Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

The formal invitation came after Mist was born.

I asked His Highness directly about the celebration. Sometimes you can afford to come after processing as well. I don't even feel like I've been taken into account, but an invitation with an official date was sent the other day.

I've been here individually for once, and my father and I, and then Jill, are called by us. I feel reasonably comfortable with my father, but the fact that Jill will also be summoned seems to have been quite an exorcism for Wing Long. There must be some merit before that.

For that reason, we draw our reluctant father away from the mist to attend the celebration. I know you were born cute, but this is a job, too, Father.

I have no choice but to do the same. I don't really like parties or anything, so I'm only minimally involved. I'm reluctant because I don't like to stand out this time either.

It's breaking up there, moderately dressed and entering the venue. I don't like how hard it is to move, so I kept it as a decorative understated dress with less exposure.

You should have dressed less prominently, but you want to hold your head because the people who had arrived earlier as soon as you entered the venue were obsessed. Because my father seems to have a lot of social connections. He seems to have gone somewhere quite troublesome.

"That's the rumor..."

"A child like that takes a massive crusade of demons."

"You're not lying?

"I didn't know a girl like that could do it."

"But there seem to be many witnesses..."

You don't understand, do you? It sounds amazing, I know you're going to be lurking your voice, but it sounds good for you.

Well, you don't even know how it feels. Because I'm a little girl who seems weak no matter what you think.

Because the people who are rumouring about it are nobles who are not in the crusade. The celebrations are visited not only by those active, but also by aristocrats. That's the one called the adult circumstance, which is probably more of a nobleman coming.

In the first place, half of the Knights are nobles, and most of the Magic House is noble. Because magic is not so obvious to the civilian population, and even so, it may not have enough magic to work for the Magic House.

Now that you're full of nobles, you mean.

"... Dear Liz, I don't care"

"I don't care, if I care about one thing, I don't have it. But the information you need has to be rounded off, right?

"Right."

You won't get caught up in all that rumor. If you cut a monster or something in the front and get cursed, it will be dented, but if it does, it won't be if it's dented with that control because Jill will be clean.

"May I be here in the first place?

With all the aristocracy around, Jill is basically just a little confused about not being able to go out to the party.

I wish I was grand because I was officially invited. Oh, I'll be right there, because I don't want to stand out.

Slowly look up at the neighboring Jill to make her feel confident.

"This is Jill the Dragon Killer, right?

"Please stop. I'm embarrassed."

"Don't worry, you looked great!

It was Jill who saved me from a crisis, and Jill was really like a brave man at that time. I looked good without flattery, I spared no time to close my eyes when that knockout scene... but I definitely look good!

Jill was scratching his cheeks with his uncharted index finger, which appeared to have lighted up a little.

"I'm ashamed of that the other way around..."

"I'm proud of you. And maybe Jill will improve his position, right?

You might get a title or something for the reward. Even Jill draws noble blood, and given his activity, he can have about one of the titles. Because it was Jill's feat to control the rebellion, and he worked hard on the demon crusade, and he defeated the Wing Dragon.

I think it's odd that they don't appreciate you because you're not noble.

"Then it will be difficult to serve Master Liz."

"Mmm.... I hate that Jill is gone, because Jill is mine,"

... my, what is it? Jill is my squire, my loved one,... my...?

I feel like I have more worthy words, but my brain doesn't derive them from me. Rather, it's that feeling, like you're forcing it to blur unconsciously, like a filter applied.

When I pressed my chest slightly against the feeling that I couldn't even tell you, I felt something flattering.

... my, my squire, even though I'm pretty sure it is.

"... Jill is a valued squire, my family."

What you put into words is uncomfortable, even though it's not wrong, and again. Even though the answer is in the back, it shrinks like a fright on the contrary. Conflicting emotions were at best on the inside.

I just don't want Jill to distract me from this emotion for some reason, and I'll put it right back to the usual grin.

"So I don't like it when Jill's gone."

I want to know but I don't want to know what this feeling is. So I just have to leave Jill's standing "squire" and smile.

Jill was silent for a while, but still smiled back softly to answer my grin. I didn't mention that my eyebrows were just a little lower.

