Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"All right!"

Leo raised his face with a full grin after finishing processing the last thread.

In the box in front of you, a cloth bag with mountains and loads of populies - Sachet. This is the completion of the mission of the 0 yen workshop, which collects and makes unwanted materials.

"Mmm, smells great too"

I nod heavily at its performance as I inspect one by one. After all, the original material was only a first-class product, and the finished Sachet was so well made that it was not strange to keep it in a slightly higher small store.

(After all, it would have been nice to add a perfume stained cloth at the end. It also adds up to the smell of Muerta flowers, and fu, don't get popular with this, a proprietary blend that no one else can imitate)

Dreaming of making money ahead, Leo's cheek slackened loose.

That's right.

The day before yesterday Bianca had perfumed the dress - the smell was too strong and no longer enough to make me cry - and Leo went back to the room and cleaved it, mixing it with Muerta's populi to tailor it to Sachet.

(Ugh, the morning sun is dazzling)

Leo blinked his soggy eyes at the sunlight shooting over the curtain.

I hate being disturbed in my sleep, but I don't hate all night doing it to make money. Love for gold becomes a euphoric substance, filling your whole body with this, to push Leo to a manic state.

In the end, the work took a whole night. In the meantime, Kai came to call me several times but I had to rush to work to make sure I didn't miss the scent, so I barely had a conversation except to receive a meal. He seemed kind of worried, so it would be time to reassure him.

And as Leo was bluffing his body, he heard a rushed voice from outside the door.

"Dear Leonora, Dear Leonora! Are you awake!

This is Kai, your squire.

"What's wrong?

When he opened the door rubbing his congested eyes, Kai gave him a painful look for some reason, then returned to me and shouted.

"Sorry for coming so early. It's just an emergency...!

"Urgent?"

Leo tilted his neck with a dust.

"His Royal Highness Prince Alberto is coming to this room!

"Huh."

It gets pompous for a moment.

Apparently, if I thought my sister Princess had summoned me yesterday, it was apparently my brother Prince's arrival this morning.

"Uh... why?

"Of course, to apologize for yesterday's incident with Her Royal Highness Princess Bianca. But, oh, I'm sorry, Master Leonora, but we don't have time for you anyway, so first of all, thank you...!

My squire is tempered.

"Well, calm down," Leo urged Ky, feeling somewhat smiling, as he was a solid kid.

From Leo, who grew up in an orphanage in Lower Town, he is a man on the cloud, such as the First Prince of the Weitz Empire, but when I say that, because all the nobles who enroll in this college are cloud dwellers in the first place, I also don't really feel the need to change attitudes between Alberto and anything else so that I no longer feel the difference when the amount of Jumbo Spirit Lottery wins exceeds a certain amount at the end of the year. For Leo, they are all "super-easy" people pushed side by side - no matter, the language didn't keep up to honor them.

Kai opened the door quickly, dreading her husband's faint appearance.

"-Hey. Early in the morning, I'm suddenly sorry about that in the ladies' room, too. Will you forgive me, my lady?"

It was Prince Alberto the man who came in with a bouquet of flowers with a dazzling smile. Because it's pre-school time, I don't wear too casual but simple outfits: black pants on a tailored shirt.

"... ma'am, no"

It would still be from the spinal reflex hostility towards the handsome that I have said back to you as a stubborn. Beauty, no less than morning sunshine, seemed to attack Leo's heart, boasting of his mediocre face, just to be there.

Alberto raised his eyebrows softly at the young girl's cute defiance.

"Excuse me. You were a fine lady. Leonora von Harkenberg"

Giggling refreshingly, he offers a bouquet of flowers with graceful hands.

Leo ran a slightly untouched gaze at it.

- Torpez. He said if he didn't smell it, he wouldn't be eaten.

