Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

The next day, a few days behind schedule, the Evrard army left.

First move the slow-moving army first.

The general in command is Alan. It is Reggie's surrogate who decided to leave late because it is not yet in this condition.

I was to travel with the army, too.

I'm on the move again, and I'm supposed to be stuffed in a carriage.

Unlike the last time we pulled out of the Luein army, this time it would be a long distance, long journey. It's a discreet box-shaped carriage, but it's distressing to seem to make it easier for just one person.

That being said, everyone keeps their mouths shut and says, "I'm in trouble if it doesn't help when I say I have to," so it's up to me to convince me that you're right.

If you were riding and following, and you were in a cavity with muscle aches, it would be very suspicious if you could use magic satisfactorily. It's just luggage, such as useless me.

All the knights and soldiers seem to feel like I'm carrying a stationary turret on my carriage, especially not thinking about the problem...... I don't know if I'd be tired of walking. At that time, let's think of something to boost morale.

What worries me is how Reggie recovers and if she won't be targeted when she travels after that...... I can't help but worry about this, either. There's no way Reggie's leaving without any preparation, and it's probably better if the two tops are acting differently that they'll be after.

Yes, while convincing myself, I put my sleeves through the new clothes that Mr. Maya prepared for me.

The dress in a deep shade of red purple system, the hem of the dress is slightly above the ankle, as I asked. They are instead shaped to wear boots and dark colored trousers for when horseback riding is needed.

... If you ride straight in your dress, your legs will be exposed as much as you want. Abnai when riding or even when riding. And just in case I ever had to dash all over again, I just wanted to leave my skirt in okay shape.

Me too, if it wasn't for the crisis, I'd turn my skirt up. So I don't want to embarrass myself.

I even had my pants tailored for that.

"I guess I'll pant too......" Lord Beatrice said, so when I get home safely, I'll be able to see Mrs. Beatrice's men's clothes.

The cape was good for the rest, but he also tailored a jacket that seemed to be cold proof and easy to move.

Pretty cute but cool, my master is going to float hard on his hips. It was hot season, so I wouldn't wear it all the time, but I would need it at night, etc. They also had other clothes for me to change.

Master Beatrice hugs me in a pair.

"Please come back safely.... because if it doesn't work, I'll be ready to leave the country with Master Vain."

Let's run away together in case. To Master Beatrice, who tells me so, I laughed.

"I'd love to. But I'll do my best to win. And I'm gonna get Alan back here."

"I'll be waiting."

Always, or ask for Alan, Master Beatrice didn't say.

It's war, so I don't know what's going to happen until then.

Moreover, Alan may also take the lead on behalf of Reggie. I'm already prepared to be safe. About me, about Alan.

Mrs Beatrice, however, must defend the Borderline Uncle, instead of the deeply burdened Vain Borderline Uncle. Master Beatrice must regret not being able to keep up with you.

"I'm coming."

That's what I said, I left the room.

The baggage has already been carried by the aunts of the servants. All I do is ride.

Outside the castle gate, there was already a line of soldiers leaving.

In the center there is a carriage packed with some of the luggage and the main regiment where the knights, Alan and the carriages I ride are waiting. Behind it was a further line of soldiers, carrying carriages of supplies and carriages well packed by merchants serving in the merchant soul.

"Coming, Chiara"

Alan notices me and nods.

"Ride fast. Wentworth is waiting."

"Yeah."

I nod and walk towards the carriage.

There was Mr. Cain with the horse he would ride, and he opened the carriage door as if he were a squire.

"Thank you, Mr. Cain."

Tell Mr. Cain that he'll walk side by side of the carriage, and he'll laugh.

"Please be gentle, Mr. Chiara"

With the help of the offered Mr. Cain, I will be delivered in the carriage.

Eventually, the sound of the trumpet echoes multiple times as it shivers the window of the carriage. Then out of the carriage I began to move on, I looked up at the walls that soared high.

No Reggie has been instructed by the doctor to still be on the sleeping table.

Master Beatrice and Uncle Vain were standing in front of the gate and dropping off the soldiers leaving all the time.

Then the four days leading up to the departure of the Borderline Uncle passed without any particular problems.

Though only moving within the territory, I was wary, such as if Ruain had lurked ambushes, but fortunately there did not seem to have been any problems.

The army goes west all the way.

Near the big town the night traveled in the form of a stay, and at that time as much as possible I was entered into the whole town.

Anyway, there's one woman among all the men. Even if you think of yourself as someone you should fear more than demons in a way, a mage, you shouldn't have anything to do while you're asleep, and it seems better to isolate the people around you.

I followed Alan's instructions solemnly, as it was painful to let him rest in the building but unwilling to let his companions carry mental fatigue.

It's better not to have my share of the tent assembled or anything like that.

I walked into a room in an inn all over town with Mr. Cain, thinking about it.

"Oh, but it's like a dirt hut instead of a tent, I guess I can make it myself"

Let's give Alan a suggestion tomorrow, though. Anyway, my master was also a magician of different attributes, so I'm not sure how far I can go with the dirt that's compatible with me.

I kind of understand that imagination, temper, and habit are all there for now.

"But with your magic, you're finite. Where are you going to sleep when you tell me you didn't have to put your share in the bill? Uhihihi."

Then the master puts in a scratch, so I say, "Well, then.

"With Alan or Cain, let me borrow it."

"... Huh!?

Surprisingly, Mr. Cain was most stunned. I'm not a very expressive person, but my cheeks are clearly tight now.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It was annoying."

"... that's not what I'm talking about"

I apologized, but Mr. Cain replied slightly late, so I guess it was annoying. I don't know if the master knew that would happen, but he laughs "uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Mr. Cain still gave me a hard time saying no, or why.

"I can't stand so many tents, because I'm with others,"

"Oh, you did. I'm really sorry I said it without a second thought. If you were Alan, you'd be occupying one, wouldn't you? I'll be able to borrow it in case of an emergency."

I have to ask Alan.

With that in mind, I sit in front of a desk that was in the room, pen, ink and paper out of my baggage.

Paper is a yarn spelled end like a notebook.

"Mr. Chiara, did you need to record anything?

Mr. Cain, who finally regained his former calm, asked me what I was going to write.

"Write all you know about my..."

That was one thing I could do for Reggie in my mind.