Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

"It's okay, I'll be sure to protect you as long as you're on my side!

Later, when I went to Mrs. Beatrice, who was able to walk on her own, the lady she was listening to gave me a powerful undertaking to do so.

The way you slap your chest is powerful on top of beauty.

"Well, if you have a mother, you'll be pretty safe. But if you don't get out of the castle, I don't think there's a problem."

Alan, who has heard the news again, tunes in to Mrs. Beatrice.

But wait a minute.

The way Alan put it, Mrs. Borderline treats me like a lady knight of escorts. Mrs. Beatrice was a princess in the first place, but why did you start doing things like this?

"I wish I had been as strong as your wife... Since when did your wife learn the sword?

To deflect consciousness from other things, I cut into one of the wonders of the Evrard Borderline Uncle family, and Alan answered as he came to his mother's room and remained standing at the door.

"That's right, my mother told my father..."

"Hey Alan, don't tell me more than that!

Mrs. Beatrice really gets up off the couch and runs to stop Alan. He was complaining in a low voice to Alan, who was a little caught.

"I told you not to say it!

"But everyone in the castle knows that."

"Why!?

"No, were you rather willing to hide it?

Look at the interaction between the two of you, okay, I think.

Couples who think of each other. And I can envy the appearance of a parent and child bound by affection.

Because I'm not really blessed with my family in this life. But I was normal in my previous life.

At the corner of my heart, 'My father and mother in my previous life were also love lovers,' excuses me as I feel like a bully, Mrs. Beatrice, who finished her chatter with Alan, turns to a serious look at me.

"Nevertheless, I can't believe you imitate an attack without question. I think there's a way to get my runaway daughter back. It's like we're having a fight at the Border House."

"Don't you protest?

To Alan's inquiry, Mrs. Beatrice shook her head sideways.

"Even so, you won't be able to draw an apology against it. Instead, it just gives you a crevice to follow. Chiara here wasn't the Count's adopted daughter, she just took civilians for samurai. The mere harm done to the civilian population cannot be complained of even if it is accommodated by the fault of the knights who executed it, and on the contrary, it may be attributed to Chiara for something crude to be taken as a pretext. Even though it's an adopted child, it's a bastard who tried to get his daughter to marry him by even using sleeping pills. I don't know what I'm gonna do when I do."

Mrs Beatrice is right.

Honestly, Count Patriciere has rarely treated me as a daughter. Only when it is deemed necessary externally. Usually it was only a special treatment servant who was dressed in luxurious clothes and fed a similar meal, a treatment.

That and this is to use me as a pawn. That's how the dog ran off against his will. If they find me, I won't spare the cage.

It's good to be able to work for the Evrard Borderline Uncle family that you can make and get covered like this.

"So you knew we were treating Chiara as a civilian, and you raided her as the easiest way? If your mother sympathizes with you and protests your name to your guardian when you bring her back as a noble courtier, you can't force the Count to bring her back either."

Mrs. Beatrice puts her neck on Alan's speculation.

"Right...... I think so. Something will catch you. I don't want to be involved with Uncle Borderline, so I guess he attacked me and took it and tried to escape?

It was not until late at night that those with the answers to it were caught.

I was about to get ready for bed, and I was knocked on the door to the room.

It was Mr. Wentworth who visited the room. The young knight, slightly lacking in dark hair expression, took me out by saying that Uncle Borderline was calling.

At first, because nothing was explained, I thought I wanted to ask you something about today. So I easily weave only the shawl from the top of the blue dress I hadn't changed yet and leave the room.

That's how they took him outside the castle - precisely inside the walls that surround the castle.

The interior of the walls surrounding the hall includes a large garden, a sports field with so much soil that it is likely to run around on horses, and a quarters for those who work in the castle.

The wind was still cold at night though in the spring and I shrugged my shoulders unexpectedly just weaving my shawls.

Why the hell did you bring him outside?

It was me who got anxious, but as I guessed it, Mr. Wentworth said it was pompous.

"On my way here from church school, I looked for someone who was looking for you."

"Huh... you found it!

I have captured Count Patriciere's men, who would certainly have been involved in this raid. I was relieved that you came to let me know that, and I didn't even think about why you took me out.

