Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

"I was going to scout you. Since the Duke's maid is going to become a civilian, don't you think it's better to be involved in national politics instead of the shaded job of being a city marshal?

"Well, yes. But I am."

"What, there's nothing to worry about. Many things we don't know at first, but we'll support them. If you're in trouble, your father will help you."

When I felt signs that I was about to be pushed off by the attitude of a man who would fold up to block my words, I dared to say no clearly.

This type of calluses can be troublesome afterwards if you reply halfway.

Even the customers who speak up in Tails were told to sour their mouths so that they could clearly refuse what they could not do.

Let's be brave and firmly say no.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a civilian, I'm attracted to my job as a city marshal."

A fox-eyed man who hears my words doesn't hide his snotty look.

"That would simply be 'admiration'. Don't even look at other jobs. I don't know if I can decide. Right, why don't we do this? Why don't you take a tour of our work?"

Stuck, I accidentally lagged behind. This is very, very stressful.

"No, there's really something I want to do as a city marshal. Besides, my father refused to allow me to take a tour of the city well officer's work. It would be annoying for him to give us a tour any longer."

"Oh. What, if you're looking for a civilian in the Duke's livestock to establish a new system, apparently not. Excuse me for this."

Softly his eyes narrowed again as soon as possible, and the man distanced himself from me.

"Right, well, that's not gonna happen."

A man lifts a dust and a corner of his mouth and pulls me back, and finally I breathe shallow.

"I don't know what to say, but there's one thing I need you to do."

The man's eyes are getting thinner and thinner, and the smile that seemed soft seems kind of scary.

I don't know why, but I felt that the unpleasant sweat had surfaced.

"Miss Cristiane!

Suddenly, Master Courty's voice sounds.

When I looked back, Mr. Courty, who looked in a hurry, was about to rush over here. Naturally, my breath leaked with relief.

Good, you're here.

"Oh, too bad. Time's up."

Chirping his tongue, the man turns around and turns back on his heel.

"I'll see you later."

Tell him that, and the man quickly disappears. I wonder who it was after all.

He didn't give his name, and as a result, he doesn't even know where he belongs.