Torpe is a colorful, bell-shaped flower that blooms in the spring. It is also said that it is a blessing flower because it blooms in the time of the Spirit Festival and is commonly used for weddings, but Torpe flowers that find no practicality other than ornamentation were outside Leo's sphere of interest. It actually takes a considerable amount of money to secure this flower out of season, but Leo doesn't realize that he doesn't pay much attention to flowers.

(Apparently, they hated me)

If she was a daughter of her age, Alberto smiled slightly bitterly at the girl who wouldn't break the look of vigilance, even in front of the Torpe flowers that were offered to everyone by the opposite sex.

I'm not overconfident, but if you put a gentle grin on the sweet beauty of the Queen's concession, most of the ladies have so far relaxed their hearts.

Alberto tightened his mind and took it seriously again.

"As you know, I'm Alberto von Weitzzecker, student chairman of the College. But I came here today as Bianca's brother. - Leonora. Bianca told me about one thing yesterday. You did something my sister was sorry about. I'm sorry. I'm not asking you to forgive me, but only that my sister is reflecting on me."

Kai, who had refrained, glances at the fact that Alberto, the first prince, bowed his head as student president of the college. With that in mind, Leo tilted his neck properly.

"Dear Bianca, reflection?

She has solicited a bit vigorously when it comes to it, but I definitely turned it down, and I feel a little cursed when it comes to it, but then she just gave me the scented cloth I wanted, so I can't really think of a reason to be reflected on as Leo.

Alberto smiled bitterly.

"Oh. Exactly. Even that sister can do enough to reflect on what she thought was bad. She told me she didn't have a face to match, but she chose this flower because she wanted to be her."

Bianca chose unscented flowers to dispel the matter of burial flowers, not to remind her of the strong scent of perfume, but it was not Leo that such meticulous consideration could be understood.

"Hmm......?

Finally, it's more difficult for a common man to feel that his brother is in a fight with his sister.

Still, there was nothing resentful about Bianca, and Leo honestly decided to accept it, even if it was a torpe lacking in practicality, because he would be happy with anything he could get for free.

"Thank you"

"Welcome, thank you. You're gonna take it, aren't you?

"Yes, I don't care about anything"

It was a simple fact that could not be falsified, but Alberto relieved himself of the words.

(Bianca told me you're a broad-minded kid...)

Last night, I cried, "Brother!" Alberto was surprised at his sister for rushing into the men's dorm. Originally, my siblings weren't bad friends, but these days my sister, who wasn't totally around, rarely cried and cried.

Alberto managed to calm her sister down and listen, apparently realizing that Natalia and herself had fallen behind in this sister's behavior.

(Still, she's a beautiful girl)

Alberto himself had such a beautiful face that he was called "beloved son of the Spirit," but the beauty of the girl is far off. I hear that the late Claudia is the owner of honey-colored hair, so perhaps this glossy hair is a father's concession, but the color that melted that deep night was truly mysterious, reflected in moist purple eyes, smooth white skin and slightly uplifted rosy cheeks.

"Leonora......"

"Yes."

Somehow I call it in, and it's annoying. This did not change me from the ladies who usually ascended to the appearance of the opposite sex that I despise.

"No... oh yes, will you let me pay for the dress Bianca has defiled? The exact same thing may be difficult, but let's tailor it the other way around."

The girl seemed to think a little into the offer.

"... no. Nothing, fine. If it's not the same."

As for Leo, I didn't care about the end of a dress I didn't like - Leo didn't know the value of Sabaran - but if the exact same thing could be tailored, I figured in case I ever see Emilia again, I wouldn't have to rip the dress off and turn it to Sachet's raw materials. It was the exact same idea as a woman putting the same ring from multiple men and turning everything but one into a pawnshop.

"I guess that's... because it's still the dress you get."

"Yes, Master Emilia, you gave it to me"

Leo, wondering who he had gotten it from, only briefly told the facts, but Alberto silenced with regret. Of course, because I thought the dress was an important memorable item for the girl.

