When you return to the venue, you will see that it attracts a great deal of attention, whether you say so naturally or not. A young girl who spoke to His Royal Highness and was summoned directly by His Majesty the King and His Majesty the Queen. It's not weird to think about what happened.
And the ladies who look at me now and are intrigued by whispers and rumors. There are a lot of girls in the venue a little older than me, but their faces don't seem interesting either. Well, for the ladies after the balls, I'd be a tattoo above my eyes.
I left His Royal Highness to talk to His Majesty the King, but now His Highness is not at my side. I could see the grownups surrounding me in the distance and using the makeshift. I deal with it with a smile for once, but I know it's easy for me. Come on, Your Highness, that's one of the royal duties.
With that said, I will look around the venue and look for green hair.
Since then, I have acted separately from Jill, but where have you been? He said he doesn't like crowded places and standouts, and is he even on the edge?
I dare you to look in His Highness's direction and vice versa to find your escort of the day. Blah, blah, blah. Because I want to go home. The fatigue brought about by the quality of this gaze is not the ratio of His Highness.
I was checking my green hair in my gaze... Oh, there he is.
Jill is on the terrace, next to him is a man who looks old with Jill hanging. Perhaps Viscount Alfredo-Savan, Jill's real father.
We're facing each other, but Mr. Jill's complexion isn't good. It's at dusk, so I'm lit by the dusk, but... from the look on my face, I can see I'm frightened.
Your gaze is at your feet, and you have not been able to look directly at Sir Alfredo. Sir Alfredo, on the other hand, has cold eyes enough to tell from a distance.
I rub through the nobles snorting at the discourse and approach the terrace. Though not to be seen from the terrace a little farther away from being noticed by the people themselves.
Finally, we are holding back the magic fluctuations, because Jill normally spreads them to us. The basics can't surprise that guy, because he senses it all. That's all it means to be good.
"Do you have any idea why I sent you?"
"... I understand. But I am."
"Shit. I'm giving you my youngest son one last role. Precisely useful to me."
I feel like my heart has been grabbed by the cold voice as I see it. It wasn't a bad place to fold, it was cold and treated my son, Jill, like a feather or something.
And I also have a fiercely unpleasant feeling.
I'm aware I'm blessed with the people around me, but there are plenty of people out there who don't think I'm funny.
My father said to me, "Feed the eyes that see people. Hurt yourself or not. That will help protect Liz," he said.
... That's how I keep observing, but my instincts warn me. This man, no.
"... you got it"
……
Jill remained silent without responding. I don't know Mr. Jill's face as he stands in the shadow of the curtain so that it won't fall apart. But I'm sure he's eating up his teeth and leaning down.
I heard footsteps, so I hide inside the curtain. Luckily, it was easy to hide because it was a small body of a child. Some nobles looked suspiciously at my behavior, but I take my gaze off convinced it was a child's play.
Then the cold sweat didn't stop until Sir Alfredo passed by. I guess I'm too blessed that there wasn't such a race nearby.
"... Dear Liz, you don't have to hide anymore."
"Ho!?
I was curtained in a sigh of relief, so I accidentally made an odd noise from the back of my throat. Jill was also surprised by her flipped voice, but she's surprised herself.
Or did Jill realize that I was listening right next to him?
"Master Liz should circulate a little more magic into her body quietly, even if it's hidden, it's leaking slightly from the surface."
"Your ear hurts"
"I know it's hard to control because of the absolute amount of magic... but it's definitely not a good place to hide it"
I'm the one who gets a pretty quick stab word and feels extra blue, but Jill must be more melancholy. I don't even have the energy to talk like this right now.
If you gently touch Mr. Jill's hand, he will, on the contrary, grip you back. My hands were shaking just a little.
"How far were you listening?"
"Not really...... All I asked was why I sent you down."
"You wouldn't have heard to the core, but you can imagine what Master Liz would have meant, right?
Well, I don't even get to the extreme of Azuma either, so I kind of know, and I've always been afraid of that. I also understand that Jill doesn't want it.
"… what will Liz do? This, me."
To the sad shaking eyes and the laughter of self-derision, I lose my words.
Jill realizes I'm guessing everything, and she's still asking.
... I am.
