Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

KAN, KAN.

The man looking silently at the landscape painting hanging on the ruined interior stone wall slowly reflected on the regular footsteps.

"How was it?"

When asked, the Lord of Footsteps, a woman with sharp yellow eyes who made her feel the strength of her will in shining blonde hair like sunlight, raised her shoulders as she sighed.

"... it looks like it's getting rough everywhere. Instead of treasures, everything from chest decorations to candlestick magic stones is stolen. Bandits don't do that. It was originally a beautiful tower, but... it was useless."

The tower of Silveria, once called the White Lady, was destroyed and plundered to the limit and turned into a ruined ruin.

"... I see. Well, I can't help it."

I have to. The blue eyes of the man who said that in his mouth are severely thinned into a beard.

Last year's territorial recapture operation ended in an overwhelming victory for the Kingdom. We can no longer afford to keep our troops in the imperial army, which has lost morale, but is not an enemy to the Royal Army, which has accumulated troops over time.

The remnants of the Empire left over from the recaptured territory were rooted out by a hungry people, but many things - land and property, and everything from human rights to human life - were taken by the Empire, so to speak.

The man lay his eyes down and prayed for a while. To everything taken by the Empire. And -- eventually, we will be doomed, to the country we have abandoned.

--The man's family was originally a baron with a small territory in the corner of the Empire. The family of artistic lovers was anonymous, but they liked painting, a simple but beautiful landscape, people living there, and a family of painters depicting the fine happiness of everyday life.

But a new dynasty was established in my grandfather's place. Grandfather was executed for disregarding the imperial order of the new emperor, and the family was chased after the territory.

My grandfather believed in drawing only what he thought was beautiful and what was left in his heart. The new emperor, who happened to see his painting, was ordered to paint a painting honoring the emperor, and his grandfather, who did not support the emperor, who was showing the tyrant's scale, refused to do so because it was contrary to his creed.

My grandfather was slaughtered on the spot.

Although the family was generous and escaped execution, they were dropped by civilians and forced to pursue the territory. Having lived in detail but continued their creative lives, they escaped from their homeland with the gradual desolation of their empire. Thereafter, they traveled around in search of their ideal landscape and continued their journey as homeless painters.

"... in only twenty years, the country will change easily."

Days when the name is changed to kingdom style to hide identity and change places. Life could not be said to be rich, but I was happy every day to continue drawing only what I wanted to draw just like my grandfather. At first, there were intermediaries who were not looking at each other and who guided them in drawing what they could earn, but as a result of continuing to draw only what they liked without bending their beliefs, they were able to earn money to the extent that they did not have trouble eating, clothing and living.

Sometimes I remember my country when I was a boy.

It seems that the Empire has been quite rough since then. The country, which had been abandoned from the border with extreme military inclination and continued to collect impossible taxes, now seems to be doing its best to maintain its center.

While morale continues to decline, the Border Guard's fortifications at the gate are similar to bare streets. The number of displaced persons continues to increase.

It's been a long time since I heard rumours from the wind that the beautiful fabric had vanished without a shadow.

"In twenty years, the perimeter has become completely less protected. Otherwise, we, the outsiders, would not have been able to easily enter this land owned by the Empire nobles."

--And I'm sure I never even met him.

The woman looked at the man with hot eyes.

A woman who was visiting the tower of Silveria to try her hand and a man who was traveling the land to paint a landscape that missed the past and was even a little closer to home.

The encounter was a coincidence. A brave swordswoman and stray painter. The common denominator seemed to be different, but I was surprised to see her.

A woman who was a swordsman but whose parents were one of the artists as well as herself, had a deep understanding of painting and honestly loved even anonymous works if she thought she liked them. The nature was favorable, and the woman who had been hired as a escort had always been in love with her as she traveled around the kingdom. The woman liked herself again.

He wanted to meet his wife - she was summoned back to her parents' house. My brother died of an epidemic and had to take over the house.

"... I wanted to make the sword path if I could, but now that my brother is dead, I'm the only one who can protect the territory. It is also the duty of Robnell to draw the blood of the righteous."

--The woman was a lady of the prestigious Rovnell family. The Earl's House, which is inherited by the governor, even for women. My brother, who had inherited the house, had no wife and no son, and there was nothing else for her to inherit.

