Sevens

"... where you live, it was a whole house."

I was a little surprised to see the mansion when I carried my stuff to Mr. Miranda's house.

Many students studying in academic cities lived apartments normally, and she owned a house.

I can't even think about it if you're a noble brother with gold, but that would be a very small part of the story.

Miranda, who laughed bitterly, says as if she was in a little trouble.

"You're still my oldest daughter for once. It hasn't really helped my parents, but what do you mean, Fumiko? That's how I bought the whole house. Maybe you'll sell it to someone by the time I graduate?

I guess the eldest daughter of the Circleys is learning in an academic city, but she couldn't even let her live in an apartment.

The fifth generation hears it and says:

'Fumiko matters. I mean, you don't have to worry about buying it anyway or selling it later, do you? Than that, Lyell...... how are your skills reacting?

The vigilant fifth generation told me that I quietly activated my skills.

A sixth generation of skills has identified Mr. Miranda as an ally.

The allies are blue.

Anyone who doesn't matter or thinks nothing of it is yellow.

Hostile people and demons appear in red.

There seems to be no hostility towards Mr. Miranda.

(Did you care too much?

That's what the fifth generation says.

'Don't get distracted. Maybe there's some reason why the servants are quitting... see, get in the mansion'

Grab your bags and go in first after Mr. Miranda who enters the mansion.

Single family with garden, building is two floors.

The number of rooms can be seen from the outside.

"It must be huge to live alone."

When I say that, Mr. Miranda's expression clouds for a moment.

(What's going on?

But as soon as he smiled, he shook his neck to the side.

"I have a sister. We're four sisters, but my youngest sister... she has bad eyes. That's why I'm here because I want to cure your eyes."

I came to the academic city for my sister, Mr. Miranda.

It's a beauty story if you ask, but your ancestors had the worst reaction.

The second generation said...

"Uh, no. Not if my oldest daughter does that. Besides, he's a legal aristocrat, isn't he? Normally, you'd be my wife. '

The third generation is the same.

'It's a good story, but I think it's a different place to try.'

The fourth generation, with a little care.

'I know you're a good kid, but the parents who allowed this are bad. She's my oldest daughter, isn't she? It feels beautiful and loving to see, and I'll let you marry me in the house you want to be connected to.'

The fifth generation is cold.

"Bad eye for my sister at the end? Didn't this just keep you away from your parents' house? My oldest daughter just followed me to take care of her, and you're just saying the right reasons. Well, maybe he meant it. '

Sixth generation.

'... Well, it's a good thing it's my sister's thoughts. I hope you're close to your sisters.'

When I think back to my last delicate conversation, the sixth generation may have had a lot going on between my brothers.

While sympathetic, listen to the views of the seventh generation.

"It's not uncommon for a child with a problem to stay away. Even in my time there were many things behind the rumors of claustrophobia and strange morbidity and death. Even if it's just an illness or death, strange rumors will stand well. '

What a dry clan.

I even remember being touched.

(This guy, he's a good guy)

The idea of a sister who works hard for her sister is very different from me and my sister Ceres.

(You're a little jealous. I wanted a sister like this, too. If I was there, it would have been a little different...... no, it wouldn't have changed. just more people get cold)

A monster that even twists and bends the environment.

Even my sweet parents stopped looking at me at all.

"That's a good story. I wanted a sister like that too."

When I compliment you, Mr. Miranda asks.

"Oh! Quickly, are you after me? Well, I'm anxious to be that good a sister, too. Lyell, what about your brother?

I'll be brief, anxious to see if I can make a good expression.

"I have a sister... I have one"

Do they know and ask, or did they just ask?

I can't make a decision, but in my skills, Mr. Miranda remains a blue display.

"That's good, sister! She's cute!"

"Right, right"

Forced to talk to each other, Ms. Miranda cut off the story to see if she noticed anything.

Maybe they guessed.

When I went to the kitchen with her, I put the ingredients I had bought on the table.

I've seen the mansion so far, but it's beautifully used.

Except that there are railings everywhere, it is an ordinary mansion.

"I heard you didn't have a servant, but it's beautiful"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

When the days go by, they say they can't really clean it up.

I'm being chased by classes and assignments at school, and the chores really seem to go away.

I was going to ask why I quit, but I thought it was bad for boulders, so I stopped it.

"But if it's this big, it's going to be hard to clean."

The house I used to live in Darion was cleaned beautifully by Nowem.

I didn't realize it then, but when Aria started living there, it looked like it was going to be hard to clean.

Nowem, while I think it's amazing, there's only two girls in a mansion that's more than double the size of that house...

I honestly thought it was hard.

"It is. I learned a lot about chores too..."

Mr. Miranda seems to be struggling, too.

That's when...

"Sister, are you a customer"

Looking back, there was a girl standing there. The discomfort of standing in front of the door but not looking at us even though our gaze is at us.

Third generation says.

