Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

Since then, I haven't seen Master Leonhardt.

Even if you want to solve a misunderstanding, if you can't see him, it's impossible.

And I don't know what to tell you.

I wasn't shaking because I was scared. I was having an affair! What do you mean?

You crazy bitch! Even modestly, you're a pervert! I can't, I refuse!! If Master Leonhardt despises me, I can't live!

I stayed critical, trying to punch my fist into the sofa with too much embarrassment. Unclench the clenched fist and point your gaze towards the edge.

The black-haired cat was round in a latan cage placed on the couch.

Yes, Nero, my beloved cat, has returned to me.

"Nero."

Peek into the cage and call it in a small voice.

There is no particular reaction and the area around the abdomen is rising and falling in line with a slight sleep.

Although the injury seems to be no longer a problem, I'm still not feeling well, I'm mostly spending some time sleeping.

But I'm just glad you're back.

A gentle stroke of the fur shook Pickle and his body.

One eye opens and gives you a face with a seemingly billion-dollar motion. Because it's indoors, or darker blue eyes captured me than usual. But you lost interest, your eyes can close quickly.

He turned his back on me when I said it was annoying.

I was hurt by people's hands, so maybe I can't help but be alert. Even if you're lonely, it looks like you should take the time.

Maybe he touched the injured spot.

"I'm sorry."

Stay by your side, you won't be able to rest slowly.

I thought I'd go to the library, too, and get up off the couch.

Turn your gaze again, but Nero doesn't see this one at all.

I just told myself I had no choice but to be sexually sad and have zero sigh.

I can't see Master Leonhardt, and Nero hates me, so I step on it and kick it.

"... Dear Rosemary"

Called back to me.

I watched Klaus care what he thought of me standing down.

"I'm going to the library. It's like Nero's asleep, so be quiet."

Laughing and deluding, Klaus silences himself with a difficult face.

He looked like he was thinking about it for a while, and he looked up with a determined look of something.

I closed my eyes and solidified for a few seconds to the unexpected suggestion of Klaus, who slowly opened his mouth.

Then a dozen minutes later.

I stand in front of a room in the castle.

It is Klaus, the escort knight, who whispers "Dear Rosemary, hurry up" at me, unable to move while staring at the heavy mahogany door.

And the door I'm staring at is the office of the Knights of Kingsguard. In other words, it is the entrance to Mr. Leonhardt's work room.

Why did this happen?

That gave an edge to Klaus' suggestion.

'Let's go see the captain,' he said.

According to Klaus' information, Hanayou is taking an Irine-sama course by now. Although Flower Sound's powers are not magic, they seem to use them similarly, so it appears that Irene, the head of the Magic Master, was judged fit.

And using that time, Mr. Leonhardt said that he had accumulated normal business.

Which means he's quite likely in the office...

When I went to Mr. Leonhardt, who was loyal to his duties, I butted in wondering if it would be annoying.

I just don't want people to think the real deal is annoying, even as I say pre-construction that I don't want to get in the way.

But Klaus didn't want me to be deluded.

'Don't you want to see me?' and was asked a question with no escape because of its simplicity, and I was prepared. 'Cause there's no reason I don't want to see you. Because I always want to be beside Master Leonhardt.

Nevertheless, there is no way that I, the princess, can run errands in the office of the Knights of Kingsguard.

If anyone sees me, I have had concerns that Master Leonhardt might annoy me, so I chose a hard to see route and came to Kosovo.

And although it's good to have arrived, I'm scared to notice. I'm here now.

"Dear Rosemary"

"Wow, okay."

Lose the pressure of telling you to "faster" by half-eyed Klaus, take a deep breath and then knock on the door modestly.

…………

No matter how long I wait, I haven't heard back.

Again, now the door rang clearer than just now. But there's no response.

"Absent?"

Disappointment and relief. Klaus shook his head as he groaned with half feelings.

"No. I'm supposed to be there... maybe you're taking a nap in the adjacent room. Lately, they've been working late at night."

Said and remembered is Master Leonhardt's blue-faced face and the neighborhood beneath his eyes.

I'm pretty sure he's having trouble sleeping.

"Then why bother..."

"I'm on guard here, aren't I? I'll handle it appropriately when people arrive, so I was wondering if I could secure it for about thirty minutes."

Klaus blocks my words and continues with a voice without precipitation.

He takes his pocket watch out of his pocket and checks his time, he opens the door and pushes my back.

"What, hey... Huh?

"Please come back soon"

In front of me confused, the heavy doors closed with batans.

Klaus' fortitude prevents me from opening my mouth.

I feel my opinions have been ignored in a different direction, although there has always been a tendency not to listen to me.

But of course I don't get angry.

Because Klaus' actions were definitely for me.

It's only thanks to Klaus for not being able to look at me depressed and lending me a hand that I can't possibly resent.

Thanks. But I laughed small as I wanted my mind to be ready for a bit.

The first office I entered was unified in a calm shade to reflect my husband's preferences. There are no gorgeous decorations, only the minimum you need, such as a bookshelf, a desk, or a watch.

On the desk are two piles of stacked paperwork. Perhaps it is divided into settled and unsettled. Are you going to be back in a short time, the feather pen and ink kettle were left out.

And beside the bookshelf, which is tightly packed with thick books, there is one door.

If Klaus's predictions are correct, there must be a Master Leonhardt here.

A close look at the door from top to bottom with no change of philosophy whatsoever, gobbling and throat.

I slowly laid my hands on the door knob, forcing myself to hold down my desire to escape.

"... I'm sorry to bother you"

Open the door, saying it in a mosquito-like voice.

Due to extreme tension my hands are trembling, I heard a rattle and a small noise, but no response from inside.

It was me who had solidified badly during my life in an open position, but I squeezed my courage and peered into the room.

Because you're closing a thin curtain, or the indoors are dim.

A simple wooden coat hanger has a knights jacket scratched hard in an unmade condition, like thrown away.

There is no bed in the small room, just a sofa at the window.

And there was one long-sleeved man lying there.