The girl with the fire wheel.

The public was making a lot of noise, but Noel still had a great day. Train the termite party face-to-face until the sun goes down and make a fuss about alcohol in one hand at night. Of course I haven't forgotten the trumpet practice. Involve reluctant ligrets and familiarize them with their ears so that they can move smartly. Less than two weeks later, Cynthia was also making enough moves to keep an eye on her.

"Excellent. This was that dirty, no, I don't think you're the ones who weren't up to it. Yeah, it's a fine thing."

"Dear Cynthia, that just changed the way you say it, and I'm not following you at all."

A gray-headed Barbus calls out to Cynthia, who hastily rephrases, laughing bitterly. The hand holds a trumpet with the season in it. Noel has entrusted the trumpet to his deputy, Ligret and Barbus. Ligret has become a Coimbra soldier and Barbus a conglomerate for the termite party.

"Sorry. I apologize if I offended you"

"No. Never mind. It's cute compared to Rigglett's idiot. She still looks at us as human beings."

"Hasn't your relationship with Lord Ligret improved?"

"Heh, I'm not falling off enough to gladly shake my tail at a woman calling me a monkey. Besides, Captain Noel is the only one we admit to. We're here because it's a promise to that guy."

Cynthia doesn't want to vaguely snort at Barbus, who exposes his hostility. The rank is higher on its own, but Ligret is the daughter of General Wilm. Parent-child relationships seem bad, but it's hard to give them attention toward the face. Most importantly, that personality. To be clear, Cynthia is not good either. Hate and sarcasm if you open your mouth. Speaking decently, I can't help but think of a hand. So Cynthia is trying to avoid it.

Noel, who suppresses it, albeit forcefully, is a big deal.

"... by the way, where is that Captain Noel? I thought I was still training with you today."

"Uh, the captain said I'd go borrow a book from you today or something. Something about an appointment to show me a rare book. I'm in charge of training the soldiers."

Sure, I also feel like I said that before. It's even hard to imagine Noel reading a lot, but people say it doesn't depend. I doubt we need to go as far as throwing out the training, but if you promise Elgar, you have no choice. I'd like to complain about a great word.

"I see, shall I try to show my face, too? Young man, you have to be disrespectful."

"Heh, maybe it's too late. So I'm going back to training."

With that said, Barbus walks out the trumpet with one hand. Playing the collective trumpet in high spirits, the soldiers who were meeting their swords rush over. It was originally an armed group, so it's quick to get used to it. If Noel takes the lead in this squad, it will work.

A red-haired general who runs his horse laughing at swordswallows and raises a double-forked spear. Imagine that, I feel unintentionally shivering.

"What will happen to him at the end of his life? Hmm, still, I can't imagine at all"

Cynthia smiles bitterly, then looks up at the sky. There has been less rain lately and more sunshine. Noel will still be in a good mood today.

Entering the Coimbra library, a pleasant voice echoes from the back. This is the place where Coimbra's history books are packed with literary books and, at the end of the day, all kinds of books up to noble notebooks. It doesn't look like it has been particularly utilized so far, but recording is important. Control is carried out at the sole hand of the commander.

As his voice invited him through the line of bookshelves, he caught sight of Noel as he wrapped his arms around him with a big brush. Elgar, Samurai, Clerk, etc. peek intriguingly into surrounding it. As I snuck closer to wondering what the hell I was doing, Noel seemed to be trying to paint on a white cloth.

"... what the hell is this? Weren't you reading a rare book? It's fun to throw out training, but you're doing something interesting inside."

"Whew, Cynthia!

Speaking from behind, Noel drops his brush out of his mouth in a freaking manner. I forgive Elgar laughing and trying to make excuses in a hurry.

"Don't panic so much, Noel. Cynthia, I've already read the book of promises."

"Really?

"Yeah. I lent you the Coimbra philosopher's book, etc. Noel read it before he could stand for half a day. I'm tired of reading the law books and even the history books."

"... is that true, Noel? I wasn't fooling you, young man."

To Elgar's words, Cynthia turns her suspicious gaze to Noel. Because I'm going to declare confidently that I've read it appropriately in a piecemeal turn. This girl would do it flat rather than possibly do it. Even if the opponent was a son of Taishou.

"I read it right. It's pretty quick to read a book. Not really, it didn't seem to fit my purpose. But it was funny."

"Hmm."

"The funniest part was the Coimbra history book."

"... there wouldn't have been anything interesting. It's mostly a history of defeat."

Little history of the Coimbra dynasty remained before it was ruled by Holseed. All I have is how unnecessarily I lost. Because Coimbra is called a weak soldier, it is also because all these matters were exaggerated.

So, there's no way Cynthia can find out how the truth went.

