Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

"I'm not too sure about the poison. Because I will be working at the royal palace all the time, and my parents have been made to do courtesies and study things that I barely had a chance to wear at home..."

Uncle Vain didn't doubt my words of denial.

"Right. If you have any idea, I was wondering if it has anything to do with what it takes to become a magician, even a special poison. As a matter of fact, I found out why we couldn't detect this man or the knights he was carrying coming in."

Looks like he's using intelligence to alert the neighborhood to the situation and the entry and exit of suspicious people, more than he's holding land prone to conflict with Uncle Vain. That is so as to detect as soon as possible which countries have come to explore the situation in their territory, and to determine whether they will invade in line with the situation or carry a deal with them.

"It turns out that several agents under the castle have been killed. We hurried to arrange another human to reinforce surveillance, but it looks like the knight who was with this man killed about two of them. But two of the others have been found burned to death. If there was nothing else burned, but only the person burned... so I figured Count Patriciere would create a magician, and whoever became a magician would be entering my realm."

That's why they asked me, who was beside Count Patriciere. I was wondering if red drinks might not be a special drug or poison that creates magicians.

Listening to the cause of the question, I was coming back with a feeling of rough powder on my tongue.

Sweet and sour, that drink was a mixture of powder like sand. I think the mixed powder was left to melt, but I remember it well because it was uncomfortable.

But I don't know who the drink is either. So again, I shook my head sideways against Uncle Vayne Borderline.

"Right..."

"But I'm sure Count Patriciere has somehow knitted a magician, or a way to make it there. Otherwise, it's called this man, the one who killed the other agents, and there are too many magicians in his possession."

Reggie, who has been silent until now, quietly points out the problem.

And I was also inside nodding to Reggie's words. Perhaps that's why Chiara Credias of the game became a magician. Count Patriciere probably knows how to be a magician.

And I've noticed another thing. It's an Evrard siege in two years.

Could it be that, though across the border, it had been marched nearby without realizing it? If you think that a lookout, or an intelligence agent who would be entering across the border, would have been killed in some way, a twitch fits.

Two years later, too, those who were monitoring trends, like this one, were killed, and I could speculate that's why they didn't notice.

"You can go back now," Uncle Vayne tells me, getting upset about that.

"You're sorry about the middle of the night. I think I have something to ask you again, so I want you to cooperate with me then. Your Highness Reginald, take the rest of the day off."

Encouraged, me and Reggie went out of the dungeon.

There was Mr. Growl, Reggie's escort. I am relieved to see Mr. Growl standing properly without any particular injury.

"Thank you for your safety."

With that said, Mr. Growl blinked a little surprised, nodded small and thanked me "thank you".

In the meantime, I said hello, and I just tried to get back to my room.

I was really thinking about telling Reggie some more precautions about two years from now because I got snored out during the day. But no, I reconsidered.

After listening to the man earlier...... I'm afraid they might think I'm dangerous. Let's at least calm down a little bit before we pick out what we need and what information we don't.

"Bye, Reggie. I am now..."

"Growl. I'll send Chiara back before we get back to her room."

"Yes, sir."

Before I said I'd see you tomorrow, Reggie was supposed to follow me.

Ugh, I mean, I was feeling uncomfortable with Reggie for the first time.

When I think about it, I don't recall ever being restless with Reggie.

I wonder why.

My mouth gets heavy when I think Mr. Growl is listening, even as he tells stupid stories about this uncomfortable.

Now, Reggie is a prince.

As always, I've heard a tattered mouth when you two were told, but from the knowledge of this life, that offer is someone to turn down... I now realize that you're a lot more eroded by me, who I was in my previous life.

It is also unnatural to break it now, though.

As a result, I arrived in front of the room without being able to say anything I cared about, but I'm relieved Reggie didn't say anything either.

Now it's time for me to tell Reggie.

"Then Reggie, treat me..."

"I need to talk to you. Growl's bad, but wait outside."

Reggie, who said that with a smile, enters the room through the door I was half-opening.

Oh, hey, Reggie! Don't go into your room on your own! No, I was giving Mrs. Beatrice a rest order for being raided today, so I was cleaning up my room or something... What about walking into a girl's room in the middle of the night?

"Hey, Reggie!

Though I also jumped into the room with a voice, I'm confused as to what to say to Reggie with a smile that stops at the door.

"Well, it's late at night, and you're tired, aren't you? Tomorrow. Let's talk tomorrow, shall we?

I gently put in a no, but one hand shuts the door that Reggie ruthlessly left open to me.

"Huh..."

Reggie. For once, me and you are adolescent men and women, even before adulthood. [M] What imitation is this, once you only tried to avoid a situation where the escort would tell the Chamber you were alone in front of him?

