Master of the brave.

"Are you Count Lloyds Van Elstead?

Cornelia leaned her little neck and thought as she put the cup poured of tea.

"I do think you've been serving in the center for the last couple of years or so. I was wondering if Count Elsted's territory was located near the border."

Palace courtyard.

Cornelia had several kinds of baked confectionery at the garden table and a set of tea waiting for the three Wins.

There are only four participants in this tea party.

This is exactly the situation I can only hope to have lost my way into a world I've lived in and had no connection with before, the Palace.

Winn, who was no longer any more nervous, was also somewhat horrified to finally be surrounded by his usual familiar face, albeit unusually dressed and under different circumstances.

Nevertheless, it was not technically just the four, as a few of the caregivers' maids refrained from doing so.

Under the sky - I guess the openness of being out in the garden also helped ease tension.

Trees covered in soft grass, calculated and planted.

Carefully pruned by the exclusive gardener of the palace, the seasonal flowers blossomed beautifully and elegantly, but did not make the atmosphere as majestic as it was inside the palace feel.

The samurai, who refrains from doing so, has also erased so many signs that she has forgotten that she is on the spot together.

That's something like a samurai serving the royal family?

Enjoy tea while mouthing prepared, freshly baked sweets.

I guess tea and sweets are excellent substitutes.

For the average civilian - although I don't feel quite deviant these days - Winn, who is the only one who can only describe it as delicious, his hand sticks out.

In that regard, Leticia, the Duke's Lady, and Rock, the son of a large businessman who even has ties to nobility and who, together, is more powerful than nobility, enjoyed tea in a sophisticated manner.

I don't know what I don't know, so if there was a manoeuvre in a place like this, it would be wrong to demand that you do it.

Winn had also reached for the treat in a half-dozen ways at first, but decided to reopen it and enjoy it because Leticia would also take some baked treats that were worthwhile and hard to reach.

It's just a rare thing you can't talk about. If you don't eat, it's a loss.

Civilian guts, it was rounded.

While we ate and drank tea, at first we talked about no other love, but in the meantime, the topic shifted to what had happened earlier.

"Earl Elsted seems to have been considered some years ago for upgrading from Earl to Borderline Uncle, but after looking into it, it seems there have been a lot of bad rumors to drop him off"

"I don't know because it's that toad bald fat. I don't think it's a good idea to judge just by the way you look, but it's something you're criminalizing behind your back."

"Toad bald fat?"

To Rock's words, Cornelia tilting her neck even further.

"About the Count. I named it. It's fat, fat, bald."

You remembered when you held my hand, a lock that distorts my face while rubbing it against my clothes.

You weren't sure how to describe that, Leticia has a slightly puzzling look.

"You are rude to His Excellency the Count. Well, I never thought of it either. Toad bald fat... Yeah, well, I think you're saying it in a nutshell."

"That's what Winn thinks, isn't it?

As each of the three reacted differently, Cornelia, the only one of these with no direct facial knowledge with Uncle Elsted, made him laugh bitterly as troubled.

"Speaking of which, I think they sent me a portrait of Count Elsted some years ago."

The samurai graces and returns to the palace.

After a while, I brought a single painting.

"Oh, this is it. That's one of the portraits they sent me as my fiancée candidate."

Three people peeked at the painting, which was put on the garden table by the samurai.

"Who? This?

And Leticia raised her confused voice -.

"Awesome, this is, painter Awesome!!

Rock held his belly and burst into laughter when he saw it, knocking the table dongly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, this. There's something about too much beauty, isn't there? How much money did you pile up to make this painting! The painter who wrote this painting is already too skilled! Tell your father, you can be the patron of this painter at the Marine family!

The person depicted was a beautiful young man with a slutty body with blonde blue eyes.

That picture, sitting with a tender soft smile, did not resemble that toad bald fat real Uncle Elsted.

"Didn't I mistake this for someone else's painting?

"Yeah, but there's an autograph here, right? Brother."

The name of Lloyds Van Elstead is indeed engraved on the bottom of the painting that Leticia points to.

The frames are also engraved with the seal of the Earl of Elsted family, and there will be no human difference.

"This is about as good as fraud. I want to see this painting and ask you how you were going to fix it in case Master Cornelia liked it and it became popular to meet him in person. I'd love to hear it! And look at my face when I met you!!

Rock keeps laughing in tears.

"Are you that much of a person who doesn't resemble the person depicted in this picture?

"It's a total different person!

"No, wait, Rock. Um, if you ask me, there's a shadow of him around here."

The lock turned to where Wynn was pointing.

"Isn't it just your hair! Well, it does draw thin here. Though it's about feelings. Goddamn it, that countess! You're gonna do it, you're gonna kill me laughing!

"So, what happened to the story of engagement?

Leticia, who was somewhat drawn to a rock that kept laughing, asks Cornelia.

"I refused"

"Well, you are."

Yeah, nodding rock.

"As I said earlier, when I looked into it, there were some pretty bad rumors going around... like they were bringing young daughters from the realm into their mansion..."

"Terrible......"

Leticia frowns.

"Why are you letting such a nobleman go wild?

"Earls of previous generations have made a great contribution to the Empire, shall we call it its glory? Earlier counts have died suddenly, but earlier generations have ascended to the generals of this country. In addition to its predecessors, the Earl of Elsted is a famous Martial Arts family that has drained many generals."

"Speaking of which... when I shook his hand, surprisingly, the skin on his hand was thick. Does that mean you're out of the martial arts even if you rot?

"Most of all, there have been constant bad rumors since contemporary times, and the Count family's finances seem to be inclined to follow the path of apoptosis,"

Rock recalls that the use of the Earl of Elsted family had come to borrow gold from the Marines as well.

Whatever it is, it's probably not just the knights that are rotting, it's the power layer of this country itself.

After that, he returned to the story of no other love, and when it cooled down, he wrapped the extra baked confectionery and dissolved it.