"I'm Jared Murphy. Nice to meet you, Emilia."

Jared thanked Emilia with a smile on her face without disrespect.

To be clear, I didn't even know Olivier's sisters were in the same school.

I've never heard of Emilia from Olivier, so I guess we're not getting along very well. The Duke didn't seem to want me to see Jared very much either, so the speculation against her was close to certainty.

"Would you like some tea with my mother, if you don't mind?

"Unfortunately, Jared is going to have Conrad meet him from now on. You too, if you have time for tea, encourage your studies."

"Oh, I was. Then why don't I join you? All the contrast is sloppy. Isn't your father overprivileged a little bit of a contort with magic? I wonder if Jared, who was chosen as a candidate for court magician, needs to meet with Konrat, who doesn't even know if he's talented or not?

Jared noticed that the Duke had slightly changed his expression to a thorny word, as he approached her,

"Thank you very much for inviting me to tea. Unfortunately, I'm the one who told Master Konrat I wanted to see him. As a magician, I became interested in the conrat of having magic, and I was embarrassing the Duke by saying I couldn't."

In the meantime, I tried to lie.

"Oh, did you?

"Yes, I'm an immature sorcerer myself, but I thought I could grow up if I could teach someone something, but I honestly don't think any sorcerer would mind teaching me my skills. So I was hoping for the Duke's son, and I asked him to."

"It's certainly troublesome when technology is stolen. If you think about it, we Dukes don't imitate things like that, and I think it's the right thing to do. But Konrat is also a habitual child, so Olivier, I'm going to have a hard time with you, too."

I stroke my ho breasts down on Emilia for believing Jared's lies lightly. Honestly, the Duke wanted his son to see Jared, but if he revealed that, this girl would undoubtedly piss off the Duke by saying something extra.

At the same time, Jared acted to protect the Duke, who trusted him.

"I've never had a hard time with Olivier."

"Oh, you're a good liar. It's not like you don't know the rumors about your sister, is it? Of course, many of them are lies, but your sister's bad personality and bad mouth are true."

"Don't, Emilia!

The Duke raised his anger at the malicious words against Olivier.

But Emilia laughs at the time without showing how she cared.

"But, Father. I didn't lie to you. Don't you think even Master Jared is pathetic? Ten years old and pushed late, hey?

There's no way he can respond, Jared stays silent.

Of course, I don't care about age, but telling her so is like offering a story for Emilia.

Honestly, I want you to shut up, but you can't possibly say that to your daughter with the Duke in front of you.

"That's right. Why don't you stop being your sister's fiancée?

"Yes?"

"I don't have a fiancée. So I'd be glad to have someone like Jared as my fiancée. I will not tell you how difficult it is to become a court magician, and I will provide for you. It suits you because you're the same age, don't you think? Again, when I think about Master Jared, I should be more compatible with younger me."

"That's it - come on, Emilia."

The Duke is not angry with Emilia, who said whatever he wanted, but quietly lowers his voice.

I also shut my mouth just as Emilia felt genuinely angry. Jared was also slightly surprised because he did not expect the warm Duke to be so angry.

"I won't tell you twice, back off"

"... ok. Dear Jared, please take another opportunity to speak. Excuse me."

You don't seem to be going against your father exactly, Emilia, who is so far out of the room, but you haven't been punished around talking properly to see him again.

Jared did not reply. More than that, I don't want to see you again.

Sure, Olivier may have a bad personality and mouth on the face of it. But I know the real girlfriend is a kind heart. So Jared wasn't as good as the Duke again, but he was angry at Emilia for saying Olivier badly.

Most of all, I knew she was a self-centered person if I interacted with her a little, so I assumed it was useless to argue poorly and shut up. But I'm not sure how far the Duke would have endured if he hadn't scolded me.

When Emilia left the room, and the footsteps completely disappeared, the Duke sighed in a grand sigh.

"I'm sorry about my daughter. It would have been unpleasant."

"No, never mind"

"... it would help if you said so. We'll see Konrat next time. Unfortunately, if I see my son now, it's likely my daughter will come again. Emilia is selfish, so she doesn't punish you very much. I keep my mouth sour and cautious, but my mother is sweet - no, I'm sorry. I didn't know I was going to say this to you."

Put your hand on your forehead and sigh again to the Duke. Jared can't find a word to speak.

I thought it would be disrespectful for Jared, a child who was not yet an adult, to speak out for comfort.

Nevertheless, I only knew very well that the Duke was struggling with his daughters.

"Tell your son that you want to see him once. On top of that, I'll leave it to you to set the date."

"Thank you, Jared. You lied for me earlier. Let me be careful, I think I'm sorry. Even my son - and I seemed to be sweet about you being nice - said it was hard just to talk about the Oliviers. Reflecting."

"As I said earlier, Emilia, it is also true that you are interested in your son. So, please do it here. Be sure to let me see you."

"Jared...... will you say that? I really appreciate it. I'm not the only Baron Dowm, and I'm not gonna let you take care of me."

Seeing the Duke with his sorry face made me wonder what relationship he had with my grandfather.

Jared is painful when he knows so much about it. Until now, I have tried not to get involved because I will no longer be a nobleman, but from now on, I will not.

There are Oliviers to protect, and there is a goal: court magicians to aspire to. From now on, we must engage with the nobles, even if we do not like them.

I'm not going to act like a nobleman now, but I think we have to be careful not to let the people we know scratch their shame.

To that end, I wanted to respond to the Duke who trusted me.