"Liz"

If you relax at the end of the party venue for a while, the venue will be bothered again. At the same time, when I heard voices I had been used to hearing since I was a child and looked up, what a well, there was someone close by who obviously shouldn't wander around.

"Your Highness, … and even Your Majesty"

Well, I expected His Highness to come, but why even His Majesty? May the top of the country come quite close to me personally?

He figured out what he wanted to say with his gaze, and replied, "I'm speaking to the others, too". While I'm relieved that I'm not the only one with special treatment or something, I'll say hello first and correct my place of residence.

"Thank you for inviting me."

"Mm-hmm. I'll announce the reward again later... Miss Lisbette, you did well"

"It is an honor to praise His Majesty."

It is embarrassing to be praised while attention is being paid. Besides, I spread the word that the crusade is true in His Majesty's words, so it gets worse around me.

There's no reason to put confusion on the table, you just have to smile at them. It would be decided to speak to His Majesty the King in public, or something like that, all over the heart.

"Are you planning on going straight into the royal family?

"I'm sorry, but I can't make up my mind in one place"

I suddenly brought up my engagement story with no concern to His Majesty, so I smiled and refused to be too rude. The truth is that I was immediately called up in public to talk about my engagement, and it's not a good idea to say no to it, etc...... Your Majesty is laughing without looking concerned.

He didn't expect it from the beginning, just looking at me somewhere interesting.

"Ha, it's a joke. Eurice is no joke."

Father.

"I'm sorry.... Well, it's time for me to get ready."

His Majesty lifts the edge of his mouth with pleasure to His Majesty, who only slightly swept away from us.

Your Majesty, who is flat even if refused because he is not a party, or is it a simple difference in the number of places, has adult piercing. The habit is still young, and beautiful men are horrible because they look like twenties.

Although His Highness pointed his lips slightly childish at His Majesty's grin, he immediately returns to his usual elegant grin. You've really grown up, growing up to be a very graceful man.

"Liz, I'll see you later"

"Yes."

I'm kind of sorry you're both supposed to be busy coming all the way out here to say hello.

Watching His Highness leave with the grin of a refreshing good young man himself, today I thought it would be amazing over time.

Then for a while, the time has come to reward you directly from Your Majesty. It's quite abbreviated, so they don't care about fine stickiness or anything. Because of the large number of people, they say it's not enough to have a day if you're doing it to each and every one of them in one tough place at a time.

So this time, I'm going to go easy on you. I hear there will be another formal ceremony at a later date if I give you the title. Today is a party for labor, so it's an abbreviation.

"Give rewards to those that have been remarkably effective. First of all, the Marquis Verf-Adelshan, Sir, had remarkable results in his crusade. the position of Viscount as a reward and with it gives territory"

"More work to do.... thanksgiving words"

I'm close to my father, Your Majesty, but today I'm telling you strictly in a public manner. Father, it's good because I'm the only one nearby who can hear you, but if you ask me, it's not good. First words.

Well, I've had the Marquis title since the beginning, and it's in the form of adding territory. In this case, the title may be named Marquis, and the Viscount may also have the child named.... please stop, let me name you after you.

Watching my father pay a respectful tribute to his immediate fix, blurry wonder what would happen in my case if this were the case.

I'm not really interested in fame or anything, and I told you I don't need a title... because this is the only time people are known to have come together and done what I did, right?

There's nothing I can do about all this because it's an adult circumstance.

Well, quite a few people I know like that will be called names and rewarded. Inside, Mr. Loran, Mr. Cecil, Mr. Kurtz, etc. were called. Cecil, I hear you requested lab material as expected, which is easy to understand.

In the meantime, the name of the person I care most about was called.

"... Jildreid-Savan"

Only for a moment did I bother against Savan's name.

The Savannah family died as the leader of the rebellion, and the house was destroyed. A house that's not noble or anything anymore. Jill has nothing to do with the family line.

But I still have Savan as my name. Even if it's erased from the lineage diagram, only the name is Savannah. I don't usually name it, because I hate the name Savan.

"You also helped to rule the rebellion ahead, and combined with your accomplishments, I give you the Baron's position and the territory that accompanies it."

