Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Bianca looked up all the time.

(I did hear that now. The voice of the Spirit......!

I took them away earlier, not the wind, the creek spirits, etc.

A more noble, graceful, female voice.

"Dear Bianca. Now my voice..."

The girl looks strange and compares herself to Bianca, who stands apart.

"Why...? Oh, no way, Master Bianca's clothes......?

The girl looked seriously at the fabric wrapped around her hands, but Bianca, who had heard the voice of the Spirit for a long time, was no longer concerned about it.

"Leonora! This way! From here, I hear voices! I'm sure she's the lady from the lake!

Blush in excitement and point to a point in the woods.

Forgetting the pain in her leg, Bianca scratched the bush.

…………

Thus, Bianca lost her words to the sight that suddenly popped into her eyes.

The girl, who hastily chased the cage with one hand, also stood up with her big purple eyes open.

What was there was such a beautiful lake.

Hit and change from the depressed forest, not even one of the shadow-dropping branches, a blow-out lake surface.

Soon the sun's rays, which had risen heavenly, sparkle as if the entire lake were to emit light.

The water is transparent everywhere, like delicate glass that breaks when you touch it. The rocks surrounding the lake and the roots of the trees that are sinking beneath the water also reveal their appearance in clear lake waters.

This is exactly the Lake of the Spirit.

The suckers were endless, graceful waters of life.

"Oh my..."

Beautiful, he groaned, and Bianca returned to me all the time.

We came running over with excitement, but we went here to apologize for vandalizing the woods as representatives of our students and quell the wrath of the Spirit. It was not if it was seen as beauty, etc.

Seeing, the girl next door is about to dip her hands in the lake fluttering with her lukewarm eyes.

Bianca hastily pulled the girl's arm and called to the lake with a ringing voice.

"My name is Bianca von Weitzzecker. He who binds the students who have stepped into this forest. Lady of the lake, please show yourself."

But after saying so much, Bianca realized.

Speaking of which, my mentor used to say that the Spirit basically only speaks ancient Erandean.

For example, if we're going to talk about getting into it - and this one's in a position to apologize - I thought we should speak Ellandic to suit them.

Look out for the girl next door.

If that means Elandean, I'm better at girls than I am.

If it had been Bianca before, I would have been shy to cut it out, but not now. She politely aspired to the girl with the awareness that she was ill-founded in Elandean.

"Hey, Leonora. I'm sorry, could you please interpret the words to the Lady of the Lake? Thanks, I can understand the language from over there, but I still feel rude that this one speaks Weitz."

"Fine... Ancient Ellandic, then, perfectly, you can't translate, maybe?

"Fine. I don't mind having it translated in your nuances. I think it's better than Weitz just because it's Ellandic, and the feeling of apology itself is something that should be conveyed with attitude"

Instead of apologizing to Leo, I was only willing to nego, so the decision was very dangerous, but Bianca didn't realize it and went on facing back to the lake.

"Again, My name is Bianca von Weitzzecker. The head of the students who stepped into the woods today. And my friend, Leonora von Harkenberg. Lady of the lake, please show yourself."

prompted by a proper gaze.

Leo managed to tell it like it, remembering the Erlandic novel of the times.

My name is Bianca von Weitzzecker. Longer junior year. Once again, it's my friend's - Oh, this, it's me - Leonora von Harkenberg. My hobby is to count copper coins. Lady of the noble Lake Reiki, show your honor before our eyes. "

I thought it might be less impressive to just name it, so I'll try to incorporate a subtle hobby.

(Icebreaks are the basics of business!

Ancient Errand, or simply Errand, stinky, stinky, but happy or unhappy, Bianca never noticed it.

And, at that time, the lake, which was gently watered, swayed loosely, and the area around the center rose.

It became like a water column. It eventually fell as it shook off the water and took the shape of a person once it reached a height that reached the clouds.

Hair tied high is silver like moonlight, eyes cut long are cold blue like a winter lake surface.

A woman with a clear but sensual limb wrapped in a light water-colored dress - without deception, Lady of the Lake.

It was Mebkiur Siegelius Uzmakirke Carnellient.

Bianca exhales softly into the carnellient who showed up in response to the call.

but the LORD of his glorious beauty,

- What can I do for you, son?