"It's... I'm so sorry I did it"

Alberto rides himself out a long time ago so that he can gaze at the girl.

That's when I saw something that played a hard light on the prince's chest, and Leo didn't think,

"Ah......!

Why do you have my car? I screamed and failed.

A pure leather string, peeking from a neat prince's shirt. Beyond that was a hanging old gold coin familiar to Leo.

Alberto fell for the girl who shook her shoulders and shouted as she approached her body.

(Shit. Was she afraid of grown men)

Kai, "Leonora's Past" via Bianca seems to be quite tragic in content.

Alberto remembered his apologies when he saw the girl with a perfectly tense face, eyes free and gaze fixed around his chest.

"I'm sorry I seem to scare you. Well, if you don't need a dress, is there anything I can give you instead?"

"Dear Carr,"

Alberto was perplexed for a moment by what was told in a clear voice.

"Huh...?

"Give me back my car."

"Leonora......"

Again, the prince remembered the shock as if he had been struck in the head by the wish of a girl told with a gaze that made him even feel hated.

(She... Leonora doesn't forgive us)

That would be so. Alberto is the first prince of this empire. Once in the same position as the person who drove Leonora's mother Claudia into distress, and because the former First Prince was disinherited by the scourge of Flora, the throne rolled over to Alberto's father.

One lost everything by evil, and the other gained supreme power by evil. One was deprived of her mother and safe girlhood, and the other was bestowed the throne of the next king and the greatest blessing. How could you stay without resentment? It is also natural for her to say, "Give my mother back". Because if I were you, I would have even pointed the kill at the encounter.

Alberto was ashamed of his arrogance when he was asking such a girl whether there was anything thick to give him.

"Sorry...... I'm sorry, Leonora. I can't give you back your mother. Please forgive us."

"I can't give it back!?

"Oh. I'm so sorry"

Leo blurted out and blushed his face bright red when he said that the person who would be so surrounded by money and power would not be able to give it back to him, giving him a golden coin in shame. Of course, he completely shelves that even he once received the gold coin from people.

"Why!? Dear Alberto, a lot, I have!

"Oh, you're right. I have been blessed with so many things. [M] And yet I can't even fulfill your only wish..."

Alberto carved a self-derisive grin. I can't do one thing to the girl who tides her smooth cheeks and moisturizes her big eyes, knowing its powerlessness.

"No matter how much gold you have, it's not like this."

That's what Alberto said and poked away our self, who can't even get one of the girls' wants, despite being called the King of Gold Coins and such.

But when she heard it, the girl must have caught her eye and shouted words that were unexpected to him.

"Because of the gold coins, I won't!

As for Leo, he was going to scream, "I blame you for your nostalgia." Leo's inverse scale was touched by the way he said that he blamed Leo's beliefs on the richest man in the Empire for not returning the gold he had stolen.

"Gold coins, not bad. It's all, all, it's up to you!

Yes, it is not determined by the amount of possession, it is determined by the good or bad payment of money.

In the words of the Rin girl, Alberto remembered the feeling as if she had been cheeked again.

Her words felt as if she had just pointed out the depressing thoughts she had about the title "King of Gold".

"It's all up to me..."

Alberto shrugged.

Leonora von Harkenberg, a girl much younger than herself and who hasn't even made her social debut yet. But the words she uttered shook Alberto's heart deeper than any quote she had ever heard.

(No...)

That's all I thought about, and I thought to myself, Alberto.

I thought I might have had a very similar experience about two years ago.

…………

Leo glanced up half-eyed at the blush and the prince, who probably murmured people's names and thoughts.

"What is it"

Even though a man hath cut off his temper, is he speaking in the name of the Spirit? I couldn't hear it, but the prince in front of me laughed bitterly when he began to turn his shoulders inside saying that he would crush it with all his strength.

"No, I'm sorry. I kind of remembered the old days."

"Once upon a time?"

"Oh...... About two years ago now. I was told the same thing when I came down to Lower Town."