Reggie stares at me when she behaves unexplainably.

When you unwittingly retreat, your back hits the door.

Then Reggie, outrageously, instead of the door don, grabbed my shoulders and held them down.

"Don't worry, how much"

What the hell is wrong with you? I'd say so, but my mouth doesn't turn well on the anomaly.

Reggie, on the other hand, smiled joyfully in the room with only one light in the fireplace candlestick. Hey, I'm scared! In many ways!

"I think we should have a discussion today. You push when you're upset, because it's easier to confess everything."

"Hot."

Wait a minute. No way, that's why, right after I saw Count Patriciere's subordination, and the two of us created a situation in the room alone!?

"It didn't seem like a good story to let Growl hear. I decided to ask him not to. But with you and me, there's nothing to hide, Chiara?

I didn't even come into the room to get rid of Mr. Growl and make it easier to crack my mouth. Why do you come up with such a black thing!?

"Fuck you, fuck you, Reggie!

I say it unintentionally, but that didn't change Reggie's mind.

"Chiara."

Turning to a slightly more serious look, he can put a small force into the hand that grabbed my shoulder.

"Where did you find out and advise me about two years from now?

"Yeah, yeah. In dreams......"

I should have said that during the day, so I repeated the same thing.

"You were too sure to dream, weren't you?

"Yep, I actually lean towards Jeremiah ecclesiasticism in church schools..."

"I totally ignore morning and evening prayer times for that, and I think you have quite a few prayers for meals,"

"Ugh..."

The reason I couldn't be deluded was all because of my actions. You did do something like an example of an unbeliever. Me. But it's all the more so because of the past life, but I'm faithless from the beginning...

Because if I were a god like the Church says, I would have saved me from the family of my life, and I don't think someone like Count Patriciere would have been my adopted daughter.

If this is more of a mechanical, divine, systemic existence, I don't have to believe it. I have memories of a previous life, and of a different world, because it's easy to be convinced that it's the result of an error caused by a malfunction.

The sound of the goddess whistle is also easy to understand considering it an error signal for me.

To me like that, Reggie didn't loosen my pursuit hand.

"Are you lying to me? That hard to believe?

After I said it, Reggie's expression distorted me somewhat sadly. I feel painful like I've been grabbed by a heart. Because I felt like I hurt Reggie.

"Not that I can't believe it..."

Reggie hunts me down for saying that by accident.

"You're afraid of something and you can't tell me?

That's right, I couldn't tell you.

'Cause I don't want them to know. You think maybe you'll be like Count Patriciere's subordination just now? Tell me about it, and Reggie and the others might be on guard.

... I don't want them to hate me anyway. That's the scariest part.

"Are you afraid of me? Or the very things you talk about?

Reggie, overlapping the question, sighed at me, not quite mouthbreaking, as she eventually gave up.

"Chiara, you are too used to being threatened. Then do something you don't think you should be afraid to talk about?

"Yep, yep!?

I am surprised at Reggie's proposed policy shift.

Are you sure you can strangle me? You think you can slash him with a sword? Scary imaginations circle around my head.

But I can't wipe my feelings of fear.

Being unable to say anything after being confused, something touched my cheek on my pretend. Blink your eyes at that feeling that is soft and never damages your skin.

No way, I'm going up now...... Lips!?

The moment I realized I had been kissed on the cheek, I was so weak that I accidentally wanted to sit back.

Reggie whispers, as if he aimed there.

"Shall I change the question? Weren't you trying to find out all kinds of things about being a magician?

"Oh, how did you notice..."

Why do you feel so much? I was surprised and put the question in my mouth, then I took a breath.

Shit. Same thing I affirmed with this!

Because Reggie would do something like this, like color tricks, in the first place! I mean, how do you know how to do this, Reggie! I'm fifteen and I'm scared of that!

Reggie peered in and smiled at my face as she moved.

"To find out about the stone given to Princess Tsu, you have never looked frightened of the stone. Instead, you would have been eager to find out about all the magicians themselves, wouldn't you?

So he thought it was weird. And from what I've been like since the magician scumbag died, he said he was thinking about that possibility.

What a smart man I groan.

How did someone like that get killed lightly...... no. Because he's like this, I realize that the queens must have gotten in the way and wiped him out.

"But it's rare to be a magician. I was wondering if you could be, but you were certain. So I guess you said you were going to be a magician by two years from now, and you were going to protect me."

Oh, my God, you're talking to me. No, no, no! I want to go back in time and complain to myself.

But how can I say with my less than favorable head who I can see all the way here?

I finally noticed.

"Do you know anything about red drinks? I was drunk too..."