Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

I ingested Fort Nazant just in case I had a base for it.

20,000 are supposed to be there. After fighting the Luainian army, if this one comes to a situation that we have to pull, we'll need a base that's easy to protect.

We also need a supply base, etc. This one will also fight in the army over 20,000, so the supply line is pretty much stretched as well. In attacking Shestina, we needed a place to be a staging ground.

While the supplies were brought in as soon as possible and the fortifications were ready to be used, Reggie and the others dispatched reconnaissance troops to the Marquis Castle of Shestina.

I heard later that I had thought about interfering from the other side and let a significant number of them leave so that there was no leak in picking up information.

Or that's what he told me.

In Reggie's room at the fort, sitting next to each other.

The main tower room occupied by Reggie had a simple yet beautifully polished tree table with three wooden benches that were likely to be seated. Of course I don't have a cushion or anything, but it's like that in a wartime fort.

I'm sitting there side by side with Reggie... my right hand, Reggie kept holding it.

"Reggie, you know, hands..."

"Not yet. Until I get used to it."

"Get used to it..."

Sometimes, they held hands. But for so long, I never kept being gripped...... shameful.

Anyway, here's Colin, the squire. He doesn't really care about this one... or he decides he didn't see it beautifully. I want to teach you a technique that you can't help changing that look. How can I serve tea, as if nothing happened?

"Um, embarrassing..."

When I lowly complain, I tangle my fingers, even though Reggie was just holding them normally.

My lower back floats to the tingling sensation of rubbing my skin. "I'm not letting you go," Reggie says just in case.

"Why are you being mean?"

In tears, with a sad look on Reggie's face, he said, "No?" They ask me.

... To be honest, I don't hate it, I don't hate it. Because I know you think you like it. But it's embarrassing in public.

Me, when will I get used to it?

I have a distant eye by accident.

As a matter of fact, since yesterday, when Reggie's hand was free, he's been doing the same thing repeatedly.

Anyway, even when I drink tea, you won't let go of me. I had no choice but to grab the cup with my left hand.

Although it is not a fancy vessel because it is under the sky of the journey, I think the white color is beautiful. This is a pottery cup that you, Colin, keep guarding for the prince.

When I ran out of the light red tea that was inside, a story finally popped in that my hand was about to be released.

When you opened the door to the sound of the knock, Mr. Growl, who came inside, reported to Reggie.

"Master Beatrice leads us, Evrard. Reinforcements from other sources will be arriving shortly."

"Soon there?

"About thirty minutes to the fort," he said.

Reggie nodded to the answer to the question.

"To pick you up, let's get to the gate. And Chiara."

Reggie, who encouraged me, finally let go of my hand, so I followed him with relief, too.

It's a fort that's not big enough, so you'll arrive as soon as you walk slowly to the side of the gate.

You were getting the news first, and Alan and Mr. Emeline, as well as General Jerome and Count Ennistel, were all there on the spot.

The gate is already open.

A lot of soldiers who can't get through the fort are camping outside the fort, but the road leading through the gate is cleared.

The figure of a single army proceeding there solemnly was so close that the figure of those in the lead was almost discernible. I guess Mr. Growl let me know so I wouldn't keep Reggie waiting too long.

Haven't seen you in months, I see Miss Beatrice nostalgic.

He ties his hair around his neck, wears the same Evrard knight clothes as Mr. Cain and the others, and rides. Reminding me of Evrard's castle and how he was running around the border like every day, I kind of felt like my chest was jammed.

I'm sure Alan would be happier.

When I looked to the side thinking so, I had a kind of hard look on my face. Oddly enough, I care about Reggie.

If you think that's strange, whisper to me that Reggie was next door whispering.

"Speaking of which, can I talk to Aunt Beatrice about you?

I'm going to grate when you say it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"I think I should tell you before they ask me about it because they wonder. Because my aunt is my closest relative at the moment."

... it was! Surviving, the closest relative to Reggie is Beatrice! Certainly not the person who says' I will introduce her '.

But when they say that, I get weirdly nervous.

I had no idea there was going to be such an event on this battlefield where I would say hello to my family in awe of visiting the home of someone I liked!

That, but.

"If I keep my mouth shut... I don't think so"

I'm just dating, so when I suggested something very backwards that I didn't have to tell you... Reggie smiled joyfully.

"I'll do the talking for now. For now, I just need you to keep your mouth shut. Never deny it. Okay?"

"Ugh, yes."

Apparently we don't have to talk about it.

But when they say that, I still twitch that I have to say something. I'm restless. But shouldn't I say anything more than tell you to shut up?

Talking about that, Master Beatrice finally dived the gate and came in front of Reggie.