This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

In the courtyard of the Duke of Lüdiger's house, Jared, lightly paired with Pfile, was making sure he was feeling better as he wiped his sweat with a towel.

Tomorrow it is decided to return to the King's Capital, and in a few moments there will be a dinner party with the Rüdiger clan. Of course, when it comes to dinner parties, it's just a famous thing, and we just surround the table together.

They don't like the Duke of Rüdiger family in the first place, though it's brilliant. I thought it had changed among the nobles who tended to like the glamorous things, although prejudicial. So is the Duke of Alway, but Jared's House of the Duke is modest.

The dinner party will be held the other day with the minimum courtesy of thanking the Jareds, who were only here for their support, preferably qualitative given that the flock of cannibals attacked the territory.

"After all, maybe we should concentrate on the local attributes, as Pfile put it"

Regrets that although he used magic, albeit easy matches while breathing, he was unable to make an effective blow.

Originally, Jared didn't take time to cultivate witchcraft or combat. Thanks to the blessed magic and wonderful master, we have gained a corner of strength in a short period of time. But the other day, liberating magic, allowing the use of petrochemical magic, physical enhancement magic, has widened the range of methods of warfare, and the result - it's halfway there.

"Shouldn't we stretch there because we excel in petrochemical magic, physical enhancement and fighting?

Pfile drinking water next door gives advice, but I can't get back to him right away.

I'm glad I got a technique I didn't have before, but I was anxious to see how far I could go to make it my own.

Ancient magic is still sometimes incomplete and fuel-efficient. This would not have been the case if this had been land attribute sorcery before, but there are many improvements because they take the same magic as when they unleash land attribute sorcery, which is a major trick.

"I would like to use physical enhancement."

"But what?

"I wonder if petrified magic is necessary."

Once petrified, they don't have a way to disarm it. I don't mind if you just think about knocking him down like a cannibal the other day, but in an anthropomorphic battle, he's bound to take his opponent's life. If he did not take his life, that man would suffer more than he could undo his petrified flesh.

If you are a hostile person, you may not have to feel guilty - but when you remember Barnabas Kaif, hesitation arises.

"Hmm. As sweet as ever. Fighting is always fighting the enemy. If it's petrification or physical enhancement, you should maximize what you can use."

"I know that from the head."

"Daimyo, you're going to say you don't want to hurt them more than you need to, but that's sweetness. Did you cower for petrifying Barnabas Kaif?

"-"

Heartfelt, Jared bites his lips.

"Did meeting with the remaining surviving family, Ernesta Kaif, create regret?

"Could be"

"You have become sweet. No, I should say you're getting weaker. Remember - the first time you were relative, you tried to protect Olivier Alway by killing me. Sweetness was there then, that's why I'm alive. But now you're sweeter and weaker than then."

I can't argue with Pfile's allegations.

Sweetness aside, I have a weakened consciousness. I met Olivier, I fought Pfile, and then I struggled many times, and I was dying.

"The enemy was strong, including you. It's not like I was chronic or licking them."

"I'm not saying that. You are influenced by Olivier. The good side and the bad side. I am most conscious that I have been impressed and sweetened by you guys myself. But - in battle, throw away the sweetness. I won't tell you to kill all your enemies, but be able to protect your own lives."

Indeed, Pfile has changed. I don't think it's gotten sweeter, but I don't have the impression of being dolled anymore, like I did when we met.

Sometimes I get emotional, and I say things with a bad mouth. I thought it was one side of a boy named Pfile, but when I try it on him, I say it's sweetness.

Not that there are any verses that come to mind if you ask me. Before I met Olivier, I was glad there was nothing to lose, just to deal calmly with the enemy. But I started living with my clumsy older fiancée, and I learned her warmth - more that I didn't want to lose.

"Am I getting sweeter?

"Oh, sweet. When I first met you, you tried to protect Olivier, but you always tried to defeat me, the enemy. If I knew it wasn't worth using, I would have tried to kill it. But it was Olivier who stopped it. You are under the influence of your fiancée. Remember, sweetness may not be bad for you, but it's dangerous to be sweet in battle."

Pfile, who rattled his throat and drank the water away, changed his expression to worry somewhere,

"It would be fine as it is now on a daily basis, but switch in battle. If you have something to protect - do whatever it takes to protect it."

"... pufile"

"- Hmm. You weren't like me. Forget what we're talking about. But I still can't stay strong with the sweetness. Think about it."

That's all I have to say, he made his way to the mansion and moved his legs.

Jared left bites off his friend's advice and thinks about what he should do.

"For once, let me tell you..."

"Yeah?"

"It's only my idea. You find your own answer. Sweet, but strong enough not to regret it, I suppose. But I can't beat you with sweetness"

"I know. I'll find my answer."

"Let me know when you get the answer - I'm looking forward to it"

Pfile disappears into the mansion before Jared speaks. Now I never stopped or looked back.

I don't want to give you any more halfway answers than I deplored the fact that he's showing me about himself.

Jared sat on the corner of the courtyard until Lily came to get him and thought of what he should look like.