"... I know it's an honor."

Jill, who, like everyone else, respectfully salutes her, can't read her expression from me. You don't seem happy, you don't seem sad, you don't seem convinced. I was just looking at His Majesty to think of something.

Oh, well, Jill's going to be a nobleman, too. The Baron, though the lowest rank, must be a nobleman. Jill, who was originally in the Viscount's house, will be fine with the way he behaves and the manners.

... you're going to make something up. On the other hand, I'm glad Jill's efforts are acknowledged, it's going to keep me away, and it's complicated. Even though you're my squire,... from now on, I don't know if you're going to be my squire.

And I'm called and rewarded myself, and as far as I'm concerned, the ceremony is over. Because of this, I gave you the freedom of access to the library that I asked for and the title that I said I didn't need. I got the same Viscount position as my father, but what am I supposed to do?

Well, there are times when I am a minor in territorial management, and it is okay to have someone seconded by the state manage it as it is. But sometimes I have to go and see how it goes.

"Hehe, Jill's a nobleman, too."

After the ceremony, too. After that, I just enjoy conversations and meals, and other parties, but my face doesn't float when I tell you to make fun of Jill.

"... I don't really feel it though. And it's like an honorary title."

"Isn't it Jill's job to settle that?

The titles given in merit for this kind of work are often crushed by one or two generations. Except as long as the second generation or something merits it, but mostly it's about the third generation and poof.

Besides, emerging aristocrats are troublesome inside because they tend to be taken lightly. Well, I guess I split the title quite a bit this time, partly because I was spared by the rebellion. There are limits to how the country manages its territory.

"... than that, I want to serve Liz's side."

"I'm glad to hear that, but Jill has improved his position around the corner."

"Serving your side is more important than a title"

"If anyone around you asks, do something dangerous..."

It would be hard if someone who didn't get the title just for the money asked me. But I'm glad you said that.

Jill has also become a nobleman, but he says the basics serve me. The priority seems to be leaning towards me, and he doesn't care about territory and wearing it.

Well, I don't think it's a bad idea to leave the country's administrators in their name. When administrators change again, the people will be confused.

But it sounds like you have to go on an inspection about once every few months, just like me.

"Besides, the title is a means, not an end."

"Means?"

"What do you need to get to the path of putting what you want in your hands?"

"What I want...... I wish you had told me. I'm well paid at the Inquisition, too, so I gave it to you."

I don't want you to just exhaust it, and I want to give Jill a cup of presents, like a coat in the meantime. I got Jill a drink, so I want to give it back to Jill, too.

Mm-hmm, a little air on Jill's cheek, who doesn't say much about greed, shook her head gently when she smiled thinly and bitterly. I want to give it to you because there are things that I tend to shy away from.

"What I want is not something I can buy"

"... So what is it?

"Hehe, guess what"

Something Jill is going to want, something he can't buy for money.

"... the seat at the top of the Magic Academy?

"Don't you have to be far from it without hitting it? After all, it's only a means."

"Uh."

I don't know, that's all I could think of. Um, and it's not like I can roar or twist the answer, so it's a treat.

Jill, Velph's been looking for you.

"Ah, Cecil, you"

Me twisting my neck in an unanswered fashion and Jill staring at me with a gentle smile. That's what I've been hearing from us, Cecil, with the look on your face.

You're already a grown man, Cecil, and you look beautiful in your outfit from anywhere else. That's cute again, too, with a little bit of ambiguity left.

"Master Velph...?

"Oh. Well, you can guess what I'm talking about, but come on."

"I'm in awe"

I don't get it. It's an exchange between the two of us, but Jill seems to understand what's being shown. He made a mild meeting and disappeared in the direction you indicated, Cecil. Subtly fast feet.

I don't know what it is, I can't believe my father called it in right now. You couldn't do it after you left, could you?

Hasn't everyone been keeping secrets from me lately? I feel like I'm the only one being ruled out.

"... Hey Cecil, what do you want from Jill?

"What?"

"When I asked Jill what she wanted earlier, she hinted that what she wanted was something she couldn't buy for money, and that the title was the way to go. After all, I didn't get it, Cecil, do you understand?

