Tilea’s Worries

Kuh, painful.

Pervert Theo's bagging me and I'm having trouble breathing. I managed to get out of the bag, but I can't get out of it because the perverted Theo holds me down with a huge, austere arm.

No more, either.

When I was about to lose consciousness,

"Ho, ho!

A dumb voice echoed into the room, lightening the pressure that was holding me at once. Immediately remove the bag from your head and breathe heavily.

Ha, ha, ha, it was painful.

Repeat your breathing over and over again and breathe.

What happened to you?

When my vision opened, perverted Theo was crashing against the wall. I have tingling and cramping.

"I'm sorry, Mires."

"Mr. Tyrea!

There's Mr. Tyrea.

I was embracing him with half a reflex.

Oh, it smells good. Warm and comfortable as the day.

Mr Tirrea, beautiful......

I notice more beauty when I look up close.

Beauty with blonde blue eyes.

Furthermore, character is moderation itself. There are no shards of arrogance in the high. Overflowing with kindness. She's a really nice sister.

The common attention and the princess of the Orient are also elegant in their mundane tricks. That kind of place is royal after all. He's the one who can't get close if he's supposed to, or exchange words if he's bad.

Such a person hugs me.

Glad. Keep yourself with Mr. Tirrea for a while.

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Calmed down.

Ugh, even though you were about to drown and panic, you showed your pity for Mr. Tyrea. Besides, I hugged Mr. Tilea without a problem even though he was zubbly wet. I cried a lot, and I did a lot of dirty work on Mr. Tilea's clothes. Mr. Tyrea doesn't seem to care, but what a disrespectful thing you've done.

Embarrassing. I feel my face blush. My cheeks are hot. I'm sure it's bright red.

Even though the students of the School of Magic are the elite chosen from the country and must become the norm of the people. Pity.

Hold on, Mires.

It circulates magic in your body and calms your mood. Simple physical and mental relaxation for any magic student.

Phew ~ I calmed down, I could afford it. Observe the perimeter.

The perverted soldier Ortizio remains crashing against the wall. Perverted Theo's men are also open and flashing.

Wow. I can't believe I kicked a pervert Theo that strong...

Mr. Tyrea, I knew you were just Tim's sister. He said his arm was no big deal, but he just seemed humble. Its power, no less than Tim's.

"Mr. Tyrea was strong, after all"

"Well. I'm a cook. You can't beat a frail pervert."

Hmm!? Cook?

The cook doesn't matter, does he? And perverted, but frail perverted Theo, a formidable warrior?

What do you mean? If Mr. Tirrea is really a powerful man, he should be able to understand Ortizio's strength as well.

Ha!? Maybe just now, perverted Theo handed it down? I purposefully pretended to attack. Mr. Tyrea is royal. Suppose the pervert Theo hesitated to fight back or avoid the royal one...

It's possible.

In fact, there are any number of such examples, even if they link the history of the royal family. One swordsman, Prince Wang, mistaken himself for an ancient and now unmatched swordsman. Because the king prince had never lost with his sword. In games and auditions, he has defeated the guards and guiding roles that were said to be the strongest in time. They pretended that they had defeated Prince Wang. Only poor Prince Wang doesn't realize the truth.

In the end, the king prince didn't even know what he was capable of, repeatedly storming him on the battlefield, and at the end he was slaughtered and killed by soldiers from an enemy country? It was the fault of guards and guides who were only adamant about keeping Prince Wang in a good mood and did not teach him the essence.

Perhaps Mr Tyrea is in the same situation.

Yeah, let's make sure.

"Mr. Tilea is that pervert - does he beat and kick Ortizio a lot?

"It's never been easy, but it is. When I did the stupid thing, I should have put it on properly...... I'm so sorry about this one"

Mr. Tyrea bows his head deeply.

"Oh, please raise your head like that. It's not Mr. Tyrea's fault."

"Yeah, my poor supervision. I can't believe Ol stole my eyes and imitated me like this."

"All culprits are Ortizio. Mr. Tyrea will never get sick. Didn't Ortizio fight back when you hit him more than that?

"Nha. You used to accept and grow up. I mean, I won't tolerate that kind of backsliding. Assuming you fight back, I'll pay you back double."

Mr. Tyrea recognizes the perverted Theo to the extent of the evil kid in his neighborhood. Whatever your personality, you don't think of such a powerful man as a strong man.

I still think I'm guessing.

Perverted Shio's ability doesn't make him do it unilaterally, and he can at least attack him and make him desperate. I can't believe I didn't do that and just got hit unilaterally. Perverted Theo doesn't teach Mr. Tyrea the reality he's supposed to teach, he's just adamant about getting in a good mood.

