Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

Noontime mansion, relaxing time after you finish your errand.

In the living room, I was relaxed and stuck with Erica.

I'm no longer familiar with it, Erica's stickiness.

I'm scared of getting used to it.

Now to this extent - I thought I'd let her do whatever she wanted.

"... hey darling"

"What's up?"

And Erica remembered.

He was sticking to me, but I let go of my body, and he stares straight at me.

If you think the tone of your voice is serious sometime, the eyes you stare at are pretty serious too.

What's going on?

"Darling, don't you like being noticed?

"... why did you suddenly do that?

"Are you sure?

"Well, yeah."

I nodded quietly.

It's not about hiding it, it's more like if you'd looked at me all the time about Erica. But you'd know.

So don't hide it. I nodded normally.

"Why?"

"Well, it stinks when you get noticed and you know you have power."

"Do you smell like trouble?

"Oh. You stink."

It stinks a lot.

I can say this with confidence and clarity because I have already experienced this.

"Or better yet, if it just stinks of trouble. They know they have power, and they rely on them, and then one after the other, they say," You're the only one I can count on, "and they often work me to the point where I almost die of overwork."

"... well, there are cases like that"

Erica got annoyed.

No heart or shun.

I didn't think it was like her usual.

If you're the usual Erica, say, "That's the duty of a powerful man!" Or "Darling wouldn't die of overwork because it's a little bit with one pinky finger".

I thought you were going to tell me about the hand.

But Erica didn't say so.

I was wondering what was going on, and she looked up - a grieving, proud, very complicated face.

"Hey, darling, you know what?

"Hmm?

"Master Ricca actually died of overwork."

"What?"

Surprised.

Surprised as I thought, I saw Erica with the momentum to open my eyes.

Rica Karamba.

Person enough for Erica to profess and "borrow" her name.

She was called the greatest wise king in the history of the Kingdom of Karamba.

Erica laughs furiously and continues with an even more complicated look.

"Of course, history books don't say that. But the more research I go on, the more I just think it is. Tough with a big arm. People who are tough on others and on themselves. Every night late hundreds of affairs through corners to corners with your own eyes, the rice just properly stirs thick flavors in between"

"... that would kill me prematurely"

Even if I just listened to Erica all the time, it just sounded like the type of person who would die prematurely already.

Was that the type, Rica Karamba?

"But I'm officially denying it because it's bad for the outside world that Famous Man died of overwork. The best man in history has to be deified."

"I guess."

"But I just think it is circumstantially, because I eventually know who I know, and if three people know what a secret is, it's something that eventually leaks."

"You said that before."

Erica, I smiled bitterly at the expression.

But that's exactly it.

When they know they have power, work gathers at that human place.

The most free man in the world is an incompetent nobleman.

Busy there are ordinary people.

Competent aristocrats are put to work (,,,,) without rest from morning to evening.

That's why I wanted to hide my power and live in secrecy.

"Well, that's quick talk"

I smiled, shrugged my shoulder, and told Erica.

"That's why I don't want to stand out."

"Yeah, I'm convinced. I was wondering why, but I was convinced that Darling thought so."

With that said, Erica looks at the idea with a nagging addition and subtraction.

Do you understand?

If so...... thank you.

For the first time in my life, I wonder if Erica will be the one to help me "I don't want to be serious".

The Erica looks up and smiles with a full face.

"Well... you don't have to stand out"

"You don't have to stand out. - What do you mean?

"Wait, darling, Erica, because I'm going to do my best!

That's what Erica said, standing up all the time and leaving the room.

"Oh, man."

I'm suddenly late.

A hand stretched out to clasp cuts the sky.

... trying, what?

What are you trying to do, Erica?

I had a bad feeling.

I had a really bad feeling about it.

I had a very bad feeling.

I had a bad feeling there was nothing I could do, but moving from this side was going to make the situation worse and worse, and Erica's dialogue of "you have to stand out" became a stopper.

It's the same as an executive, and I wish you would keep that concept - huh?

And I thought,

After a few days, the office after the errand.

In exchange for Miss and the others, my sister came into the room.

You look tired, Hermes.

"Sister, right there."

I sit in a chair and stretch.

Even if it's sloppy, the executive is the clerk.

In the end, I'm tired, and my shoulders are rubbing.

I stretched out, wrapped my shoulders around, turned my joints over there, and loosened up the dust myself.

"Is there no one here today?

That's what my sister said, she was nibbling.

She tends to be happy that I'm getting along with other girls.

Erica's been hanging out with me lately, so my sister is always in a good mood to watch it.

"Well, yeah."

"Isn't Erica here?

"You haven't seen it in the last few days. Well, she's busy too."

Whatever. She's the queen of Karamba.

Erica's not the kind of woman to leave the government alone because she's putting it in me.

It was the same way she worshipped Rica Karamba, who encouraged her to do business, dedicating all her time to the man she liked.

I guess saying you can't come means you're busy for that matter.

"Really? Looks like you're busier than expected."

"Hmm? You know something, sister."

"Yes. Dear Erica, rumor has it you're busy with Kakel's ritual"

"Do you want to call me?

What the hell is that?

"Don't you know, Hermes?"

My sister was a little "nigga" again, like that.

... Oh, I have a bad feeling.

He felt it a few days ago. He hit me back.

"Wait, sister."

I put my hands together and held my temples with my other hand.

"What's wrong, Hermes?"

"Well, what's with the call?

"You can't force a man not to know. It's a ritual passed down among the nobles of the five kingdoms, especially the royalty."

"Ritual"

"When the owner of the house becomes a woman, it's what you do when you don't want your son-in-law in public because of all kinds of circumstances."

"... heh"

"We all have a lot of things to do. You know, when I was in love with a different person, hey."

"I see."

It's a common story in plays.

"When I perform the Kakel ritual, I don't want to be on the table with this woman, but I have a partner. It will be kept secret."

"Secretly."

"When the royal family does that, it's a pretty tough thing to do, and people who leak it are about to be put to death if they suck."

"... Really?"

I nodded, and the point was made.

I see. Is this what Erica said the last time that day, "I'm going to try my best"?

If a leaked person is tough enough to be sentenced to death, it would be quite effective.

Erica is particularly unforgiving.

I could put a seriously leaked person to death.

The other guy... well, maybe it's me, and the story of me being my partner is a little catchy, but I thought maybe this would do.

I thought... my sister was nibbling for some reason.

"What's up, sister? You got something else?

"It's nothing. Speaking of which, I just thought she said something like this."

"Like this?

"'If the three of you knew, secrets wouldn't be a secret.'"

"... ah"

"Ugh. When you try to humbly hide something, it's gonna be extra hard when you find out."

I held my head.

That's what my sister said before, and it's proven.

Is that what Erica was saying...?

Shit, it's not a bad place.

Instead of the three of us, this story is about four or five people, or maybe ten if we suck.

It's decided to spread the word... and it's going to be a lot harder to find out.

"... whoops"