Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Colin, the samurai, is back.

With a pot of tea and other basins on it, he somehow brought in Mr. Emeline.

"I have called and asked, Your Highness."

In the words of Mr. Emeline, whom I thank, I can tell that it was Reggie who called.

"I'm sorry you got here. You should hang up, too."

I beg your pardon.

Mr. Emeline sits next to me on my left, shaped to be relative to Reggie for both of us.

There, Colin, the samurai, leaves the cup where you made the tea.

I was in a hurry at Fort Cronfard, Colin. It was you, but sometimes it was the second day I came to this fort, and I guess I got used to dealing with it in all sorts of places during my previous swings, it seemed calm.

When I drank it, it tasted like a fancy tea leaf to mouth during the battle posture. It tastes like tea with little bitterness and little tannin, where you can enjoy some sweet aroma.

"This tea leaf is from Mr. Ernest."

In Reggie's words, I remembered that, speaking of which, Mr. Ernest was also here. Without calling him, I wonder why he called only his daughter, Mr. Emeline.

"I'm sorry to him for bringing it all the way to the plug, but I did every favor in the morning. I've just met Lord Emeline again to talk about it."

Reggie turns her gaze from the cup to me.

"Next time there's a fight, I want you to take Miss Emeline with you, Chiara"

"Huh..."

Why take Mr. Emeline? Worries all at once arise about what she would do if she got hurt, whether Mr. Ernest cried or not.

Then I realized.

"Are you saying you're a sponsor?

If I had Mr. Emeline, wouldn't it be a placement you thought I wouldn't be impotent?

Then Mr. Emeline accompanied him.

"At first, I refused. I'm sure I can't stop you. For once, when the power to pull the bow diminished, you would regret it when the time came to reward the arrow, so you continued to exercise muscle strength."

Anyway, Mr. Emeline is the kind of person who says it's Chiara who fights. Honestly, I wouldn't be as a stopper.

The fact that he was secretly muscled would definitely mean he was willing to storm.

But Reggie says it's okay.

"That's okay. So. I don't want to deprive Chiara of her freedom. I just thought if other women were with me, I wouldn't be able to be more and more impotent. I thought once you had that experience, you wouldn't be able to break into the enemy line by yourself."

"Well, sure..."

If you think the damage will fly to Mr. Emeline as well, you will certainly weigh yourself down. Enough to wait for troops to follow me in case, I might.

Anyway, even if Mr. Emeline had been burning me, I imagined Mr. Ernest would be in tears, and I'm sure he would stop.

"I don't have a problem with some mix-up, do I?

Reggie laughs bitterly at Mr. Emeline for saying noisy things.

"I know you'll be a fighter with a bow. Mr. Ernest doesn't seem to be worried there either.... For now, just once, I want you to take her with you. That's how I treat you this time. You acted alone without contacting me. [M] Can you understand that the behavior during the operation is that you want to have it beaten up in advance?

When they say that, I just have to nod, too.

They're just telling me to go in and let them know.

"I know you're pretty stubborn. I want you to worry about me."

"But I'm not alone. Mr. Cain will be here."

"I know Wentworth is here. But I want to do something for you, too. Don't you like that either? Are you in the way of caring about the person you're protecting?

"I never thought to interrupt or anything. But I just want to protect everyone..."

"Then you'll allow me to wish the same thing, won't you? Me, too, because you're important."

"Ugh..."

I can't seem to get Reggie to change her mind any way.

I was feeling like I was punching a thick iron wall, but I round my eyes to the words of Mr. Emeline, who was shrugged and murmured.

"I wonder what. It feels like heartburn..."

Looking back at Mr. Emeline, she had quietly put her mouth on the tea without changing her expression either.

"What, cum, cum!?

Unlike me, which would rather embarrass me, Reggie's expression remains the same.

"Love takes many forms, Miss Emeline. I think even family love is going to burn my heart out. Wouldn't your father be inclined to do that too?

"... you're being rough, Your Highness"

To Mr Emeline's frank opinion, I screamed in my heart.

Why is Mr. Emeline trying to kill me when he looks like a sweet father?

"Wow, wow, wow, isn't that what Mr. Emeline would say, and Mr. Ernest would worry more about that?

"Because we're the ones who worry about my father."

"Ooh......"

The position already seemed to have been reversed. Why would I stroke Reggie's head when I couldn't say anything anymore?

"If you're as smart as you are, I'd like you to guess why you're heartburning."

"... you're absolutely right. Excuse me, Your Highness."

I black-and-white my eyes, sandwiched by Emeline, who gives a quick thank you, and Reggie, who smiles contentedly.

I don't know what the conversation means right now...... but when I say tell me, I feel like I'm going to be rejected by both of you.

"Sometimes I want Baron Delphion to see that the hostages have been freed. Otherwise, I thought I'd leave it to Gina and the others. Ice foxes seem more effective on the ground than on giants. When I think about the magician scum, I want to be dispersed with you."

"Well, the foxes wandered around all the time, wow. Keep him as his daughter, my disciple."

A master, who was listening in silence, wants to keep the Lunars away, but gives an opinion in favour of Reggie's proposal.

When I heard that, Mr. Emeline uncommonly opened his eyes.

"Mr. Chiara, that strange doll... didn't you talk now?

"Oh, my master talks. Inside that doll was the soul of my master of magic."

"A man's... soul?

"That's what happens"

The audacious Mr. Emeline must have been just as surprised by this strange phenomenon. Wordless and solidified with no expression.

I thought Isaac told you earlier that you were weird.

But Reggie never looked at her master and shouted, I recall.

"Reggie, if you think about it, you've never been surprised by your master, have you?

"No, I was somewhat surprised. I think he just seemed flat because he was finishing his first meeting while you were asleep.... Oh, rather I can't stop laughing?

As I recall, Reggie laughs, fu.

"You're a strange man, after all."

As for the master, I could not argue. They just don't say it's bad taste. It's better.