Leo was crushed by the scandal that the first prince of the visible Weitz Empire had been sneaking around in downtown.

Alberto narrows his eyes and speaks out to the girl who gave her such a bare gesture as she heard the rest, whilst closing her eyes. That's all I've ever told my cousin Natalia. Strangely enough, though, I felt like she could reveal herself.

"... about two years ago, my dragon symbol appeared - oh, do you know what a dragon symbol is? It's like a family heirloom that only shows up to the direct men of the Weights Empire, and it's gold that changes shape from person to person. In the" King of the Golden Cup "of the predecessors under religious control, in the Holy Cup, in the modern" King of the Golden Sword ", which extended the territory, it appeared in the form of the Holy Sword, in my case in the form of gold coins. So when I take office, my two names will be King of Gold."

"The King of Gold..."

"Yes, it seems it was the first time in the long history of the Weitz Empire that it appeared in the form of gold coins"

Alberto smiled quietly, fu.

"Culture and art are the petitioners of the economy. I promise you, in my reign, the Weitz Empire will be one of the most prosperous and culturally rich countries on the continent. That is so great. But - at the same time that my dragon symbol appeared, my surroundings leaned against me or began to dispute my pet, like an avalanche."

Just touch one end of it, the dragon symbol that blessings are given.

Everyone tried to get close to Prince Alberto, sometimes pulling his legs together with his surroundings and sometimes betraying his family, in an attempt to avert that gold luck.

Alberto felt a bottomless aversion to the sight of a teacher who had placed his full trust until yesterday, and even a childhood tame who admired him purely, reaching out with cloudy eyes at the border for the manifestation of dragon symbols.

"So,... well, I was disgusted, and I went downtown to change my mood. Maybe he wanted to forget his identity as a prince. But foolishly, if I wandered around the most insecure part of the country without being able to adequately disguise myself, I'd be entangled in a trap, and I'd be driven away by a total predicament."

Alberto flaunts his shoulder.

It doesn't mean I didn't know the art of escort with him. Rather, the opposite is true. Having been taught first hand to ensure his safety, he was so able to kill people with a single swing of his finger that that was why he could not have said, "Send an attack from the target without killing him".

"That's when one boy saved me."

Alberto softened his expression when he spoke about it.

Anything, the boy said, he made his buddies crack by making them think that he would decide to kick vividly - make them look like they would blink their eyes with sand and intimidate them with a sharp eye - or glimpse where their whiskers were. Somehow it's cowardly.

But although not Alberto, Leo, who once helped a similar high-ranking nobleman's blubber in town, also felt that he remembered taking a similar approach, was intimate with the boy.

"So, you helped me, and then you laughed and you offered me your hand," I'm gonna save your life, I'm gonna lose you a piece of little silver coin. "

Leo almost raised his voice unexpectedly. That thought circuit, and when pricing is exquisite, is so unlikely to be someone else.

"If you thought he was really here to help people, he was just here to make some money. That too, blow a little silver coin on someone I met in Lower Town. When he gets funny and says, 'Can't you lose a little more, or this is the son of a poor merchant,' he answers, 'The merchants I know and you and I have different postures, different clothes, different ways to make hand octopuses and different tones. Especially that cared for brunette, who must be the blubber of a nobleman."

Leo, huh? I thought.

"... dark hair?

"Oh. I went to change the color of my hair and my eyes. Dark hair, gray eyes, like at the last welcoming party. Well, it wasn't until recently that I changed my face."

"Huh...?

"Ha, you don't have to pretend you don't know anymore. I also realize that your Herkenberg eyes have the prospect of a disguise."

Leo unconsciously refused to understand information that was a little connected in his brain.

Black hair, gray eyes. A welcome party gatekeeper, with a mediocre face far from beauty.

Two years ago I visited Lower Town and was entwined by a visit, a blush of high-ranking aristocrats with dark hair.

