The Little Duchess’ Home Tutor

- This is still the story of one day when Lydia Linster wasn't 'The Sword Princess'.

There are so many cafes in the western part of Wangdu.

This is supposedly the result of the increase in the number of students attending educational institutions concentrated in the West, but no one knows the details.

Such, one of many stores. One beautiful girl sat in a seat placed outside a small spilled cafe with an impressive empty roof.

Glowing red hair long enough not to reach your shoulders.

What you're wearing is a Royal School uniform, with the honorable 'Three Sundays Moon' silver ornament shown by the chief on the hat on the round table. A one-handed sword is erected in the chair next door. From the applied design, obviously a large business.

Says it's a cafe, but there's no coffee or tea on the round table, just a glass of water and a little baked confectionery.

Place your right elbow, stick your cheeks, and come forward and glance down the street. They're waiting for someone, and when they know they're not here yet, they give them a disgruntled look, and soon afterwards, they change happily. All this time is appropriate for my age. Early teens, I guess.

Occasionally, the pleasant breeze that announces the early summer blows through and makes beautiful hair dull, which shows for sure that this red-haired girl is the famous' lady 'of the famous house, but the cafe clerks and regular guests are used to it.

"Don't sneak up on the untouched linster. Rather, good luck worshipping '

This spring, a beautiful red-haired girl enrolled in the Royal School and started attending this cafe with one boy a few months earlier. It didn't take long for this to be a common recognition. Nowadays, some fierce people talk easily.

... regardless, only if there is a boy. Looks like we're behind today.

The pretty red-haired girl put her elbows on, swelled her cheeks slightly, bumps.

"... at all. I can't believe you kept me waiting. So I told you I was coming with you. 'Go ahead Lydia. I have to comfort the sad school director. That's my fault for telling you to be serious. [M]... too much. Later, your sermon', oh, my God! Because you said so, I slashed every metastatic magic.... Idiot. Big idiot."

If there had been a magician who had heard this whine, it would have been difficult even to comment on something.

I slashed every metastatic magic.... Impossible.

Nowadays, only a very small number of elves have been used, metastatic magic is super high difficulty magic.

If used, you can kill any notion of intermittence, per se, and gain an overwhelming advantage in combat.

Naturally, in order to use it, a magic control technique that goes far beyond the human domain and a magic amount that exceeds enormous amounts of power are required. Generally speaking, Miga, magic like one foot into an urban legend.

Slash it...

If it's true, there's no reason why Sir Rod, a warring warrior who served in the Demon King's War two hundred years ago, should be heartbroken.

- Before the pretty girl with the red hair, one of these beautiful girls sat down again.

Beautiful blonde hair to the shoulder. Tall as a pretty red-haired girl, luxurious.

Dressed in a royal school uniform, capped to the head. Deep intelligence in the eyes. He is lowering a cane on his hips. A short distance away, the appearance of two or three elves. It was an escort.

"... you don't remember allowing me to sit down, do you? Cheryl."

"Oh, really? I was like, 'Allen's not coming...... wow, me, I was abandoned!? What am I going to do? Ahhh.' Did you see that face? Heh heh... Your Highness Duchess Lydia Linster is adorable too, isn't she?

"... Aren't your eyes rotten? See, go home to the royal palace, Your Highness Princess Cheryl Wainwright?

"Huh? I don't like it?

"Why not!

"You're meeting Allen, aren't you? Exclude me. It's not cheating. Oh, and oh."

"Hey, what's up?"

Abuse floats in Cheryl's eyes.

Obviously, Lydia was frightened.

On her lips, with her index finger, Her Royal Highness Nico.

"- Did you want to be alone with Allen? dating, or something??

Oh, no, no, no!

Instantly bright red, a beautiful red-haired girl wolves.

Don't miss that opportunity, the maids of the Linster family who were lurking turn to the video jewels. Some already have nosebleeds. Inside is "Li, Li, Lady Lydia, or, too cute. Kaha" vomiting blood.

Looking at such a friend, Cheryl just ordered from the clerk. Apparently, he's not going to leave you alone.

He was still a confused Lydia, but drinks up a glass of water at once, closes his eyes, arms, and attempts to argue with a quick mouth as he turns that way.

"Oh, you know what? Or don't get me wrong, huh? Oh, he's just my servant, more or less."

"Hmm? Me?? Oh, clerk, have some cold tea. The cup is for two."

Turning to his face, there he was a boy student at the Royal School.

Light brown hair. Thin body. Tall, lower than the girls, still young on their faces.

You've been running, sweating on your forehead.

In natural motion, sit down next to Lydia, pour water into an empty glass, and drink up.

"Ah..." "Mm..."

"Ha, yummy. The head of the school chased me halfway. It was hard to shake it off. Lydia, next time give me a little relief... Lydia? Master Cheryl??

".................. Stupid" ".................. Allen. Dear Sir, no!

The pretty red-haired girl let her face down as she turned bright red to her neck muscles. The voice color is mixed with unseen embarrassment and joy, and the grump of earlier is scratching away.

The maids of the Linster family, who were filming it, couldn't help but lay their hands on the ground, worshipping Allen and Lydia, and a large number of people are about to ascend.

Cheryl's escorts, the Elves' sisters, are also looking up to their cheeks with their hands.

One, his cheeks swelled wide. A boy explained to Her Royal Highness the princess.

"No, you can't do that. There are plenty of them, even if it's just in-school calls."

"Lydia is not a callout!

"If we don't call it off, we'll kill it. I've been burning it lately, and I've added it."

"Ah..."

The boy and Her Royal Highness saw His Royal Highness the common slightly troubled princess and at the same time laid her hands on her forehead.

Flaming feathers dance.

"... both of you? Especially a servant!!

"Yes, sir. As Her Royal Highness said. Would you like some tea?

"-... drink"

To the female clerk who was peeking, the boy signaled.

- The three of them spent a quiet early summer afternoon together.