The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

It's been a month since the beginning of the New Year.

It would have been quiet if the party rush from the New Year's party had ended.

But there will naturally also be an event in February.

- Valentine's Day!

Even though St. Valentinus is not there, February 14th is recognized as Valentine's Day.

And White Day.

But even in this world, this day is widely known as the day when women communicate their thoughts.

A long time ago, a princess from some country fell in love with a knight.

But love in a different capacity.

You can't even make your thoughts come true.

Hence, handkerchiefs embroidered with their own hands were presented unnoticed by others.

At least I want you to have your own sewn things.

That was February 14th.

The knight who received the gift noticed the princess's thoughts.

But love in a different capacity.

You can't even make your thoughts come true.

So I decided to take down a small dragon that was making a scene near the king's capital in that country at the time.

Its aim is success.

Win your marriage to the princess as a reward for taking over the dragon.

- That's what happened on March 14th, which will later be known as White Day.

(Too much hurdles up, it's extremely annoying for a normal guy...)

Isaac had that feeling when he read this story in a picture book.

In this world, it is a day when a woman without a lover gives an embroidered handkerchief to a thinker.

If a man receives a woman's thoughts, he roots the marriage in his own home or in the woman's home.

Instead of the dragon's neck, we dedicate the achievement of engagement to women.

A single embroidered handkerchief is required that is not nearly tripled back.

Even though the world is different, men are at a disadvantage when it comes to this event.

This was also common sense in the Reid kingdom and was one of the major events before graduating from Royal College.

Last chance for those without fiancées until graduation.

That's why I'm desperate, and I can't tell you what a hassle it is.

Of course, those who do not so desperately spend Valentine's Day are more numerous.

These are the people whose houses have decided to marry politically, or who have found a fiancée among their students.

It is common for these people to spend Valentine's Day "when women behave handily and men give back a small gift".

They may also behave between same-sex people like friends chocolate.

The margin of mind changes dramatically with the fiancée being decided or not.

(Well, it's none of my business anyway...)

Isaac remembered his previous life.

A lot of my friends said, "Me, I got one this year," but most of it came from my mother.

In contrast, Isaac returns, "I was two."

Naturally, it wasn't given to a woman, it was given to her by her mother and sister.

That exchange somehow takes place annually and remains a bitter memory of licking each other's wounds.

Why is Isaac thinking this?

That is due to the pitch-black object X in front of you.

Beyond Object X, Lisa was sitting.

"Thank you for saying you look great at the New Year's Eve party. Come on, go ahead."

Lisa recommends the mysterious object to Isaac.

Perhaps you brought it with you, not because you love Isaac, but because it feels like a friend chocolate.

But from the color and smell, it's something carbide, no matter what.

Very unlikely to be eaten.

(Hot cake or bread? Oyaki?)

Because it is rounded, it seems like something baked in a frying pan.

But I don't know what it is because the surface is burnt.

The smell of roasted flour mixed with the burnt smell claimed to have been food for once (...).

Isaac looks around.

The only terraces in the courtyard were Isaac and Lisa, and Adela and Patrick.

"Adela?"

So I seek salvation from Adela, who is the only one likely to be asked for help.

But it distracts me from my gaze softly.

"This is Lisa's first dish ever made. Eat a bite and this child will be happy."

Adela wanted to take care of her own daughter's thoughts.

I understand it's something that Isaac shouldn't be dealing with.

But the first time I saw my daughter cooking, she thought, "If it's just one bite..."

(Hey, no, no, no! You, you must be my nanny! Don't try to feed me this stuff!

Naturally, the thought is not conveyed to Isaac.

He's still a young body, so his resistance to poison would be weak.

If you eat burnt food and break your stomach, you are in danger of taking care of it.

(I didn't know Lisa would poison me before Melinda poisoned me...)

- The real enemy is in you!

Now Isaac was in the mood of Nobunaga Oda, betrayed by Akechi Mitsui.

"This is the first time your sister made it, isn't it, Lisa?

"That's right. But I kind of failed."

Lisa laughs adorably at Ehehe.

I just want to say "Good luck" and stroke your head, but trying to feed you this is extremely annoying.

Isaac desperately thinks of a way to escape.

"Lisa, I'm sorry, sister, but I can't eat this."

"Eh."

Isaac's words freeze Lisa's face, which she was laughing at.

"I'm really glad you made it for the first time. I want to eat if possible. But I don't think I should eat it."

said Isaac with a serious look.