When this happens, Cecil, I'm willing to think about it and guide you through the answers, but Cecil, you just asked and I kind of get no guidelines. Reply.

... Why is your gaze swimming in the sky? Will you look me in the eye?

"Well, that's it. You don't have to know for the time being."

"Oh, Cecil, do you understand?

"You'd be surprised how easy it is to understand and not understand."

Cecil, who is obviously willing to excommunicate the fact that all he doesn't know is who he is, stumbles on his arm when he is sloppy. I'm a little peeling Cecil. I'm surprised the other way around by you, Cecil, but you really coughed up and got back on your mind.

"Don't you dare, don't worry"

"I care -! The corner Jill is in a position, but we can't celebrate!

"... he's the type to win what he wants. I'm not satisfied with what I'm given."

"That's a pretty aggressive assessment."

"Or you won't get it unless you win, in his case"

I don't know, but I'm begging you. Do you mean you can't give me farewell? Or is there something you can't get without working so hard? Because it's about Jill, she looks casual and seems to have it at some point.

What does Jill want so much? Even though I'm very concerned, neither Jill nor Cecil will tell me. Does that mean you don't want me to know?

Cecil, you sigh with Cecil and say, "There's nothing you can do about all this." I wonder what you'll ever get if you don't win.

Will Jill not be back yet, once I put aside the quiz that is unlikely to have an answer? I wonder if you're talking in, how dare you look in the direction of Cui's disappearance... and my cheeks hardened.

"... Jill?

"That's the only daughter of the Marquis Nadia. Why are you talking to him?

A little further away, Jill and the Marquis Lady were talking. Is it retained or something like that? He seems to have been caught when he got back from his father.

Then I understand the story, but like this, I feel the Marquis' eyes are feverish.

I don't know what you're talking about. Distance and listening won't convey the content of the conversation.

However, Jill is shaking her head with a bitter smile on her serene appearance. Still no way to back off, Marquis was about three or four years older than me, had an adult colored incense, and I took my hand with a slightly moistened look at Jill.

Is it your teeth or the back of your chest?

"... hey Liz?

"... what do you say... wow, that's annoying"

Nothing, Jill doesn't mean it's my property. Jill also has human rights and freedom. Though you are serving me, you are not going to restrict my words and actions.

So whoever you talk to, whoever you're in touch with, you're on your own.

But.

"... Jill is my squire"

I feel like I've been taken, and it's so awesome. I know it's a child's exclusive desire, but that's how Jill was turned on, touched, and annoyed me with something.

He said he wasn't going to tie Jill up or anything, but he was hoping he wouldn't go anywhere.... It's weird that Jill would have let go if he wanted.

"... don't be stubborn, you're so clumsy."

"I know."

I know you don't have to point it out. It would be swollen and frivolous.

Although it opens its mouth all the time and exhales the air, only wrinkles made between the brows are unlikely to do anything. Nothing, I'm not angry. It's just that something, something's happening that's no longer emotional.

"... will come in the breeze a little at night"

I can't show you a face like this, Jill. I don't like to hit eight. I just need to chill my head a little. Because I honestly can't be happy that Jill was able to connect with someone else who had nothing to do with me.

I strive to create a calm look, and there's no way I can flutter on the boulder on my own, and I'll just say no to you, Cecil.

Flip the less decorative dress without waiting for a reply, head to the terrace where no one is present, open the glass door so that it doesn't stand out and go outside and sigh.

The chilling air is a little chilly, but sufficient to cool your head.

Moving toward the edge so that I could not see him, I relied on my handrails to once again deeply sigh.

What an unpopular thing.

It's like I'm a kid with a toy taken. Jill was in the right mood, though she's not a toy and not my property.

He's not young enough to waste time on boulders, but he wasn't even an adult enough to laugh and watch. It's weird, why are your breasts so heavy and groping?

"... Dear Liz"

Not cute, the moment you whine like that yourself, the voice you hear from behind you.

A squire who had long been good at putting out signs stood behind me without making a sound.

Horrible looking back, Jill smiled calmly. Don't you have to talk to the Marquis anymore, what a very cute word I'm about to get and I bit my lips off.