"Liz, were you here? I looked for him."
If you can't give me an answer, my father will show up from somewhere to talk to me.
"Father, I've been looking for you. This is your dialogue, where the hell have you been?
"A little wild. Jill, were you escorting properly?
Suddenly Jill, who was told the story, lowered her eyebrows like she was having a little trouble. Escort, I think it was a previous issue.
"Father, before the escort, His Royal Highness pulled me into a conversation with His Majesty and the Queen."
"Is Diaz here?... all the time, Your Majesty, what is Your Majesty doing for you?
He's a bold father who hastily and carelessly calls him away, but he also has eyes for boulders, so I'll rush back to saying it. Your Majesty and father are really close, normally you are willing to be taken for disrespect.... Well, I can't say anything about people either.
"A little about Your Highness."
"Uh, Your Highness is obsessed with Liz. But His Majesty would have understood, wouldn't he?
"The boulders are the daughters of Velph and Selene."
"Well, we have high noses, too."
My father, who pleasantly loosens his mouth, had a similar atmosphere to His Majesty at that time somewhere. Outreach Maybe the similarities are between you, Your Majesty and your father.
My father's appearance cut the story off, but I've been thinking about it. What should I do to Jill?
"... Father, I need to talk to you"
As soon as I get back from the party.
I was visiting my father after Jill returned to his room.
And then the next day.
"Welcome, Mr. Jill"
When the night fell long ago and everyone was already asleep. Well, the grass also sleeps at three ugly times, and at that hour, Jill visited my room.
Me smiling as I sat on my bed to Jill, who opened the door without a sound. Actually, I'm pretty much forced to wake up, I'm just forced to awaken you by magic. There's something inside a toddler's body, isn't there?
Are you expecting to happen at this hour, or are you expecting to show up, or both? Mr. Jill is eye-opening by capturing me.
"You know what I'm after, right?
"Well, I've been afraid since we met."
"... Really?"
To my gentle expression, Jill had crooked her face. In its hands, a dull, shining knife. It's the blade crossing that doesn't have Mr. Jill's palm, but sharp. That would easily take my life and so on.
Thin, I had a feeling this would happen. From the first time I saw Jill's eyes, somehow. Well, it was a kind of inquiry, but this is what's happening because that was a hit.
"What do you want to do with me?
Just as Jill asked me, "What are you going to do with me?" I slowly ask Jill.
Having taken her breath, Jill shudders her shoulders by distorting her face painfully. Eventually he quietly walked over to me and pushed his shoulder straight down to the bed.
A poking, crisp feeling.
"... do you, kill me?
When asked to whisper, Mr. Jill shivers a clenched knife. The tingling pain must have run because the blade cut the thin skin off his neck.
I still look up at Jill, feeling the liquid passing through her neck.
Jill's expression was overflowing with various emotions. Is this the place where fear for my father, the grip of murder, pity for me, despair for the future to come?
I don't like it and I'm not doing this, just figuring it out is enough.
"Zildreid-Savan. Will you kill me?
When asked more slowly, the knife drops on the sheet. Your scalp and trembling hands hold you to your eyes.
... The answer must have been from the beginning.
Jill came after me as a tutor. Sir Alfredo's, as a throwaway pawn. You just have to forgive me if Mr. Jill kills me and insist he's not a Savan family person, and I have testimony from all around that he had a bad fold. I don't mean to be blameless, but the former nobleman can run wild on his own.
Whatever you do, if you process Mr. Jill after you kill him, you won't find him, you just have to insist that he let you take responsibility even if you find him. You must have been such a soul coward.
But only one miscalculation.
Mr. Jill is not yet an adult, and he is still young. It doesn't necessarily mean there's no change of heart, and there's a grip on murder.
The clogging caused Jill to have feelings for me, the subject of annihilation.
"I... I don't want to kill..."
With a humid voice, Mr. Jill insists on keeping it small.
It must have been something you didn't want. Jill was still young and too pretty to dye herself into the darkness. It's weirder to order a completely immature person to kill a innocent child. It's not strange that it can't be executed.
"... I know, that's about it....... Jill."
"... I tried to kill Master Liz. You should be punished."
Either way, I don't have a future, and Jill burst into tears.... How did you get this far, that man? Even though it's my child.
