The Magnificent Battle Records of A Former Noble Lady

Migliane Fruktor just "looked" at how things were going.

The prince of this country and the knight apprentice are arguing somewhat (though it is a little noisy to say).

Three people who don't recognize them look at them with terribly cold eyes.

He hid behind the curtain and used clairvoyant magic to just "look" at it.

Migliane Fructre fully understood that her presence in this country was heretical. Therefore, I intend to obtain permission to return to my country as a reward at dawn when this purification journey has been successfully completed.

Thank you very much to the people of this country. Even if it was to benefit this country with its vast magic power and rare magical talents like yours, it guaranteed my own safety and food and shelter, which I had nothing on my own. That is why I was going to contribute a little to the crisis in this country before returning to my own homeland.

I thought I should go home. Because the people of this country wanted the power of Migliane, but not Migliane herself. Because you didn't accept the existence of Migliane Fructor.

"No, actually, I've been in this room since the beginning..."

"What?"

Migliane panicked when she realized that the gaze of the people in the room, who had been unconscious for a while, was right for her.

I panicked so much that I would do the same magic again from the top of the sign eraser magic I had already put on.

If you take one big, deep breath and just put your face out of the curtain where you were hiding, four pairs of eyes are looking this way.... For some reason, only the prince is stretched out on the floor, but I decided not to care.

Originally I know people...... or I have a sense of extreme shyness, so if I pull in in in a hurry, the Knight Apprentice will introduce me.

If I greeted her in such a way as to take a ride to her, she would bite her, and she would be stuck with a beautiful woman. Hiding behind the curtain again for a while out of embarrassment. If I put a horrible face on the footsteps that approached this side, the woman who had been stuck earlier looked at herself with curiosity.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Sirtina. May I call you Master Migliane?

"Ah, yes. You don't have to put it on……"

A gentle voice, Migliane thought. And he said it was a familiar name.

"Oh, uh, are you," Sirtina Barratona "? Lady of the house of the Duke of Barratona, ma..."

Hilarious, and I felt the temperature around me drop once or twice. His eyes, which had been directed at him in a gentle colour until earlier, are now just cold coloured.

"... Ah, you know, me,"

I don't know what touched her anger. Still, I did touch something she shouldn't touch. I had to apologize. The spinning words were trembling.

Yeah, that's why I shouldn't have been involved with people. It hurts me unconsciously. You should live alone, like this, just useless with power. Otherwise, I'll see you...

"I'm sorry."

"……… Huh?

He looked at Sirtina with a troubled face when he raised his face, which leaned down to the words that sounded unexpected. There are no more cold colors in those eyes.

"Master Migliane doesn't know me."

"Eh?"

"You know the name Sirtina Barratona, but you don't know me."

……

"Dear Migliane, I am Sirtina. Unfortunately, they took my family name two years ago, so I'm just Sirtina now."

"Ah, I... Could you be absurdly rude..."

Blood draws from your face. Yes, I've heard of it. The person named "Sirtina Barratona" was deported from the country two years ago. Her name, which she had not already been in this country when she came, was nevertheless grumbled everywhere. All of them were things that wanted her to exist, and that's why Migliane was wondering why the person she wanted so far was not in this country right now, but she didn't think it was enough to ask anyone. If you are not in this country, you will have nothing to do with it. I just understood from the stories of the people around me that he was "the eldest daughter of the Duke of Barratona family and a person who had been deported from the country two years ago".

But that's why, now that he's in front of him, it's no wonder. I wonder why she was expelled from this country.

Is that a good thing to ask? I just gave her the family name "Barratona," and I was told to ask her with cold eyes by then.

"Dear Migliane, you are not from this country."

"Huh?"

"If you're a person in this country, you don't ask me if Sirtina Barratona or anything like that."

……

"Hey, why don't we talk about it? About me and about you."

"My………?

"Yes, I want to know why you came to this country, why you gave me a hand in this country."

"Why, sir?

……

Sirtina narrowed her eyes to my question and laughed furiously.

"Not to get lost in (...) and (...) at (...)"

……

I was deeply convinced by the words and smile for some reason. She has no desire to save this country. And he still took on the Virgin's escort because there was some reason there.

And I thought at the same time.

She said.

"Ah, you know, me, actually..."

While hiding in the curtain, he took off the hood he was wearing so that only Sirtina could see him.

"Elf, what..."

Longer, pointy ears than human ones with mixed white and water colors. Golden eyes and white skin. That was the hallmark of the species known as the "elves".

And that was also because Migliane Fructre is heretical in this country.

".................. Elf, is it? It's the first time I've actually seen it."

Sirtina shrugged as she was impressed.

……

Yes, and they say human beings. Elves were a magically brilliant species, he said. I need your help, please. Always, yes.

"…… Beautiful."

"Eh?"

"It's beautiful."

"Clean, yes………?

I don't understand what she's saying well.

Now, what did she say? I found out that I was an elf, and I said... yes, I said "beautiful".

I saw Migliane herself and said, not the kind of power the "elves" could possess. Beautiful.

That was my first time. For the first time since she became involved with humans, Migliane has just received an honest compliment for herself.

"... eh,"

Migliane, again hooded to cover her moist eyes, took a deep breath twice and three times to calm down.

"… We, the Elves, live in several flocks on the island of Risorda, all the way south of here. … I have done terrible things to my herd……………………"

He came running. I was afraid to confront the sins I had committed, and I fled.

Knowing that his power was apparently a very valuable thing in the land of the humans who fled, he was used everywhere, deceived, and the last thing he arrived in was this country.

Even in this country, I was used to redeem my safety and clothing and shelter, and I still had no choice but to live by magic.

That's how I spent a year in this country. When I received my royal order to face the threat of demons, I decided to go home when this was over.

In the end, there was nowhere else to admit that he was not an "elf" but a "mere Migliane" other than where he was born and raised.

"…… but you have praised me."

Even if that was a praise directed at appearance, nevertheless, the word was certainly a thing directed at her "Migliane Fructre", which was not an elf.

"So... no, if my presence seems to get in the way at (...) and (...), please don't hesitate to cut it off"

"……… I understand."

Sirtina replied with a grin to my words. And when he turns his back on Kurli, he calls on two of the people who waited until the end of our story.

"Cro, Al. It's over. She said," It's okay. "

"Is that so?"

"Okay."

The two people who nodded at Sirtina's words came closer and greeted me. The two people who named themselves Alhardt and Kreutz said nothing in particular when they found out Migliane was an elf. I just thought so. That's all.

And when it came to Kreutz, he told me that he was an outsider.

"... demon of use, is it? I've never seen it before."

"I've never seen an elf before either."

"……… it's not what it is."

"Ho, do you understand? Anyway, it doesn't come true what I really am here. Any chance you have of that."

Kreutz, who said so, is called by Alhardt to step back.

"Dear Migliane,"

Sirtina came before Migliane again instead.

"I need to talk to you later. Can I have a moment of your time after this face-to-face meeting?

"Oh, yes, I'm fine."

"Thank you."

Migliane smiles naturally at Sirtina for saying so.

"You look better with a smile."

Migliane laughed at Sirtina's words again.

I thought she would. She thought she might be someone she could trust to look at Migliane herself...