She, who has already succeeded to the throne and became an uncle, is not equal to herself, a natural imperial. I can't marry her, nor can I fall in love with my son-in-law, who was a nobleman in a defeated country.

The man who tried to pull herself back in that way had just been strongly retained by her, or brought forcefully to the tower of Silveria, the place of her encounter, which was an enthusiastic whisper. At the end of the day, whisper words of fierce love that are so embarrassing that you want to escape with your ears shut.

"Your attitude and way of life are beautiful, drawing only what you think is beautiful without bending your beliefs. Besides, your knowledge of painting in various countries is impressive. I fell in love with you like that. Fortunately, I seem to have benefited from the talent of territorial management, but unfortunately I have no artistic talent. Both are essential to Rovnell. I want you to fall in love with that gift that I don't have - from the bottom of my heart. It has nothing to do with being an Imperial. I need you. Please don't accompany me."

Even though the woman I loved told me so much, the man still shakes his neck and so on. He finally shook his head vertically.

"... what a gorgeous and passionate princess, Reese."

The man called the woman he loved by his nickname.

"No, in this case, am I the princess?

When I joked, Reese - Reese Bette Robnell also smiled with her beautiful red eyes.

I see. Then I am the knight who protects you. I'll kick your ass, you stupid bastard. "

He reached out to me while saying so. When you lay your hand on it, it pulls you in, and you mouth it on your fingertips. And the word of an oath that will be dropped.

"To my life and love, my beloved princess."

The man also laughs and returns.

"To my life and love, my beloved knight."

Words of swearing oaths in which male and female actors were replaced.

Tickling and laughing voices eventually melted with stacked lips.

--After a rich mouthfeel and hugging for a while.

"... it's time to go. I have to get back to town before the sun goes down."

Though it is a less dangerous summer, there is also the danger of wild thieves, as well as the appearance of quite a beast at night.

Reevett nodded as he let go of his body.

Then they held hands and tried to stay behind - Reese turned around. Behind his gaze was a beautiful painting of asymmetry in a ruined room decorated with stone walls. The landscape painting that the man was looking at earlier.

"Is that painting really good? It must be your grandfather's relic."

It was one of the paintings that was dropped by civilians and brought out when they left the house. Just one artifact from my grandfather.

It depicts the memories of my grandfather's childhood - the memories he most cherished.

"... that's fine."

This land of Silveria was visited by my grandfather on his creative trip when he was a child. Here he met a girl. The daughter of a downstream aristocracy in the kingdom who was staying in Silveria for medical treatment.

There is no bracket between the empire and kingdom for the young two, just a small love that only sprouted as they spent their days playing with each other as friendly friends.

But when they were young and well educated as nobles, they were prepared that this love would never come true from the beginning. A grandfather, the rightful son of an imperial nobility, who will one day succeed to the territory, and a girl of kingdom nobility, whose fiancée has already been decided. The two men, who understood each other's positions and roles, celebrated the day of eternal separation with their thoughts in their hearts.

--This painting is said to have been made the day before the farewell. And one day, after his life, he shall return to the land as a soul. And it's time to join hands and travel to a free world.

The painting depicts the back of two young men who swore to each other while looking at the beautiful blue sky of Silveria, which is far higher.

"--This is an important memory of my grandfather. My grandfather painted it just for himself. All you have to do is stay for him. That's why I shouldn't have this to remember him. It's best to leave it in Silveria, where he remembers."

Nobody will stop at this tower, which has taken everything from it for a while. Someone will not see this painting and will quietly decay in this place. My grandfather's recollections will settle quietly in the land of Silveria of recollections - and one day will be part of it.

That's good.

"... I see."

Reese nodded with a smile.

The man walked quietly with his hand firmly gripped. Towards the future, both of you.

--The man was later welcomed as the husband of the Rovnell family's main leasbet. The man said he supported his wife, Reese Bett, and spent his life in harmony. The famous Earl's family said that many people barked at the unknown homeless painter who had settled as the master's son-in-law as an unfamiliar stranger, but Reese Bett, who loved her husband, kicked him out every time, as declared.

The real name of a man named Michael Salian is Mikhail Salaev. He is the grandson of Lukiyan Salaev, who was later recognized as a prominent painter.

--This is a story that has never been passed down to anyone.