Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

I was looking for Reggie, and I found Mr. Growl first.

Reggie says she's in the room, talking to Mr. Ernest. They're beating things up for the future.

So if I asked if Mr. Growl knew anything, I found out Reggie also had an idea about the soldier from Delphion.

Mr. Growl told me that he would tell me about my concerns, and he asked me to talk about Mr. Ernest's daughter, Mr. Emeline and the others.

I'm leaving it to the people who worked for this fort to take care of me because I'm just a woman, but they want me to see how it goes.

Especially when that Mr. Emeline said he wanted to talk to me.

Then I headed to the castle tower.

The atmosphere of the castle tower had changed a lot.

Until yesterday, I had the image of a place where I would spend my breath whispering, but today I had the feeling that I had come to a collective home because of some visitors and so on.

I don't think it's a very well impressed place to be locked up all the time, or to have an act of combat, albeit just for a moment, with the sorcerer creep.

So I also had a backward feeling about letting someone who was in captivity continue to stay here, but it was good that they didn't seem to care much more.

Visitors seem to be from a branch that was gathering at Mr. Ernest's or family.

Some were smiling at the joy of being reunited, and some were crying at those who carried the news that their families had already been lost.

Mr. Emeline was in the room on the top floor of the castle tower.

Mr. Lucille, who stuck to her and sat side by side on a sofa replacement sleeping table, noticed me first.

"Ah, Master Chiara!

Lucille, wearing the same green ribbon she saw one day on her black brown hair, looks at this one all the time and waves.

There's a wall in the room, but the door's still iron plaid and you can see it over there.

If I make it, it'll turn to stone, so the carpenter asks. Let's ask someone for this later, too.

"Please come in"

That's how Mr. Emeline stands up, pointing her face at this one.

She came all the way in front of me and said as I offered her my hand.

"I've already introduced myself once, but I'm Emeline Finard. Thank you for your hard work. Sometimes the end of the post-war period isn't over, and they told me I shouldn't walk around because I'm just a man, because I can't move here."

"No, because I wanted to talk to Mr. Emeline, too"

"Why?"

I smiled bitterly at her neck.

"Yesterday, the interaction between Luein soldiers and Mr. Emeline was interesting."

It was a brilliant threat complaint, even though he said he was a hostage.

Mr. Emeline, who was told it was funny, is blindfolded. Then Mr. Lucille, who came next door, laughed.

"You see, I told you this guy wouldn't even pull off about your sister, right?

"That was true, Lucille."

From this conversation, Mr. Emeline seems to have donned numerous people in words and deeds.

but go on to say strange things.

"But Mr. Chiara still wished she hadn't."

"I knew it was this way?

"Definitely."

If you can't see the story and you're twisting your head, Emeline will nod to you to sit down for now.

That's how I sat in a small chair like a writing desk, and Mr. Emeline and Mr. Lucille sat on the sleeping table across the street again.

That's how Mr. Emeline actually cut out for direct entry.

"Actually, I've met you before."

"Huh!?

Where'd you say you'd seen him before? I don't recognize you at all...

I guess what I thought was on my face as it was. Mr. Emeline laughs small.

"I can't help but remember. It didn't really involve me, and maybe I was in the same place for about three months."

"Same place?

"I went to church school for a year as your senior."

"Huh..."

Surprisingly, for a while, I don't know what to say.

But surely, then you would have known my face, and vice versa, I was convinced that I did not know Mr. Emeline.

"But how did you remember me?

"You, something you may not have noticed yourself, but you were an unusual person. Prayer time was graffiti in the open Bible, wasn't it? You just happen to find it."

"Wow..."

I accidentally moaned with my hands on both cheeks.

I was doing it. I thought it was a promise, and I was graffitiing on the edge of a textbook Bible. I mean, he kept the proper paper in the Bible, and he wrote a lot about it and played with it.... the time of worship was boring.

"I didn't know you could remember that..."

