Leishe, out on the balcony, was sipping a little wine, listening to the music coming from the hall.
Give it a little lift to your mouth and meditate your eyes on the tingling spiciness.
Repeating such a thing properly, Arnold appeared on a balcony where there was no one.
"... what's that face?"
"Rest assured. It's not that I don't like your Highness."
Liesche replies, shaking the glass.
"It's just that this wine is spicy..."
"Spicy? Wine?
"It's a special recipe with chili. One of the first ones was able to bear to lose weight."
"Did the crap run for harassment?"
When Arnold said so, he took the glass from Liesche's hand.
It's unwillingness to be pushed for a moment, even though it won't be easy for you to take it from the other opponents. Arnold looks bitter when he looks at the contents.
"You don't need to drink this stuff. I'll throw it away."
"Oh, no, no! This wine has lost its chance to be delicious because of me. At least you'll have to drink without leaving it behind."
Reeshe rushed to get the glass back and put his mouth on it again.
However, the spicy taste of chili is easily dissolved in alcohol. For the tingling spiciness that runs on my tongue, I flaunt my face.
"... say the people involved. I'll cut you off."
"I don't have that kind of body. Instead of cutting off those opponents, you have to use them well."
Chili wines are just a few moments away, but these few bites are hard. Leishe, who was staring at the glass, noticed much more.
"I'm sorry. I had to apologize for one thing."
"Apologize?"
"As a matter of fact, I borrowed His Highness's name."
……
This time, it fitted in round the corner because he threatened to 'tell Arnold he was harassed'.
Using someone else's name in a fight isn't beautiful, after all. When Liesche bows his head, Arnold takes one breath.
"Is there something wrong with my wife using my husband's name?
"... yet, I'm just your fiancée"
"Do you mind? It's definitive anyway."
"Ah!"
The glass that Liesche had was taken from him again.
I thought it was time they dumped me this time, but what, Arnold makes me try to drink out the contents all at once.
As Liesche was out of line, she glanced at her face and squealed.
"... teasing..."
"So, didn't you say! Are you ok!? Water, more alcohol......!
"Nothing. I'm fine. And now have you fulfilled your brother-in-law for wine?"
Apparently, Arnold helped Liesche decide. Without trumpeting it as' ridiculous' or throwing it away as' on its own '.
"Thank you, thank you"
Giggling thanks, Arnold laughed.
Then he asks me this unexpectedly.
"At the dance, what were you thinking?
"What?"
"Someone would have thought about another person, not me in front of you. Who's that guy?"
Liesche got cramped with answers.
(We met in another life, it's about you in five years)
"Hmm?"
That's a strangely sweet voice. I have eyes on the hunting side, not going to let that piece of leachette get away with it. Nevertheless, you can't answer honestly.
"I was worried about Your Highness's body, not about anyone else"
"Worried?
Misunderstood by a lie close to the truth, Liesche says what he notices on the way to the dance and shows his left shoulder with a tongue of finger.
"Here, are you hurt?
……
That's really minor discomfort.
But it was a hook that did exist.
Arnold's left shoulder moves only slightly dull when compared to his right.
For example, if the right is a hundred, would the left be a number such as ninety-eight? Sometimes his arms are right, and it's so erroneous that you wouldn't normally notice just dancing.
It was the memory of my previous life that convinced Liesche of that.
With only one leash, it's a flash that caused Arnold to scratch.
At that time, Arnold had a moment where he might be able to discuss it if he slashed it to the left. As a result, his sword moves did not make the gap a problem, but rather penetrated the leachet.
"... fu"
Arnold gave me a dark grin. The look on his face is luscious somewhere.
Arnold, who did not immediately answer anything, removes the fastener properly with one hand when he instead hands to the collar.
And I pulled the uniform I was wearing all the way to the side.
(Ah...)
The dewy neck is engraved with a large scar.
Apparently, it was a scar stretching all the way to a place where I couldn't see it hiding in my clothes. Probably years after it was done.
"It's an old wound. Continuous to the shoulder area with slight skin spasms"
"... how awful..."
Reeshe reached out unexpectedly and gently touched Arnold's neck muscle.
Even though it wasn't weird to be shaken off, Arnold silently accepts Liesche's fingers.
If you took your time, it was scarred enough to tell the irregularities even over the gloves.
(It's an old wound that looks like it's been ten years. It was stabbed with a blade... not one or two. Stick me in the neck over and over again, I'm going to kill you......)
The memory of life, once a pharmacist, makes Liesche imagine the sight. What floated behind my brain was Arnold, who shed a good amount of blood.
Such wounds have helped me a lot. Incredible, such as being able to move so much on top of it.
Even after the miraculously blocked wounds, until I could handle the sword as I thought, there would have been spectacular suffering.
"Very few people know about this wound. Not to mention, there was no one I'd ever seen on my own."
"How could you do such a wound?
……
Arnold stared down at Liesche and narrowed his eyes with an earlier dark grin.
I can't read more sincerity than usual because I'm turning my back on the moon, but this is all I know.
- Don't step in any further.
When Liesche releases her hand, a grin wearing the signs of a chisel burning disappears.
Arnold fixed his clothes and re-fastened the hardware on his neck.
(Arnold Hein was about to be killed by someone nearly ten years ago. Who's that for what?
Liesche leans down and thinks.
(Speaking of those who have the advantage of killing the Crown Prince, other heirs to the throne and their associates... Arnold Hein did have a brother, too. I'm not even allowed to say hello)
That's where I'm concerned, too. How many leashes, though in the name of 'essence is hostage', don't have to face the royal family?
Maybe it's Arnold's thoughts, not the royal will on this. Like tonight's night club was about to end without telling Lieche.
"... His Highness Arnold. There's something I'd like to do for you."
Liesche looked up at Arnold.
"In a few days, I'd like to select a samurai."
"Okay. Tell Oliver to hurry."
"No, Oliver, I don't want to bother you, I want you to decide for yourself."
I can turn my pleasant eyes on this one. The disturbing grin from earlier disappeared completely and Arnold is as usual.
"Now what are you up to?
"Nothing big. I'm just curious about the working environment of the ladies."
With an empty glass in his hand, Rieshe thought of the samurai he had met at the well.
To live a life forever, from surviving in the first place.
Avoiding the war waged by Arnold Hein is probably a must in order not to be killed at the age of twenty this time. And what leashes are likely to be able to do to increase the likelihood of averting war is as much work to national dignitaries who have had exchanges in other lives.
There's a pile of things you have to do to get your hands on the matrimonial ritual.
(Build fields, grow medicinal herbs, shop a lot, get lots of cheap alcohol, then...)
Liesche was seriously arranging a plan that seemed irrelevant to averting war.