Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

The line left after a while.

I can't have you waiting slowly for my recovery, so I couldn't walk yet, I had you sitting in the carriage.

That's when I had that young knight named Mr. Wentworth carry me by the princess, but, uh, that's pretty embarrassing...

I think even if it were just the two of us, we would want medicine due to shortness of palpitations, but Reggie, Alan, and all the other knights are looking at us, and it's hard to calm down.

But I had it lifted. Again, I could see why my legs couldn't move well. He was paralyzed and had no sensation at all.

My legs are floating even though they're not touching me, even if I can support my back of my knees thanks to you! It felt like it was creepy.

Actually, they also told me that the carriage I'm getting on is actually a girl, so I went to the carriage with Alan and the others... but I said no.

They told me to treat you like a civilian, and then you couldn't possibly ride with the boy in the house you serve, could you? I thought so.

However, I was worried that there was something I shouldn't touch the carriage or if I was trying to put it on the carriage in that sense, so it would be enough if someone's horse could follow me... When I offered, Reggie laughed at me again.

Reggie is a really good laugher. Is it Uedo Laughing? I hope his abs don't get muscle aches.

"Nevertheless, who is it..."

Was there anyone like Cashier in the game in the memory that sprang up?

I can't remember it even though it looks familiar because I only remember the more general things and the battles and offenses that will be the main ones.

But that's all I'm close to the main character, so I'm supposed to be in the game.

"It's a combat simulation, because there's no attendant, is it?

That is convincing to think about. That game, simple conversations and a few animations of scenes come out in the first place, but other than that, it's really just a game of fighting on the stoke. It's more like, "We're gonna fight anyway, right?" I've skipped the story scene before.

"But the princess of the sideline royalty who doesn't take part in the battle should have come out too... I guess that one. I wonder if it was at the end of a scene like that without a dialogue."

I move my legs a little punchy, thinking that seems likely.

Actually, I had the box on the carrier moved a little, and on the box just the right height, I have the cushion laid down and I'm sitting there.

Really, everyone in the Evrard Borderline Uncle Territory is going to be a gentleman and tears......

I may not be able to sleep with my legs turned.

Even in that condition, I was about to roll off every time the carriage wobbled because I didn't have the force of my leg at first, but by the time it was over an hour later, my feet finally became fluffy and effective.

When my feet are free to move, I want to feel that gratitude and move my feet.

"Nevertheless, I'm glad you ran away"

When I heard about the sleeping pills, I thought I was right to smudge and make my own decisions.

If I hadn't escaped then, I would have been recovered by a human who came to "be the one at home" where I had perished... oh I don't want to think beyond that. Although the premise of working for the Royal Palace was that it was a situation that could be a consolation to my uncle, who was too old for a while.

"Oh, so I guess..."

Chiara in the game is the enemy, stuck with the queen but still stands in the way of the protagonists.

If you see me like that, you'll fall to the bottom of it mentally.

When you are desperate that you cannot escape, when you go to the queen, you will be free from misery. And if you stay with the queen, you don't have to go back to your fiancée. I also know that I will be able to rely on the queen to stay away.

Magic is also, perhaps, now available to be on the queen's side and to find a way to use it themselves.

If these circumstances existed, I felt that Chiara in the game could also be convinced of her actions to get out to the battlefield for the Queen.

... Rather, it is believed that Count Patriciere had so designed to miss the Queen that I remembered that uncle's face and was relieved.

While I was thinking, it was lunch.

I also put a slice in the bread, and the broiled meat was handed over to me for mouth. I can't help but be a little clammy. I just took a breath flushing with water and Reggie comes to a place that gets into my sight.

A little further away, Reggie was inviting.

The knights around me don't say anything even though they're watching it.

Whatever the errand, I walk to Reggie's place and he takes me straight down the road into a wooden tree.

Do I have to tell you something? As he clenched his neck, Reggie, who stopped and stood in front of him, said with a smile.

"... your feet. Can I see it?

"Oh, what!?

What do you want me to show you my legs!?

'Cause in this world, girls over the age of ten shouldn't be exposed from their ankles to the top, and if they accidentally look at you, they'll say, "Disgraceful! ♪ You're gonna piss me off ♪ I'm sure every color has something to do with the situation you want me to show you.

Ha...... no way Reggie is such an outrageous person to stumble on a girl while keeping such a calm face.

I get scared, I step back.

Though I have preliminary knowledge of men and women, I also have memories of my previous life that somehow make me a fourteen-year-old. I didn't take that experience anywhere in my head, and that's why it was impossible to take it calmly.

And in previous life knowledge, an impudent human being is supposed to be able to jump and run, but in a world where this identity is clear up and down, can I beat up Reggie, a close squire after treating him like a civilian?

As a result, I take one more step, one more step and retreat. But Reggie has been packing the same distance.

When my back hits a tree after I continue to retreat a few steps, they poke me in the hands of both arms so I can't escape.

Seeing that, I remembered the circuit breaker. The sound of a "train will pass" called Khan Khan on the back of his brain comes back to life.

As soon as I realize I can't run anymore, my body starts to tremble.

Then Reggie laughed small and whispered.

"With a knife, maybe a bottle?

Listen to what he has to say, it makes me angry.

I keep my feet, speaking of which, equipped with a knife and a bottle of poison. I was completely oblivious to that because I didn't feel my legs until just now.

The ten bulky pieces I did with the gutter under my skirt were over a pannier overlaid with cloth, and thanks to the fact that it was a small item, I guess the other two have never had to notice it before.

