Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

Jill can be pretty busy.

Work as a squire and train in witchcraft if you have time. In addition to that, I was entrusted with the task of mentoring my father, and my schedule was packed so tightly that I couldn't compare.

At the very least, in the mansion, you don't have to grow up and reduce Jill's burden, or put Jill on your side as long as I'm in the lab at the Enchantress House.

Speaking of squire, I'm a squire, but I try not to bind you too much.

You may not be as obedient as you used to be, but as long as you're not in danger, you're fine.

Jill today was so inspired to train in swordsmanship. Jill, who tries to sharpen his flesh as well as witchcraft, is a little strange about where he's going, but even when he asks, he's a stiff "because he wants to be strong".

I wish I could hone my magic if it was my goal to beat my father, but they laughed bitterly, "Because this is how much it takes to be admitted," as they had spotted it too.... won't you admit that your father is not a literary martial arts?

Jill is also moderately sharpening his swordsmanship like that, but Mr. Loran, who deals with him, is still stronger. Mr. Loran was originally a knight in his main position, and it seems that magic is like an accessory after swordsmanship. They say magic is a pretty good user, too.

Jill prioritizes swordsmanship, or witchcraft, as an aside from witchcraft. It's the opposite of Mr. Loran's style.

So pure swordsmanship is better on Mr. Loran, with different physiques, and Jill is on the defensive side. Jill is not as tall as Mr. Loran, although he is above average. Jill is skinny all the time, so silhouettes are not the same as Mr. Roran, who is solid.

Because it is relative in practice form with the metal sword of the blade being pulled, if the blade overlaps, the metal sound will sound. The two of them playing so fierce a sword trident that even a spark is likely to be scattered is very picturesque.

Fiona, who is watching the game with me next door, was also staring at the two of them as if they were going to eat that they were grown up now, although they were nagging at first. The battle of sweating in your hands, must be something like this.

"... good."

In a garden with pounding and metal noises, it was the voice of envy that made me squeal small.

Moving her gaze from the two to Mr. Fiona, Mr. Fiona's tinted eyes moisten and have a fever, to both of them...... No, it's poured on Jill. I didn't even try to hide my exhilarating cheeks, I snorted my fingers at you in front of my chest, eyes. If I were to analogize... yes, with that look, like I found someone in love.

... Just a little bit, I'll try again.

I don't know what Mr. Fiona thinks about Jill, and whatever you think, it's Mr. Fiona's freedom. It's not about what I say or pry.

And yet, how can I be concerned about the fact that there is panning?

Mr. Fiona stands up with a glittering glance at the two of you coming back this way after the mock fight. That alone is going to harden the chin even harder, and it's going to stretch to the look on your face.

Fiona, who moves away from here on a small run to Jill with a foothold that seems good to say she stood up, was seeping something bitter in her mouth just a little.

"What's wrong with you?

Mr. Loran calls out to me as I slip through the side of Jill, who is caught by Mr. Fiona, without even picking up Jill and pushing him to shut up.

Already breathing, Mr. Loran has a cool face. I felt my face was more distorted when I didn't do anything, and I rushed to hold my cheeks with my palms and waved my neck tilted.

I don't think you can delude me, but I don't want to see much of this face. He looks terribly nasty.

"... be nothing, it's nothing"

"... Oh, those two?

She lost her gaze and groaned at me. Mr. Loran looked at Mr. Fiona pushing the carnivore.

"Don't worry, that look on Fiona's face..."

"Mr. Jill, I need you to help me, too! I feel like we can do each other on an equal footing besides your brother in a while!

"You see."

Extremely calm, I pointed to my finger. "There's no reason for that to be more erotic now," he said with harsh criticism.

Jill is also stepping back on how she eats when she says she won't be excited and cold. The brilliant eyes, if you look closely...... go through the mess and contain the sharp but joy of targeting the prey. It could be exactly a carnivorous woman, in a different way.

Mr. Fiona, I don't know about that. Mr. Fiona, who takes Mr. Loran's sword and willingly pulls Jill into a mock fight, had a very pleasant look.

... but good. It doesn't mean Mr. Fiona has that kind of emotion with Jill.

"... are you relieved?

I was going to stroke my chest down quietly, but Mr. Loran seems to have spotted it and asks quietly. Because of that, he's a little high in the back. Mr. Fiona and a confused Jill were meeting the sword.

"Well then... well, Jill is my squire... I miss leaving"

"... right"

"Mr. Loran, aren't you laughing?

"I don't know."

"I feel like they're laughing at something"

Usually, Mr. Loran doesn't change his expression very much, but I feel a slight grin on his mouth and it's kind of itchy. And I also feel subtly raw and warm eyes poured out.

"It must be Miss Lisbeth's fault"

"Ugh."

… For some reason, it is often seen with a warm look from around recently. It may be because of my sudden gender awareness, but it also makes my mother seem to smile. My father seemed a little complicated though.

"... Lord Jill is probably easy to understand, but Miss Lisbeth is Miss Lisbeth."

"Huh?"

"I'm not as dull as Fiona thinks I am. I don't know how Miss Lisbette was jealous of Fiona, but I can tell."

"And I'm not jealous."

I'll argue with unexpected expressions straight away, but I don't think it probably makes much sense.

"... Was I?

"That's right."

"... right"

Words make me squeal and nod as I'm convinced, but Mr. Loran sees this one somewhat suspiciously.

... jealousy, or something like that, I won't go. As much as I don't like it anymore. Whoever Jill gets along with, I'm willing to tolerate it. I'm just not going to limit you to Jill's range of interaction.

"What's wrong?

Jill was approaching me saying that the simulation war was over when I was holding on to an extra one that I couldn't hold if I didn't understand it well myself.

If you shake your shoulders and raise your face, you'll have a slightly troubled but intact Jill and a really neat face, Mr. Fiona. I'm very satisfied with what you say.

"Are you done?"

"It's been a long time since I thought I'd lose anything but my brother. Mr. Jill, let's do it again!

"... the garden can be chosen, so please be on your way"

As the word goes, the ground in the garden was ruined by the marks I kicked after I stepped on them, but that doesn't bother me.

More than that, the two of us who speak amicably were recruiting again. I'd like to talk to Jill, too, but keep the right distance. Plus I want to hang out with Jill's workouts, and I want to be useful to Jill, too.

"... Jill"

"What is it?

"... well, to me too... mind you"

You are already late when you rush into words that are spoken naturally and spoken.

Taking my word for it, Jill is pompous and Mr. Fiona is slightly cheeky loose.

This, wrong choice of words, this. Doesn't it sound like I'm being obstinate then, it just sounds like a toy taken child speaking. I was gonna go with Jill's sorcery training because I wanted to help, too.

Well, it looks like it's really baked.

To me moaning with shame, Jill blinks. Then smile fluffy and very serene. I think Jill knows that the sighted grin is stirring up my shame even more.

"So that's it for today's workout. I'm sorry to keep you company."

"No, because I could see something cute besides being stressed out!... I would."

"Watch your mouth. Now if you'll excuse us."

Loran, who chopped on Fiona with a slightly sticky grin, turns a slightly warmer look at me by the two of us before leaving the garden behind. I would like to say that I have trouble being left alone right now, but there is no way I can say that even though I am here.

I think silence is a street called gold. Jill's thin fingertips gently stroked her cheek and shook her body all the way up to me tying her lips into one letter because I didn't want to make any more rubbish.

When I slowly looked up, I was greeted with a very full Jill grin.

"Dear Liz, may I make you some tea?"

"... please"

... I felt kind of lost, and I nodded back small, not to say surrender.