I heard him ask, and I panicked and tightened my mind.

Hi, this voice that sounds directly to the brain is neither Weitz nor Errand.

Meaning stains like water all the time, but so the voice rocked Bianca's emotions directly.

My knees are going to tremble on the noble aura just to show its appearance in my eyes.

"Have mercy. … begged for mercy, I came"

I manage to say enough that I'm about to clog my words.

Then next door, the girl translated Bianca's statement in grandeur.

"Begging for charity, Aishan Shizuku"

It is a shabby and tacky proclamation.

To that statement, Carnellient blinked her silver eyelashes and frowned in a grumpy manner.

- What the hell?

Bianca rushed.

It's not a good idea to buy this fearful Spirit wrath. For one thing, I panic and kneel on the spot in an attempt to show obedience. The girl next door quickly imitated it as well.

"I know a hundred things about being disrespectful. But I can't help but make this wish to save a hundred lives. Please, have mercy. That way, at your feet, there will be countless kisses from devout believers"

"I know a hundred hard negos. Now, should we keep this wish, this offer, to make a hundred dollars? Go ahead, apply it. Grace. That way, at your feet, there will be countless donations and donations from believers'

If I were Leo, I'd be a hundred times happier with donations and donations than with pious kisses.

I still thought I should present the benefit of tickling the other person's mind, so I snuck in and modified the negotiating material.

What, is the scope of the interpretation.

- Hmm.

The lady gave a whimsical look on her noble face and leaned her neck slightly.

- Just a mouthful of sweet words, pepper. I mean, then what do you want?

Apparently, it's somewhat of a listening attitude.

Bianca put her hands together and shouted in a prayerful voice.

"Go ahead, spill your eyes on the students...!

"Go ahead, provide water! Then, eliminate the water shortage! Low price stability of perishable goods and market peace!

Leo's, it's no longer beyond the realm of meaning. It's just an ambition filled with desire.

But when the carnellient raised his silver brow with pleasure, he howled over a gavel containing laughter.

- Honest and strong wishes, I don't hate them.

Because intense emotions are the only brilliance that a son of a lowlife can have.

A delightful color seeps into their faces.

But the noble Holy Spirit went on.

- But you can't just make it happen.

If you want my help, praise the name of my truth.

It's Mebkiur Siegelius Uzmakirke Carnellient.

But sooner than Leo answered it with exasperation, Carnellient put up his right arm all the more.

With a fierce grin on his beautiful face.

- And before I do,... I wish I could slip through the baptism of the lake!

As she waved her arms down, the whole lake twisted, and the water hit both of them simultaneously!

"Ahhh!

Bianca screams. Leo stepped forward to protect her.

"Buuuuuu"

He was hit hard in the face by the massive amount of water that hit him, and leaked a creeping scream.

(Say no! It's watered! I drank water! Oh, that's this water. Ugh!

Less thought of confusion slips diagonally, but not quite.

If you notice, they were dragged down to the center of the lake, hanging by a swirl of water.

Now the Leos are standing and swimming in the middle of a raging lake with only a hard face.

Leo swore to his heart that he would never crouch, even if he found a tea column on the liquid surface of the tea in the future.

Because I found out how painful the tea pillars were.

"... cum, cum, cum!

Bianca was desperate to spit the water into her trachea, bulging and rumbling.

Blessed with motor nerves, she's good at swimming, but even if she's swirled by water currents as she goes around, it's not the story. My body twists when I get distracted, and I'm about to be dragged straight to the bottom of the lake.

At the edge of her sight, the girl seemed to suffer as well.

I want to help you, but I can't.

Bianca, seeping through her physiological tears, said, "Leo, no... la...! shouted."

and then.

- Well, Master Bianca. Can't you save one of your friends?

Somehow Natalia's voice echoed behind her brain, and Bianca peeled her eyes a little.

(hey...... what!? Why, Sister Natalia!? Where!?)

Though he makes his gaze wander with his crippled body, he can't see his cousin.

What do you mean, I don't know, this time a man's voice sounded.

- Too bad, Bianca.

If you don't have enough magic for the Imperial family to even take away the feeling of thinking of a friend, what the hell will remain? [M]

The good voice is Alberto.

