Shut-in Magician

After my morning class, I went home once without eating.

Hurry up for lunch, then call Grandpa Stan, who was the store number, and head to the aristocratic district.

Ferres is also accompanied, but Ferres leaves it at the Oscarius residence.

I could have left it with Grandpa Stan, but there are also lots of flying dragons and other riders, so I thought it would be fun for Ferres.

When we arrived at the mansion, Digire was already waiting at the gate and we tried to take Siu early enough to hurry.

In a hurry, when I said I wanted to keep Ferres in the beast house, they asked me the other way around if I would not take him.

Not a question, but Cyril came to the front door when we were talking about that.

"Lord Ferres was also active, so I think he will be allowed to accompany us."

"Oh, um. What should I do? But I'll still stop."

"Oh. Why not? We've always heard you were close."

Digirre also looks at Siu in wonder, so Siu scratched his head and whispered to him.

"I've learned from my tutoring teacher that I have no problem as an adult beast, but I could be intimidated by someone who says terrible things to me."

"Oh......"

Cyril nodded as convinced, then smiled and looked down at Ferres. Ferres is in a good mood right now, shaking his tail slowly.

"Even if it's good to kill a warcraft opponent without question, I wondered if it would intimidate the other person."

"... I understand. Okay, I'll take care of it. Lord Ferres, this way. I have a lot of friends. Prepare some delicious food for you too."

Around the last delicious food, Ferres' ears moved tingly and he gladly rode Cyril's gentle invitation.

Look back once, can I go? and asked with a gaze, waved with a bitter smile.

"Get along with everyone. Have fun. Come on."

"Nyah!"

Wow, and his footsteps were light, and he went after Cyril.

Digirre was also smiling bitterly, but the housekeepers who came together laughed too, so I was a little embarrassed.

Well, things carried smoothly after that, and the courtesy of a maid or digillet who didn't know how to wear them was also able to let them change beautifully.

But it looked like it was some sort of "boy" from somewhere, and it was weird myself.

As a final finish, there is also a set of hair.

"Well, this beautiful thing about your hair"

"Nice... you're glossy"

"It's so beautiful, why are you kept short?"

"You don't have any body. Look, why don't you just wrap it up like this?

"Oh, that's good. Mislead the border with this decoration."

"But it's still no match for this natural, beautiful hair. Look, look."

And well, they did whatever they wanted.

I almost got stuck with it. Is it hair-attached? I panicked when I was about to get it ready.

"... the aristocrats have a lot of long hair, don't they? After all, is it because of the amount of magic that accumulates?"

Asking questions while I was getting my head set up because I was free, a maid of honor, like a daughter of a nobleman, laughed hehe little. Put your hands on your mouth and never show a smiley face. Noble women are classy to the way they laugh.

"I have all the theories, but you do. The lords and others, when they died on the battlefield, at least stretched out because they wanted to leave their necks to the survivors. So on the battlefield, they knit three things and pinch them in their armor."

"Heh."

"Wouldn't it be something like that if you were a woman, because you still want to dress beautifully"

"Were you?"

Continuing the public discourse, I was finally horrified when the set was over.

Around the same time, Kilik's outfit seemed to be over, and he came out into the hallway.

Kilik was used to it because he would still be at ceremonies and celebrations as a nobleman, and he was dignified.

He is the son of a nobleman. I don't feel worn like Siu at all.

Sounds aristocratic.

And, once Xiu praised him, Kilik moved a single eyebrow, looking down at Xiu half-eyed.

Move your gaze from top to bottom, then move your mouth tightly.

"I know what you're trying to say. You don't have to tell me."

"Huh, Kuku, Buha"

"... nothing good though. Smile that way."

When I turned around a lot, Kilik started talking like he was in a panic.

"Even you dressed me up."

"You didn't?

"You did. He said he looked aristocratic."

"... a compliment though. Uh, you look aristocratic, properly. That? Isn't that a compliment?

I panicked and did my gaze around, but the maids were all wisely shut their mouths and softly out of sight.

Digirre was the only one laughing on his shoulder.

Though it was all there, the carriage headed to the royal castle, laughing and enjoying more or less.

He said it was forbidden to bring in bags, so he thought about what to do with the magic bags, but these places will have squire, and big bags and so on will be stored in the carriage.

For that reason, the stops were heavily alerted and soldiers were also positioned at ten-meter intervals.

Luggage such as clothes and ornaments (although it is unclear why it is necessary) will be transported to the guest rooms of each nobleman for management.

Siu also kept the magic bag.

The gallery was a pretty fine room, and I wondered how big the royal castle was to allocate such a room to each and every one of them, but the lower aristocracy said it could be put together into dozens at times from a few to many.

It was an intelligent story.

By the way, they also assign maids to each room, and Oscarius Borderline Uncle had three young women attached. While they moved tightly, their gaze was always toward the Oscarius peripheral uncle.

It was interesting to watch, with an appeal that even Park Xinren like Siu could clearly understand.

For once, Siu also made me tea.

I just didn't do anything inappropriate, such as not behave like Siu, or talk to Kilik myself.

I guess crude phase here would be outrageous.

Still, the women were neat as they named themselves as they left the room.

"Uh, depressing. What, those eyes? You have kids, but you can't help it."

"Dear Kilik,"

"Yeld was using his eyes, too! You've been investigated for being single. Oh, wow."

Both of them are wearing solid outfits with standing collars. Unlike knightly clothing, the color is pure white. It is edged with fine embroidery using gold thread. The hipster belt is in a high position and has a long hem, making it look sluggish. He also looks tall.

Steyburn said he would put something like a medal on his thick waistband, and it was decorated with small shapes of medals.

I spent my spare time turning the clothing dictionary in my brain wondering why it wasn't my breasts.

By the way, what you don't put on your chest is because they're going to put shoulder straps on it to decorate it, which is awarded directly by the biggest medal, the king, and you shouldn't get in the way of it, so let's see.

The medal seems to be something to show off.

In fact, just before I left the room, Kirik was wearing a shoulder girdle.

When I watched Ji, he figured out what he wanted to say, and Kirik told me.

"If you wear it all the time, you'll have shoulders. That's why you put it on last minute."

"Yeah. But you look good about 20% more."

"Oh, yeah?

I got in a better mood as soon as I could.

Seeing that, Yeld does well, he says in a mouth pucker, not in his voice. The smile almost leaked because the face remained faceless again.

Though I hurried to tighten my expression, I almost blew it when I remembered several times before I arrived in the gaze room.

That's why he arrived in front of the king without surprise or nervousness.

Something scares me when I find out, so Siu somewhat repeated his detection and the appraisal went away, even though he thought it would be okay.

I didn't think there was any treatment in the lookout room.

"Hey, here we go. Raise your face."

Several direct aides to the king, the prime minister, ministers, then the eunuch, etc., stood side by side, one of whom had spoken the king's words from earlier.

But the king blocked it and said he would allow a direct answer.

I wondered if it would be good, but I felt Kilik raise his face, so Siu also unwrapped the outfit he was kneeling down to worship thoughtfully.

With his face up, about twenty meters behind him, a soft man sitting in a lavish gold-leaf chair popped into his eyes.

Some majesty is smiling, but not just that.

The aide's eyesight is sharp, and one is like the eye of an eagle trying to pinpoint this one. The other one was looking at the ministers. Of course, it wasn't that attitude. Will first-class people come with first-class people after all?

Even with the appraisal results, their level was high.

However, some ministers wanted to lean their necks a bit.

Anyway, there was someone with an amazing title like "Slave King". It was also a gap enough to understand that people were not looking.