Ore no Isekai Shimai ga Jichou Shinai!

The end of October, about a few days after Mr. Crain's raid.

I'm headed to Viscount Relick's territory again. It is said that the installation of trolleys and the like has begun, so it is the inspection.

By the way, the companions are Alice and Sophia, plus Elsa the escort. What is more, it is the strongest party on the battlefield. I don't care who attacked this... let's stop it, it's going to flag it.

Anyway, it was the Viscount's mansion that got there. When I arrived today, a servant greeted me and sent me to the reception room. That's how I'm going to call my husband - and he's just waiting.

"Mmm... you said you were going to ask today, but I wonder what that means to be waited"

"Sophia, don't say that. It's convenient for them."

"So much so... because that happened last time, uh-huh"

I don't know how you feel. But I don't know, they're still waiting a few minutes. I am too angry at anything at all, even though I am not particularly rude in my response.

"Hey Sophia, was it that bad last time?

"It's not like it's terrible, Sister Alice. Lion, you have a lot of attitude when your brother says hello, and in the first place..."

Towards Alice, line up dissatisfaction. Looking sideways at Sophia like that, Elsa, who had refrained behind him, brings her face closer.

"I feel like someone's watching me"

"I guess..."

Something like a peephole often exists in the reception room in noble mansions.

To observe and gather information on what the waiting visitors will do, and then to facilitate the discussion.

"... If you're aware, are you sure you don't want to stop?

Ear-throated Elsa turns her gaze at Sophia, who is pounding her anger.

I know what Elsa feels worried about. I don't know if it's Mason himself or the servant who wants to know how this is going... because he's complaining about the Viscount family.

"Never mind. Or do you think those two won't notice the signs that we'll notice?

Alice with the benefit of sign perception and Sophia, a melee specialist. Maybe in this situation right now, even if I throw something out of the blind spot, they'll deal with it flatly.

Those two can't be unaware of the eavesdropping. In other words, after realizing it, I'm turning my frustration on them.

"Is that what you say?... That's horrible."

"The women of the Granchez family are just unforgiving."

"... I can't agree with that. Because I spare my life, too."

"That's the truth."

... or maybe it's time to stop. I was angry last time, rather than saying Sophia was still angry, too. So I won't forgive you if you don't apologize properly - it would be an appeal.

Thinking about it, it would be counterproductive if you did too much. It's a level where I want to get away with an angry Sophia or something. That's why...

"Sophia, leave that alone. You're talking about the last time there was just an unfortunate mistake, and you're reflecting. Don't talk too much noise."

Turning to Sophia - but consciously saying it out loud to the person you are listening to. I guess I figured that out. "If that's what your brother says..." Sophia growed up.

And I guess the word reached the other guy, too. Not so much, Mr. Mason showed up. I don't know...... I look pale to see.

"Ha, thank you very much for your patience, Master Lion. And that line."

In front of the entrance, Mr. Mason, stretched out his pin and spine, bowed his head in a blink. Even though it's not the attitude of the nobles... we take our seats and say hello back.

"I'm sorry to keep you busy."

"No way! From Mr. Lion's visit, there is no priority. Sorry to keep you waiting, dude! Yes, I was wondering what clothes to wear to see Master Lion!

You're a maiden who's gonna be late for her first date! Keep the penetration to heart only.

But it seems to have become like irony about being waited for. I just purely cared, and it wasn't a yammie or anything.... So Sophia, it's a good job. Feel like it, stop putting your cosy thumbs up.

"I can't believe it, I don't care what you've been waiting for. Last time..."

"Last time, I apologize sincerely!

Mr. Mason sat down. Somehow...... it is a brilliant flying dugout.

"Um... Mr. Mason?

"I have been contacted in writing by Master Clairedil. You are the true ruler and the one who will receive the favor of Lord Clairedil! We were told that someone like that would come to inspect us! I'm so, so sorry!

... true ruler.... Claire. The one who gets the favor of hey. No, well, I'm not wrong. Wrong... I'm not here. Sort of.

"Please raise your head, Mr. Mason. Things are wanting. I was playing the shade man because I wanted to, so I couldn't help but be misunderstood. So I don't care."

"Oh, oh... what generous words. Mason Relic. I will never forget this great grace."

That's an exaggeration. It's a story I don't care about myself at all, so I'm having trouble getting a lot of apologies. Something makes me feel like I'm wearing power and prestige.

That's why I once again urged you to stand up. So finally, Mr. Mason will untie the dugout and stand up.

To be honest, I was more comfortable when I was being treated like an asshole. I don't know what to say, but I don't think they're in trouble.

"So, are you sure you want to come back today to inspect?

"Yes. Confirmation of the pit and confirmation of the trolley. As far as letting me read the report, it seems to be going well, but for once, I thought I'd make sure with my own eyes."