Bianca faded to its content more than that his voice sounded on this occasion.

(Brother......?

Then again, the voices blaming Bianca continue to be extended.

It's Gustav sarcastically saying that you're even going to deprive the Spirit's beloved son of his status.

It's Oscar who even fishes for friendship with confectionery, buys it for gold, and mocks it.

Surrounding. Samurai. Everyone is laughing and laughing at Bianca.

They said this verbally.

- If I take the princess's throne from you, what the hell is left?

- What can you do?

That was something Bianca has been constantly worried about here lately.

A self held up and even difficult to take into account the emotions of a friend.

What the hell can I do to myself like this?

(Stop... Don't tell me...)

Bianca's face stretched hard wet in the water.

'Cause I've been working hard.

Although it has its drawbacks, it has stretched hard to make itself worthy as a princess and a junior academic senior.

- Are you sure?

That's what someone's voice asks.

- Did you try? Is that the result of your efforts?

Even though she is an empress, she is no match for her subordinate daughter and cannot help one of her friends.

Spinning the hardest words was - Bianca's own voice.

(Stop!

Shake your head hard to the left and right.

As soon as his body was out of balance, Bianca drank a lot of water with me.

………… …………

Painful. Sad.

I can't wait.

An unconsciously stretched arm slaps the lake surface.

At that time, a white cloth sucked water jumped into Bianca's sight.

The girl broke it and wrapped it around my hand, it's shirt fabric.

It's like a girl herself, covered in blood and mud, yet still white, relieves people's pain.

- I, Master Bianca, gave you a lot of stuff.

Now the girl's voice echoed in the back of her brain.

It's not such a ferocious running, beautiful, gentle voice, like fresh water staining the dry earth all the time.

- Bianca's, beautiful hair, too, I, like it very much. And a smile.

For once, the girl didn't say she liked Bianca because she was an empress.

At the same time, she was not a winner because she was an empress.

(Yes...)

Bianca opened her unconsciously closed eyes.

Water swirls as hard as ever around, but I'm sure I'll stare at it.

Didn't I just realize that?

I'm no match for a girl. Just because you're a princess, you're not the one you can beat.

That's why I polish myself, not as a princess, but just as one person, as a girl deserves.

(I know what will remain if I am not the Empress. I'll stay myself...!

Bianca couldn't beat the splash that popped into her mouth, and shouted Rin.

"Water, refrain! I'm not such an easy woman to touch!

so that it can be worn on its voice.

- Calm down!

A low, seductive male voice echoed.

(This voice......!

Bianca looks up all the time.

At the end of his vision, by the lake, Gustav Suheiden stood.

The abundant hair sticks to the forehead with sweat, and the only robe that is loosely worn and collapsed from time to time is even more, with a full peek at the shirt underneath.

I guess you rushed me, but I found out.

"Spirits of the lake, beg in the name of the holy knight Gustav Suheiden. Escape the life of the Lady of the Lake for a moment, and let go of the child of the innocent."

Not only is his rhetoric old-fashioned, but it sounds unfamiliar.

Perhaps this is the correct ancient Erlandic.

Bianca didn't understand the contents, but the swirls of water slowly unwind and her body naturally leans to the shore of the lake.

(Thanks......)

While I was relieved, I panicked and looked next door.

There was supposed to be a brunette girl there, drawn to the lake shore, just like Bianca.

but he's not here.

"Leonora!?

Turning around a little bit, there was a girl still trapped in the running.

She's just not rambling like Bianca or anything.

He has a lukewarm look at the flow of water around him and gently stretches out his white hand.

"-... Carr, Dear..."

…………

Bianca instantly realized.

As she was poked at the weakest part of her heart earlier, the girl was also told of the sorrow in the softest part of her heart - the thought of her mother that she had lost her life in exchange for her birth.

"Master Carr... called, he's here..."

"No......! No, Leonora! It's an illusion!

"Now... beside..."

Even as Bianca raised her voice, the girl remained with a lucid smile on her face.

"Hold on, Leonora von Harkenberg!

"Leonora!"

Gustav throws down his robe and jumps into the lake, Bianca extends that arm too.

But.

"No more, let go, don't......"

Perhaps groan that you won't let go anymore.

The girl scratched out into the lake.