"I wonder if this girl is the last sister you'll ever see."

Still little, she had light purple hair. Similar to Mr. Miranda, such as where he's waving.

I'm looking at this one with golden eyes, but I didn't think I could see it or focus it. Trying to come here by hand exploration, Mr. Miranda rushes over.

"Shannon! I said stay in your room."

"I'm sorry, sister... more than that, you're a customer, right? Are you a man?

Conversation, or did you guess in the atmosphere?

I'll introduce myself. I was willing to try Mr. Miranda, and I also named his last name.

Explore if the opponent is hostile with his skills.

(I wonder what you're doing? Be on guard?

"Nice to meet you, young lady. I'm Lyell Walt. I know Aria. I stopped by today to pick up my stuff."

That's what I said. I turned a smile at first.

I was reacting when I saw the girl [Shannon Circley] with the fifth and sixth generations in front of me.

"See you soon..."

"Is this a guy called Blood, too?"

I wondered, but I can't even listen back, so I observe the two of you.

Shannon was looking at me, but only then did he feel strange.

"... yes, was it? Thank you, Mr. Lyell. My name is Shannon Surkley. Miranda, this is your sister's sister. I'm sorry, I can only respond like this because I'm blind..."

Mr. Miranda speaks to Shannon, who lays down his eyes.

"It's okay, Shannon! Lyell, you don't care about that."

That's what you said and you turned your gaze on me, so I snorted.

"... thank you"

That's what they told me. I turned my smile on her.

Only for a moment, Shannon's blue indication changes from yellow to red and immediately returns to blue.

Mr. Miranda is no different.

Walt, it was Shannon who reacted when he heard the last name.

I get tea in the kitchen, and when Mr. Miranda took Shannon back to his room, I could ask him about Aramsarth.

Mainly, from her it is about the school.

He was an active student at the boulder, and he got information different from Clara about whether he was interested in all sorts of things.

"Are you the school's seven jewels? Are they amazing?

Miranda laughs at Couscous when I hear about The Seven Jets of School.

I was curious because it came out in the story, but apparently it's not who I think it is.

"It's amazing, but it's not who you think it is. Seven Jets in the sense that he's been a hell of a character since the beginning of school. Some of them are dead already, but now, maybe three? Some of them are retired, and there's only two of them left in school."

Since the beginning of the school, it seems that seven people have been named Qijie as problematic children.

"Are you just a problem child"

When I said that, Miranda said, "But you know what?"

"Normally excellent. I wonder if the school is in trouble because of its excellence. As a wizard, there are many first-rate people, and the results I've achieved are amazing... but you don't have a lot of applause."

Is he a genius?

I guess it's the type where people and values are different and not understood.

"What are they like?

"All I know is that you've grown younger and become a professor. [Damian Bale] I've never even met the other guy because he's in the Academic City Council. Damien Bale..." Damien the Doll. "

It might be really awesome to even have two names: doll user.

Listen to me about that person.

"He's a weirdo, but he's pretty good and he created his own magic called [Golem]. The skill itself seems to be for manipulating that golem, but you're an avid researcher anyway. I'm a professor, so I'm on the teaching side, but I don't mind doing that. He was immersed in research and disposed of again and again from above. I'm a lecturer now, but I'm still famous for not being motivated."

What a man.

He's competent, so he can't hang up, and he seems to be a pain in the ass.

"Aren't you normally a researcher and good?

"... when you become a professor, the research costs are different, right? So, I think I became a professor... but the research is a little terrible, so I can't seem to quit the professor myself. I can think of no budget."

What kind of research are you doing?

I thought so, I dyed my cheeks a little when Miranda explained.

"Um... you know what an automatic doll is? It's not made of magic, it's close to someone made of ancient technology, but it's like I'm going to restore it."

"Aren't you going to create it with magic tools? Is it unusual at this time... an automatic doll, is it a doll that moves on its own? Like Zenmai."

What I imagined was a toy that spins and moves Zenmai.

But Mr. Miranda says no.

"That's a little... no, it's the source of what they call a pervert, but it seems that what he wants to make is a human being himself. He said," I want to make the perfect woman. "

I was surprised by the boulder, too.

While I think I'm too honest with my desires, a man could be a dream story.

It's just...

I have Nowem.

"What an amazing man you are. Aren't you going to stop around?

"It's an automated doll of ancient technology, right? Looks like the academic city expects to benefit as well if it can be restored. In fact, he's a genius, and if he can't do it, he won't be able to go further. I'm not half enthusiastic or anything. Everyone says it wasn't Dada who was recognized by Qijie."

I understood that he was someone I didn't want to get involved with too much.

"It's just that when you ask me if I'm going to succeed, I can't seem to judge you. So it looks like they're letting you do the professing without funding the research. Even without enthusiasm, there are many wizards who want to learn Damien's magic, so it's quite popular."

