The Abandoned Baroness is one of the Black Knight’s favorites

"Gilbert, then what about Miss Sofia?

A few days after leaving with Sofia, Gilbert was questioned by Mathias in the office of Prince Doe, who was always alone. It is an attitude that sees through curiosity, while being casual. Gilbert sighed small.

I was given the right to protect her the other day.

Sofia was confused at the time. Gilbert regretted the haste. Mathias looked him in the eye and stopped the hand that was writing.

"─ ─ Does that mean you made a promise?

For Mathias, I thought it was a cautious and missing question. But that would be natural. Gilbert himself has a sense of inconsistency.

"Yes, I swore to protect you instead of being on your side."

"Gilbert... why is that?

I think back to what I told Sofia that night. I wonder how much she understands Gilbert, nodding at what she thought was a trick.

"It's reassuring when I'm talking, and I've been working more efficiently since she came."

I wanted to see you grow, and I wanted to protect you if there was something painful, but I dared not talk to you. Still, I'm sure Gilbert's inner circle is entirely foreseeable. Mathias laid his cheek on the desk with his left hand, lowering his gaze and sighing deeply.

"─ ─ It's been rumored lately that you're obsessed with cats. Anything, the cat, the light brown hair, the dark green eyes."

Gilbert thought of the origin of the story and wrinkled between his eyebrows. That's what we talked about in the office of 2nd Platoon. Since then, I have had trouble being bragged about cats by unrelated superiors and other people in other departments. I've been lying about Sofia this time, but the rumors seem to be getting bigger.

That's right.

"If you want to be too cute and locked up, or if you like touching it ─ ─ When did you have a cat?

Mathias had a gazing look in her eyes. Gilbert can't be the enemy of the opponent you're talking about. Give up and open your mouth honestly.

"─ ─ If I was deceptive, it was more widespread than I expected."

"They say they love cats, but they don't know what their emotions will be like when they become women."

I objected to Mathias' stupid tone in the middle of the day, but I stuck my tongue in front of him. In fact, Gilbert doesn't have an answer right now. I couldn't talk about that feeling for Sofia either.

"I'm sorry."

When she responded without difficulty, Mathias pulled her lips together in a tedious manner. Gilbert turns a blind eye to a slight guilt.

"Gilbert, you're nothing."

The tone seemed convinced, but I appreciated Mathias' blurring of words.

"I'm not going to get her into my situation."

That was determination. Gilbert himself didn't want to be happier now. No matter how cute you want to take care of it, don't monopolize it. May Sofia have his feminine, serene and gentle happiness, I hope. In her expanding world, it was enough to be given the right to defend herself at the forefront until then.

"Gilbert, I am. I hope you want more."

"─ ─ What a waste of words, Your Highness."

Gilbert's work with his magic and position will easily hurt that lovely girl. We're not going to let them bear it together from the beginning.

The door was knocked on and the same Second Platoon crew came in. It must be time to change the guard. Gilbert left the Crown Prince's office in gratitude.

Gilbert walks down the hallway with wrinkles between his eyebrows as Mathias pokes his core. People passing each other on the way pass by silently looking at their faces. I didn't intend to bring good mood or bad mood to work, but the Buddha's summit is also convenient when I don't want to be heard.

On the way, replace the escort seriousness with a forged sword, and the second platoon will head to the training yard. There are many other tasks besides escorts, but Gilbert's primary job is to mentor his men on days when the workout yard is available.

"─ ─ Gilbert, I'm tired. What, did His Highness tell you something?

Upon arrival at the workout yard, Arbel, who had solved his body earlier, called out to Gilbert. I wonder if it still appeared on my face. Gilbert closes for the first time and calms down.

"Good work, Captain. Nothing. Besides, the training situation is..."

"Ah, they're working together today, but they seem to be doing well. I want you to practice two against one later."

Looking at Arbel's tip, two young men were still wearing a one-on-one imitation sword. The accuracy seems to have improved considerably since the other day, and it certainly seems to be in good shape.

─ ─ Did something happen?

Arbel sighed small at Gilbert with his neck tilted.

"Recently, the atmosphere of the squad has improved. The cause of the atrophy has made you so soft. Young people are particularly susceptible to air changes."

"Me?

I didn't mean to atrophy it.

"You always said that. Just being a magical knight at the Marquis puts a lot of pressure on you, so be flexible with your crew. I was impressed that you were trying, but didn't you realize that?

"Awareness is ─ ─"

There was certainly awareness. You go home, you accept yourself, you have a presence to protect. For a moment, I was able to forget my position and my job. Gilbert answers to himself, "I wonder if the room was softening the consolidated mind." When I remembered my smile, it seemed that my face was stronger than before.

"You were right to have a cat."

Arbel smiles happily and slaps Gilbert on the back. Unfortunately, Gilbert followed the crew's movements with his eyes. In a few moments, Gilbert and Arbel will each be in training. Arbel said nothing more when he observed each of his men's fighting habits one by one.