Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

Fioria received Lorens' letter when she was visiting the aristocratic school in Tristana, the king's capital.

"Yeah, that sounds kind of tough"

The letter was enclosed with a letter of intimidation that reached my brother Marcos.

"Take my blade of rebellion. Redeem your sins with your life."

The letter of intimidation begins with such a sentence that the sender's body is written down as being difficult.

Says he (she?) was betrayed twenty years ago in Jihad (Reconquista) and seriously wounded dying.

It was supposed to feed the demons, but the “witches” who lived in the Black Forest helped them and managed to take their lives.

After that, he toured the countries of the East with the witch, and this time, he returned to the Belgian continent to take revenge?

Who is the sender after all?

Clues are only meaningful initials.

"W.H., hey"

W = Winfield

H = Heinkel

His brother Marcos thinks so and says he is frightened by Heinkel's shadow.

"If it's initial, isn't it the other way around?

My first name is Heinkel and my last name is Winfield.

Initials should be H. W.

In the Oriental style, because it will be a last name first name, it is never a mistake even for W.H.… but it caught on very well.

"Dear Fioria, why do you look so difficult?

"If you'll excuse me... please take your time here."

"Sister, if you don't mind, may I call our samurai......?

There are lots of ladies gathered around Fioria.

He is currently visiting his alma mater's Tristana aristocratic school.

I was going to go home with a few memorabilia stories with the teachers, but they immediately surrounded me.

- Genuine. - Genuine. Dear Fioria.

Flying is yellow cheer.

It's treated like an idol, but apparently the martial arts tradition of the "storm empress” is still being told after twenty years.

Said he uncovered the school director's wrongdoing three days after enrollment and fished him upside down from the rooftop?

Said he dropped the Staff of Divine Punishment on the Pope, who devours the profits with absolution marks, that he was the one who cut off the proxy of God?

Says he's turned the home of a drug organization spreading in the Wang capital into a crater?

... I think it's a little exaggerated, but, well, rumor is something like that.

"Thank you, but I'll be fine."

Fioria smiles.

Just because the usual gesture was Rin, its soft expression attracted the ladies by becoming a huge gap.

A third of them moisturize their eyes, and a third lean their cheeks red, and a third fall limp and are supported by their squire.

"…… I don't know, it's amazing"

That's right, Fioria, too, has to be surprised by this situation.

Guys, isn't this a little too exciting?

I'm glad you admire me, but at this rate, I can't even make it to the old ball.

"It's like a disaster. … well, it's a loud noise if you try it on me."

An arrogant mouthful, like looking down somewhere.

One young man approaches, teasing his hair in shades like burnt butter.

The face through the nostrils was quite neat, and the silver-edged glasses gave an intelligent impression.

"Nice to meet you, Unhealed Virgin. My name is Carl Levante."

……

Fioria was silent.

I turned a cold glance and removed Carl's appearance from my sight.

"Oh, are you ignoring me? As you may not know, I am the son of Pope Howl III, right?

……

Fioria still doesn't say anything.

“Unhealed Virgin” is one of her disdains.

It was too disrespectful to call me by that name, and I decided I didn't have to bother.

"Rex, I'll be on my way to Lorens in a minute. Get a carriage."

"We've already arranged it."

"Thank you. You're excellent."

Fioria and Rex try to leave the aristocratic school as it is...... but

"Damn it! Don't get on with it because you're a Duke's woman! Such a thing, compared to the authority of the Church, is like garbage!

Apparently, a young man named Carl, has a very low boiling point.

When I stood in front of Fioria, I turned my face bright red and yelled at her.

"……… ha."

Sighing Fioria.

Here at last, Carl and I looked at each other.

Tighten, lighten, and gaze at the jade eyes.

"Huh..."

Tumble curls.

I lose Fioria's intimidation, and I can't say anything.

Two, three steps and retreat, causing your legs to snap.

Though I didn't have to make a critical fall, I don't look very good.

"……… at least be able to look back. You're so boring right now."

Fioria lifting her hair.

Behind my back, the yellow cheer rose several times today.

Looking back, the ladies are turning their sparkling gaze towards us when they do.

Some of them were inspired by their willingness to create or even started sketching out Fioria's appearance.

Waving small at them, some lost their minds just that.

In about half a day the carriage reached the seaside countryside town.

Visit Lorens' house with patience to avoid making unwanted noise.

"I'm afraid you'll come a long way, Fioria."

"Let's not be a hassle courtesy, Lorens. Each other, shoulders, right?

"……… I see."

Lorens smiles with a favorite smile.

Twenty years had turned him into a tough man.

The body feels disappointed and muscular, and the skin is sunburned well.

The rusty hair is put together behind him in an atmosphere like a trader.

"Thank you. He came here to talk about it. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. It's a corner, so I'd like to ask you, don't you resent me?

Anyway, it was Fioria who caused his brother Marcos to be pursued by the papal throne in the first place. As a result, my parents' Martius Chamber of Commerce was devastated and put in a critical situation of dereliction of business.

As for Lorens, I guess I can't help but resent Fioria.

However,

"My brother crossed a line he shouldn't have done as a priest. Oyaji was silent about it. Then you deserve to be punished."

He tries to say it out loud.

As she shrugged her shoulders slightly, a silver pendant shaken with a dice molded at the floating neck of her clavicle.

"I'm a man who plans to keep his name in history. Great men have their frustrations, don't they? It was easy to rebuild a chamber of commerce."

That's a strength to be Lorens, but in fact, he's rebuilding the Martius Chamber of Commerce almost on his own.

Speaking only of the area, he beat up the second best profit after the Granford Chamber of Commerce.

"In the meantime, may I see Marcos?

"Fine. Just don't be surprised it's so different than it was 20 years ago, okay?

Lorens spills a naughty smile.

I hear Marcos is currently in his room.

When Fioria visited, indeed, Marcos was transformed like someone else.

Where is the luxurious flesh of Tapu, rather, thin as a stick?

The eyes that were once cloudy with greed are neat and clear.

He has a kind of enlightened look.

"That's a hiccup, Mr. Fioria. I used to say a lot of rude things. I'm reflecting."

"……… Who are you?

"Marcos Martias, a man who was once the Pope of his predecessors.... I've repented my life in the last 20 years."

haha, and marcos of laughter as objectively as.

"The eagle has sinned. Shortly after they chased the Pope's throne, they sent out a request to the resentful, Eastern assassins. Kill Heinkel. … every deed returns to itself. I've been thinking about it for a couple of days, but I think the eagle is going to be killed without daring to resist."

"……… yeah."

Fioria nodding intriguingly.

"If that's your answer, I can't interfere..."

"Why not?

"Because the Lord of the Letters of Intimidation is not necessarily Heinkel.... Just wait three days. I'll give you an answer in the meantime."

Then within two days, Fioria broke the truth.

"…… I didn't know it was a selfie."

"Marcos and Lorens madness, do you mean?"

Rex's question.

But Fioria shook her head.

"No. You two are deceitful, pathetic victims. Perhaps the killer will come looking like a detective from now on. Build your own case and solve it yourself. What the hell do you want to do?... Well, fine. Let's wait and see if we can skin it off."

And the next day.

One guest visits the Martius Mansion.

"From a certain point of view, you heard that the previous Pope, Mr. Marcos, was in crisis. I'm here to help you."

That's a young man with scorched butter hair.

When I look in the mirror or glass, I fix my hair fine.

Three days ago, he called Fioria the Unhealed Virgin.

It was Carl Levante.