Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

I don't know dew that such a discussion was bringing.

I kept sleeping well and woke up by the time the sun was high there.

The feeling of being in deep sleep remained in my body, so I wander wondering how I could have slept so well when I said I was in a box of solid trees.

Unsurprisingly, I even wondered if I was of a quality that didn't care where I would sleep.

But when I opened my eyes thinking it kind of looked like I was lying right on the bedside...... it was a strange older man who was glancing at me.

"!! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ho ho ho"

Scream in surprise, cough up because of it and round your body to the letter that stays put.

Someone caresses my back as I keep coughing up so many tears in my eyes. Ugh, thank you. But I can't feel safe.

"Um, sorry... hon."

A little bit of gratitude in calm, looking up to the Lord of hands.

I knew it was your brother just now.

The brunette young man doesn't look upset about how I am, and he looks at me like someone watching the results of the experiment.

How the hell is that?

I couldn't understand anything at first because I was awake and blurry.

But moments later, I realized, oh, not here in the carriage.

The next thing I knew, I was sleeping in a bedroom, and I recognized it was some room, not in a box.

When I jumped up, I sat down fast.

"No, no, no, no. I'm sorry about the ride. Oh!

I thought the only way to get them to forgive me for letting them ride in silence was to apologize anyway. So I apologized and defeated him.

"I'm sorry I got on with my best intentions! The moment I saw the carriage, the sound of the goddess whistle echoed in my brain! Um, Sugu, please don't bother me anymore! That's right. I'll leave the ride rent! I'll also color you with my apologies, so now give him a break!

In a terrible upset, it was the gold coin that I took out of my pocket purse with my trembling hands, so I put it down and stood up as it was - falling off the sleeping table at the front as it was.

"Bye!"

Having made quite a loud noise with the cancer and falling on the wood floor, I can't get up because of the pain and the psychological damage.

It's so embarrassing to be found asleep on an unauthorized ride and fall off the sleeping table to give you a hug. I want to hide somewhere now.

Besides, young people don't even laugh at me. Awkward......

Someone laughed when I didn't know what to do and couldn't move with my fall and poked my hand.

"Kuck, haha, for the first time I saw a girl fall off the sleeping table!

Unexpectedly, I raise my face to a voice that laughs without giving in.

Until now there have been only expressionless young people in the room, but at some point the door to the room was open and two boys stood.

Both are dressed in well-woven, luxurious looking clothes.

The brunette boy in the black uniform at church school, who I would be the owner of the carriage I rode, is stunned. But he was next door, a silver-haired boy laughing.

The silver hair tied around the neck is lustrous, and the face bordered by the transverse hair on the ear is also a color of skin that is so thin that it cannot be beaten.

The eyes that are laughing too much and crying are deep blue, and both the dark blue jacket and the white jacket with the collar underneath it seem very good quality, but as for the type of costume it belongs to the squire. Because there is a large pocket in the hem length jacket where you can keep letters, etc.

But his clothes are going to be illusory with the Saint's costume, probably because he looks beautiful if he does.

"Well..."

There's an angel. Yes, I almost ran my mouth, and I weighed myself down.

A boy as old as I am. I don't know if you'd be happy to be told you're like an angel.

But I can't take my eyes off it.

From that face I miss somewhere.

Slightly, this one also had some recognisable brunette boy with a silver-haired boy's arm.

"Hey Reggie, you're laughing too hard"

"Sorry Alan. Something's gotten in my pants.... By the way, are you okay? Stand up?"

That's what the silver-haired boy named Reggie tells me.

blurry, I reached out to borrow that hand without a trace, but

"Reggie!"

"Lord Reggie."

A simultaneous call for restraining purposes sounded from both directions, inadvertently stopping the movement of the hand.

Though I thought that I wouldn't bite you because I touched you, I realized why you two were on guard.

Yes, I am a suspicious person who boarded a car without rent. Even his squire apparently cares about him, and it's only natural that the other two fear inadvertent contact with the suspicious.

That's why I tried to get myself up, but my clearly snagged wrist gets gripped.

"No problem, Alan, Wentworth. 'Cause this is probably the effect of the drug."

I was the one who got pulled up and took the form of a natural rise,

"What? Wow."

I can't get my legs in, and I sit on the spot.

Is it something that shrivels your legs just because you overslept? When I was surprised at the strangeness of my condition, Reggie, still holding hands, was talking to the other two.

"You see. I think it's the effect of medication to keep you from getting away. I panicked, and I thought it was weird to fall brilliantly from bed to bed."

"Huh? To keep you from getting away?

Apparently Reggie and the others have also witnessed her fall off the sleeping table, but there were more words to worry about than that.

Who the hell is it from to keep you from getting away?

The fact that you can't stand up because of that means they used drugs?

Black-haired Alan, who kept his mouth shut until then, told me when, how, and no way it was because of these people.

"You were spotted sleeping in a carriage."

Yeah, that's understandable. Because it was in my memory to the point where I was nagging.

"Finding it in the middle of the night and dragging it out of the carriage didn't wake you. That's just unusual, but I didn't wake up talking or shaking. You're a suspicious person for now. Let me change my belongings. Then I found out that this letter you had was filled with medicine."

What Alan offered was a letter from his adoptive daughter, Count Patriciere, declaring her marriage.

"Uh... why, in a letter...?

Alan says he's afraid he'll need to do that.

"Miss Chiara Patriciere. I guess I was supposed to be put to sleep so you wouldn't escape the marriage you wrote in your letter. But before the pills worked, you escaped. Count Patriciere must have taken the lead, thinking you might have escaped."

"Ugh..."

Indeed, I fled as soon as I received my letter.

Anyway, I'm an adopted daughter, and I don't have the affection of a flesh parent (although I don't have the affection of a flesh parent in front of my parents). So he decided to flee immediately, thinking that it was okay if his political marriage broke down.

I'm 14 years old now, so if you hang in there, you might be able to live on your own, so be it.

But I can't believe you were supposed to be drugged to sleep and brought back for a political marriage.... Hey, was Viscount Credias such an amazing terrible man from a guy his age that he could guess that he didn't want to get married without tying him up with drugs?

As soon as I was glad I escaped, I was relieved and overly shocked, and I sneer disappointed.

Something's tired.

"Are you okay?"

Reggie, still holding his hand, asks kindly.

"... I want to pass out. But then I'm going to take care of it again, and I'm going to stand by it."

Human beings who have become impersonal would also be troublesome to carry. Even once, they let me sleep. I don't want you to have any more bad impressions.

So if I endure desperately, Reggie will erupt again.

I thought you were a really good laugher.