How stupid! It is the minister himself.

In the first place, I don't feel the style of the strong from what Mr. Tyrea says and does. It's a regular reaction. I can't believe you pretended to be plump with a normal Tyrean attack... perverted Shio guy, he's a dickhead.

View Perverted Theo.

Yeah, it's a really good stun just because I'm constantly using my stomach. Looks like he's really passed out. Pervert Theo has his tongue out and is pulling shivers.

Is that how you feel about the samurai? I'm just going to watch.

Just wake up. That's it for bad acting, not good acting.

Stick around and watch Perverted Theo.

But perverted Theo never happens. He has his white eyes peeled and remains stunned.

... you're really pretending, aren't you?

It's hard to wake up. Jumping into the air and keeping your feet up and diving doesn't seem to wake up. I think I broke my bones with my white eyes peeled off.

Hmm? If you look closely, perverted Theo, he's cramped and sweaty.

Oh, maybe not acting......

Oh, that? My hypothesis was a mistake?

So is Mr. Tyrea a strong man after all?

But I don't know what to say or do...... really, Mr. Tyrea, Tim is a mystery. More and more questions boil down.

In the meantime, I tighten my flashing face to see if Gil the Mutzliskebe has finally regained his composure and take the potion out of somewhere. And he started feeding it to the pervert Theo.

Drink potion and change begins to happen to the perverted Theo's body.

Ortizio's body swells up when swollen. Was it a lot of damage? Your muscles seem to be activated. If this is an act, the art is really fine. It will work even if you join the acting acrobatics with your guys Gil.

Anyway, pervert Theo is back.

Pervert Theo starts to move around when he finishes his potion. And when he noticed me, he stared sharply at me.

Hino!?

Hide on Mr. Tilea's back.

Pervert Theo comes walking over here with his neck snapping. This pervert, seemingly mediocre face, but don't be fooled. Contrary to appearance, it is silly and ferocious in nature.

Maybe he'll wield violence against me with a kicked belly. You won't hesitate to say dolls and scorn me, even if I don't have to lay my hands on my lord.

Perverted Theo gets closer once and for all.

This glance...... may be sharper than a bald tack aimed at prey. He's like an assassin who has no hesitation in killing people.

Bad. It conveys the degree of wrath of perverted Theo. This isn't just me. Maybe I'll give Mr. Tilea a hand. Mr. Tyrea must have beaten me up and accumulated anger before.

Because of this guy's character, I don't think he'll ever be able to stand it. It could be upside down with short temperatures.

At last, there was no chance that Kannan Bag would lose his temper and reach out to the princess (Tyrea).

The pervert Theo, approaching the front of his eyes, has his head peppered down to Mr. Tirrea about whether this is still the case.

I'm so frightened that I can see it.

I see. Perverted Theo sounds like a typical dwarf type who's flattered above and crude below. I stare at it with a murderous eye, but I don't even give it to my lord.

Pervert Theo, desperately pleading, but Mr. Tyrea doesn't seem to have the ears to listen. Mr. Tyrea doesn't loosen his hand on the perverted Theo.

Mr. Tyrea, do it. No matter how combative Pervert Theo is, he has too many difficulties with his personality. You should neck it here.

"Dear Tyrea, please wait"

Perverted Shio's man Gil came in from the side with his mouth pinched.

You seem to have more mouth than a pervert Theo, but it's no use. Perverts like you don't deserve Mr. Tyrea or Tim's men.

It's obviously a missed routine to say something about this cucumber, to force a kiss, to call it a cure, to bag it. No matter how weird Tilea is, these guys can't be forgiven for what they do.

But......

Huh!? I believe in something!

At first, Mr. Tyrea was suspiciously listening to Gill's words. Yet I am convinced at some point. He says, "Hmm," "Ahhh, I'll be" or "That's a sad misunderstanding, isn't it?"

I can't believe I defended what perverted Theo said and did.

"Mr. Tirrea, Ortizio is the enemy of a woman! This guy is just a liar. Dastardly, shame on you!

Unexpectedly shout to Mr. Tyrea.

I'm about to get my chest rubbed, let alone kissed. At the end of the day, he was drowned on the verge of being killed. I can't forgive you.

But Mr. Tyrea said in a troubled face, "Mires, calm down, misunderstanding. Misunderstood," he says, not fitting it.

Misunderstood?

It's a misunderstanding! I almost got killed for being a pervert.

Mr. Tyrea praises him for doing a good job of perverting Theo.

Why would you praise such a perverted act?