And go on.

"In the future, Lisa, when your sister cooks and feeds someone she's going to marry, when she says, 'The first time I made you is from another man,' I think the other person will be sad."

"So, but. Isaac is like my brother."

Lisa is changing from a smile to a crying look.

"Still. We're not connected to blood. So I don't think I feel very good. Lisa, for the first time, keep it for the people you spend your life with."

Isaac ran out of grandeur, even though he thought it was a line that was going to be misunderstood.

In this case, if you run out of words, the other person will believe, "Is that what it is?"

I shouldn't be halfway there.

"But... So, what do we do with this?"

Lisa stares at something carburized with sad eyes.

Isaac just got distressed and decided to follow up.

"When it comes to not giving it to a guy as a gift... I guess it would be nice if we were family. If it's my first time cooking for my parents, who always work and work hard, I'm sure they'll take it when the people they marry in the future are kind."

"Let's do that."

Pah and a bright smile, Lisa starts thinking about how to take the mysterious object home.

This is the first dish I've ever cooked.

You wanted someone to eat it, even if they said it was "bad".

I am honestly delighted to find someone (a victim) to eat.

In contrast, Adela had a startling look on her face.

No way, because I never thought Isaac would give it back to me.

(Dear Isaac...... You'll do it)

(It was Adela who betrayed me first. I'll get that reward)

The two had a conversation with their gaze.

- Prize must be punished.

Adela betrayed Isaac by forgetting her duties.

So get Lisa's cooking eaten as a punishment for that.

If you accept this much, there will be no indication.

(Damn, isn't Valentine's Day Loc in my new life...)

I'm glad I got a present.

But there are limits to that, too.

(You can't eat something that's turned into such charcoal. You're a fool to eat something like this, even if you want to eat it with a guess. I don't know how many pretty girls made it for me, but I just can't eat it)

Isaac thinks about that because we're so cute.

Unless you have a robust gut and powerful stomach medicine, but I don't want to talk about it because I'm still anxious in my five-year-old body.

I'm sorry, but this is a pass.

(Bad for my future husband, but I'm gonna get a pretty wife, so let's put up with about mesimoz)

Besides, by the time I grow up, my cooking arm may be up.

The future will change depending on the efforts of the person.

Just because it doesn't work now doesn't mean it won't work in the future.

Adela is in trouble with Lisa telling her how to take the charcoal home.

Isaac watched with a smiling eye.

There, one maid comes.

"Dear Isaac. It's time for Catherine to come home."

"Okay. Thanks."

I told you this beforehand.

Because I wanted to ask Catherine something.

"I'm going to say hello to Catherine for a second. I'll be right back. Wait."

Isaac leaves Lisa and Adela with that and goes inside the mansion.

Exactly five years old.

Adela wasn't following me as long as I went to say hello or go to the bathroom.

(Well, I have to make an effort to change the future, too)

Isaac had a slightly worse grin.

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At the end of the year Lucia was busy saying hello, but that's because she's Randolph's wife.

Unlike when I was a student, after my dowry to the Marquis, I lost my friendship.

Because no one knew how to handle it.

Even though it was to sell the flair, Catherine, who was treating me, was still in a better condition.

Catherine, who knew about it, was visiting Lucia on Valentine's Day.

Because I don't have many friends in Lucia right now.

There used to be a lot of them, but some of them were Wang partisans, so they were discouraged from meeting Lucia in consideration of Melinda.

For that reason, Catherine had been visiting with champagne.

There is a slightly liquor-smelling women's party with cheese and crackers prepared by Lucia as liquor dishes.

"Time to go home."

Catherine told me she was leaving.

"Yes, that's a shame. I'll take you to the table."

"Yeah, that's good. Because I have to pick up Damien."

Catherine says sorry.

Damien was liked by Fred, a trace of the Marquis Wilmente family because of the same king party and the same year.

On that edge, they took me to Nathan's for a visit.

If it's true, Damian wants Isaac to go see him.

I was sorry that Isaac couldn't even play with him at home.

Not long ago, Catherine would have said, "Seat of friends in the Marquis trail, ghetto!" and would have been thrilled.

To the extent that it does not, it reflects on previous attitudes.

So at least she was coming to Lucia, not to Melinda, whether she was a friend of Lucia's.

Some people may think of you as a "bat woman without either side".

But this was the utmost sincerity she could have.

"I wish we could all get along... See you later."

Lucia says goodbye to Catherine.

