Master of the brave.

I heard from Imperial Knights headquarters that a summons order had been issued to Wynn, and Leticia was also going to follow Wynn as a matter of course.

Because she is not a knight, she is not inherently called into this operation, which is an official military action of the Empire. Therefore, the means she chose is Winn's position as a squire.

It is common for nobles and knights to follow their own soldiers and squire to the battlefield.

There was no precedent for a noble princess to become a squire.

But...

"Leticia, I will not allow you to go to battlefield!

Whoever called Leticia to prepare herself and to go under Wynn was her father, Lector Van Mavis.

As an aristocratic princess, Lectre had a thoughtful tannic surface on her last princess, who had no makeup and had not even been decorated.

"Not to mention as a follower of civilian manly style!? What do you think the Duke's position is!

"I'm not going as a duke. What inconvenience does a disciple have in following his master?

"It's full of inconvenience!

As Lectre rose out of his chair, he fisted sandalwood's clerk.

He stared at Leticia for a while in the same position, but eventually when he took one sigh, he sat deeply back in the chair again.

"Look, Leticia. As brave as you are now, the rest of the world is watching. You understand that, don't you?

"Yes."

"Naturally, there's nothing you don't already know in this neighboring country. No, the names will be known to countries without distant exchanges and to those of other races. I'm proud to be a father, combined with the fact that you've elevated my family name."

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"Therefore, you need to be aware of the position of the Third Duchess of the Duke of Mavis, one of the most prestigious aristocrats of the Lemursil Empire. I don't mind knowing that the civilian man is the master of the brave. If it's true, there's no choice. If you can, I'd like to tell each side that some famous martial artist - the Baron who was your tutor - is a mentor..."

"My teacher will not exist except Win Bird."

In fact, I don't recall teaching anything from that Baron who worked as a tutor.

Leticia, once a young child, was a child who could not stand still anyway.

Double my curiosity and I quickly go to objects of interest. That's the same as when I was studying, and when I was reading and writing books with tutors, I watched the flying birds that I could see through the windows, and my interest shifted to the flowers blooming in the garden.

I'm scolded so badly by a tutor who raised his gaze from the book there.

After cursing and murmuring Leticia, she moved into basic swordsmanship and physical training in the afternoon, where she was still grabbed by a wooden sword and struck into her scattered body.

Perhaps he also had a build-up of depression when he worked as a tutor against Leticia, who never puts himself into studying and doesn't.

If it's a combination move, it's rolled to the ground - no, is that right to say it can be tapped rather than rolled over?

My whole body was covered in bruises.

Given that Leticia hasn't suffered a fracture or bruises or scratches directly visible to her - and that she hasn't been injured to stay behind, the outgoing Baron may have had a good arm.

As a result, Leticia was branded as a fall compared to her older brother and sister, and became treated like a Duke's nose picker.

Although Leticia's caregiver's samurai noticed and reported injuries when cleaning herself or helping her change clothes, she was explained by her tutor to be responsible for Leticia's distractions.

The brothers and sisters, under the guidance of the Baron, had a proven track record of having a satisfactory upbringing for the Duke's family, so the Lectors swallowed it.

"Try rumouring in the social world that the princess of the Duke's house is following a young civilian man, even though he is a master of brave men, a man who could be any horsebone. Aside from the Duke's house, the prestige of our empire will be scratched!

"Horsebones and all that - no matter how many fathers you are... I will never forgive you for ranting about my mentor!

Leticia gets overwhelmed by Lectre's words.

If the baron, who was that tutor, had taught the art of swordsmanship, or waking up as a brave man, to study from the initial steps, courageously and slowly, against Leticia, who lacked concentration, he might have been quick.

But it was Wynn who in reality taught her the pleasure of reading a book, the pleasure of remembering magic, the pleasure of moving her body.

It's just one person plugging a glimmer of light into a world that was all alone for Leticia -.

Lectre flickered for an unexpected moment at his thoughts, and angry Leticia's gaze, but as a father he squeezes out his voice in an attempt to somehow fix his physique.

"Yes, look, Leticia. No matter how much you think about the civilian man you are its master, the world you live in is too different. An unrecognizable relationship from around us brings in misfortune, right?

