The Branded Female Fencer

And time is night.

"Is this...?

When Dute Hilde woke up, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling. My body is still hot and carefree, but it's much easier than it was earlier. Wake up a little bit and move your neck to see how the room looks. The condiments are not nasty, but they are not always expensive. It is grouped together in elegant condiments so that it represents a qualitative, but rather more than an identity. It's definitely not my room. Because if you're in your room, nobles from all over the country will send you the latest trendy condiments you don't even want.

"The wasp... was put on a horse by Mr. Jake... and then"

Dute Hilde reminds me of that moment. On second thought, wasn't I being held by Jake? I don't know how much my consciousness was hazy, but I think it exposed me to such defenselessness.

When Dute Hilde is bewildered by the processing of nasty emotions with an embarrassing and impudent one, the door opens and the light plugs in.

"Oh, are you awake?"

"Mr. Jake?

"Pepper, you're waking up."

"Who's going to twirl!

Dute Hilde's protests were murky, and Jake never cared. And shortly afterwards, a green-eyed sister with blonde hair entered the room. It will be the same when she is old, but Dute Hilde breathes without thinking of the majesty and presence she has.

"You're awake. Good. You were close to being in danger, weren't you?

"Huh?"

"I was getting pneumonia because I left him with a cold. When I was brought here, I was on the verge of stopping breathing, and if this Jake hadn't carried it as soon as possible, I wouldn't know what would have happened."

"That's the thing. Me and this pepper, thank you, huh?

Sister connects Jake's stomach, which makes him a little better at it.

"Stay, stay!

"That's how it goes again. I'll be right on track. Is this it if I compliment you a little?

"Yes, that's good. Sometimes."

"All the time, I guess."

Sister easily twisted up Jake's hand trying to resist. Sister never ceases to grin calmly as she restrains her screaming Jake.

"Um, you..."

"I'm late for this. My name is Miriazal. Please, call me Millie."

"Miriazal!?

Dute Hilde hardens himself wondering if he is not the supreme bishop of the Arnelian Church. A woman who is an existing Virgin and the flag of the Arnelian Church. They replace it in several cycles, and worshipping its appearance directly is rare even for royal nobility. Sometimes she is a beautiful woman like a goddess and sometimes an old woman full of charity. It's a girl right now in front of Dute Hilde, but even Dute Hilde, who just learned magic, found out that the magic kettle overflowing her body is different. I just think the Virgin is in front of herself, and Dute Hilde seemed to hold her breath in a different way from not long ago.

The Miriazal smiles slowly at Dute Hilde.

"Jake, why don't you just leave the room for a minute? I'll talk to this person."

"Okay, so let go of me. Damn foolish power... Yikes!

I felt like Miriazal kicked Jake in the back, but Dute Hilde decided he must be confused by a cold.

And Miriazal sitting beside Dute Hilde's bed.

"Oh, that! How rude of you to be wacky in this outfit."

"Never mind. If it wasn't for this kind of opportunity, I wouldn't be able to talk."

Dute Hilde seemed to feel lighter as Miriazal smiled flutteringly. Exactly what the Virgin's smile refers to is this look.

"Jake is the one I took from Sara."

"What about his parents?

"Come on... I heard he was dumped in a snowy town at the age of two. He doesn't remember his parents either, and you don't seem to care. I don't know what you think inside the most. But he never mourned his unfortunate predicament at one time. He's a lot immature, but I think he's fine on that."

Dute Hilde was leaning over. Because I thought Jake would be an orphan, but I didn't even know that.

Furthermore, Miriazal continues.

"It may be a little like a sermon, may I speak to you?

"... yes"

"I thought you were rude, but I've heard from Jake about your situation roughly. Sounds like you're having a hard time."

"No, that's not true..."

Seeing Dute Hilde get even more depressed on her back than what she talks about, Miriazal graciously held her hand.