That's when one of the maids quietly left the room.

"Yeah, I'll be here once or twice before spring."

In the spring, I'll be back in the realm.

From then on, it will be a letter contact.

I'll miss you, but it's not like when I was a student anymore. Mother with children.

I can't prioritize all my conveniences.

When Catherine leaves the room, the maid leads up to Nathan's room alone.

Because even if you're a guest, you can't let them walk alone because of the security issues at the mansion.

On their way to Nathan's room, Isaac was waiting.

"Mr. Catherine, are you coming home?

A child's smile with nowhere to include anything.

That punches Catherine in the chest.

If it's true, it was Isaac that Damien was playing with.

"That's right. Isaac seems to be doing well, above all."

Catherine could only return a hard greeting.

I can't find another good word.

But Isaac didn't seem to care about that.

"Hey, Eliza. Can I ask you to take it off because I want to talk to Mr. Catherine for a second?

"Yes, sir."

A maid called Eliza moves a little further.

Catherine was surprised by the sight.

The Marquis did not remember the name of his servant in any other house.

- "Hey," "there," "you," "you."

It's just a house I call in those words.

When she sees something unusual, Catherine opens her eyes.

"Hey, Mr. Catherine. Can I ask you a favor?

Isaac is mojimoji.

Maybe he tells me he wants to play with Damien.

If you think so, Catherine gets her chest tightened.

"Happy to hear what you can."

That's what Catherine had to answer.

Isaac's smile, who looks happy, afflicts her even more.

"Actually, I want you to tell Mrs. Melinda. Isaac doesn't deserve a successor, and Lucia doesn't want one. Nathan should be the successor. And the First Lady and Mrs. Melinda are the ones who deserve it."

"It's..."

- Absolutely.

Catherine couldn't go on with her words any further.

She was very surprised to have common sense as a nobleman in what could be termed Isaac's renunciation of the governor of the house.

"That's what Catherine tells me, it's for me and your mother. Can you do me a favor?

"... why me?

It was best to squeeze out the words.

Her thirst isn't all because of her drinking.

I am upset by the words of a mere five-year-old.

"Because Mr. Catherine is your mother's friend. Mr. Catherine is from the Marquis Wallick side, isn't she? So, can you believe it?"

"... are you sure? Have you talked to your mother?

To Catherine's words, Isaac answers by shaking his head.

"Then no. You can't do this on your own."

What she says is true.

There is no way I can make a statement about the inheritance of the governor of another house.

Besides, it's on the Marquis issue.

"Please! When I met Mrs. Melinda, it would be nice to have a little public talk. This will be for me and your mother in the future!

Isaac has changed from hitting from an earlier smile to a desperate phase.

Makes me feel like that's all I have in mind.

Catherine was also moved by this.

"... is only a public story. That, too, is a public tale to flatter Mrs. Melinda. Is that all right?

"Thank you! That's fine."

A smile returns to Isaac's face.

Seems a little hoarse.

(You're such a kid, but you're struggling with the housekeeper...)

Catherine worries about Isaac.

The issue of Lucia and Melinda in particular has never been an exception in the past.

You can't even rely on precedents, so you'll have a hard time.

Tired of a successor fight, he may be about to surrender.

To think so, Isaac seemed so pathetic.

"Say hello to Damien, too"

"Yeah, I hope I can play again... I'm sorry."

Catherine looked sorry and apologized, picking up Damien.

Isaac drops off that hindsight.

(Yay, yay. It's good to have Catherine, my mother's friend, move on. You're my friend, which is why you bring authenticity to that word)

Especially beside Melinda, "Nathan is the one who deserves a successor," all the fools.

You shouldn't doubt the addition of Catherine there.

On the contrary, "I knew it," you should be convinced.

Isaac wanted Melinda to be sure.

I asked Catherine for one of the fabric stones.

(A fabric stone is ineffective when you hit it just before you take action. You have to hit the fabric stone and leave it packed when you take action)

Isaac knows he has knowledge, but he has no talent.

That's why I chose the path to build up in the tunnel.

Neither does Catherine think that the phrase "Isaac is not worthy of a successor” is a fabric stone that pushes Melinda and the others down into Naruto.

Even if you do, Melinda and Nathan will be in the grave by then.

(Little by little. It's a small thing, but it piles up little by little. Hey, if you keep trying with your temper and guts, the world will figure it out)

Isaac grinned badly and dropped Catherine off behind him.