"In conclusion, this country hasn't had a lot of trouble. That's what the world is like. But it's going to be important."

and so on and starts talking with a great stroke of his jaw. Since it would be disrespectful to the successor Elgar, we shall give him an education as soon as possible.

"Don't say things like you understand, you idiot!

"Ouch."

If you give me a knack for a handful of fist bones, Noel is holding his head down with a pitiful face.

"Dear Cynthia, please be quiet here. There are so many precious books, you can't have them just in case."

"This is rude."

Embarrassed by a skinny scribe, Cynthia rushes to apologize. Naturally you don't miss Noel hiding and laughing so well.

"Oh, when I saw Cynthia getting mad, I came up with it! That's Cynthia."

"Hey."

"Sasha."

Rotate the big brush a turn and run it to the white cloth. The red stains the white cloth and quickly takes shape.

What I wrote up was a picture of two hammers intersecting. Is it meant to be some kind of crest? It draws surprisingly well, and I'm not ashamed to let it go out like this. It's a flourish.

"What is this?

"Knights fly family crests as squad flags, right? It was in the book I just read. So, I don't have a family crest, so I tried to get you to think about it."

"Hate, I'm too oblivious to that. Speaking of crests, I can't think of anything but a balance. That's why we were all gathered together to squeeze our wisdom. Think of it as a disgrace to Noel."

"Dear Noel, what do those two hammers mean?

A samurai questions frankly. By contrast, when I took the white cloth, I proudly flipped it.

"These two crossing hammers represent my promise and yours. I mean, the proof of promise is this crest. As long as there's this two-hammer flag, I'll do my best."

Noel speaking with a good face. A samurai and a clerk who looked so impressed. And Elgar, whose face is bright red and he's losing his word.

Seeing how that elgar is, the sight on Cynthia's head comes to mind. The way grown Noel and Elgar wrap around their spectacular outfits and wave to the people. Elgar inherits the status of Taishou and brilliantly develops the Coimbra territory. Noel stands modestly beside him as the wife who supports it.

So what am I doing then? Probably busy days as their child's escort and caregiver...

"... wait. Does that mean I have to call Noel my wife?

"I'm confused, what's wrong?

"Oh, yes, no, nothing! Yeah, it's nothing!

Reply to Noel, who asks with a pompous look, shaking off his delusions and panicking. Whatever it is, it won't happen because you're too different in your identity, but it's not strange that Elgar has special feelings for Noel. Strong impression that it helped me in my predicament. They look even better, they stand up in arms, and they are the heads of promising young people in the future at Coimbra. Not strange considering them, but it would be a lot worse. Noel's personality.

When I try to stab the nail for now, Elgar utters words clouding his expression.

"All right, I'll ask Father for that crest.... I'm sorry, but let's open this up today"

"Yeah, fine. I don't know, young man today, you're not well. He's kind of tired when he's laughing."

"... Oh, actually, my mother, you're not feeling very well. The new samurai are doing a great job."

Elgar meditates and sighs in both eyes. I'm only 12 years old, but that voice is terribly tired and grown up.

Sarah suffered an arrow wound as she escaped from the rock bell. I was relieved that I wasn't so profound. It is Cynthia's responsibility if that is the cause.

"Young man, the arrow wound the other day..."

"No, that's not it. The wound was completely healed, but the samurai said her heart effort was sneaky. These days, this coin bra has been a lot of things, so my mother must have been tired too. … these days, I can't even eat much and only take water. While your body gets thinner and thinner."

"Was it..."

"What, I think this is also temporary due to the heat. We also received medicines and rare foods from the State of Gemb, so we should be better soon. If it weren't for your mother, your father would miss you."

Elgar making you laugh by force. Cynthia doesn't know what to say and can only snort quietly. That doesn't change the samurai or the clerk.

But when Noel stood up quietly, he pounded Elgar's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's okay. Let's be bright and cheerful like the day. I'm sure it'll work out better."

"No, Noel! You're being rude to me, young man!

"... that's fine. Sure, even with a dark face, Mother won't be pleased. If only I wasn't firm. Thank you, Noel."

Stop the exasperating Cynthia, Elgar tells. And connect words the way you come up with something.

"Yes, I think I said I got food from Gemb earlier. As a matter of fact, a mission came from his state. To welcome them, dinner will be held tomorrow. If you like, you should also attend."

"Yeah, I get it, not I get it!

"Ha, I don't care if it's not a tribute, but that would be better because Cynthia gets angry"

"Young man, you must not spoil Noel. This fool will be completely reluctant, so you have to tighten it moderately. No, we should be more relentless than moderate."

"Cynthia's too tight, isn't she? I'm always so loud in my novels."

"Whose fault is it!

