Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

In the office, I was running a pen on parchment for official documents.

Formal verbal use, formal typeface, and formal signature as an aristocrat.

Combined all of them into a valid document.

At the end of the day I checked that all the way through my head to my ass and snapped, "Okay."

Concon there, and the door was knocked.

"Who?

"It's me."

"Sister?"

The door opened and my sister showed up.

She is nicotine and has an envelope with both hands.

"Take a look, brother, father."

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"I got this,"

"What's that?

"It's a letter from Erica, she suddenly showed up in front of me"

"To?"

Pokanne, as much as I could hear a phonetic sound, I became a beautiful poker.

My sister turned to me like that, opened the envelope, took it inside, and read it to her.

It's a text I've heard of.

Word for word, it's a sentence that's no different from what Lina was getting.

"What am I going to do, brother? Dad, you're going to be my brother's father's wife."

After reading it, my sister said so in a theatrical tone.

I'm finally nibbling.

I stood up, headed towards my sister, and took up every envelope of letters.

"Oh."

"Oh man!

Keep the window open and throw it down against the sky.

That's not enough, stick your hands alternately toward a letter that's about to star.

"Oh, my God!

and fired a magic bullet in a row.

Obvious overkill, the letter disappeared without a trace in the air.

"Ooh."

Sister looked at it, puffy, and handed it small.

"I'll do it, Hermes. But don't do that."

"I don't think my sister should receive this letter"

"No, it's not, it's the way to do it"

"Oh?

"No, you did."

"To?"

What's this all about? and see your sister.

"According to what the first generation heard from your ancestors, an attack that releases magic into orbit is called 'Lose Furagu'."

"I don't know why. What the fuck?"

"Promised defeat tactics," he said.

"I don't know why you left something behind. The first generation."

I sighed and went back to my chair again.

Finally, check the finished text again and try to seal it.

"What were you doing, Hermes?"

"Is this it? It's a document that gives way to the housekeeper."

"Huh?"

"I'm on a journey with my sister-in-law.

"Oh man!

My sister snapped it out of my hand and threw it out the window with a fancy form.

The heavy-duty parchment text quickly became a star.

"Ah, I wrote it because of you. What are you doing, sister?"

"That's the dialogue over here. Hermes is what you're doing?

"No, 'cause there's gonna be a big fight like this, right? I'm the cause, and if I'm not here, we can avoid that, right?

Hermes, you're tired.

"I guess so."

"For that reason, Your Majesty can't possibly admit it."

"Ugh..."

Maybe, definitely, your sister's right.

If His Majesty the King, he can't admit to my - hiding for this reason.

Rather...

"You might officially start a war with Karamba because you ran after Hermes."

"Ugh..."

Something like that was a sight I could normally imagine.

Normally, we're talking about "dumb" to the point of kicking ass, but it's that king, Your Majesty.

It's not really weird to do that, there's so much happening that it makes you think so, there's been a build-up so far.

"Yes, Hermes, let's go on a trip. You might want an example hot spring."

"Travel?"

"Immerse yourself in a hot spring and refresh yourself."

"That's what I'm saying."

Hermes, you're tired.

My sister uttered the same dialogue twice.

"Your Majesty would not consider ceding the housekeeper for such a thing, if it were a regular hermes, he would have immediately figured it out. Before I write such a nasty thing."

"Yes... maybe"

A document that works with parchment.

Formal wording, formal typeface, formal signature.

That all stinked.

My sister's right, you'd think that if I were you, I wouldn't be able to smell like trouble or anything before I do it.

"Hermes is losing his judgment right now. It's a good idea to stay a little away from here and refresh with a hot spring or something"

"But what if I leave this place now and they attack me in the meantime?

"Hermes is still tired. Without Hermes, the Demon King can't move. It doesn't pose any threat."

"Ugh... indeed"

Kaori is the most powerful creature on earth, inherently fearful.

But the Kaori are chained, chains put on by the former demon king that we must not fight each other unless we are more opponents than each other.

If I'm gone from here, there's really nothing Kaori can do.

My sister pointed that out to me, and I accidentally groaned.

"Well, there's still Erica. Her purpose is to drop this place. Even if Kaori can't move, she can move."

"That's the easy part. I'll take a stand."

"Put up a bill?"

The sister smiled silently, approaching the concierge and running a pen sarcastically on the paper.

"All you have to do is build this on the route that Erica expected to march on."

"What? What? 'It would be hard if you attacked me when I was away'... Is this it?

"Erica is scared of hermes hating her right now."

"Really?

"It is. That's the maiden heart, your sister assures you."

That's what my sister said, she literally strained her chest.

I don't know, but I'm very confident.

It was like a word coming from a hands-on experience, convincing.

"So if you keep this up, you won't have to be without Hermes"

"Well...... no, still not good"

"What is it?

"If I put this up, it'd be like admitting to the whole world that I'm liked by Erica."

"Is there such a letter out there already?

"Ugh."

I groan again.

You're right, you're right.

"Still, you can't admit it from me. Doing that really makes it fait accompli"

"Well, that makes sense, too"

"Right?"

"Then you just have to make sure Erica understands."

"... I see, you just need to be able to see the letters you're writing on the stand just Erica, huh?

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

What? You just said, "Huh?" is.

Did I say anything strange?

The sister looked out the window for a moment, surprised.

Out the window...... anything?

"No, it's nothing. Well, that would be better."

"Okay...... then the magic of that disguise Erica was doing. Arrange an array of..."

I took a new piece of paper and ran the pen.

Write up the text, then do the magic, show it to your sister.

"What do you say, sister?"

"'Only my sister can see'......?

"I'm writing next to it."

"You don't see it"

"Okay."

"By the way, what did you draw?

"I can only see Erica."

"I see."

Application of disguised magic.

Instead of being able to see by the magnitude of the force, make sure you can see it according to the wavelength of the person's power.

If it's just the strength of power, it could be broken.

But no one else can see the magic of specifying the target.

I arranged a bill.

On that stand, I wrote to Erica (,,), as my sister advised, to magically make her look like the only one.

The placards were effective.

The Karamba army, led by Erica who saw it, turned back immediately.

And - the people of Canoe Territory have honored me (,,,).

With a single unwritten plaque, Queen Karamba's reputation for leaving the army, which she leads frankly, was gained.

Between the people who knew nothing, speculation called for speculation, and rumors arose that that plaque was being slammed something that would destroy an army.

I found that out later. I held my head, but my sister said something.

"You were really tired, Hermes. I wish I had written to you normally."

And he looked at the poor man like he looked at him.