Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Oscar pressed his face hard on Leo, who was shaped to face him at close range.

Do you still have the aftertaste of excitement or the edges of your eyes are red?

"Leonora von Harkenberg.... were you listening?

"Uh, ah, the... yes"

Trying to deceive him, but no matter what, he wasn't sure he could cut through, and Leo nodded off his gaze.

Oscar lifted his thin lips.

"… ha. That's a good hobby."

"The...! I'm sorry, I won't tell anyone...!

Normally, even though it was Leo, who put his head around the question of whether he could force a single piece of free rice on a story of weakness, the calculations made instantly dismissed the proposal.

Oscar is whatever the Bernstein Chamber of Commerce's trail son.

He's the one who wants to get a good heart certificate and keep you close if possible, and when he gets angry with the wild beastly power, he's going to be crisply killed, such as Leo, who's only a weak girl's body.

Besides, as the same man, it was understandable that baldness was a very sensitive issue.

(Duh... what should I do? Should I console you? That doesn't mean your hair's retreating, it means your seniors are moving forward! or something like that)

Leo worried, but Oscar opened his mouth earlier than that.

"... Hmm. Fine. Anyway, I know what Rolf and his people know."

"Huh... Huh!?

The Oscar baldness issue was apparently a shared matter.

Leo is still friendless. I can't believe I was worried about Oscar's head earlier.

(Mi... It's completely blocked from what I've seen. Where? Where are the signs? Are you coming to M-shape or something? Or is it getting thinner across the board? No way, Zu...)

The moment I thought of an ominous word, Oscar shrugged as if I'd read it.

"Have fun watching us suffer"

"Huh!?

Leo made his eyes black and white. "I don't mean to be hairy," he answers aggressively, hastily re-choosing the words.

For people who are hypersensitive, you should avoid words around your hair as much as possible. Humans, you don't know what to do when you're pretty.

"No... no, I don't"

What do you say?

Without the reward of Leo's efforts, Oscar cuts short. But what did you think, he's been looking down at Leo carefully.

"- Hey, you. Leonora von Harkenberg"

When he stands that way with his upper back, it's pretty powerful. Leo's chest struck an early bell with a face all the time and a different, masculine appearance than Alberto's. - Mostly, with the fear of being killed.

The unconsciously lagging minutes were immediately buried with Oscar's great stride.

Tong, and his heel hits a sticking wall.

There was no more later.

"I didn't even like you. Not as much as I'd like to apologize for the other day."

"Huh..."

What was that before, in the dining room? Do you really like it, but why is it in the past?

What I wanted to hear was like a mountain, but it was no match for the power of the elbow, which was also strewn over the overhead wall.

"But you're also a top nobleman - now. You wouldn't even allow this beautiful piece of hair to hurt you, would you?

And I got a bunch of hair, and Leo almost glanced.

(My hair's being targeted. Ugh!?

"Or do you, or do you, want your hair,?!?

"Naturally. There's no way you don't know it's worth it, is there?

"So, but, seniors, have a good amount too...!

Oscar threw up bitterly.

"Ha! Is it an enemy to you? A tiny amount of money has been paid to the church to amplify it, and it's finally being spent on life extension."

Leo almost looked away unexpectedly.

Is the amount of Oscar's hair left in the wind headlight state anymore? It's amazing that Zura doesn't make you feel bad at all.

And is Harald receiving the money to treat his hair thinning? Surprisingly creepy.

"Or, or I'll give you my hair,"

"Lie. You always do. Look at this, hanging what we want, reaching out and striking it off. Wouldn't that hurt a woman's hair that way?

Is that what Lena was saying, "Hair is life itself"?

But Leo is not in the nature of adhering to hair mass at all - and anyway, I know this hair is going to grow quickly due to magic - I was just feeling depressed, and if they wanted that much, I didn't mind just offering my hair or anything.

"Okay."

"Ha. From now on, before you slap a big mouth at something you can't even do -"

"This much, okay?

In the gap where Oscar raised his upper body in exasperation, Leo slipped through his sides and took the holy sword that had been decorated on the altar.

"What?"

"Is this enough?

Zaku...

Grab a glossy brunette unconstructively and move your sword around the bottom of your ear. The holy sword, which seemed surprisingly well-cut, sliced Leo's hair off smoothly.

"- Nah..."

Oscar peels his eyes a little. Rarely, he seemed to be unable to carry on two sentences.

"You......!

"Not enough, is it?

Leo tilted his neck with a dust. Anyway, it's not bright in the way you make it. Perhaps this length would suffice, but was it not enough?

"What-! If you were such a superior nobleman, you must have had enough in one strip...!

His arms were grabbed with a smudge, and shaken Leo nearly turned his eyes.

"No, because that's just..."

It just won't be enough.

"Senior Oscar. I'll give you."

Hair cut off from the human body is something creepy.

When he pressed his opponent with too much hair on both hands, Leo, who didn't want it returned, decided to overlap his sales talk.

"Seniors and I, very similar. So. It's okay."

I'll just emphasize that the hair quality is obviously different but I ignore it all the time there and it's the same brunette. It's okay, I'm sure you won't feel uncomfortable when you do. - Probably.

"Important stuff, feelings I don't want to lose, I know. It's okay. Hope, don't throw it away."

"Leonora von Harkenberg......!

Was it good to describe the rest of the hair, wrapped in oblate, Oscar has finally tided his cheeks and embraced Leo.

That's the finest grade, I can't breathe because of my age and my big physique.

But Leo withheld his protest as both hands holding him trembled fine and seemed quite moved to observe from the hot cheeks he had buried in his head.

