Standing in front of the Nascimento mansion was a familiar look.

"Gentlemen, it is a natural duty to sweat for ladies," he says.

Don't you think there's more to that, dizziness?

Hey, Sir Simei de Oranje?

I thought it was a fine paper.

"Politics is responsible for the consequences, Hiro. It has nothing to do with intent or purpose. Results justify everything"

I didn't even intend to hide my intentions.

And you, as always, are a long time, my servant Julio Cabiola.

Well, anyway.

"This is a Far East souvenir. Sakti Mel's famous tea leaves."

A long arm turned into a tea box, stiff.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're not fooling around because you're in the country!

"This one seems to 'hear' the highly toned fragrance, but in the Far East I enjoy the flavor. Pour hot water into plenty of (...) tea leaves. I guess I don't have (...) experience, so I'll tell you what?

"Thank you for this. In Miyako (...), I just get leaves in a beautiful (...) tea pot. This is the first rustic (...) souvenir I've ever had, and I've got strength in my arms."

"Doesn't seem the same. Above all!

"My lord may keep me."

Although the reception room that was put through still made me feel a little lonely.

Above all, I was felt sitting in a chair, "the goodness of the subsidence".

Fixtures on conditioning, view through windows, flowers on the table.

All of that is wrapped up in "should be" harmony.

Especially good is the painting hung on the wall. A rabbit peeked into his face from the grass.

I look at you unexpectedly with a human being, as if you were surprised.

When it comes to its indescribable flavor of harmony. I felt like I could see the groaning of my nose, even the tremors in my ears.

"Do you still have eyes for it, Hiro? Miss Isabel's father was painted."

"'Politics is Responsible for Results'? Oh, I'm convinced."

It doesn't seem like a paper I submitted just for the purpose of dictating Isabel.

There are many culturalists in the royal family. It would still be a social loss to take it to a minimum margin.

"This painting has brought persuasion to my thesis."

The door opened when Shimei rarely showed her caged eyes of power.

You look pretty grown up to say girl, a graceful young lady walks in.

Even the rustling of the reception room is glamorous enough to illuminate that "only then can it be reconciled".

"Thousands of mornings to Phyllia, and Hiro too! Long time no see. Thank you, Mr. Shimei, for being here. My father was delighted with the alcohol the other day."

Shimei stands up neatly.

All this day, definitely the platoon leader of the Kingsguard.

"I had a report to do today, Miss Isabel. This is an example paper, but it has reached the Holy See and has been adopted!

What the painting brought was persuasion.

It was, after all, the one that brought motivation and passion for thesis writing.

Let's just say it's something else.

"Well! Congratulations. It's a lot of honor, isn't it?

"It is by the 'Miyabi' of the royal family, and His Majesty's holy virtues. My thesis just inspired me to connect the two"

"Be modest. My father, who is close to you, would be delighted."

Shimei and Isabelle wear cats to transform them.

What would I say if I had Rayna on this occasion?

"No, more than me, Hiro, who was also hired, is your thesis. It was a solid proposition, backed by the experience of spending time in the Far East and traveling so far."

I don't try to earn points by "sagging" me here. I also avoid having conversations with just the two of us.

In that case, Shimei is also a nobleman after all.

Yes, yes, I'll respond to the passes I've been given.

"My thesis is about the military. To all ladies, it's boring content. It would still be you, Shimei. It was a powerful argument. I was taught that I was supported by your painting, and I was just good at it. We want the royal family to stay engaged in cultural activities."

You can assist me, right?

But even for me. Because there is a reason for the visit.

One word, let me pinch you.

"Looks like you liked my father's painting. Above all. I don't think I can paint these days, but I've been blocking it a little bit."

Isabelle seems to understand why I'm here.

The identified filia also moves the ball forward.

"If the paper moves as a policy, the work of your friend, Shimei, will also be visible. Wouldn't that please you?

"If the policy moves, you'll get better because the money will come around," etc., they don't say.

Anyway. If Phyllia moves, another one of the two top runs out in the morning.

"That said, if you are currently unhappy, you should be worried."

"Yeah, I'm not too busy lately."

Yes, the real deal.

"Busy, is it?

What are you having trouble with?

... In other words, it was "everything".

Tsukiji walls are torn. There is a rain leak.

Apparently some houses have been bandited.

Lack of preparedness for carriages and cattle cars.

I can't even get new clothes.

Now, all kinds of ceremonial and social expenses can't be cut.

If you scrape there, you'll lose your noble companions.

And, if we lack a life, we have to cut the cost of cultural activities.

Instruments, paints, and dance props.

"The Nascimento family, though still better"

Isabelle smiles here.

"Sales" using Ariel's poetry, looks like it's going well.

"I am also taken care of by Mr. Filia's sister, Domina. Say hello."

Domina, Integra's half-sister after the Duke of Merle.

I hear you're hosting a salon.

In a social setting, I guess Isabel plays and other part-time jobs.

By the time I quit, I was starting to lean in the fall days.

My shadow across the horse looked strangely elongated and snoring.

"After all, is it money"

"It can also be called 'manpower'. Whether it's a bandit, a tear in the wall, it's in something you can manually prevent, right?

The topic on the way home is, don't play it.

"Reduce spending and increase income. And gather the manpower.... It's easy to say but hey"

Although money is also troublesome.

The problem of understaffing is a troublesome thing to take from me here.

There was an encounter that made me feel more truthful about it.