Look at me nagging, Mr. Emeline goes on a further chase.

"And I asked Lucille. He was bitten by a dirt rat? I thought you could, me."

Mr. Emeline says with pleasure, although he does not laugh.

Oh, Mr. Lucille, you talked about that, too.

I wanted you to shut up, but it's the rest of the festival. So I, too, decided to ask Mr Emeline what he wanted to hear.

"But Mr. Emeline, why are you breeding dirt mice?

The idea of keeping a warcraft, there's no way you're coming out of a normal courtier.

I wondered how the hell you could have seen such a thing and tried to do it.

"You didn't think she looked like a regular courtesan, did you?

Mr. Emeline kept asking me, and I nodded.

"Honestly, I was surprised. When I met you, I thought more and more."

'Cause Mr. Emeline looks like he's not going to do that.

It is amazing that Mr. Emeline, who is surprised to say that I am also a magician but does not possess special abilities, has done something odd.

Besides, warcraft breeding is bizarre to the level of beast breeding.

"That's what your sister is. Even when you were about to take me hostage, I was alarmed that the soldiers of Luain wouldn't do anything surprising to a little kid like me and your grown-up sister."

Mr. Lucille brags about his chest.

Then Mr. Emeline said, smiling.

"It's you."

"Yes?"

"Whether you tried to do something about the dirt rat or threaten your Luain soldier opponent, you're the cause of it all, if you say so"

Suddenly they told me it was my fault, and I turned my eyes round. What, did I do something?

Meanwhile, Mr. Emeline, who said so, suddenly shifted his gaze in embarrassment. He's so cute I don't think he's the one who threatened the Luein soldiers.

"I'm sure I remembered you because I thought you were an unusual person, but I wouldn't have remembered you so strongly if that was all. It's been awhile since I got home from church school... and I was influenced by your rumors."

"Rumors?"

"About marriage.... I was very surprised to hear rumors about people. I didn't want to get married, so I didn't think I could get away with it. That's when I realized that my heart wasn't as free as I thought it was. Though I didn't realize it because your father is giving you as much freedom as possible, and he will obey you. Neither I nor my surroundings… I thought I couldn't do more than a certain thing and I couldn't do it. Because he's noble."

That was still teasing about marriage.

Mr. Emeline had just had an engagement appointment.

branches within the same Delphion territory.

Mr. Ernest told me to take it because it's not a bad story, and Mr. Emeline thought that even someone who doesn't care somewhat about eating because marriage is up to his father, and he doesn't have a bad rumor about them.

So after doing what I said, I was trying to get something out of it... but I hope I didn't, he heard me run away from marriage and thought.

Honestly, if it wasn't my marriage, that person wasn't the one on the best terms. I would have thought I could find a better story.

It's just about me, so I was blind to think I should follow my fathers' decisions.

Ms Emeline wanted to choose a more effective path for herself and those she should protect.

That's why I declared to my father to leave it to him. This land, and hence Delphion, will have more effective marriages.

Mr Ernesto nodded to that opinion too......

But he was a fiancée candidate. You think he happened to have an eye for a captured dirt rat after he asked for a 'bizarre way to surpass Chiara Patriciere' when he said he couldn't give up?

With such a challenge, you think Mr. Emeline has come to want to face with all sorts of things?

But you declared you were going for more up there, or why did you run in that direction after listening to me...

If you were a regular courtesan, you wouldn't be able to say that. Is there at least someone else I can only bargain with my father?

I guess it's just because Mr. Emeline was originally bizarre.

Mr. Emeline like that says I'm weird after all.

"But you, you're more diagonal than I expected, aren't you? I didn't think you were fighting to be a magician."

I can't deny that opinion. Normally, anyone who becomes a magician who runs away from marriage will be.

"You wouldn't normally do it..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Emeline smiled joyfully.

"But isn't that where it's funny? You're probably not the one who won't fight."

I'm pompous.

I don't fight, because I didn't think they'd tell me it wasn't me.