Since then, the Magic Inn has been banned from exit. They say the conductor Georg turned his hand. It's dangerous because it's not controlled even though I don't have half my magic power. I knew this was going to happen, yeah.
As far as I'm concerned, I'm too shocked to be able to go out and play at such a mountain of treasure... well, you don't deserve it. Besides, I don't like to be hit badly and encountered or terminated by His Highness. I hope there is no such thing as the latter.
Liz, come down here.
My mother's soft voice comes down to me sighing as I buried my face in the pillow, wanting to read the book a little more over there. It's rare, it's not time for dinner yet, so you rarely call me a basic reader.
What is it, Mother?
"Dad... or you have a customer."
"To me?
Mother, I know very little about you. For some reason, the neighbor's kids are winding me down, so I don't have anyone to play with, and I don't even know him because he doesn't go outside for anything other than strength building in the first place.
... No way, you wouldn't say Your Highness or anything. No, no, that's not it, Your Highness is heir to the throne and should not be out of Castle Town easily.
Then there's more likely to be a mentor Georg who had something hostile to me. He looks stubborn, and he's going to be pissed off at me about what he's going to do to the trial stone, and then he's going to be dissected. The autopsy is a discretionary image, though.
"... okay, I'm coming"
I reluctantly left the room and went down the stairs, although I didn't feel very comfortable, there was no reason not to deal with it.
So, this is the least imaginary pattern.
"You are Master Lisbet-Adelchan, aren't you?
Waiting in the guest room was... a stranger. Why is that?
This is a man (maybe) wearing a hood and hiding almost his entire body with a robe. Is she a little lower in height and about the same as her mother? Overall, it's a small impression.
He is smiling bitterly at me, staring at him as if he were not talking and exploring. I guess I'm not used to seeing my kids like this.
"My name is Jildreid-Savan. Your father asked you to teach him magic."
He noticed you were wearing a hood, Mr. Zildreid, who lowers the hood and then politely breaks his hips. The green hair bundled in the back moved to flow.
... For a moment I thought it was a blue bearded name or something. I must be very rude, it's safe because I haven't put it in my mouth. It's okay because the names are just a little alike.
Me solidifying. Slowly raised his face, Mr. Zildreid was quite a beauty.
Still an adult ritual...... I am fifteen years old in this world, a boy who would not, perhaps twelve years old. Is it more like a beautiful boy than a beauty shape?
Hair and similar-colored eyes are soft and loose and a laugh is praised on the palate. I looked into my bright green eyes and... I kept my thoughts locked in the back of my mind without saying anything.
"I'm Lisbett-Adelchan. Did you go out of your way to this side?
"Because I had a request to be taught at home"
I lay my eyes down rubbing my hand out of my short sleeve to Mr. Gildreid, who snorted.
My mother smiles bitterly at me like that and keeps talking to me instead.
"Didn't it take you long to get here? If it seems far away, it would be a great hassle to come here..."
"No, it's not far, and I'll take the inn."
"But you wouldn't be stupid to pay for the inn either, would you? Why don't you just stay with us while this kid teaches?"
I think my mother, who worries about the Inn despite her nobility, is a housewife's mirror. Well, my mother came to marry me as a daughter-in-law, so let's get out of the middle class. I think it's great that it's a romantic marriage. Personally, I'd like you to worry about a lot more than that.
Mr. Zildreid brightened his face to the offer and glanced, "May I?," he asks. That would be convenient for Mr. Zildreid, and I would also like to accept that if it is Mr. Zildreid's position.
The good mother of man gave a snort, so Mr. Zildreid is relieved somewhere as well.
… it is a matter of fact, and there is no objection.
Please forgive my disrespect. "
"No, because I was thinking of pulling in at this age, too.... Dear Lisbeth, thank you for coming."
To Mr. Zildreid, who comes close to me and makes a friendly grin, I also raised my face a little and asked, "Thank you very much." Yeah, sounds familiar.
Mother, please don't make yourself acquainted, although I certainly don't have any friends. I don't even know anyone my age. Oh, Your Highness, without it.
... I guess I'm going to have a hard time. A lot.