, it means he was stuck here.

"Huh."

I slowly exhaled and slapped my cheek to my temper.

The figure of the Lord of the Mansion, which was almost always there, is not there.

Not as much as I thought the workload was slowly accumulating, probably because he had been ahead of time and handled a little bit of the King's Capital chores and territory stuff.

In fact, it wasn't until this happened that I realized about it...

Always, promptly and politely cleaning up his work, he just thought it was due to the unscrupulous exploitation of His Majesty and the Duke of Rufus that he was drowning in his work by shredding his sleep every day, but that wasn't all.

I didn't realize this idiot I was with flat face with what I didn't eat. I was impudent and I mocked myself.

For a long time...... that's what I've been doing since I was a kid.

He doesn't really say anything, because he was an idiot...

Uh-huh.

It was three days before Elle returned from the Viscount Evaris residence.

I found a carriage arriving a day earlier than planned from the mansion and thought it was "you were fast" for swallowing, but Elle didn't come down from it.

Instead, I can see one of His Majesty's men dropping by, opening the carriage door with his hood deeply on.

When I rushed outside thinking something was wrong, my lord was just about to pull out with Elle's support.

"Hey, El!... this"

"... Ah, Sieg"

"Dear Ellein, I was wondering if it would be better if we didn't talk much"

When he said that without emotion, he turned his face to me, probably silencing Elle.

"I have first aid. The rest will depend on Ellein's health."

"First aid..."

What the hell is this?

He doesn't have the will to dispel my doubts.

I miss intense distrust of a man who doesn't seem to care about my words or Elle's condition, who doesn't make it slight.

The man in the hood, only to say so emotionally, pushed me against Elle, who was somehow wrapped around in a black cloth.

Apparently there is no force in it. Elle's body makes a sudden change of center of gravity and flinches for a moment or so.

Elle, longer than me, and yet lighter than I thought.

A few bunches or zeroes of long dark hair that was snagging from a leaning face revealed a large amount of sweat on the blue and white skin.

"Whoa!

The lying lid is lightly closed and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on the cheek.

I screamed out of the blue at a very unusual complexion.

I tried not to shake Elle's body, but his temperature, which touches slightly, is too unreliable and his hands are going to tremble.

"What happened?"

"There's a stab wound to the abdomen, but it's not like it even reaches the organs.

The bleeding has also largely stopped.

But you seemed poisoned.

I haven't detoxified it. The antidote in hand seems to have worked somewhat, and more importantly, because Errain is a poison-resistant person.

Still, it doesn't seem reassuring. "

"is,"

Stab wound? Poison......?

My voice trembles with pity.

After all, those men turned back their heels lightly without emotion.

Surely, wasn't that why you went to Viscount Evaris' birthday party when she told you to join Her Majesty?

That's why I came back with these wounds.

Driven by impatience, I don't even have a voice. I swayed under me pretending to have black eyelashes.

Colorless lips open heavily.

"... listen,... tell His Majesty that I'm alive. I said I was safe.

... I'm used to poison, so I don't die. "

"El, okay, talk to me"

The man was slightly present in the words spouted between rough breaths, turning and kneeling.

"... for your own good.

But Master Ellein, we obey His Majesty only.

For convenience, you're out of the royal family, not "

"Fine."

Elle smiled slightly as she raised her mouth corner.

Sweating with a pale face, he looks at peace, closes his eyes and then stops moving.

I went to war.

I swallowed the voices where they were about to scream when the unpleasant sweat blew out.

The man had disappeared at some point after a thank you.

I have some anticipation of who the hell that guy is and what they're talking about, but I don't have that kind of time to be sure.

Anyway, powerless, I go into the mansion, careful not to shake with Elle, who is bigger than me, somehow.

I walked into his own room and let him lie on a bed that was neat to the surface, but he didn't wander around in the meantime.

Carefully unwrapping the black cloth wrapping Elle, the smell of iron-odoured blood irritated his nose.

I miss touching this smell so much now.

As much as I thought so, I was at peace and relaxed.

"What the hell, this..."

Elle has one shirt in this fucking cold for some reason and all of that white shirt is splashed with dark blood, red and black discolored from chest to bottom.

Sure, I should have gone with a courtesy dress.

Where the hell did you do the jacket and jacket?

One dress shirt in the winter on this northern land... is insane.

Normally, I would have scolded this inexplicable husband, and even said one of the novels about a precious courtesy without spares.

But I don't care about that.

Elle's body was cold to her fingertips and she got scared. I accidentally put my hand on my mouth to see if I was breathing.

The abdomen touched when unbuttoning the shirt was the only one there with a different heat, simple and precisely treated.

Much less wasteful and prettier than what I learned during the Knights.

The skin peeking through the gaps in the bandage swells purple and blood still seeps from everywhere.

Quickly pull out the shirt dirty with blood and somehow weave the appropriate shirt borrowed from the closet.

"What time is it..."

When I look outside, there is snow, and the sun is already setting.

The days are short this time of year.

But if you run a horse, you should be able to get to the Hardist doctor's house in this snow.

I blanketed Elle. I even forgot to put on my jacket and just popped out.

"I'm just back and I'm sorry, my king sucks"

stroking a horse in a stables. The large white female horse Elsa for land in the north

I'm rubbing my nose over.

"............ thanks"

I snorted at her and I went down to Hardist territory at once.