"Right?"

"Ha, I'm not really bored with you guys. I'd like to talk more, but that's not why. I'll take care of the rest, Cynthia. Noel, I'll see you tomorrow."

When Elgar raises his hand, he takes the samurai and exits the library. When he saw it, the secretary also returned to his duties.

…………

…………

Noel and I stare at each other silently for a while.

Noel turns his back, covering his head with a white cloth bearing an earlier crest. Are you going to be hiding? That's where I try to escape. Grab a glitch around my back and force it to stop.

"What?"

"Just fine. I don't have a problem with the location, so let's do a review on politeness and language here today."

Remove the cloth and poke your finger.

"So, but I have training. Look, I'm the captain. Uh, busy, busy."

"I don't care. Barbus did a good job."

"Oh, I have to write a report about my training. We need to hurry because they were urging us!

"Throw it all round Lord Ligret and say what! That's how you fix the vice of trying to do something on the spot!

"Yes, I totally understand! I sincerely apologize to Senior 100 Cynthia!

Noel delivers the perfect holseed-style salute. It's a skilled move that you fall in love with unexpectedly, but it doesn't make any sense in this setting. Conversely, it is oiling Cynthia's wrath.

"Only the words and salutes are splendid, but I don't understand your face at all. Whatever you say, I'll never let you get away with it, so just give it up and take a seat."

When Cynthia gave her final notice, Noel sat back in the chair, reluctantly and so on. Nothing. Cynthia's not free either. I have some paperwork to clean up. But he nodded deeply that this was also in his work, and began to begrudgingly preach to Noel what obedience was.

- And three hours later. Speak to Noel as he lays on his desk.

"I forgot the key thing. Do you have a dress for the ceremony?

"Of course not. Oh, it's hard to move what's so flimsy, and I don't know if I need it."

Shake your head sideways like you don't seem interested.

"Then what the hell are you going to wear to dinner tomorrow?"

"The military uniform I got before this. I'm going to wear the Kimpy Medal. I guess that would be fine if we just had dinner anyway. 'Cause it's military, right?

Sure, if you're a man, there's nothing wrong with military uniforms. In coin bras that prefer flashy things from past glory, women's dresses are fundamental. In the first place, there is no exception because the very existence of a female knight or the like is quite rare.

"Unfortunately, no. In coin bras, it is customary for women to wear dresses during these events. I don't mean it, but that's what the world is all about, so bear with me. I know you're a good cliche."

“That's what the world is all about," “I can't help it." It's Noel's cliché. I don't like throwing words, so I'm trying to fix them, but I haven't been able to correct them. For the sake of giving up quickly, I show an unusual obsession with “promises". What a distorted personality.

The biggest bad habit is to snort and delude appropriately "yeah," “ok," etc. about things you're not going to be able to protect or intend to protect. This is a manifestation of 'Yeah, I get your story, but I have no intention of protecting it'. I should be careful, as I articulate my manoeuvres with a cheerful face.

"Um, but I don't have a dress. So I'm going in this uniform. It's okay, it's okay. Nobody cares about me."

Cynthia gets stunned that this guy knows nothing about herself. Noel will surely attract attention. The future warlord who appeared in the coin bra, and even more so if he came with a woman who looked beautiful at first sight.

Grohl praises Noel for his bravery every time. I guess the impression of the Canaan street battle was so vivid by then.

If that Noel makes a mistake, Grohl's face will be crushed. Therefore, Cynthia is strictly cadet educating Noel.

"You can't because I care."

"No, I don't care -"

Blocking Noel's words, Cynthia pounds her palms.

"All right, let's just say we're going to hurry up and go to the tailor. You can lend me mine, but there's nothing in the boulder that's going to fit your length. If you don't say luxury, you'll figure it out in a day. I just need to rework something."

If you go to a familiar store and pay a fair price, you can handle it. It won't be overnight when it comes to creating it from scratch, but it would be possible if it was just reworked.

"But it's bad for Cynthia, I'm already tired today, I'm hungry, and to tell you the truth, it's a pain in the ass"

"That's the same thing with me. Look, if we don't just go, the store's gonna close!

"Hey, wait a minute. Don't pull so hard..."

Ignoring raising a protest, he forcefully grabs his arm up and pulls it over.

Every day has been really busy since Noel came to this castle. Noisy as well as busy. Nevertheless, I don't hate it that much. It's like having a petty sister. Did my brother, who left the world young because of illness, also have these feelings for himself? I don't know now.

(At first I was relative as an enemy, but I didn't expect this to be the case. Life is something I really don't understand)

Cynthia smiled slightly and began to spin her brain at all costs wondering what dress would look good on Noel.

- Contrary to that, Noel's eyes were circling.