Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

"... pure and innocent."

Interestingly gazing at Clement, who was holding a corner rabbit, Balt turned his gaze to the two men looking down at the view from the tower and whispered.

"I thought you just wanted to see the subject of the painting... but I wonder if this is going to be settled at last."

"It's settled...?

What does that mean? Asked with his gaze, Balt smiled and smiled and made a slightly troubled look.

"Dennis is Rovnell's blood, but there's only a little bit of imperial blood mixed in. And because my uncle - oh, his father - fell out of the nobility's genealogy, I've been told a lot by people who don't like to sit next to Annelier."

"... that's right."

There are many who neglect as barbarians the people of the Dorgastic Empire who are still in their old days - even the long-defunct slavery in most countries of the continent.

Some aristocracy, such as those with a history of imperial territory at one time or another, appear to be less prolific for mixed blood, their descendants, and the large number of asylum-seekers, but there is little tendency to shy away from this in some noble classes where lineage is important.

"... I see. In short, you're not a pure citizen or a nobleman, so you're not worthy of Lord Annelier."

Alec smiled while watching the surroundings. Laughing is a smile that makes you feel a lot of pain.

(Speaking of which, did your brother say that Alec was a bastard and left the house?)

Zach told me when they decided to leave their parents' house.

I don't know under what circumstances Alec and Zach were born as bastards, but their behavior and upbringing made them feel good. A wealthy house or a nobleman - two people who remind me of a good house somewhere. Isn't it hard to live as a bastard in such a house?

Stridia seems to be quite liberal compared to the surrounding countries, but the tide is still deeply rooted in family and blood.

Mixed. Not pure.

Even if there is no harm done to the person, they are rarely nailed because of their blood line or origin. It will be the same in Japan that bastards and Gentiles struggle, but it will be even more so in a world where the way things are conceived is at or above the level of the modern world in which they once lived.

Me, too. It almost disappeared recently, but when I first came to Tris, I had a lot of trouble with it. This is due to the oriental appearance, which is considered particularly unusual in Japan.

(Besides, I'm not a Stridian, I'm not even a human in this world....)

It is not once or twice that I have been told that I have left the world somewhere.

When I glanced at Alec, he and I looked at each other. I don't depend on my purple blue eyes, which always contain strong light.

(Alec must have had a lot of bad feelings.)

If you think of him as he was when he fell asleep before, it's probably something you can't imagine growing up in a greenhouse called Japan.

I gently touched his hand so that everyone wouldn't notice. The eyes are slightly opened and quickly softened. Don't be suspicious.

A warm and large hand was attached to Shiori's back, and he stroked back and forth several times before leaving.

"If you value the traditions of the Rovnells, no one deserves a son-in-law like him. Originally, there was no importance attached to blood lines and family ties in our main marriage. I know it's unacceptable for people who are accustomed to the common way of nobility."

Looks like Balt didn't see us coming. Annelier and Dennis stood by and laughed bitterly, staring at each other.

"--And yet, you realized about those two."

I don't think so.

Nadia fished up the edge of her glossy lips and laughed.

"Even if he likes to take care of me a little too much. Even when I was shopping, I had a lot of trouble choosing the Count's food."

After all, he bought both because he was worried about narrowing them down to two. One is expensive for work, the other is a little more decorative for going out, at your own expense.

At first, I thought she looked like a caring mother. However, it was obvious that they were thinking about Dennis, who said, "I want to do what I can for that person," and Annelier, who was looking at his portrait with love, and sweetly broke his mouth.

"And I was wondering if the Count was watching, because he was often staring at him with a big clap."

"Nadia...."

"... what do you mean,"

That's right, he was observing his client's eroticism while he was at work. Siori looked at Alec and Clement and smiled bitterly.

"Well, it's pretty easy to understand those two who believe in 'as is'. There are certainly people who don't like it, but there are still a lot of people who admire and support them who don't decorate through the dawn. So..."

My husband and colleague - Balt's eyes stared at the two familiar children in a gentle light.

"--I hope it works, they"

Warm shades of red hair that reflect the white snow landscape. Gentle, grassy eyes. How much you wanted to make these two beautiful colors your own.

Annelier looked up at Dennis with a nervous look and stared at her eyes.

"Dennis, you're a very good man. Not only as secretary, but also to protect me from the gloomy crowds in Robnell's name. I bet you had a lot to think about, but you've kept it on my own... and you've worked really hard so far. But I'm going to end it today, too. I'm a good age, and you can't stay like this forever."

