The Little Duchess’ Home Tutor

"Yes, Master Richard, uh"

"Sally, it's okay. Because I can eat alone."

"No! Master Richard is seriously injured! Yes, uh - is it delicious?

"... yeah. Thank you, Sally."

"Huh? Well, what's wrong? Sa, Sally is Richard's fiancée, so it's natural to take this position! When you wrote to me, Sally... Sally...!

"I'm sorry. I really thought I'd reward you. [M] But I missed you. To my lovely, lovely fiancée, Countess Sally Sykes."

"Li, Dear Richard..."

"Kohon!

Lydia deliberately coughed just before her face overlapped with that of Richard, who lay in a luxurious bed placed in the special room of East Capital's largest national hospital, and Countess Sykes.

... That's mean. No, you're not the only one.

"Doctor, why are you suddenly stopping!" No. It's too early for you guys.

Richard, smiling bitterly, noticed me and raised one hand, so I greeted him, too. His hands were covered in bandages.... what? What about this slight but odd magic?

You must have noticed us late. The girl looked back slowly.

He gave a cry that didn't make a voice, and instantly his face turned bright red. And he ran away from the hospital room like a shedding.

... pathetically.

Tina and the others can come in. Was that you earlier? Come on...... who is it? "That one..." Line, let's keep it quiet here.

"Hey, Lydia, Allen. And did Line and the others come too?

"White. I thought I told you to come. That's pathetic, what a fucking asshole.

"Ha, it's not nice"

"Richard, what you just did to the boulder... later, comfort you"

"Isn't that obvious? It's really cute of you to blame me so hard in anger."

"... Brother Fool"

"... Brother Richard"

Lydia and Lynne look at Richard with a look of heartfelt contempt.

Kingsguard's deputy commander can't possibly be unaware of our signs... he must be loved.

This expression of affection, I see signs of it. I want Line to grow up very honest.

"... what?

"Nothing. Richard, briefly. What happened, sir?

"Right. We've been after Gerald for the past month or so. The charge is conspiracy. It's a secret mission. I can't believe the royal people are plotting such a thing... because it's not something we can talk about outside."

"You're getting confused. Brother Fool, you are even the eldest son of the Linster family. Stronger than that idiot. If you pull out the Royal Secret Devil's Sword, you won't lose."

"I think so, too. Allen."

Seriously, Richard's gaze gave me something.

Turn to Tina and the others who were listening to the conversation and speak gently.

"Guys, can you take your seats off, please?

"... Brother Allen, am I too?

"Yeah. It's okay, 'cause we're just gonna talk a little bit"

"... ok"

Sorry. Apparently, he doesn't want to show it to you.

Lydia is - right? Somehow, Richard said, "Weird things, are you thinking?" I'm not being honest.

Anticipating Tina and the others leaving the room, activates anti-sight and soundproofing magic.

"Brilliant. I'll replace the Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard at any time."

"Just kidding. So what's the story?

"Oh, right. I'm sorry, but could you take this bandage? I have both hands, so it's hard on me."

His hands were wrapped in bandages.

Because the dominant arm was definitely to the right...... I can take my left arm and slowly remove it and the smell of meat burning into the hospital room. This bandage has a fire-resistant junction.

Unbandaging it to the point where I could see the hand and the middle of the arm clearly revealed the difference.

His hands were burning, and still burning, little by little, but surely.

"… the likelihood of seeing it. Pathetic. I can't believe the next Duke of Linster, who was supposed to manipulate" Flames, "suffered a major burn. I don't even have to be a joke. Besides, you know what I mean?

"Richard, what's this all about? This flame... No, this is not a flame. It's like, 'Curse'! As it were, your arms..."

"Having caught up with Gerald, we broke into an old mansion in the East Capital to tie him up. The operation went well - or so it seemed. Not until the rushed guy takes out an odd old book. From then on, I'm self-absorbed. Good thing I kept his flames down by myself... but he's... he's not Gerald anymore! It's too dangerous. Allen, Lydia, I know it's a mistake to ask you guys. But we don't have time to call the magician of Nenda from Wangdu!

"... Brother Fool, the Kingsguard is still after you?

"Oh. It's about him. I think he's already figured out where he is."

"Oh, I see."

That's all she heard, and Lydia turned her heel back and left the room.

... Really, I'm not being honest.

I do magic on both arms before I rebuild Richard's bandage.

"What have you done for me? It's getting a lot easier."

"It's a fire-resistant magic I was studying privately. I think we can make progress somewhat slower. Rest assured. We have solved many problems so far. I'll do something about it this time. Lydia's gonna do it, too."

"You want Lydia? I think I was disappointed to see such a pitiful figure..."

I'm really a brother and sister. Weird and weak.

Unexpectedly, dull, laughing, the sound of a strong knock on the door. Yes, yes, as your lady says.

In words, Lydia waits outside to find out, so she speaks to Richard with no voice but her mouth moving.

"(It's okay. Lydia really loves you too)"