Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

Mr. Claude's takeover of his work went well and ended as quickly as he could possibly imagine.

Sometimes a suspicious man is prying at me, and although it seemed to be a quick take over, for quite some time, the mysterious man had stopped showing up. Who the hell was I?

The day has finally come for me to leave the mansion because the takeover is over.

Departure of time like the sun hasn't even risen yet. The members of the journey seem to follow Mr. Claude, Mr. Smith, and for some reason, two more knights.

Apparently there have been rumors of bandits coming out lately or something. If there were really bandits out there, I wondered if it would work out where there were two escorts, and Mr. Claude said, "Worst case scenario, I don't have any trouble getting taken, so you can give them the goods." Do bandits in this world feel quite lukewarm? Mr. Claude is really bold in his thinking.

When I left, Stella came to see me off with a servant representative to Mr. Eileen, Mr. Cardin and Mr. Fong Ma.

I bid farewell hugs to everyone who came to drop me off. Alan was desperate because of his tears, and he wasn't able to talk about anything, but Cainboy was a handsome smile and gave me a misanga-like bracelet. It was the supreme dish of spinning and knitting yarns myself. When Alan was supposed to give you the dagger, he thought he'd make something for you, too. And handmade misangas, what a high level of women's power.

I thank you all again for your help and set off.

It's been a long time since I've already been rocked by a carriage now, so I've come so far that I can't see the mansion anymore, but I've been buzzing around with made-in-alan daggers wrapped in cloth and snapping misangas to give my thoughts to my previous life as a small-time user.

"Do you miss me after all?

Seeing me like that, Mr. Claude's been talking to me.

"I miss you a little, but I'll see you again."

While I am, a little bit of the future goes by the back of my brain.

Speaking of which, I'm going to be Mr. Claude's adopted daughter, right? But what about welcoming an adopted daughter with a single man? Doesn't it feel awkward when you take your wife? Or wouldn't it be like your stepmother bullied you into having a Cinderella story?

"Master Claude meant to welcome me as his adopted daughter, but since when does that happen?

"Anytime, but I guess it's better to be early. When we get to the mansion, shall we go through the process?"

Fine, that's sudden. Faster than I thought. No, you're not in too much of a hurry. I hope I'm not at a disadvantage in the unlikely event of a good relationship.

Or do you already give up marrying your wife? I'm still young, I'm handsome, and I feel like it's too soon to give up.

"Oh, I get it. But are you sure? I hear Master Claude is single, but isn't it troublesome to have me around when you're getting married?

"Oh, I'm fine. I don't have plans to get married for a while, and when Lew is old enough to get married, he'll have me married."

Mr Claude said so naturally as nothing happened.

Huh? What did you say to this guy??

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you well with the wind... I'm sorry, Mr. Claude, but, uh, did you marry me?

"Yes, I am."

Huh? What? Something wrong with this? It's nothing, is it? Mr. Claude with the face you want to see.

No kidding?

I'm kidding, right? and I gazed at Mr. Claude, but he looked serious.

Oh, my God!

Shit, this guy was a lollicon after all! That's how you looked at me! Pervert!

"Dear Claude, after all, as Eileen said, the recoil made you a toddler hobby because your first night was with a mature woman."

I glanced at Mr. Claude as if to see something dirty. He also seems to have just given this to Mr. Graphic Thick Claude, who is waving his hands left and right in front of his chest saying that he is not.

"It's not a toddler hobby! In the world to come, you're going to need a kid like you, and you want to keep him on hand so he doesn't go anywhere... and look, a kid with you is going to have a smart kid!

"Children... think about making children. Come on!

I look at Mr. Claude.

"No, of course you won't get your hands on one of the children! I'm not a toddler. [M] I mean, Leo, did you understand the conversation you had with Eileen back then... how the hell does a 6-year-old get that kind of knowledge?

Mr. Claude drops his sigh, feeling like a toho.

Such knowledge predominantly, from previous life. I came to this world just in the middle of adolescence.

"So, can I accept that I am not currently having an affliction with a bulky toddler?

"Of course you are! I have no childhood taste. [M] I don't feel bad about it. We need Lew's knowledge and skill."

Again, make an observation so that you can twist and twist.

I'm clean! But I have a Mr. Claude who hands-up my referee every now and then.

But he says he won't get his hands on it when he's a toddler, but he's sure to be slowly trying to get me to have kids. You pervert!

Um, but wait. Mr. Claude is quite handsome. I'm wealthy. Oh, isn't that bad? Excellent property? Although there is a slight difference in years...

Either that or it feels more like you're in love with the value of the product against me than you are in love with me. That's easier said than done.

All right, once you decide that, let's get out of here if you don't want to. Let's do that.

"Well, I get it. But when you have an affair with me before you marry me, I won't condone it."

When I told him that in Doss's voice, Mr. Claude exhaled in a ho and admitted that he understood. Indeed, the age at which we could marry in this world should have been 15. If there's a respite until then, there's got to be a lot to think about.

I, in obvious motion, change the seating position and distance myself from Mr. Claude.

Mr. Claude looks a little lonely, but I don't care.

And I've come a long way. Zunzun down the road in the mountains. I enjoyed the view at first, but I got tired of trees, trees and trees everywhere.

Speaking of which, when we were in the village of Galligari, it was said that there would be mammoths in the mountains, but not here?

- Hee-hee!

Suddenly, I thought I heard a loud horse roar, and the carriage rocked heavily. What an arrow stabbing around my thigh when I suddenly look at a rampant horse!

And it felt like Zuzazar from the side, and people like chimps appeared to see it.

Maybe this is a bandit!

I dare to hold my head and groan. On top of that, there were signs that Mr. Claude was grumbling, as well, to protect me.

The waving of the carriage, with the horse stuck, subsided, but there was a sound of a sword trident like Kin, Kin, Gacha and a scream of a man.

If you open your fearful eyes, two knights who were coming with you as escorts are jumping forward and dealing with men of good stature dressed in rugged outfits. Beyond it, about 10 men with a tweezer or something stood up to play tricks.

Your man, Mr. Smith, whispers, "We need to turn back," and tries to change the direction of the carriage, but sometime, before us, he's a skinhead, a bandit! There was a big man riding up the carriage that felt like, poking his sword in front of Mr. Claude.