"... Annie"

Dennis opened his eyes for a moment and then became very upset. Don't forget to shake your grassy eyes, but you can't help but smile.

"Well, I'm sorry to be of service at last. Finally... you're ready to take your son-in-law?"

The edge of his bloody lips is trembling.

Annelier smiled.

Someone who's really easy to understand. Will you be upset if I just tell you that I finished today?

"Yeah, that's right. I'll take my son-in-law. Dennis Robnell, I want you."

He took a breath, filled a short distance from Dennis, and gently placed his hand on his left chest. I didn't know my heartbeat after wearing winter gear, but I still felt the breath.

"I like you. I was going to say it the day I was going to grow up, but you blocked it before saying it... and I've loved it for 15 years. I liked you when you told me you liked my paintings. I liked you not as Rovnell's daughter, but just as Annelier."

If you keep telling him the truth without embellishing his feelings, he will turn red for a moment, then say something - swallow the word, snort his throat, and then close his eyes.

"... Annie. I appreciate your feelings, but I can't answer them."

A squeezy, gruesome voice. It's what I expected, but if you say it clearly, it still sticks to your chest.

But from here on out, it's a match.

Because I came here to move on.

"Haven't you seen me as a woman that you can't answer? I was so proud of what you were thinking."

When I looked up at the shaking grass color, I was distracted.

"That's not how it works. You are a very attractive woman. But..."

Dennis stopped talking. I tried again and again to keep trying, and every time I breathed a bitter breath, I held my mouth shut.

"Hey, Dennis. I tried to leave many times, but why did you stay with me every time? I don't suppose the position of secretary was spared because of you. Then maybe... I'd expect it anyway. I can't give up on you unless you tell me clearly. [M] If you have no feelings for me, please tell me clearly."

That's how Dennis makes his thin lips fight. He dropped his gaze and gave out a shallow breath, repeatedly shaking and opening his hands, which was a true expression of his inner conflict.

It's enough to just say that you don't love me, but you can't do that because you can't tell a lie. He believes in living as he is, because he is so clumsy that he can't tell lies.

--I realized a long time ago that you really loved me.

"You look beautiful in a careless, decorative nature."

When he was still a boy, he said that and took the platinum blonde in one room. He noticed that his eyes turned towards us with a sweet smile.

Ever since the day I refused to tell you my thoughts, I had noticed that I was still looking at myself with burning eyes.

And that soft gaze when he occasionally mixes it with the items he uses at work and gives gifts - all of which have feminine elegance but are practical, all of which suit Annelier's tastes.

How can you be unconscious with such a gaze on you?

― ― At that Silveria inn, among the two coats that I bought at the Enandel Chamber of Commerce, the elegant design of the cuffs was shown through my arm in an impressive olive colour.

(When you looked at me so hot that you were embarrassed... you probably didn't realize it yourself.)

Too much calorie gaze for a faithful mistress.

How can you give up looking at yourself like that?

"Now, let me give up. You don't see me as a woman, only loyalty."

"Loyalty is all that matters!

Dennis screamed at the words he was about to fold.

"Only loyalty can endure slander for so long! I love you. I've always liked you for telling me that I'm a friend of the Empire's bloody nobility. I liked you when you left me by the throne unchanged. I don't look with my tinted glasses, you've always liked me since I was a kid! I knew you liked me! But!"

After Annelier stood up with his eyes rounded, he exhaled his full breath, and he held his fist tight.

"- But I couldn't say. I didn't want anyone to think I was a man for the Earl's name and fortune. I couldn't tell you that I was the son of an empire whore who approached my father in the name of Robnell - I didn't want my mother's name to be tainted any more by every bad thing that happened until I died, and that... being with the son of a man who abandoned his wife and son and ran off with strangers would not only hurt your honor, but might make you feel bad about having a child in the future."

Making my wife and child suffer from the bitter feelings that my mother and I experienced was not something I could endure at all.

"I didn't want to lie to you who kept me by my side. That's why I cowardly thought I wouldn't have to answer if I hadn't listened to you."

So he leaned and smiled terribly distorted, saying that he had blocked the night club day that celebrated his sixteenth birthday.

"I love you. That's why I'm so happy."