So don't worry. Follow Wentworth. Slightly upon arrival in the passage from the outside of the castle into the basement, he was prompted to go down there.

I get anxious about where I'm going as I go underground as I'm told.

"Mr. Wentworth, where are we?

When I asked, the answer came back.

"This is a dungeon that locks up prisoners. There's Uncle Vain and His Royal Highness Reginald inside."

They have a proper Vayne Border Uncle inside. And when I heard Reggie was there, I calmed down a little. Because even if something happens, I can believe Reggie wouldn't do anything wrong to me.

But why is it in jail?

To talk about something else you don't want to leak? Or do you want to show me how Count Patriciere's handouts have been caught?

Still? Moving on with Mark in my head, I accidentally worry about my heart beating. Am I afraid of going underground, besides the candlestick Wentworth holds at night, in the light of the candlestick also lit on the wall?

But when I finally get to the two of you, my chest palpitations won't heal.

"I'm sorry you got here, Chiara."

Uncle Vayne Borderline looked like he had just returned from the outside, weaving his cape and wearing it all the way to the chest armor. He also brushes his sword on his hips.

"Sorry, in the middle of the night like this"

Reggie, who said so, also looked exactly dressed and feathered in a cape.

"Uh, something for me?

Asked about the called case for now, Uncle Vain asked for it.

"In prison is the man you also saw during the day. Things haven't been right since I caught you. I seem to have settled down earlier, so I sent for you."

Uncle Borderline is pointing it in the cell. Reggie advised me before trying to look at you.

"I think I'm looking at you once, but I think you're looking a little... shocked, so keep in mind, Chiara. He may have become a magician."

There it is. And when I heard how shocked I was, I was able to turn around ready to see what Count Patriciere's subordination looked like in prison.

The moment I saw the man, I felt my heart jump so hard that I thought I'd shake it to my stomach.

I don't know why. Because the man's appearance, although shocked, was not enough to make him breathless and distract him.

It was slightly more serene than that magician.

Though his back is uplifting, he doesn't have a pillar of stone growing to poke at.

My face and body are swollen and swollen much more than I saw at noon today. So much so that I wonder if I've been invaded by some bad demon.

He was bumping and squealing.

If they don't drink that one. I can't wait to drink that.

I thought it was evil. I've never seen anything like a red or black drink before. It must have been poison. Must be.

In extension, looking up at the void that could be anywhere, he was spinning words.

That alone makes me guess his heart is already broken.

He's the one who caught himself and tried to bring him back to a harsh environment. So although I have no sympathy... it's a hard sight to see.

"Do you have any idea what he's talking about?

"Poison or something, if you've heard from Count Patriciere, I want you to tell me"

Following Uncle Vayne Borderline, Reggie asks me yes.

It was me tilting my neck, but eventually I remembered as I listened to the man in the cell.

- They put a red drink in my mouth like blood.

I'm confused by that word.

I didn't think so.

It reminds me of a red liquid that I had been drunk when I was sick. I thought it was because I divided it with fruit juice, a slightly dark red drink.

When was the first time?

It may have been the first time they had drunk me on the day I was brought to the Count's house, saying that I let them out because it was a special day.

Later I fell asleep for about three days.

But only then, when I recovered, I think Count Patriciere, angry at me for the details, would have been calm.

The man who drank something of similar colour seems to be in the same condition as the sorcerer's creep. What if it's a pill I was taking to make you a magician?

If you look at me that didn't turn into sand and you were happy... the twitch, it fits.

But does that mean I'm already in the same condition as the sorcerer's scumbag? But there was no such thing as witchcraft. You didn't even try?

But that's all I know. I don't...

I scratch my lower lip a lot.

What do I do, I don't want to tell you. Speaking of which, they find out that you drank that liquid up to me. If they think it's a similar condition to the sorcerer's crookedness, they could be jailed up to me.

To storm the power and not hurt anyone. Be patient, while they say.

- I imagined, I've already pulled into the back of my throat talking about red liquids and such. Instead, I jumped out of my mouth,

"Wow... I don't know. I've never seen it."

It was a word of denial.