"Was I? Now it's time for me to show you."

"Ah, that's it... may I ask Trevor for guidance?

I held back Mr. Mason, who was about to make a move to guide himself. So, I guess you thought I was still mad. Mr. Mason looks at me anxiously.

"As you may know, Trevor and I are friends."

"Are you saying Trevor is a friend of Master Lion's?

"Yeah. It was synchronized at Mullet School. Haven't you heard from him?

"I did say that, but I just thought it was a beauty for my son"

"It's true. I'm still friends with him."

"Was it? But since Trevor is an impossible son, I don't think Mr. Lyon's guide will play a role. At your break, why don't you tell me you're going to turn Trevor around?

"... he's brilliant. Our school graduates with good grades, so I don't think the guide has a problem. So please take Trevor as your guide."

Shortly after I layered my wish, Mr. Mason became silent. Trevor and Mason said they weren't friends. I guess I'm thinking about that area.

But it was for a moment that I showed a bare gesture of thinking that way, and I nodded, "If Master Lion says so much, let Trevor guide me."

"You there, get ready for the carriage. And call Trevor."

Mr. Mason gives instructions to the maid quickly and turns back to this way.

"I'll call you right away, can you just give me a minute?

"Yeah, I don't mind."

- And after only formal interactions, Mr. Mason becomes silent. And of course, Sophia and Alice remain silent all the time, silence descends around them.

Me and Trevor are sincere. That should have raised Trevor's existential value for the Relics. But I don't think that'll solve everything.

But... Trevor and Mr. Mason's problem is a family matter. So I don't think it's a project that I'm going to talk about in another house. More importantly, if I inadvertently speak now, the compulsion will work.

So the rest depends on Trevor. Unless there's something else, but I think I'm going to put it down with no more mouth. But...

"Master Mason."

Alice opened her mouth, keeping her silence forever.

"You... if you say so, you didn't hear the name"

"Please forgive me for the delay in naming you. My name is Aristia."

"Oh... are you the founder of the Alice brand? I've heard rumors."

For Mr. Mason, Alice's name would be comparable to that of the Granchez family. Even though the non-aristocratic girl is the opponent, Mr. Mason answers in a polite tone.

"So, Miss Aristia. What can I do for you?

"I thought I'd tell you something a little funny."

"Interesting story...... is it?

"Yes. It's the story of Lion's childhood. Lyon was scorned at the Granchez family as a child. But still, Lion wanted to get along with his family."

"Yes, is it?

I guess it feels like half the time you were surprised by my past and all of a sudden you were surprised to say something. Mr. Mason shows a bewildered bare gesture.

To Mr. Mason like that, Alice keeps talking pale.

"Lion was not interested in status. But Lion's brother didn't believe it. I tried to get rid of Lion, and I destroyed myself. If you had brought Lyon to your side, you would have carved his name into history."

………………

You must have come this far and understood what Alice was trying to say. Mr. Mason becomes silent. But Alice still doesn't stop.

"Trevor said. He wants to get along with his father and brother."

"Just kidding. He couldn't have said that."

"Oh, does Master Mason mean I'm lying?

"No, I wouldn't say so..."

I'm denying it, but it's obvious I doubt it. Seeing Mason like that, Alice spilled a laugh with Couscous.

"I'm sorry. That's a little joke right now. I can't help but believe what my little girl tells me."

... I just said little girl about herself. He looks sixteen or seven, but he was born eight years earlier than me in this world, and he's lived about fifteen years in his previous life.

I mean, Alice is a fine lolibaba - nothing. I think so. Even then, Alice's line goes on.

"So why don't you check it out for yourself?

"... Confirm, is it?

"Successfully use the good. I consider that to be a necessary ability for those who stand on top.... Oh, my God, that's little girl bullshit. I said business, forget it."

Whatever you say about this kid right now, calling himself a little girl - he flips his foreword slightly and bows his head. Did Alice drain Mr. Mason of poison like that? Looks like he's taking Alice's word for himself calmly.

"That's the founder of the Alice brand. No, rather, it should be called the kung fu of the year"

"- Huh?

A groan that seems to run out of cloudiness. Alice looks at Mr. Mason with surprise.

"You referred to yourself as your little girl earlier, but we know that the elves will live hundreds of years as they are young. You're enough to create the Alice brand, and you must be living a long life."

I see. So was your attitude toward Alice polite?

"No, I, uh..."

"Oh, excuse me. It was rude of you to ask a woman her age."

Now.

If you're enough to be misunderstood as a few hundred, let me tell you that you were only twenty-four years old when you were born into this world! I'd like to say something like... the wolf Alice is adorable - it wasn't, Mr. Mason seems to have taken the advice honestly thanks to his misunderstanding of age, and let's keep it quiet here.