I've been studying geography in the realm since this morning and it's been a helo.
I wondered if I would go to the stables to change my mood, what a thought. Looking out the window, Serenia visited the room and called out to me, "Would you like to take a short break in the salon?" When I was invited but kept up, the salon had tea and freshly baked scones available.
I feel like a snack has become available here lately when I'm looking at the window, but is it my fault? Even around the selection of all the belly-up tea treats, I feel the act.
That said, I like scones, so it's not a rush to have them. Besides, this mansion, the scones, are served like jewels in a silver tray, even following creams and artisanal jams. I didn't know Scone was actually such a fashionable food until a month and a while ago.
If I take a lot of these dirty meals, maybe one day I'll get beauty like Cruse and Serenia, too. So let's get more cream and jam on board.
... and opens his mouth as he makes excuses.
So, when Mr. Risel came to visit, Harrier, who had refrained beside him, reluctantly called out.
Serenia, who had a pleasant chat when she heard Mr. Risel's name, only solidifies her expression a little.
I gently put the scone back on the plate, which was imminent in front of me.
What a bad time. This is why Mr. Risel is here.
Angry to be interrupted by scone time, I leave Serenia at the salon and one leaves for the hallway. When this happens, the elderly should deal with it first......
Mr. Riselle stood beside the guards.
"Um..."
……
……
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"... sorry, let's try to get it back out"
When I put my arms together and stared silently, Mr. Riselle tried to disperse amazingly. I grab that unheeded back in a hurry.
"Why are you giving up!
"I was wondering if I was sorry to interrupt you..."
"Sorry to bother you, too. Serenia, I had a nice chat with you and I was finally about to eat some hot scones, but I feel ruined when you show me Mr. Riselle's face! Scone, please return the mood!
……
Then why are you pulling back, filling your face with confusion and Mr. Risel looked back at this one.
I know a hundred things are unreasonable. But when I look at Mr. Risel's face, mean words really pop out of his mouth.
I'd love to bully you more, but I'm not dressed to say I hate Netineties forever either. While I summon kindness, I take my hands off Mr. Risel's back.
Well, Mr. Risel doesn't seem hostile, and even after a month, he still seems to be painting his whole body with the color of reflection. This place should be treated with generosity as a wife.
"-- ruined, but so again, I have trouble getting interrupted the next snack time. So I'll let you through specially today.... You've come to see Serenia, haven't you? I will disperse the scones once they have been retrieved, so please wait."
Saying, I try to put my hands on the salon door.
So Mr. Riselle waved hastily.
"It's not. I'm here for you today."
"... to me?
What can I do for you? There can be no such thing as Mr. Riselle changing me.
When this one gets more alert, Mr. Risel takes a nervous breath. And also, silence came.
Mm-hmm. Even while I'm doing this, the scones are going to get cold.
"... Riselle. What are you doing in such a place"
An unfamiliar sinister voice echoes from next door as you bite the awkward tranquility. When I turned to the voice, my uncle with a tight body looked at me with a frightened look.
I remember this guy. The Duke and Mr. Risel's master —— Dr. Philardo.
Dr. Filald walks over here with a refreshing paw. Even its casual behavior is sophisticated and lacks gaps.
I once felt the strength of this man, even if only from a distance, but when I put myself in front of him, my instincts react to the aura of the strong, and my spine stretches out at will.
I don't know, this tension. Just for a moment, I remember your grandmother. I don't look or feel anything like it.
When Dr. Filald stopped, he glanced over his shoulders, comparing Mr. Riselle and me in a deceptive manner.
"If you're curious and come and see how it goes, are you standing here talking? Have you told her yet?"
"No, not yet..."
Mr. Risel shakes his head. "Again," Dr. Filald muttered, smiling at me like I was in trouble.
"Lord Cattleya, I apologize for suddenly pushing you. I'm Wolf Filald. Who once taught your husband the sword."
"Come on, I know you. My husband, he always takes care of me. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Too nervous, a decent greeting pops out of my mouth. Hmm? Is that okay?
"So why is Dr. Philardo here..."
When I ask, Dr. Filald turns his attention to Mr. Risel. Then Mr. Risel looked serious and approached me one step closer.
"Earlier, I talked to Crusade and my teacher about how to shake me in the future."
"Ha."
"I... when this case is cleared, I will leave the Knights"
"Huh."
"After that, as the teacher once did, he wants to have a universal history of foreign countries. Besides, some of the dreameaters are very likely already fleeing to other countries. We're going to find some clues on the trip.... came to you today for your permission."
"Hey, what are you talking about..."
Surprisingly, my voice trembles. Mr. Riselle? Does that mean voluntary expulsion?
To the sudden statement of determination, for a while I observe Mr. Risel's uniform face.
Naturally, there was no sense in joking there.