"Gladys!"
After school, I was ready to go home and stopped in the hallway where I had just left the classroom with everyone.
Looking back, Ernest walks in.
"Oh, Ernest. What's the matter with you?
I need to talk to you for a second.
"- Oh, yesterday?
"Yes, it is."
Even if you can't tell me, I have a general idea of the content.
"Well, here I am. See you tomorrow."
"Gladys! It's 'Ho Ren Seo'!
When I tried to take Ernest with me, Euka's eyes shouted at me. Viola also has a kind of meaningful face.
Yeah, maybe that expectation is wrong.
Chiaran, Max, and Noah, the three boys, after all, can predict what the story is about. He dropped me off with a slightly caring look.
That's right, this is the next Duke too. When we walk alone, we get noticed. It seems that there are still many students who do not know that they are cousins.
"Did you hear about yesterday?
Away from the signs of people, Ernest quickly asks straightforward questions.
Yesterday's story is about Tristan and Quentin going to the royal castle and discussing it.
(G) How to dispose of monsters that resemble (...) Les (...) Le (...) s (...), but without knowing anything about it. If it's necessary, I'll do it myself.
"Yeah, I heard. I think that's a good conclusion."
"Are you okay?
He laughs at my reaction.
Somehow, this kind of hardship is very similar to Quentin. Is it serious or straight for the younger part?
The monster to be crushed is using Grace's body, making me worried about my daughter. It's basically confidential information, but like Max, it seems to tell his successor the details. Tilda will be out of bed nets because there is no assault.
"No problem at all. What about Ernest?"
On the contrary, the bitter look returns.
"Honestly, I'm not feeling well. I don't remember, but I'm a bloody aunt."
"Besides, your face looks just like mine. If you're going to fight, attack without hesitation. Because you still have something sweet."
As I pointed out, there was a wrinkle between the eyebrows. When I was in the Battle Royal, I immediately realized that it was a mistake I had missed.
"I feel like I'm going to break free now."
He murmured to the stick as he stared at my face.
"That's fine. Professor Rufus, in front of me, mercilessly cut into two. Still, it was a totally no-damage thing."
"Was it that strong...?
I'm a magician, but I think I could say the same level as my father.
Ernest watches over my assessment.
"--I didn't hear that...."
She moaned with a clear and strong tone. When I hear that the enemy has Tristan levels, no knight can help but turn pale.
"If you think that's impossible, you need to leave immediately. I've spoken to the Duke, so I'm sure they'll be announcing some changes soon. Maybe being a monster is generally hidden."
"As the main culprit in the Magic Faction case, why would I arrange for your sketch?
"--I hadn't thought about it...."
If you ask me, you're right.
According to the letter of arrangement, the black robe, height 180-185, and even the gender were unknown. It was presumed to be a man from his height, but it was actually different from there in the first place. Because I was wearing a 10 cm high heel.
Now that we know what's in the robe, we should be able to correct it. It's almost identical to mine.
That's very unpleasant.
But it's a necessary precaution in order not to misunderstand me and expose ordinary people to danger.
Since I am largely an escort, I feel much more at ease in terms of security, even if the common perception of "Be careful if this face is alone." Uh-huh.
Now Ernest laughs when he sees me in a difficult look.
"Celebrities are tough. Be careful not to be called."
"I'm not going to be shy."
Stop thinking about it and leave it to Isaac. Looking forward, it's good that the killer stands out, yeah.
"There's nothing I can do about it. I want to focus on enjoying it because the fun events are getting closer."
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Ernest pointed his gaze at me.
"You're not planning another weird imitation, are you?
"I can't believe it. Everyone tells me that, but basically, there's no fighting, so I don't bother messing around. I usually aim for the goal."
How vigilant am I already? Yeah, well, not all the loopholes are cool. Even if you make it easy, it won't be good for the future of your friends, and I'm going straight this time!
My determination seems doubtful to Ernest.
"I'll leave Tilda to you, so don't make a funny impact."
"That's why I'm junior!
I remember giving back the lines I said to Quentin yesterday.
"Speaking of which, has Uncle Quentin returned to the realm yet? Your father left early this morning. I got drunk yesterday and didn't say goodbye. Didn't you say anything?
I'll ask about my uncle who wasn't there if I noticed.
Tristan was in a good mood in the morning. But I don't remember anything from yesterday's swallow seat. Tristan left without telling me the details. I wonder if we can find it from Quentin.
I don't think I've done anything so bad.
"Ah, Uncle Tristan invited me. We also returned to the Territory this morning." Something "... is that it?
Ernest looked back and looked suspicious.
"Dad, I told you I'd never swallow you again."
"- Yes?"
"I was in a really bad mood. Even if I asked you, you wouldn't answer me any more. What have you done?
When asked seriously, there is no answer.
"--I want to know...."
What the hell did I do!!?
Ah, I care!!!