Oh, well. Interpretation, I'm a leftover. Prioritize your men's mood. I have had a lot of unpleasant feelings from high nobility because I am from a fallen aristocrat until now.

I guess that's what this is about.

I believed you.

I thought we were friends.

Mr. Tyrea and I can go over the hedge of identity and hang out for the rest of our lives, that's what I thought.

For what I believed, I feel strongly betrayed.

I got my head white and rammed. I used magic, threatened, yelled and scattered as if to expose my previous depression.

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It was a real misunderstanding.

Ugh, super embarrassing.

I was the one who watched it with my colored glasses because I was royal. I give priority to my country, my men, because I am royal. I thought so on my own. I feel sorry for myself for being such a foolish delusion.

What a fool I am.

Mr. Tirrea gave me a gentle hug as he pulled the Ortissios out of the room.

You behaved so badly. He rambled and rambled on himself when he was invited. Definitely pisses off no matter how warm people are. He laughed at it and forgave me.

Yes, he still behaved like a delicious dish and took care of it very, very much. I've always felt that tenderness.

It's not uncommon for a sisterly, contending royal lineage, he's a really sweet person to take care of his sister Tim, despite it.

Warm and gentle.

Mr. Tyrea still stares at me in the eyes of mercy. It's been a long time since I've been seen like this. Reminds me of my parents.

I can't stand it anymore.

I jumped into Mr. Tyrea's chest with a selfless obsession and cried. You're a nasty person, and you can't stop knowing you shouldn't do this.

Looks like Elizabeth's threats, her parents' difficulties, all kinds of stress were damaging her heart without her knowing it. Mr. Tyrea's kindness impregnates the crack in his heart.

Ugh, Mr. Tyrea, how sweet.

A young child cried heavily at her mother for a while.

Then calm down, I'll change into prepared clothes. Further ask Mr. Tilea to dry his hair with a magic fixture called "Doray". Compassion from Mr. Tyrea. Every one of them is comfortable.

He has amazing magic tricks like "whichever one" or something.

It has the power to repel perverted Theo.

Mr. Tyrea, there are many mysteries, but that's all I can say.

Mr. Tyrea is a very good man, kind. He's warm and sun-like. Only this man, I can believe it.

Nevertheless......

My hair dries up and a certain question that takes a breath hurts.

Mr. Tyrea has no shards of malice either. This is absolute. I just think I know that.

Why did you defend the perverted Theo act?

Pure question. It doesn't sound like Mr. Tyrea.

Do you honestly want to ask Mr. Tyrea?

And......

Mr Tirrea began to speak quietly to my question.

"Jinkoko cucumber"

"A cure for wearing bags"

He enthusiastically explained how effective and meaningful that was.

This...

That's what happened, isn't it?

Ms Tirrea's explanation is common to the customs of magical technology lagging, undeveloped lands. Magic is awkward, so no one can do healing magic. Therefore, those of the undisclosed land believe in the unfounded curser. The same goes for honoring words like "Mr." or something I don't understand. You get attention by saying something odd like too much air.

Those who have studied anthropology will understand.

People live by breathing air. Your breathing gets rough or you sweat because you have less of that air. So those trapped in confined spaces get rough or shallow breathing. That's because the amount of air you breathe is less, and it's never too much of a "Mr." breath.

It is also proven magically.

Even worse is this cucumber. There's no way it works that you breathed in someone else's breath. Besides, when you're drowning and weak, if you can hold your chest so tight, you can't help it.

Oh, my God...

Mr. Tyrea, you're fooling me.

Mr. Tyrea, apparently, is being blown into lies by someone. Something reminds me of a pot of happiness my neighbor aunt bought tricked into buying by a bad dealer.

In Tirrea's case, that's the tall golem they say they made to practice that monstrous rescue method.

That's such a high-performance golem. It would be a special order for Zenon, the magical giant. Even if you estimate less, billions don't work. I can't believe I'm putting a lot of money in for such a tale. Was there anyone who would have stopped Mr. Tyrea?

These places are princesses who are separated from the common people.

He taught me how to lie about this cucumber and made me make a high-end golem even more for practice. I'm sure whoever taught that lie made some profit when he made that golem.

Bad guys.

It's everywhere. A man who deceives and feeds the good of men.

I can't allow people to deceive someone as good and pure as Mr. Tyrea. Hopefully, I'll find the guy and beat him up.

"Mr. Tyrea, I'm sorry to bother you, but your parents didn't teach you that knowledge, did they?

"That's right. This is special knowledge."

"Really? So who taught you that special knowledge? At least Master Camilla isn't your regular educator, is she?