"Can't you admit it?

Leticia smiled with a thin smile to show.

"Who says you need to be recognized? You think I have someone who can give me an opinion, except for Winn, who is my mentor?

"And anyway, I won't allow you to serve. Sure, you were chosen as a brave man, and you were in a good position without drooling your head in front of His Majesty the Emperor, but you are still my daughter. I want you to follow what I say, the head of the Mavis family."

Ring the ringing bell that Lectre had placed on his desk for his own service.

The door to the room opened, and servants who could be used for the Duke's house entered the room in various places.

In their hands were paintings that appeared to be portraits fitted in fine frames.

The number of servants who came in was six.

With five to six paintings per person, the calculation is roughly thirty to nearly forty.

"It's all a portrait of a matchmaker brought under you."

"Matchmaking......!?

The portrait of numerous young nobles, shown to Cornelia the other day behind Leticia's brain, revives.

"Not only our empire, but also the royal families and famous families of neighboring countries all came by giving portraits. Pick any opponent up."

"Father. What's this all about? I have no intention of making a pageant. Because I've already made up my mind."

"I don't suppose that's what you said earlier about a civilian called a master, is it?

Leticia leaning unintentionally on Lectre's words.

From signs of anger to shame until earlier, the figure, dyed slightly red to the neck muscle, belonged to an age-appropriate girl, but his father, Lectre, saw Leticia's attitude and made a tannic surface again.

"There are also matters with His Royal Highness Crown Prince Alfred, whom His Majesty has been offering for a long time. His Majesty was also very enthusiastic about this story. Not from the royal aristocracy of other countries, but I guess the first step would be to make a pageant with His Royal Highness Prince Alfred. Nevertheless, if you don't like it, I can refuse. It would be unacceptable to refuse after a pageant with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, except as far as you are concerned. You're out of common sense, brave man. The title of brave man is so heavy. I'm proud you're my daughter."

When Lectre took his gaze off Leticia, he turned to the servants holding back in the corner of the room.

"Leticia, be aware that you also have a position as a Duke. You guys keep an eye on Leticia so she doesn't go out there."

"I'm in awe. Sir."

"Why don't you think about getting out of this mansion or something shallow? Not for you, not for that civilian boy who's a master."

"If I get my hands on your brother -!"

Once again, anger cages in Leticia's voice. But this time Lectre was not frightened either. I just see Leticia's face with a harsh look on her face.

"Take him."

Just to say the word, Lectre glances over the documents spread over the desk. Like I said, this is a decision now.

Leticia had been staring at her father for a while, but when she stood up following her servants urging her to leave the room, she walked out of the room. I looked back once when I left the room, but Lectre couldn't get a glimpse of her last daughter and ask her for the look on her face.

(What do we do? Brother)

If we exercise our power, there is no such thing as can contain Leticia in this world.

But the chain that binds Leticia rather than the simple power is her own fame as a brave man and her position as the Duchess Third Duchess.

Compared to Winn's position as a nobleman, as Leticia, the specific gravity leans overwhelmingly toward Winn, but Lectre said,

"No matter how much you think about the civilian man you are its master, the world you live in is too different. An unrecognizable relationship from around us brings in misfortune, right?

This word responded to her. The status, which he never wanted, stands high between Leticia and Wynn.

Returning to her room and being alone, Leticia looks out the window. I looked up and saw one bird flying high in the sky.

I want to throw everything out.

Both his fame as a brave man and his position as princess of the Duke's family.

But that's impossible anymore.

Her achievements, for better or worse, are so great that they will be told to future generations...

If Leticia cares about that, she also has the option of taking Winn and fleeing to another country. That way, we can at least throw away the position of being the princess of the Duke's house. Unlike other noble princesses, I also have the confidence to live in any living environment.

But it will make you give up your dream of becoming a knight in this empire of Winn.

If Leticia asks, that gentle young man will walk with Leticia. But that leads to Winn giving up his dream. That wasn't where Leticia wanted it to be.

Looking back at herself as she was losing her freedom again as a bird in a cage, Leticia continued to look with envy at that bird who could fly with her free feathers everywhere.