But realizing Reggie would have something noisy, and wary that something should not happen to the Lord Alan, is he trying to threaten to take it away?

"When Wentworth and the others find out, it's gonna be a lot worse."

From his words that follow, I can see that my guess was correct.

Besides, Reggie seems to miss it without telling anyone else if she submits her weapon to me now, very manly.

Perhaps "show your legs" indicates and is thought to be harmless by not hiding them.

Understanding so much, my face got a little hot.

I was making a terrific mistake. It's so embarrassing.

Why did you mistake me for something like that? Fool! You wouldn't look so inviting, you were over-conscious!

'Cause the way I deal with it now, it's not a frightening way to think that Reggie is totally interested in me as a woman. You weren't!

I told him with a mosquito-like voice, feeling sorry and wanting to cry.

"Um, I'll give it to you later..."

Even if I think about the future, I need Reggie to know that I'm not the enemy. So honestly hand over your weapon, but offer to be difficult right now.

'Cause I thought turning my skirt in front of me was a little... but an unexpected dialogue popped out of his mouth.

"Take it off here now?

"... Huh?

Unexpectedly looking up at him, Reggie repeated with a smile that seemed really sweet.

"I want you to take it off right in front of me. I want to make sure the weapons are all of them. It's more conscientious than being forced by me, isn't it?

"Ugh..."

What Reggie says is true.

I just met him yesterday. He said nothing, and you won't believe it.

So I want to do as I say, but what a shame play to lift a skirt in the seen!?

But I think I should do as I say, and I manage to try to change my consciousness stained with the customs of this world.

Anyway, under his skirt, he's wearing drawers like half pants with all the flatulence. The leather belt is also worn from above the drawers.

By previous life standards, it's like wearing a jersey under a skirt. You won't know your body line, and I'm not exposing you to bare feet.

That's right, I was walking outside wearing shorts and stuff that exposed my thighs in my last life! I was exposed to swimsuits that look like underwear at the pool or at sea.

... Okay, I'm starting to feel less embarrassed.

Still, out of the last remaining shame, I turned around saying no to Reggie.

"Hey, wait a minute, please"

You guessed that I would obey, and Reggie would step away from me with her hands on both sides, too.

While relieved, take a leather belt wrapped around your thighs so that it is invisible from Reggie as much as possible.

In relation to lifting my skirt, Reggie behind me would have seen a calf as well, but I should have managed to guard my knee exposure dead.

I hurry to fix my skirt, yes, and give it to Reggie for every leather belt.

Reggie, who received it, didn't ask me to confirm it any further.... Well, maybe he was confirming earlier that he wasn't wearing any more suspicious items.

Does that mean? You mean Reggie saw it everywhere!?

Reggie asked me as I now realized I was about to scream out in shame.

"Why did you have something like this? I know I'm gonna walk outside on my own, so let's be careful, but noble ladies don't normally have it, do they?

"Well... my adoptive father, Count Patriciere, somehow taught me how to fight with a knife and let me have the poison when I entered school."

"... Hmm?

I honestly answered because I don't think it's something I'd hide now. It must have been a very interesting story. Reggie gets a serious look.

"After I took it to school, I left it in trouble to see where to throw it away... If they find us, we'll make a scene, won't we? But I was going to travel alone this time. For protection......"

"Surely traveling alone would be dangerous. Even I would have something for protection...... ok"

"Um, do you really believe me? I never thought about using it for Alan or Reggie."

I squeeze my hands and look at Reggie.

You said you got it, but you kept the poison and the knife hidden, so I don't know if you'll believe my story. 'Okay,' but isn't that making you more alert?

So if you want to leave me somewhere, it's still fine, but if you go to the barn as soon as you get to the Evrard Frontier Uncle territory... if you don't let me out for the rest of your life...

In the end, I should have escaped because I didn't like the tragic end, but I become Ami the original tree.

I asked Reggie for fear of that.

"If you hadn't let me out honestly, I would have had to think of a lot of responses. But Chiara, you chose to be trusted by me over your own shame, didn't you?

To Reggie's smile, I finally understood.

He asked us to remove the weapon under his skirt in front of him so that he could guess whether or not I would obey the unscrupulous demands and whether or not he wanted to be trusted until then.

And I woke up consciousness back in my previous life when I was more exposed and living, and managed to pass Reggie's exam, I guess.

Looks like I didn't have to lose Reggie's credibility, and I'm relieved.

Reggie then pulled my hand and moved to the side of the river that was flowing nearby.

The poison drug Reggie opened the lid, smelled it and confirmed it, and it didn't seem like it was going to dry up the grass. It empties its contents into the roots of the proper tree.

At that time, Reggie chuckled when she told him she was in trouble without being abandoned, wondering if it would be a fuss if she dumped it in the garden and topically withered the grass.

Then he threw the knife, the leather belt, the empty bottle, and Reggie threw it down for the deep end of the river.

I got a little anxious when I ran out of tools to protect myself, but I was a little relieved.

It makes me psychologically nervous to keep having something very noisy because of the memory of my previous life.

Then Reggie looked me in the face and opened her eyes.

With his neck clenched, he says.

"You look kind of neat when they dump something to protect you."

"... maybe so. Something tells me that now I can finally get away from the Count's house, and maybe it's because I'm a little overwhelmed."

To be honest with you, for some reason, Reggie stroked my head.

I miss the feeling of being soft and caressed.

Since when was he caressed like this? Wasn't it until the death of my mother in this world? That bastard father never cared for me in the first place.

Reggie pulled my hand away as she was snoozing and feeling laid back at her late mother.

Let's go back.

I nodded and honestly followed him.