The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

The Rolands mission, led by Dear Edward, was able to conclude negotiations with the Kingdom of Samorta in the best possible way and to demonstrate the excellence of the next generation, both nationally and internationally - should have been.

But the topic was dispelled by the Orcot invasion of the Diagilev Empire, and the Rolands mission was struggling for their respective jobs early on home.

"... and to say that is it, I am under house arrest at home to spare time. It's graceful."

Me, Julianna Lewis, upon her return from the Kingdom of Samorta, was separated from Marie, the dedicated maid, and forced into her chambers with or without her presence.

The window is fitted with an iron lattice at some point to prevent escape, and there are several locks outside the door.

He used his hand and tried to escape, but it was all crushed by Grace and the others.

Apparently my father is afraid of something.

My favorite brother Vincent seems to be on my father's side this time, too, and he never comes to see me.

"... I never thought I'd have a sister-brother fight and a parent-child fight at the same time. But the most unforgivable thing..."

What floated behind my brain was the grin of a belly-black Edwardian.

"You want to break your engagement? How dare you keep me falling in love and now return my palms? Not only are you cattle and black, you scumbag!

When I hit the pillow at my disposal, the white wings danced through the universe.

"I am not a weak woman to be protected. Why do you think I've been trying to be a strong person? Because I wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with my loved ones and fight with them!

In a room where there is no one, I am outraged by my impudence.

Because neither my family nor Master Edward have any credibility in trying to keep me away.

I regret that fact so much.

"... I'm definitely leaving this room."

But that is what makes it difficult for me to do it alone.

Marie, who is good at hiding, does not come to pick me up, which means that she, too, is being put in a predicament.

But I do not mourn.

In this house is another maid whom I place my faith in.

"Monica, please. Take me out of this room, as you saved me from prison in the King's City Church."

When I groaned so, I stroked the necklace with the yellow stone, which I had been wearing since I was placed under house arrest.

I, Monica Anthrone, was in such a hurry.

It has been three weeks since the Lord, Lady Julianna, placed under house arrest in the Mansion on the orders of her husband.

Being her dedicated samurai, I still couldn't do anything, even though I had to rescue her as soon as possible.

"... Marie, please come home soon"

Unexpectedly weak sounds overflow.

It's not like I haven't done anything either.

It is forbidden to approach Master Julianna's room, and if he tries to flex the other servants, he orders the grasshopper of one garden.

Does Jean, who is familiar with childhood, put heat on his research, leave the lab alone and unreliable?

Marie, a senior samurai, seems to be under interrogation at the Royal Palace and hasn't returned yet.

I haven't worked at the Marquis Lewis family for a year, where I was a chick samurai in a lonely struggle, and there's no way I could have called the samurai chief or behind the deacons.

"Oh, already! Can you name Master Julianna's exclusive samurai without such impudence! If you don't believe the opportunity is bound to come... oh, I feel like I could use a cat's hand too..."

I kick the stone on the side of the road, whining so small.

Even now, the chief samurai ordered me to pay him, and one, he was coming to the city.

Because the war against the Diaghilev Empire is whispered, or the expression of the people in transit is dark.

We haven't had an impact on logistics and farming yet, but I guess we all have constant anxiety about the future.

"... let's get this over with"

I head to my destination early.

Then all of a sudden, he slaps me on the shoulder.

Looking back, there stood a young man with gray hair.

Middle meat middle back, mediocre face. His expression, like everywhere, is creepy bright.

"... who is it?

Be vigilant, I ask.

Then the young man raised his mouth angle.

"You're so cute ~. Somehow, it feels normal to cum"

"Huh?"

"Why don't you join me for tea? More than that, though." "

"Excuse me, I have a job to do."

It's what a fool was.

When I glanced at the floating soft man, I walked out again.

But is he blunt or doesn't stop following me?

"That's terrible. That's about as good as it gets."

"Because I'm at work!

"You're tougher than I thought. Could it be that the solidity of the black butterfly has shifted? Hey, Monica."

"... how did you get my name..."

When I stop, I look at the youth with agitated eyes.

His expression remained bright, but he felt a bottomless fear.

(... who the hell are you...!?

Jirijiri and backwards, but the young man patted his fingers in front of me as he packed them in a light step.

"Hih."

"It's terrible. I just wanted to give you some flowers."

If you look at his hand in awe, there was a poor Nadesico flower held.

"... Oh, thank you...?

"You're welcome."

There is no sin in flowers. I received Nadesico with a trembling hand, thinking so.

Look at me, the young man makes a happy, rough turn.

"I'm glad you like it. You'll be my partner for a little while."

"And work buddies...?

I don't know what that means.

You felt my doubts, he pounded his hand.

"Well, you haven't heard from Marie about me, Black Butterfly. Still, a cold ex-colleague."

"... do you know Marie?

"You're right. My name is Grey Cat. A freelance assassin."

That said the youngster- the grey cat, when he held both hands round, began to imitate the cat.

I wanted to borrow the cat's hand too, but I didn't want such a soft stupid cat!