"Without imposing. I'm in this position, too. Even though the situation is different, I don't understand your feelings."

"Oh no! I hear you have less freedom than a wasp! I'm sure that when I'm appointed high priest, I'll have to get out of here until the end of my tenure as Virgin."

Indeed, that is what is happening externally. Not really, but it was true that I couldn't leave Arnelia unawares.

Miriazal laughs bitterly.

"Sure, you're right, but sometimes I sneak out of here and I go downtown, too, right?

"... is it true?

"Yeah. The Virgin needs a breath, too. Besides, scary women get mad at you, so don't tell me, okay?

Miriazal put his index finger on his mouth and did the trick "keep it to yourself," so the trick was cute and Dute Hilde smiled unexpectedly as well.

"What's wrong?

"No, I thought the Virgin was more human."

"There were times like that at first. But I'm a creature, too. Too much is not good."

Fact is, when Miriazal made Arnelianism, there were times when it was more. But soon I was tired, or tired. Miriazal is originally a mischievous lover. It was impossible at the foundation, such as living in the Deep Green Palace in pure poverty and chastity.

I might have told you that if you let me say it around Tsuko, I would be too pushy.

"You can't do too much, Dute Hilde, even you."

"Huh?"

Dute Hilde looked up to the word.

"Indeed, those who are born like us and are highly identifiable, those who are in a position to coach people, on the other hand, are forced to live a life of scarcity in human taste"

"That's... that's right"

"But I don't think that makes me dependent. In any capacity or position, those who try to use themselves, those who are hostile, those who side with them, those who become friends regardless of damage, appear. But if I close my heart, every one of them will leave."

"Then humans can't do it. If it's just about living, you may be able to, but life will surely not taste. Isn't that the same as being dead anymore?

To Miriazal's words, Dute Hilde did not know how to answer. Silence wrapped the two of them, and eventually Dute Hilde slowly opened his mouth.

"So... what should I do with the wax?

"You have to make trustworthy friends"

Miriazal responds instantly, as if waiting for that word of Dute Hilde.

"People like you who are exposed to various desires are asked to do different things from an early age. The first thing you need to do is grow eyes that spot people."

"I... spot people"

"Yeah. With so many people you can trust, your world will change. It is also possible that those who come to you for various benefits can be true friends, depending on your humanity. It takes advantage of the great aristocracy. Whatever your thoughts, there are people gathering around you. It's up to you what you do with it."

Miriazal's words creep into Dute Hilde's heart. Eventually Dute Hilde nodded slowly.

"Talk to me, you're right. But I've left the wax to my emotions, and I've done terrible things to everyone in school... will everyone forgive me now?

"Are you willing to reflect?

"Yes."

In Dute Hilde's unspoiled reply, Miriazar saw her essence. Originally, Dute Hilde was also a sweetheart. I got somewhat distorted because of growing up, but I'm still young, and there's room to fix anything from now on.

"Now, to be honest with everyone about that feeling. The reactions will be each. Someone who forgives me, someone who doesn't. Apologizing again may not change anything. But I'm sure it's better than not apologizing."

"... yes"

"And take Jake with you"

"You got Mr. Jake?

Dute Hilde looks unexpected. Seeing that face, Miriazal laughed strangely.

"The child is seemingly crude and seemingly unrelated to people, but the sense of justice is twice as strong as a person, and he never abandons anyone who asks for help. Even if it was hostile to you."

"Besides, he regretted not talking to you more. Wouldn't you be able to walk over now?

"... can you, to the wax"

Miriazal gently strokes the anxious Dute Hilde's head. Dute Hilde blushed at the act from a girl who looked the same age, but Miriazar rose out of bed to leave the room so much less.

"You don't know that unless you talk about it. Then let's get him here."

"Um! I'm still ready for my heart"

"Sometimes I tell you to hit it and smash it, Dute Hilde"

Leaving the words and a pranky smile, Miriazal left the room and Jake came in instead.

Continued