You saw that as being in a bad mood, Jill laughs bitterly and walks right over to the side.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"... I don't know what that is. Is that proof?"

I guess you're saying childish things. I should have replied honestly, but I returned my young words weirdly and willingly. I didn't mean this.

It's just that I was scared I'd be gone at some point from the side.

Jill smiles slightly down her eyebrows and troubled at what sounds like infidelity. Oh, look, I got you in trouble. I didn't mean to say anything.

I don't know what to do, but Jill just looks this way for a little bit and then slowly gets to my feet on one knee.

Too sudden, but kneeling in a natural and graceful motion, Jill smiles softly at me when stiff time prolongs, taking my left hand.

Jill was brought to me with respect, in a delicate and soft motion, as if handled by vitreous craftsmanship. The green eyes, which rarely looked down, looked up at me gently and upright.

"I cannot be sure that I will be a squire forever. But I swear I will be with you in any way."

In some cases I felt as if my body heat had gathered on my cheeks with the place where I touched my lips, mouthed on the back of my hand with a dialogue that I could also receive as a proposal.

I don't know why you're on my side so much, or why you look so feminine, but when that comes to mind, it disappears and turns into shame.

Yeah, but the chest sprouts are gone, and you're in a good mood in strange places, I can't believe it. But I'm stuck. You're me, too.

I'm happy, and I get a mixed grin with fluffiness, lighting odor, comfort and relief. I wish this red face could hide in the dark curtains at night.

I hugged Jill as she stood in front of me and smiled softly as she urged me to stand up because I would have trouble kneeling forever.

"... I don't like it if you don't stay on my side."

Childish appetite for exclusivity, you can't deny it if you say so.

But this feeling is no lie or falsehood. Purely, I just said what I thought.

Take a warm vow and pound it to the back of your chest. Jill breathes a little for me as I glue my eyes to comfort.

The hand that had been wandering the universe for a while eventually spun firmly on my back to make up my mind about something to snuggle. The other hand slowly moves to the cheek and fingertips to the jaw.

"... Dear Liz"

The whispered name, sweetly.

With your hands on your chin, you will be turned upwards. The party venue lighting behind me was far away and my moonlighted face looked down at me quietly.

Hiu, and breathtaking, beauty. Seems like someone who doesn't know why he's so familiar with it now.

Cui Yu's eyes, who always watched me gently, to tenderness...... something different, mixed. I can't tell exactly what that is.

But I did insist that it was Jill's one scale that I didn't know was enough to make me feel.

Glossy eyes, which also seem luscious, spot me, and that alone makes me hot as if twitching from the back of my chest caught fire. Scorched with magnifying glasses, what an expression might apply.

I don't know who the slowly spreading fever is, but just being able to stare puts a strain on my heart. Somewhere I was shot by an appetizing gaze, and I even remembered the feeling of compression.

Dude, dude, my heart was beating strangely fast, and it was even disturbing my breathing. Signs of a faint smile over your head when you close your eyes without withstanding the creasing of your head, which also resembles a glare.

"... with such a cute face, you'll want to do something"

The usual, you should be flattered.

How does that make the heat inflate by poking it so much inward?

I don't know what Jill's "something" is, but I don't feel like it's something that makes a difference to me.

What changes, I'm afraid. When I think this heartbeat that I'm about to lose is going to be stronger and more intense, I feel sick. I don't hate it, but I'm afraid it's going to change.

"... you don't have to be so nervous, you won't do anything."

A bittersweet mixed voice to me who stood in a complicated mood for something like that. I opened my lid scared, and Jill's face, smiling loudly, was stopping by my side.

Oh, and a breathtaking smile on me all the time, softly letting go of my body offers me a hand. I was already back to my usual eyes.

"Now let's go back to the venue"

I have so much to say to Jill as if nothing had happened, but I can't say it well.

I took my stretched hand by suppressing this unnameable emotion. Jill smiled unchanged, and that was kind of just a little, just a little, hateful.

... I can't believe Jill is flat on his own even though I'm always scratched by Jill.

The two of us went back to the venue after a small retribution by holding on to Jill, who was usually driving as hard as we thought it was sloppy.