"Well, in that way, my disguise wasn't enough at the time, so the kid spotted me. Because I was so good at it, I got interesting again, and I tried to poke some gold coins at it, and I thought," How about this? "

Two years ago, Leo gave it to me from a brunette blubber, an old gold coin.

"The boy was ecstatic. It was so refreshing to watch. I don't know...... that was such an honest way of delighting, like purely getting a toy that kids love, unlike things like distraction and disgust. But I'm a twister, so here's what I said." Are you so happy? It's - '"

- Even though it's only under disaster for me.

Leo remembered every word of it.

Yes, I remember. I heard the words when I helped the young men who were caught in the midst of the rest of the shemales in the city with their pennies.

Alberto smiled all the time.

"At that moment, the child said it back." Don't blame the gold coins. "

Leo seeped cold sweat.

"Oh... was it, was it"

"Oh. No, not only that, but after eating a mighty blow on his cheek, he said, 'You can't blame your impudence on a man's wind either. It's pathetic to be under such a man, so I'll keep this gold coin until it comes out,' he said, squeezing the gold coin in his hand and running away. Then he couldn't find it anywhere he looked"

…………

No longer did Leo make a sound.

I curse the royal family, beat you up, take the gold and run away.

Wherever you take it, it's a capital offense, often a life in prison.

Seeing Leo pounding his mouth like a goldfish, the prince seemed to return it to me all the time.

"Oops...... I'm sorry, it's not like you're talking about my memorabilia right now. It was about apologizing to you."

"No!"

Leo waved his hands vigorously. We are no longer talking about taking back gold coins. No, rather, the gold coins were taken back to their rightful owners.

Now it seems that this prince has not yet dispensed with who he is, but what happens if he is noticed? Leo asked terribly.

"... by the way, if you find the boy, why don't you let Prince Alberto keep you...?

This is the first time Leo knew that if he went low enough to rub, he could talk smoothly, but of course he wasn't happy with it.

Alberto put his long fingertips on his shaped jaw and conceived, "Right."

"- I don't know I won't try to see him, but I probably won't let him go for the rest of my life"

"Gu..."

From behind Leo's throat, a squeaky groan leaks and disappears.

It was a life sentence, a decision.

Noticing the girl who was about to collapse by holding her chest down for some reason, Alberto gave her a thoughtful look.

"What's going on?... Oh, no, I'm sorry, you missed the conversation again. Please let me figure out a way to make amends for you, Leonora."

But the girl doesn't move with her head down. I wondered what was wrong, and the moment the prince embarked upon him, but she stood up.

"Um! Prince, I want to give you something, I have it!

In a manly move as it were, he said, "Wait a minute!" He disappears between the back, screaming.

The next time she came back, the girl had a pile of cloth bags with as much as one in both hands.

Don, let the mountain down to the table between you. From the pile of cloth, there was a strange scent.

"Is this...?

"It's a calming, sleeping, scented bag"

"You mean Sachet. It's called embroidery, it's called this scent, it's wonderfully done. No way. You did?

"Yes, Dear Bianca, I made it out of muerta flowers, perfume, cloth of dress"

The girl had her thin fingers, and when she took one bag out of the mountain, she let it gently grip into the hands of the prince.

"This is how I feel"

And he smiled beautifully, like a soldier.

"Leonora......"

Alberto took his breath.

(how sweet this kid is)

It was as if fresh water stained the desolate, dry earth all the time.

Muerta the burial flower, given to the girl who lost her mother, as she guessed. A torn spiritual cloth, a dress ruined by perfume. But she made use of them to tailor such wonderful things, and, ahem, to give them to the prince, the brother of the main culprit.

(Muerta, if it is also a burial flower, is also a populist that calms people's hearts... I see, you showed me that this is what it means to be up to me)

Alberto felt his head down at the girl's driving and the size of a vessel he didn't think was younger than himself.