"... Dennis"

"But I told you. It is an inescapable fact that the blood of the Dolgust Empire has been mixed, no matter what it thins out of my father's generation. Besides, I have the dirty blood of that man who couldn't even penetrate his love for a woman. Even if I met the terms of Rovnell's marriage, it wouldn't be pure and straightforward."

Disclosure of sincerity.

His heart was closed by the heartless words of those who violently beat and eliminated Dennis on account of his father's runaway incident. Until then, he cared little about his blood lines, but now he cared more about his identity and lineage.

While watching it, I was too young and immature to do anything. But I am no longer a powerless daughter. I'm not such a weak girl as to be easily thwarted by a beating.

"... what is purity?"

Annelier laughed.

"I'm just pure and straight, and I'm gone a long time ago."

Annelier smiles at Dennis with her face up.

"That's not enough to live in a noble society. I didn't mean to, but there were times when I had to use condolences. You know that because you were there."

Dennis nodded small while standing up.

"How much do you think there is in the world that you can keep purity in the first place? I don't think so."

What is pure and innocent, it does exist. But it's temporary. It will always change in color according to the surroundings.

For example, newborn babies are innocent beings who know nothing, but are bound to be lost as they grow up. Become disciplined and educated to learn a variety of things and to make various thoughts. The inner surface is colored according to the surrounding environment from the innocent ones. It is not innocent, but it is called growth, which is necessary to survive.

They said it was a pure white snow landscape spreading out in front of them. It is now an unclean white that has just piled up, but when winter is over and it is released, it will become a color of soil mixed with mud. Some people will think it's dirty. But it's a necessary process for the next season. It becomes water that melts and moisturizes the earth, and green blooms and colorful flowers bloom, and the landscape is colored.

Everything that exists in nature cannot remain pure and innocent. Whether it's people, animals, plants, or even this view itself, it's the same thing.

Everything is at ease. People also change over time. That's the natural figure that Annelier loves, as it should be.

"Hey, why do you think the Rovnells don't care about marriage?

"... because the enrichment, development and survival of territorial management and artistic activities are of paramount importance."

"Yeah, that's right. We need a broad perspective and flexible ideas to do both well and make it better. In a gathering of people who only know the world like who they are and who are attached to their family and blood lines, at first, even if they are good, they will starve and solidify. I can't say that's healthy anymore. I think it's also important to change with the times."

That's why I didn't care about the blood muscles. Therefore, in the centuries-old history of the Rovnells, on several occasions ordinary people and immigrants have been welcomed as our main companions. Yes, Rovnell's legacy is already mixed with the blood of ordinary people and immigrants.

"Maintaining a pure lineage or pure blood is meaningless to Rovnell, at least. Because the first Rovnells were not born in this country in the first place. She said she was a drifter."

A record of the Rovnells, passed down from generation to generation by the brother-in-law. What was left was ancient and did not describe exactly where it was born. It's just that he was a journey singer who came from land that crossed the sea shortly after the founding of the country.

― ― It is said that the ancestors of the Rovnell family were originally poets. A bard who travels freely to countries, sings and conveys the beauty of the land and the appearance of the people living there into poetry as he sees and feels.

"Were you an Inhuman in your first generation? I heard he was a court poet....."

Dennis rounded his eyes for the first time knowing the truth about the origins of House Rovnell.

"Yeah, that's what the records say."

The first generation, who was welcomed as a court poet by the king who heard the song and finally gave the country its roots in a small but climate-friendly beautiful land, loved the territory and loved the people who lived there. He was willing to incorporate new technologies and methods at home and abroad to make his people's lives better.

In later years, it was said that it was a day spent making poems while looking at the territory that had developed with new things while valuing tradition. He was enjoying the landscape of the wandering territory.

In the original country, which was ruled by the nobility of the royal family, which was a clan of chiefs of several indigenous peoples, it would have been difficult for the extra generation to live. Still, they must have loved the beautiful land, been mixed with the people, worked and accepted after a long time. That's why the Rovnells thrived for so long, and now live in this country as an ancient celebrity of history.

"The first generation was superfluous. But I loved this country as much as my people loved it. So will you, Dennis."

Even if it is a mix of unborn blood and not innocent, its spirit is in this country and in Rovnell.

"... oh yeah. I love this country I was born and raised in. This feeling is not rational or anything. No matter what you say, I was born and raised in this country."

That's why I was hurt by the bleeding of the Empire. Dennis exhaled the complicated feeling that it wasn't just from love that she was hurt and almost frustrated again and again but didn't leave Annelier.