I'm sure that's all that was awesome about bald fear.

"Thank you......! Thank you, Leonora......!

Eventually Oscar, who let himself go, placed his hands on both shoulders and peered into his face. Sweet blue eyes, slightly moist.

"No, thank you…" snorted Leo, unconscious of doing so much to be appreciated, pulling a little.

I thought he was a cool senior, but is his emotional expression unexpected?

"How can I thank you..."

Leo was overwhelmed, but he returned to me with a "thank you" word.

(Even if you don't want to, lend me one to pick up the Bernstein Chamber of Commerce......!

I get consideration for something totally worthless to me - instead of blaming it on me, I got it! and innocently pleasing is leo quality.

He was Leo, who was suddenly teasing down the calculator in his head about what to impose on his Oscar opponent, who probably seemed grateful to himself, but he looked up all the time.

(Absolutely not if you're doing that now.)

Yes, I went to church to help me escape the Alberto siege. If I were so trapped by the immediate greed, I wouldn't be able to leave the college for long.

Chucking his mouth with the power of his will, soon to utter "Ooh Carl Heinz Reimund Gold Coin," Leo spinned his words carefully.

"… then, to me, cooperation, will you?

"Cooperation...?

To his sudden offer, Oscar leaned his neck in surprise.

Leo nods "yes".

Yes, I decided to change the target because I was originally trying to get Harald's help.

"I, I really, really need to get out of this college right away"

"Out? Why?"

"... Richiert, we're on our way"

Leo worried about how far he had told the story. Hopefully, "I'm going back to Lower Town because I can't tame such a celebrity college!" You just have to pass it on to the other person with as much nuance.

Oscar seemed to stare at him all the time and quickly indulged in a number of possibilities with a head he was credited with excellence, but in the end, he never asked why he wanted to go down to Richiert.

"... ok. And you're just gonna have to help me with that, right?

"Yes!"

Leo's face gleams all the way to an unexpected and easy agreement.

"Map, please. School to Richiert's. Hopefully, it will take a few minutes of the day, the…"

"Okay, let's arrange a road bank, too. I don't know what's going on, but some hard-mouthed inns."

Leo's mood soared due to the hand-windling of the merchant himself who could.

"Leave, I said. Are you going to come back to college after you head to Richiert?

It was an Oscar question to explore sincerity. But I thought Leo was simply asked if Road Bank wanted one way or a round trip.

"Uh, I'm going back!

I decided to put a round-trip charge on it.

What, it can happen when you can't go back to what you were going to go back.

"Right..."

Oscar gives me a look of no heart or relief. But Leo was excitedly leaping his chest toward the escape plan to come, without being stuck with it at all.

(Lucky you! You're going to escape safely and luxuriously!

After all, it's great to be able to travel without cutting any money.

Leo listened very honestly to Oscar's advice that it would take about a week to arrange, or if he was thinking about a secret escape, that it would be a good time for a magic presentation just two weeks later - because there would be many visitors coming from outside the academy.

And, just like the son of a wealthy merchant, to Oscar, who asks, "Is that all you need?" Leo decided to get on with it and do just one more favor.

"Senior Oscar. Please."

"What?"

"Reason, don't ask, about me, will you believe me"

He gently took the hand of his slightly eyed opponent, and Leo told him with all his heart.

"No matter how respected or right someone seems, will you believe me more than that person"

Specifically, no matter how cleverly Alberto with a good mouth has tried to catch himself, I'd like you to take your side and let him get away with it.

Oscar didn't say anything for a while, staring into Leo's eyes, but eventually,

"- Okay. Let's carve it on your chest."

He acknowledged it. It seems that he will have an extraordinary respect for the savior of hair, who is not the Messiah.

Leo leaked a relieved breath, "Good," he muttered.

"Leonora von Harkenberg"

When I was called up and raised my face, my eyes met with blue eyes that dwelt in serious light.

"Again, I'm sorry about the other day. You must be a rumor - no, a more noble and abnegate person than people rumor. I did something to humiliate you."

"Oh, no"

Instead, as for Leo, I just had a free meal, albeit extremely first.

Without worrying, he shook his head, and Oscar smiled all the time after he rounded his eyes. Pretty rare minutes, quite powerful.

"Not at all...... They're obsessed."

"What?"

"No."

He was going to make a monologue, and Oscar won't repeat it.

When you re-grip the dark hair in your hand,

"When my sister recovers, I'd love to see her. I'll be delighted."

For some reason I suddenly shook up the subject of my sister.

"Ha...?

It's probably that kind of merchant's habit to introduce family to someone you like.

Either way, the Bernstein Chamber of Commerce and Leo, who is most welcome to have more handouts, nodded vaguely.

"Okay, sorry, but excuse me. I need to see Camilla and the medical magician before the caged magic disappears."

"Huh...?

I thought I heard some strange words, Leo, blinking his eyes.

"We'll get back to you when we have all the arrangements. Make sure you're satisfied."

Oscar gently dropped his mouth on his glossy lying hair in his hand.

- Hang it in this hair.

That's how I just leave church.

Later, only Leo was left exposed to cold, thin necks and standing up on the spot.

"... Camilla? A doctor, a magician?

Could it not have been about the hair...?

For a moment, that was the idea that came to me, Leo, but the last time I remembered the "swear of my hair" that Oscar left, I shook it off. I was so stubborn in my hair, it must still be a hair relationship.

"... here we go"

Out of time, I was ready to leave the college.

All we have to do is wait for Oscar to get back to us.

Leo left church with a rough nose as he caressed his refreshing hair satisfactorily.

Compassion is not for people.

Sometimes you do good things, and so on and so on.