(And how about this beautiful, hearty, virgin grin of hers)

In fact, Alberto never noticed the smile of a gentle, downhearted money-keeper who gave him his heart and aimed for extenuating circumstance.

"... thanks, Leonora"

"Don't forget that I made it and gave it to the prince"

"Oh, don't forget to take care of it."

"-Okay."

She nodded contentedly as the prince let the girl named carving this revelation into her chest.

Alberto tries to inhale the scent of Sachet. From there, it smelled gently like enveloping people.

"Leonora, we seem to be sweet about your generosity and kindness. Something to thank you for - no, please, I want to apologize, so why don't you think about what it would be like?"

repeated Alberto asks. But the girl just sifted and shook her head, like "outrageous".

"It's okay."

"Why not?"

"I got flowers, thread, perfume. The prince also gave me Torpe, too. Enough."

Of course, if you try Leo, there are fifty percent of the congrats and fifty percent of the calculations that you should not get any more things from your brothers and sisters and make your heart certificate worse.

"But... then I'm so sorry about this one. Whatever, why don't you ask me for something?

Taking full advantage of the sweet mask to pack the distance, the girl pulled herself aside for a moment and came up with "hmm".

"Uh. Then..."

"Then what?"

"Give this Sachet, Bianca, too. To the prince's friends, many, many."

If they use it for the Weitzzecker brothers and sisters, that means they are royal servants, and the price will be caught later when selling this sachet. If it is used by the popular Alberto and his companions, it is even worse. Leo was well into marketing skills and sampling.

"Are you..."

But Alberto, who didn't know such Leo's thoughts, just felt in and whined.

"What a greedy child."

It is probably the most distant assessment in the world of Leo, a lump of gold greed.

himself with desire. Aware that it was overflowing, Leo tilted his neck properly, but the prince who saw it only smiled bitterly, "Never mind."

"- Excuse me, His Royal Highness Prince Alberto, Lady Leonora. It's time for the morning prayer."

I feel signs that the conversation has come to a close, and a good squire speaks softly.

Alberto tried to stand up with his mind completely washed, but he remembered and sat back on the couch.

"Yes, Leonora. Just one last word."

"Nah, what is it?"

Gaze firmly at the girl who is somehow upset.

"You may be sick and tired of us and the nobles in this case, but if the Bernstein clan ever speaks to you, you can report it to me then."

"A Bernstein faction......?

To a name unfamiliar to his ears, Leo tilted his neck with a dust.

"Oh, the Oscar-centric group, son of the Bernstein Chamber of Commerce, which has grown rapidly in recent years. The college is expanding its forces around a minority of the general public, as well as the villains and barons of newcomers in the aristocratic society, trying to conflict with students who are out of the aristocracy somehow. Oscar Bernstein is the brainchild who has been credited with excellence among the finest grades. You attack the royal family and the higher nobility, but you don't always stand around well and let them grab your tail. Demonstrates a unique charisma to increase the number of engagements year after year"

"Ha..."

Leo understood that the situation was not easy to swallow, but the point was that it was like a sima fight.

"And Leonora. While you are a Marquis, you are out of Lower Town. Someone on our side and on Oscar Bernstein's side. And its eye-catching presence. Assuming rumors of a collision with Bianca get in their ears, they'll move to take you in. If that happens..."

The pile of sachets piled on the table was about to collapse because Alberto rode himself out.

"It collapses!

"Yes, the equilibrium that has been maintained at the margins of this college will collapse"

The prince sighs at the comprehension incompatible with the girl's age.

Again, staring at this beautiful, gentle and wise, miraculous girl, he told.

"So Leonora. From now on, however trivial, I want you to let me know if you have any concerns. I'll keep my eyes peeled around you, too. - You promise?

The voice may have had more heat in it than it had to be.

Alberto left the room, feeling a little embarrassed by such a passion that was unusual to him.

"Eyes, declarations to wear…"

Leave Leonora, whining with a pale face, on the spot.