"I didn't want them to like the house that the woman in love protects and the land that governs. I just didn't want to be trampled into the beautiful, liberal city of Rovnell, which I grew up in, by innocent people trying to consolidate into aristocracy and swarm with power."

"Dennis...."

Annelier smiled overflowing with thoughts.

Oh, he was the ideal person after all.

"That feeling is what the Rovnells need. Not only do you love me, but you love Robnell's house and all of its territory."

I leaned against him and gently pressed my forehead against his chest.

"I want to be with you. I want to protect Rovnell's house and territory with you, Dennis."

"... Annie"

Dennis' hands tended to hesitate to turn around Annelier's back and stop wandering through the sky as he approached.

"... but if you stay with me, you won't be spared criticism. Not even now."

While being entertained as a young female painter, I knew that there was an ecstatic voice in the shadows. An elderly woman with a good look, but a low stature, who is causing her first love to persist.

Annelier laughed, thinking it wasn't a mistake.

"Of course, I'm a human being, and sometimes I get hurt by a nasty word. But I will never regret being with you. I won't tell you to protect me from those who don't talk. You won't stand for me. Difficulties are fought together. That must be a couple. It may be an ideal theory, but - I want to live my life from now on, fighting with you."

That is the true heart of the truth.

In the undisputed words of Annelier, Dennis opened his eyes, then looked up to heaven and closed his eyes - and loosened his mouth to the shape of a bitter smile.

- Surrender.

The arm, which had been stopped on the brink, was now bent over Annelier's waist. Attracted.

Cheers rose behind my back. That voice is Balt and Nadia.

"You were prepared to come to such a dangerous place for me, and you were so eager to dictate to me, and if you don't accept my proposal now, I won't let any man die."

"... then, will you take it?

"Oh, of course. I swear I'll live with you from now on."

Unmistakable words.

Your heart is filled with the success of your love for more than fifteen years. Beautiful red and grass fill the heart of the campus.

Looking up at him, he stood in front of his fingernails, and - without hesitation - he lay his lips over him. A thin, slightly cool lip, but its exhalation is warm.

While enjoying the sensation of softly melting lips, one arm turned around the waist was attached to the back of the neck and the tip of the tongue was inserted into the mouth. I was obsessed with breathing that intersected with a greedy mouth, but I remembered each other that it was still in public, and I almost left with regret.

The intertwined gaze eventually turned towards the snowy landscape that spreads out in front of me from either side.

"--I 'd like to come and see this view again. This time, when the snow melts."

By the time the innocent white decomposes and is dyed in the color of the earth in spring, again.

"Yeah, that's right. I want to see it, too. But..."

Make him laugh like a prank.

"Wouldn't it bother you to escort me in the mud?"

That's true, too.

The two of them looked at each other and laughed, and then looked at the snow again.

"... about my father"

Huh?

Dennis said that he couldn't lose sight of the snow.

"I think I'll face my father a little bit."

"Uncle's?

Dennis' father abandoned his family and chose death for his runaway excuse with an exotic woman.

His father, whom I have met several times, was an unconcerned, bold and refreshing man. I remember being a pleasant man who deals sincerely with his work and family. However, the impact of that heartfelt incident was considerable.

Ever since that incident, he has been deaf to all stories about his father because of the boy's cleanliness and aversion to his father. He didn't want to get close to the Adventurers Association (Guild) or even to the Adventurers for a while, but he's trying to face the incident.

"I may not understand or understand, but I just want to know why I did it."

Many of the parties may not know because they are all deceased, but some records may be kept at the Adventurers Association's Rovnell branch.

"... that's right. That's good."

I'm sure that's what Dennis needs to live in front of him.

He glanced at each other again and then turned his back after a touch.

Another childhood friend rushes in. And so did the adventurers. Each face had a gentle smile - Annelier also looked at her lover and smiled at each other.

- A few years later.

Female painter Annelier Robnell unveiled a series of "The Landscape of Unsullied Innocence." The painting depicts the four seasons that come from the tower of Silveria in a vivid and vivid way. It contains the idea that there is no complete innocence, and that it is a beautiful world as it is, wandering towards something noble that is not innocent in the flow of time.

Although controversial as an antithesis to aristocracy, this work depicted the essence of things, true beauty, was highly regarded.

It is one of her masterpieces that has remained famous for generations to come as one of the country's leading painters.