Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

At dinner time, Reggie didn't show up.

"You've put a strain on Your Highness... Your sister will be mad at you for this."

Mr. Ernest jumped up his shoulder frighteningly at Lucille's words, which crushed him with a sigh.

What is the Finard family... even laid in Mr. Emeline's fear politics?

"Enjoy it anyway."

Mr. Ernest recommended that we begin to put our mouth to the meal.

In my presence is Mr. Cain to me and Mr. Growl. And that's ten Reggie's escort knights that came this far.

There are quite a few of them. The long table in the main dining room is filled with half and a little more.

But it was mainly Mr. Ernest who could talk to me... me.

This is not why Mr. Ernest likes women. It's just a sequential thing.

Mr. Growl is the captain of the escort knight, but the original house is that of the knight. It's above my original house, though.

The fact that he is a knight of take-up means that his background is also really sinister and lovely.

Rather, other knights have more people out of the nobility. Was the man of the highest rank the three sons of the Count Tallinahire family?

Now it's me.

I am from a branch daughter in household laundering, but if that's all, I'm no different than Mr. Ernest. Rather below.

That's where the military comes in.

I, the sorcerer, am under Alan, who can be deputy marshal, but I treat him the same way as a general. Thanks to you, I'm free to take it upon myself...

Finally, I'm in the highest position here.

If I were to say another thing, it would be difficult to talk to Mr. Growl, who told him Reggie's absence before the meal, because he had a much more sinister look and was afraid.

Of course, Mr. Lucille, you're a girl, so it's reasonable to talk to me.

So it turned out to be a dinner party where you and I were the only ones talking.

"I was surprised to hear from the magician and actually see your help again. It's a big deal when you're young."

"haha"

In Mr. Ernest's flattery, make me laugh.

Nobody knows how to be a magician well, so that's what they seem to think.

Then Mr. Lucille came into the conversation, stopping his hand from cutting the sautéed venison with a knife.

"I've heard magicians make contracts with demons. The Luainian army, which attacked Delphion, said it used someone who was likely to be its magician, scattered the devil's curse and struck the army. Is that true?

This one seems to want to know the veracity of the rumors I knew too.

Now how far did I tell you......

For talking about the stone of the covenant, it's too widespread, let's make him a magician! How light-hearted and troublesome it is for someone to try.

"I'm not a demon...... It takes a special ritual to be a magician. Besides, only those with qualities can be magicians safely. If you fail, you'll die just like a sorcerer's crook. That's why I made a deal with the devil."

I remember as I speak.

Speaking of which, Master, where have you been? After all, even after I fell asleep, he still hasn't come back.

It was after dinner that I found out where I was.

Mr. Growl said to me with a look that seemed even more distressing than before dinner.

"I'm so sorry, could you please step up to Your Highness's room?"

"Is His Highness Reginald calling?

"Rather than His Royal Highness... Miss Chiara's Master..."

So I get it.

"Have you been sitting in that room the whole time, Master?!?

I don't know why on earth, but Mr. Growl won't tell me why.

Anyway, if you follow me, in the room, the military costume was untied, on the bunk where Reggie lay, and the spouse was jumping.

"Hey, Master, what are you doing!?

When I tried to catch him in a hurry, I said, "Whoa!," the master rolls down to the other side of the bedroom. Reaching out, I finally reached up but couldn't catch him.

"Chi!

You can't just jump over Reggie, so I hurried to the other side and captured the spouse who was about to climb onto the bunk.

"Seriously, like a bug..."

I can't breathe. I mean, Master, why run away?

"Thank you, Miss Chiara. When they grabbed me, they said it would collapse... and I couldn't help it."

Mr. Growl thanked me and I bowed my head.

"I'm so sorry! I lied to you, you son of a bitch! Because throwing won't break so easily! Right, Master?

Smile and pour magic into the master's body.

That's how I used the copper coin I had in my pocket and tried to coat it.

"Hey, what? It's creepy, right?

"I'm just trying to make my master even more sturdy. Yeah, sounds pretty good."

Hit it really hard on the back of your hand and it sounds metallic.

Because it's superimposed magic. Seems like it needs a different kind of magic to maintain, but it'll be fine for a few hours.

That's how I open Reggie's room window and stick my master out the window.