I get angry when I think of that cold face, but that keeps me down and reaches out softly. Peet, and touch her tear-wet cheeks, caressing gently.
"Please don't cry. It's okay, I have nothing to fear anymore."
"But I..."
To Jill with a look of guilt and regret, I smile and grab the knife beside her. I know it's a knife that's going to cut off a lot.
"I'll make Mr. Jill easier for you."
To me slowly turning my hand around my neck holding a knife with one hand, Mr. Jill looked frightened for a moment. But as I immediately decided to be ready, I close my eyes.
With half my body awake because it is subtly not long enough, I bring the knife closer to Mr. Jill's neck muscle. The other hand, accompanied by gently bound hair.
And I twisted my wrist with a knife.
"Now Jildreid-Savan is dead"
Pasa, and a bunch of greens that fall.
"From now on, as a mere magician named Jill, live as my squire"
I stroked my much shorter green hair and stared straight at him. I smile, Mr. Jill, who is distracted.
Nothing, I don't think Mr. Jill is to blame. Sir Alfredo must not have gone mad. I'm not going to ask Jill to hold me accountable for not actually hurting me.
After that, I talked to my father. Tell me about Jill, the conversation you had with Sir Alfredo, and the answers you derived from it.
Apparently, his father also grabbed Sir Alfredo for some disturbing move, which he was exploring at the party. They don't tell me how, though.
So, he seemed to have a point in my story, and my father asked me.
"What do you want Liz to do?
'... I thank Jill for his help, and I like him for what he did. If you can, guilty or not, I want you to continue tutoring me like this'
"... then Zildreid will have to die once."
"Nah,"
'Oh no, Gildreid-Savan has given his name to the last seat of the Savan family for once. Even if you hire them as they are on boulders, they will be used by Alfredo again or Jill himself will be erased by mouth sealing'
For that reason, I need you to stop being in Jildreid for once. That's the father I told you about.
"Fortunately, the other side is no longer related to Mr. Jill, and he's officially announced that, well, he may come with a mouth seal for assassination failure... and we've taken countermeasures, too"
"... countermeasures?
"We've officially protected Jill and decided to hire her as a squire."
I still can't help but rely on adults for this kind of thing, so I used my father's help.
His Majesty also knew the Savans were making suspicious moves. I mean, it seems my father reported it and was convinced.
The constantly black rumored Savannah family from the beginning, Mr. Jill, protected by such an indulgence. The criticism over there will increase for what the Adelshans readily accept, close to (and knowing today that they are very neutral) the position of His Majesty's loyalists. I think the public will pry at will that Jill's allowance had an inner rub.
It's like saying the Savannah family did something if Jill was killed by a mouth seal in the meantime. You won't be able to imitate the detour. Besides, my father won't let me. Because my mother laughed bitterly that she couldn't get her hands on me if I cut her.
Even my father likes Jill. It's sweet for those who have eyes, Father.
Oh, it's a change of heart that caused my hair to break. Jildreid-Savan, the previous Jill, disappeared and is just a testament to being Jill.
Your boy shaves his hair to throw away the symbol of death when he leaves the house, so it has nothing to do with religion, but Jill also thought he would shave you to throw away his temper. But shaving on the boulder was pathetic, so I cut my hair a little.
"... Dear Liz"
"Oh, I'll sell this as a thank you.... you work alive and give it back, don't you?
I may have been a little gracious, but this is good. That's good too if it feeds you to live with resentment. Well, I'm stepping on Jill's character and saying it's not.
"... the lady is a sweet person. What are you going to do if I attack again?
"What shall we do? Maybe if I die or get scratched, my parents will be as angry as a fire and kill all the clan royalists, right? Or impose social sanctions."
Oh, my face is blue. And he's staring at my neck.... Well, I'll leave this as an accident, and I'm not going to tell my fathers.
... Well, Father and Mother, you'll be awake now. Because if I'm dying, I'm in trouble.
And I believe in Jill.
You have eyes that look like this, right? and to me smiling like a prank and tilting my neck, Jill cried again. But now let the joy seep in.
"... are you really, really sweet, Master Liz?"
"Will you stay by my side?
"... for your sake"