(All right, let's not take that person's request)

Looking at the clock in the room, it's a lot better time now. It's not a good idea to stay here long, so I'm going home.

"You stayed a little too long. Now, if you'll excuse me.

"Oh, this is such a time already. I'm sorry. It's been a long time since I've spoken this way."

I went to school, and my sister's troubles and chores await me at home, Mr. Miranda.

I guess it's usually tough.

Can't you bring a servant from my parents' house? I thought so, but I couldn't tell you because it's not my business.

I'm just worried about Shannon, who showed hostility for a moment.

She came up with the look that I was going to take a seat with Miranda.

"That's right!

"... what's up?

Back at the inn, I talk to Nowem and Aria, who went around the realtor.

We decided to talk to each other about what happened today before we finished dinner and had a nonchalant time.

I'll tell both of you what Miranda suggested.

"... is that what you're serious about?

Aria's expression was serious.

"I thought it would be best if I did what Lord Lyell wanted."

When I saw Nowem as Nico, I thought I had a meal with Clara at noon.

(Damn it! The fourth generation says that, so you can't help but wonder)

What would Nowem think if he found out about eating with a girl?

I somehow avoided the topic and also talked about the adventurer situation around here as information Miranda told me.

That's the last topic I came up with...

"Mr. Miranda meant it. It would be better if we were here. I'm worried about my sister, and Aria would know about Shannon."

The suggestion was that if you haven't found a place to live in Aramsarth, why don't you come to the mansion?

As far as I'm concerned, is it okay for me to live in the mansion? And I wondered.

However, it is dangerous to say that security is good for you.

Miranda said it would be more convenient to have a man.

As far as I'm concerned, I was concerned about Shannon's reaction, but it was the fifth and sixth generations who voted in favour of the proposal.

Others disagree.

As a result of the discussion, I left it to Nowem and Aria to decide.

"I'm a little negative, aren't I? Was it Mr. Miranda and Shannon? It's strange that I'm the man who lives here. However, the rent is the cleaning and laundry of the mansion. I mean, do your chores. He doesn't have to worry about it when this one's at work."

I appreciate you being able to live in a mansion just to do your chores.

Looks like we have a room, and what would it basically cost to eat? Mr. Miranda said he would have that too, but I can also feel the boulders getting that far.

Aria puzzles.

"The two of you? What happened to the servant!

"I don't know. Mostly, can you hear me? Why did you quit, or something? I think there's something wrong with him because he said he was quitting a lot..."

To see Mr. Miranda, it didn't look like there was a problem.

It's just that Shannon was the one I was worried about.

(... I don't think so)

Then Aria started agreeing.

"Wow, I guess I agree. Money floats..."

A second generation struck her tongue at Aria, who suddenly changed her attitude.

This guy changed his mind.

The third generation was laughing.

'You really hate Aria the second generation. As far as I'm concerned, I disagree, but it looks like the fifth and sixth generations have an idea, and I think we could get on with this story. Ma, I guess it depends on Lyell'

The fourth generation.

"The third generation would be fine if we could go to the library, right?

Fifth generation says.

'I just want you to get on Miranda's suggestion, if you can. If you try me, they'll be descendants, too. I'm telling you, I'm your descendant, too.'

The seventh generation is dry this time.

"I'm the daughter of another house. Even if they say descendants...... well, in my time, we had a relationship between houses, and a better place than others?

The sixth generation tells me.

'Lyell, my opinion will have some problems, but I want you to get on with this suggestion. It doesn't look like the wind that's going around the Walt family, but there are things that bother me. "

Neither the fifth nor the sixth generation will tell me what concerns me yet.

It is also true that living in a mansion is more financially gratifying than living in an inn like this.

"What about Nowem?

When I hear it, Nowem thinks about it a little bit.

"Was it Mr. Miranda? Your sister is with you and your eyes are blind...... you need to make sure. Ok. I'll try to live with you and let you decide."

I'm so caught up in Nowem's response.

"What are we going to judge?

"Huh? So to the members of Master Lyell's Harlem program, isn't that right? Master Lyell likes big breasts."

Aria reacted to Nowem's mistake.

Or now I know they thought I liked big tits.

"You! I was still thinking about that! While I'm telling you that I don't have anything to do with it or I'm not interested!

I try to solve a misunderstanding in a hurry.

Nowem was laughing when he saw Couscous and us.

"Chi, no! Absolutely not! Mostly, it's Miranda I've been suggesting, not me! Nowem, do something, too!

Then Nowem, with his hand on his cheek, says with his neck clenched.

"Right. In my opinion, I thought it would pass. Good for you, Master Lyell."

I screamed with my head in both hands.

"I said no!!"

Bosoli and the fourth generation squeaks.

"Nowem, you actually know what you're doing, don't you?

I didn't want to agree with the fourth generation because I didn't want to believe that Nowem was actually black.

Nowem is a good boy. There's got to be!