Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

A line of the Evrard Border House arrived in a small town five hours after leaving church school.

The inn I had arranged was also a small one, and it was like a building that had remodeled a private house that only seemed advantageous to be brick-making. The room that was raised to Alan, his son, is also so small that his hand will be on the wall as soon as he opens his hand and walks two steps.

The meal is also cooked with processed meat and the simplicity of hardened bread in soup with vegetables.

Still, if there is no problem, I think the line of the Borderline House is because it is a family line of knights, and it has been designed to be rigid in quality.

Alan is also accustomed to coarse food and camp training assuming a battlefield from an early age, so he doesn't complain. Nor did the companions ask Alan if he should change his diet as a matter of course.

After the meal, Alan was walking outside the inn with his similarly old squire.

Those who haven't seen each other in a long time had as much to discuss.

With one escort, the two move on with a friendly conversation.

But if anyone listened to what their conversation was about, they would have found it odd.

"Honestly, you can't hold your breath riding a carriage with a lot of people."

"Neither do I. Even if my legs get a little hard, I'd feel better if I let the horses run."

"I don't know, I can't ride anything but a carriage."

"You can have a ride behind Wentworth."

"You're lying. When I was fifteen years old, I couldn't possibly ride alone with a man."

"That's more than enough horses, isn't it?

Alan, who gets an unpleasant look, and a squire boy who laughs when he dulls. It's a conversation that just seems like a reciprocal relationship.

They were two people walking lightly for a while, but near the stables where they parked the carriage, a squire boy stopped on his feet.

"... what's wrong with you? Reggie."

"Alan, try to clear your ears."

A squire called Reggie is prompted to close his blue eyes, and Alan also shuts his mouth and concentrates on his ears. Eventually, Alan's ear also found out what the cashier had heard.

"... sausage... cream... I won't eat anymore"

A faintly audible voice.

The source is in the carriage of the caravan next to the stables. There's only one line of Alan and the others parking there right now.

Alan stifles his expression.

The leaking audible voice belongs to the girl, but I can't be alarmed. Anyway, he's like a man lurking in a carriage at the Borderline House. It could be assassination or theft.

"Sleeping words? If you're a thief or an assassin, you have to drag them out now."

Unlike Alan, who calls for an escort, Reggie puts his neck up.

"But do people sleep in carriages trying to assassinate or steal things? Even escorts are innkeepers, so if you've slept long enough, you'll find them."

"Reggie's fine."

He was a snobbery Alan, but Reggie also seems to agree to look into the Lord of Sleeping Stuff.

Alan orders an escort approaching from behind.

"Looks like someone's in the carriage."

"I'll look into it, please stay away"

Without changing his expression, the tall knight invites the other knights who were hiding and following him to put them on Alan's side and enter the caryard.

Upon ascertaining the source of the voice, it appears that it was not Alan and the others aboard that people were lurking, but the front carriage loaded with luggage.

A knight in a carriage is trying to get some boxes into the back because of the big deal.

"Wait, Wentworth"

Reggie, watching it, ran over to you.

"Hey, Reggie!

I couldn't even call him out loud, it was Alan who tried to hold him back in a whisper, but in the meantime Reggie got into the carrier from the front of the carriage.

The knight Wentworth, who was in the rear, also came in a hurry to stop, but the hour was already late. While I was stunned, everyone breathed relieved as Reggie pulled the front cover apart again.

"Hey, Reggie. Don't take it personally. Think of your position, idiot."

"It's okay.... Here."

Reggie, who said so and took off her front, was holding a brown-haired girl in a familiar black uniform. We look younger than ourselves.

"I slept inside."

Reggie smiles and says.

"Besides, you're sure you're in the school uniform where Alan was?

Alan cautions Reggie, who says there doesn't seem to be any particular danger, with a still obnoxious look.

"You can even borrow someone's things to wear a uniform.... Well, I certainly don't look like a civilian woman. But what kind of nerve is it that you're asleep even if you can hold it..."

"Pulling it out of the box won't wake you up at all."

It was unusual.

Normally, if it comes to being able to hold you up even when you're asleep, you should wake up if you're not a toddler.

"Dear Reggie, please keep the girl's figure. We need to find out."

Knight Wentworth tells me Reggie also offers the girl in her arms.

Wentworth leaves the girl in his arms and returns to the inn room. Alan and the others followed.

When you enter a room in the inn, let the girl lie on the sleeping table.

Still not awake, she only looked more and more like a noble courtier when seen in the indoor lights.

A glossy pale shade of tea hair that you can see was combed every day, even if it was a little messy. White skin not overexposed to the day. Hands and fingers without water work marks. The boot you made me take off doesn't look like someone borrowed it either. It suits her legs perfectly, so it would be a substitute that I made tailored for her.

Exactly. Wentworth also seemed to think that the line that the noble lady happened to have dived into had thickened.

"If you are truly certain of your identity, please apologize from Alan"

With that said, change the inside of the pocket of the garment.

What was in my pocket was a soft cotton handkerchief. And the wallet. The contents of the wallet are there, too, and the suspicion of civilians is increasingly distant.

And I found the white potty from the cover of my jacket.

"Letter?"

"Looks like you were still a student at school. Take a look."

Wentworth sends a letter to Alan. I received it and read a letter with a short written text with Reggie, who had been glancing at me.

The sender is Count Patriciere. She seems like a daughter.

For that, it's as if it's abusive or ordering a servant, and besides, it's decided who to marry. I cut up my schooling and hurried up my wedding, so it was about picking me up.

"And Viscount Credias..."

I'm sorry to hear that.

Even Alan and the others knew the rumor that many concubines were surrounded in their homes because of their favorable colours, if only because of the difference in age as much as their parents and children. Besides, from what I've seen, she's younger than Alan and the others. Given the circumstances, I would say tragic.

Does that mean that this girl by the name of Chiara, the addressee of the letter, has fled because she hates marriage?

And she still didn't wake up.

They searched for clothes, so it's not weird to jump up surprised. Next to Alan twisting his neck in doubt, Reggie sniffed and said something.

"Oh, this is what's causing this, Alan"

"What?

"Letters. Sleeping pills on the toilet."

"Ha!?

Alan almost accidentally dropped the letter. That was taken up by Reggie with his index and middle fingers, fluttered and pinched.

"I smell it, so I guess I'm sucking it in while I'm reading the contents to make it work. It seems to have diminished its effectiveness over time, but the moment I put it out of the envelope, it hasn't diffused yet, and I think this kid's inhaling quite a bit."

That's how Reggie looks down at a girl named Chiara with a still serious look.

"I guess the Count was willing to take her after letting her sleep so she couldn't escape"

"... for my own daughter, isn't it badly handled?

Alan also felt his expression become sinister.

What does it mean to even use sleeping pills in order to force people to marry?

Wentworth, who was usually faceless, also pointed his pitiful eyes at her.

"What I don't like is woven, and when I woke up, after the fait accompli...... but I guess I was going to make sure I couldn't escape my marriage"

Reggie speculates about what was supposed to happen to her.

"Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to be the assassins after us."