"Come on, lady, it'll get cold, so get inside quickly."
The carriage is no longer visible.
Claude smiled and rushed me back to the mansion.
Claude, who kept my coat for me, left with a gratuity.
Guilty that I had tied him up so early in the morning, I climbed the stairs to return to my room, and then went down.
I didn't want to go back to my room.
No sign of Claude.
I wrapped the thick muffler in my hand around my body and carefully opened the door.
A burning conscience with guilt for the occasional roaring heart, the servants of Liechtenstein and the mansion, and the Duke of Father.
This is the first time I have broken the words of my father, the Duke.
Still, I had decided.
When Liechten returns, he will. Absolutely.
I get a chill wrap when I get out so I don't make a sound.
I hold my shoulder in the stabbing cold and still don't want to go back.
I can ride a horse. You should be able to ride.
I have practiced as a preference for aristocratic children since I was young.
I've never ridden that big horse for winter, but somehow, it will.... maybe.
"Ma'am, where the hell are you going?
As soon as I took one step outside, my shoulders exaggerated to the voice I heard from behind.
Too much, and when I turn around as quickly as I think it's going to sound, Claude, who should have broken up earlier, smiles.
I felt his eye hole, which was supposed to be warm, was unusually sharp and cold sweat flowed.
"Uh... to inspect the territory"
"Yes, sir, please stay in your own room as we schedule."
Uh, my voice leaked.
What about Claude? and tilt his neck with a smile.
"You think I'm going to throw my precious lady out on my own?
"No... I'm not going to bother you.
... yes, not territory, more... that, for a walk!
"So, lady, which way are you going out?
For example... Hardist territory, or something?
The deepened grin shook my giggles and shoulders.
Claude hasn't stopped worrying about my excuses since the beginning.
"... you knew, you're being mean"
"I've been thinking about you ever since you came back."
Claude walked slowly with a gentle grin and put on my shoulder the coat I should have deposited earlier.
"But you can't miss it.
The lady knows why she doesn't want you in Hardist territory. "
Claude said so and lay his eyes down just a little.
The engraved calm face of a deep wrinkle has an emotional look somewhere.
I'm sure he would have been by your father's side then. He goes through more facts than I know.
"Please know how your husband feels."
The old gentleman hit his head with extremely honest eyes.
When my guilt swells, I'm going to grow up and pull it off.
Until now I would certainly have done so.
But I don't want to be flushed anymore.
"I know how your father feels.
But I don't like a life that's just protected anymore.
What your father fears is that me and Lichten will disappear together, and more importantly, that Lichten will go into Hardist territory and remember everything, right?
Liechten isn't here anymore, you shouldn't have to worry about it "
"... you know that much..."
"I know, family, it is."
Claude smiled hesitantly at me as I lowered my eyebrows and smiled.
Really? And crushing him with a calm face. No more sharpness to the point.
"I know and I want to go.
I want to go and find out everything.
He would know everything.
I know everything and think for myself what I should do now and what I should do.
You may report to your father who keeps this land and me. "
Besides, Master Elle may be injured, and it's probably because of me again.
I don't like his breakup line either, and anyway... I do.
Though I didn't tell Claude this.
"I understand what the lady thinks.
... You've changed. "
I smiled at Nicole. Is that what happened to him? And when I gave it back, one nodded.
Until now I have been embarrassingly ignorant and unwilling as a noble lady.
No purpose, no interest.
Or maybe I was right about that: noble daughter.
Still, I can't be that way anymore.
"But unfortunately I can't allow it.
As I said earlier, you can't throw your precious lady out alone in this cold sky.
I will naturally report this to my husband, and I will not cooperate so far. "
Claude corrected his residence by pulling in a calm laugh.
His claims are insignificant. I don't care what you think of me.
The front door opens vigorously when the muffled voice is about to leak from the back of his throat.
Claude sighed without turning her gaze.
"Then I'll take the lady with me.
Mr. Claude, you're not complaining about that. "
His personal clothes, always dressed in cooking clothes, were as simple as thoughts.
Slightly undecorated they are worn but can be seen to be of fine quality.
Vance, dressed in an unfamiliar burnt brown coat, laughed lavishly.
"You can't be complaining..."
"So shall we hear your sermon when we get home?
Ma'am, can I ride a horse?
"Yeah, I used to go away with Lichten, too.
Although I've never ridden a winter horse... "
"Superior."
He gently grabbed my shoulders and proceeded to walk to push them from behind.
Ruthless. It kind of makes me laugh because it seems like a tempered waltz as to why that is.
Claude sighed again.
"... well, boy, it's time to be free from the curse"
"Breakfast is prepared by Marie! He's gonna strain you, so be careful."
...... again the grunt of not cutting the plate... was such a small thing that it could only reach my ear.
I imagined the sight easily and blew it out again.
"Vance, I won't allow you to make one abrasion on the lady."
"This is tough again!
Vance laughed and shook one hand flirtatiously without affirmation or denial.
Soon I walked so that I could be pulled by him.
This direction is undoubtedly beyond the stables.
The imposing man did not look back on me in any way.
Still, his. That even feels like a first-rate escort. I wonder why.
Is it from kindness as if grabbing the feathers of a thick arm holding my hand, or is it because it perfectly fits my gait without being forced?
"Miss Altostella, I'm sorry, but I want some self-defense.
I'm probably not very agile. "
Keep it up. He drops some tone and opens his mouth.
"Yeah, it's enough for you to take me."
That was good, and there were signs of him laughing.
Then Vance chose the horse in the stables of the whispering Isolte mansion, and carried me on, and drove the horse.
He said he couldn't move agile. His reins judgment was brilliant.
It runs as if it were a horse and a single heart gliding lightly down the snow path.
caring about my condition. Still, I don't slow down.
You're used to it! And when I tell him to scream half way, does he look like that? Good for you! roughed up his voice in the same way.
We arrived in the Hardist realm without a moment.
I wonder if that means it will follow in about half an hour if it's a warm time on this snowpath.
I understood it in geography but was stunned at how close it was.
... Well, there's also a great chance that the vans are extraordinarily fast.
Anyway, it's the first time I've been in Hardist territory since I was born.
A further half an hour after entering the territory to the Hardist Lordship residence.
Hiddenly cautious on a small high hill, the mansion was built to be hidden in the middle of the woods.