"Well. Tim doesn't know. This knowledge is from where I lived before, and I said I bought it online, uh-huh, how do I explain it? Oh, I don't know if I can tell the truth."

Mr Tyrea says it all. I am telling you that I am a common son. Perhaps Tyrea, the common son, didn't have a decent educator. Tim, the rightful blood-minded, was taught advanced knowledge, and he didn't have a lot of educators for Mr. Tyrea, who had common blood in him.

From the way I said where I lived before, I probably didn't live with Tim at first and was pushed into the countryside away from the capital.

The royal family is gathered together. I guess one of them gave Mr. Tyrea the wrong knowledge.

The only decent one was Mr. Tyrea's mother's home. My parents said it was a cook, so it looks like they taught me only to cook properly......

As it is, Mr. Tyrea exercises the wrong knowledge. That leads to misfortune. This must not be the only good person to be unhappy.

"Mr. Tyrea, let me be clear. That knowledge is wrong. I don't trust teachers with that Internet."

"No, the Internet is not a person."

"So, is it a book?

"Uh-huh, right. Technically not, but that's fine."

"Then I don't trust that author"

"There are no authors on the Internet."

"You don't have an author!

"Yeah, there are, but mostly it's a writing that no individual can identify."

I don't believe it.

Making a book takes a lot of work and a lot of work. I don't even use it alone, but hundreds of copies would be needed if I wanted to spread it to quite a few people.

That's all we make, so the content requires a lot of quality. Falsehood will never be admitted, and unfounded theories will be shredded every second. So fame is also absolutely necessary to take responsibility.

"Mr. Tyrea, that's something called a bad book. It's not something you can get out of the world. Quickly forget the contents."

"No, no, Miles, it's a misunderstanding. The internet is amazing. Mires won't know, but not where I lived. Most people used the internet. Because if you know what I mean, it's amazing enough to ask Dr. Google. They respond to everything."

Another new word came out of Mr Tyrea.

Google? I've never even heard of it.

I know you're a teacher because they say you're a teacher, but it's too suspicious to answer everything you don't know.

"Mr. Tyrea, that googling teacher is too suspicious. People don't know everything. I only know what I know. The man is a midget who speaks big words."

"No - I really don't know what to say"

Tyrea puts her head on like she's in trouble, but she doesn't seem to believe me.

No matter how many times I advise Mr Tirrea, Mr Tirrea does not quite bend his argument. Looks like he trusts the internet and Google so much.

All right, if this happens, we'll discuss it anyway. You can think of it as disgusting. I can do anything for Mr. Tyrea.

And... I heard the facts of the shock.

Oh, Mr. Tyrea, what a spicy birth.

By the way, I'm going to say it, so I didn't get the full story. However, apparently at some point, Mr. Tyrea lived apart from Tim in an island country called Hon. I'm surprised because he said he was living as a refugee where "Mandarin is tight".

The East is an unstable country. Though a commoner, I can't believe the royal family lived as refugees.

They say that a camp that "manganese" everything is a very small room with no two meters in all directions. I can't stay an hour. Assuming I had to live there, I would have gone mad right away. That's where Mr. Tyrea said he lived fine for a week or a few months. Even civilians who know how hard it is can't.

Mr Tyrea speaks as if nothing had happened. "I was young back then," he says, "but I guess so. Calculating, I would have lived like that when I was quite a little girl.

I think I found out the secret to Mr. Tyrea's strength.

I don't know what kind of twists and turns Mr. Tilea met Tim and led him to his present life.

But there were tough times. I guess that's when I got to know Google and online books. I find it in times of misery. It's sex as a person. There's only one way to blindly believe it.

But someone has to say it. I'm sure no one stopped Mr. Tyrea for fear of his identity. You can tell by looking at Ortizio. I guess Tim, who is also inside, can't say anything harsh because he loves his sister extremely much.

Then I'll have to say it.

"Mr. Tyrea, I think I've missed living away from Master Camilla. And you can see that it's going to be a life that relies on that Internet and Google."

"No - Mires, you've made something weird mistake. I guess I should have said last life. But I don't know if you're crazy."

"Mr. Tyrea, you're not out of your mind. All culprits are online books. That online life has led Mr. Tyrea to misknowledge."

"You're wrong about something, but you're telling the truth. Yeah, I'm pretty sure online life had a negative impact on me then. But, you know, what I'm saying is right. I don't know what to do, let's start with the concept of the future."

"Mr. Tyrea, that's enough. Please, listen to me. Mr. Tyrea must have noticed. Don't peddle your online knowledge!

"Gu Boo!! Mires, you do it. Well, I haven't heard that in a while."

Oh, I knew you were aware.