"Sa, it's like a flower garden down there, and it probably won't break. Let's have Mr. Growl see if it's okay to drop it downstairs, right?

"Fluffy!? No way, Lord, keep me like this."

"Drop it, right? Good luck coming back, huh?

"Uh-oh!

After my master screamed, I heard a sound.

The soil on the flowerbed still seemed soft.

Ugh, breathing and closing the window, Reggie asked Mr. Growl, who laughed when he dulled.

"It's pathetic if kids or dogs mistake me for a toy, so can you collect it? You must be covered in dirt, so ask the Finard family to get rid of the dirt."

Mr. Growl left the room with a small sigh.

"I'm sorry, Reggie, my master disturbed you"

He said he was ill, but he wouldn't have even rested if his master was jumping.

I went back to Reggie's side and apologized for being shy... but Reggie grabbed my wrist when I woke up.

Reggie gave you a really good smile.

"That's why I want to ask, Chiara. What's wrong with that leg wound?

"Hih..."

... Shit.

Although I changed my clothes, I borrowed my shoes without my boots because it was easy. Without boots, if you reach out and stretch out, the hem of the skirt rises slightly, you can see the injury round......

"Yeah, this is... the..."

Uh-oh. How can you be the last person you want to see if Cain didn't have to find you!

What an explanation. This?

Because it can cause Mr. Cain to touch his leg, if I told him that he was also silent about the injury, I wouldn't know how angry he would be...

Reggie whispers to me that I just have to be silent in a sweaty state inside.

"Then shall we exchange secrets?

"Exchange?"

"Why did you end up with a leg wound? I am the reason for my illness. I think I still have the sand effect of my contract, and I have a fever."

With Sarasa and Reggie telling their side of the story, cowardly! I thought. If they say it first, if they don't say it this way, they'll do the deviation if they run away.

But soon, I panic.

"Does it hurt? What about the state of the injury? Let me see..."

"No, you can't?

Reggie grabs my stretched right hand. Still saying, "Mmmm!," he said, laughing at the dullness.

I hate Reggie again for doing all I can, but she can even afford to laugh.

"If you don't tell me what you're keeping from me, I won't let you touch me"

"Ugh..."

I got lost.

After getting lost, I twisted a gibberish answer out of my brain.

"Being compensated for an injury is... embarrassing"

"Because it's embarrassing? You're not talking about the corpsman, are you? Is that Kyne?

After getting lost, nod small.

"Hmm?"

"I saw Mr. Girsch and Mr. Gina later, but I think I left them a little too..."

Finally Reggie lets go of the hand she was grabbing.

Relaxed and asked Reggie.

"So, did you see Mr. Growl for the wound?

"Oh, there's no such thing as a wound."

Ask Reggie to nod.

"Can I touch it?

"It's a promise."

I laid one knee on the bunk and reached for Reggie's shoulder.

Gently touch your shoulders and back from the top of one shirt. As I slipped my fingers, Reggie closed her eyes for a few seconds, although she didn't look painful.

You seem to have a little fever.

I thought I could suppress it with my own magic from the outside because I also felt it was slightly magical.

Although it is not a problem to move something involving earth or soil, a person's body is still different on its own. It doesn't work, like it's inhibited by something.

Was it a miracle that blocked the wound then?

Still feeling activated, it looked like Reggie had pulled a little power out of her shoulder when she was able to make love to me and the magic close to her.

"I'm sorry...... because you sheltered me"

The only thing that hurt me that sounded like it was trying to help me.

Then Reggie laughs bitterly.

"It's my fault that I was content just to shelter, Chiara. But if you think it's still bad, let's just say no."

That's what I said, he's been hugging me right beside him.

I'm surprised, but Reggie strokes my head, and I lose my temper to resist.

I wonder what this sense of calm is.

Just somehow, I can tell Reggie will never do anything more. So as I stood still, Reggie laughed again.

"You sound kind of like a nostalgic dog, Chiara."

"It's awful to treat a dog, Reggie"

My ears and Reggie's neck stick together, so there's no way I can see his face, but I accidentally let him hold his mouth.

Then Reggie whispered, don't shake.

"I'm glad you're not running away."

When I heard the words, there was such a feeling that a pinch of sand was shed in the back of my mind.