Chapter 72
Four for the lady.
Entrance hall of a separate residence of the Marquis Rosenberg family. Lady Sophia, who was waiting for me when she got home, told me that she wanted to talk to me the most.
If it must have been yesterday, I would have lowered the other servants in a gesture.
“Sophia, this is the sight that the lady saw yesterday -”
“No, it’s not about that”
Suddenly unexpected. Then I wonder which case it is but I don’t know.
Looks like you should listen to the lady first.
“Yesterday, Brother Ernest told me something.”
“… Yesterday, is it? Hello, Sophia. Is there a lady here?
“Yes, because I wanted to talk to Cyril about it.”
“It was… I’m sorry”
It is inevitable that I will return to the Mansion. Yet just to talk to you, taking a trip to the student council room where I would be was supposed to have been an appropriate hurry or serious consultation.
And then I found her, and she said I looked like I was flirting with Alicia.
Sophia, there’s no need for the lady to get upset.
“So what did Ernest Boy tell you?
“It’s…”
Sophia, the lady says somehow.
“What’s up? You were looking for me to talk to you about that, weren’t you?
“Yeah, that’s right. But… I was going to tell you everything yesterday, but when I think about it calmly, it’s not going to be for Cyril to tell me everything,”
“For me, is it?
Encourage me to continue with what you mean, Sophia, but the lady’s mouth is heavy. Apparently, after a whole day, I’ve given myself some answers.
“There’s only one thing I wanted to ask Cyril. Cyril promised you’d be on my side. Don’t you have any regrets for that promise?
Sophia, the lady asked with a face that looked serious, but there is no such thing as that.
– Yes. Now it was a question that never happened to me.
“There can’t be any regrets.”
“That promise could take Cyril’s happiness away, right?
“My happiness is to walk with Lady Sophia”
“… Together”
Sophia, the lady looked lightly into her eyes. And at the next moment, those amethyst eyes increased their radiance, and their tense cheeks gently loosened.
“Really? If Cyril thinks so, I’m not lost.”
“… has the problem been solved?
“Yes, it’s all right now”
I don’t think the current interaction will solve the problem. So, Sophia, I’m sure the lady decided to just interact now and be prepared to solve it herself.
On the other hand, I would like you to rely a little more on me, and I have myself to be happy with my daughter’s growth.
It’s a complicated mood, but there’s only one thing I know. That is to say that it is disqualified as a deacon to ask about overprotection here and help with anything.
I should move on me, Sophia, find out what the lady is facing and root for her so she can really help when she’s in trouble.
Of course, to tell the truth, I’m curious.
“Okay. Sophia, if your lady has been decided, we will not speak out. However, if you ever have a problem, you can always count on me, right?
“Of course it is. I’m sure Cyril will help.”
I have an adorable grin.
Sophia, a lady rocked her platinum blonde hair and knocked her little neck off.
“I’ll get back to it… what were you doing yesterday?
“- Gu.”
I let him swallow it after he made me think it was over.
“Oh, that’s just a medical practice.”
“… medical practice? Is Mr. Alicia ill in any way?
Tilting Sophia, leaning her neck, blues the lady forward. I accidentally mistaken it for the Fol thing because of the overly similar developments that continued.
“Yes, no, now, with that mistake…”
“Heh… I want you to tell me more about who you went wrong with around there”
Ba, they’re finding out…… eh.
“Yes, no, it’s not. As a matter of fact, I did the same thing with Senior Fol, and you’re really a medical practitioner, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“… I mean, Alicia was not a medical practice, she was annoyed…?
Guh. Shit, I’m digging more and more graves.
Or Sophia, the lady’s eyes are dyed red and magic is leaking out of her whole body. Maybe it’s because I’ve been stifling my anger since yesterday.
“Please calm down, Miss Sophia. Alicia seems to have assumed that I saved Senior Foll, and nothing is offensive just because I was telling her that thanks.”
Sophia, hold both arms of the lady and forcefully suck that magic away. Usually, Sophia lady returns to me after a magical outburst… but things are different today than usual.
Even if you lower the amount of magic in your body, Lady Sophia keeps staring at me the whole time. I still wondered if he was angry, and his eyes reflected the light.
“… Cyril is Ijwal”
“I’m Ijwal, is that it?
I don’t know, Sophia, but the lady curls at me in a stubborn tone.
“Dancing with Alicia, dancing with Senior Fol, holding Pamela as a princess, dating Isabella, even though Cyril is my exclusive butler…”
“Uh… sorry”
Regardless of the details, it’s largely true.
What’s the hard part of not being able to say it’s a misunderstanding, but a dedicated butler is not his job to dance, hold a princess, or date.
Of course, not so brave as to point that out.
“I’m always best about Lady Sophia. Even today, as much as I’ve always regretted in class that I misled Miss Sophia.”
“… really, is it?
“Yeah, I’m not lying like this. So don’t cry.”
Gently wipe the tears in the lady’s eyes with her fingertips. She closed her eyes ticklingly, but opened her eyes and stepped back like she had been bounced.
What, what’s up? Sophia, what’s the lady looking at… behind me? No way. What got into my eye when I looked back was what Ernest Boy looked like.
“Cyril…… what are you doing there?
I looked up to heaven again or again.
I’m not in a bad mood these days.
Misunderstood by His Royal Highness Lancelot and Alicia where Fol is, misunderstood by Lady Sophia where Alicia is, misunderstood by Ernesto where she is with Lady Sophia.
There should be no reason for me to want to mourn how misguided the hell I should be.
And every time I’ve argued that it’s a misunderstanding… it was all bad between us this time. I, the servant, have been witnessed at the scene making the lady, the Lord, cry.
As a result…
“- The battle is better won by putting a sword on the other body first.”
In the middle of the courtyard, I’m supposed to be relative to Ernest Boy. Of course, I complained that it was a misunderstanding, but he didn’t have the ear to listen.
“Come on, take the sword”
Grab the thrown sword in the air, turn the kurli and gaze at the pattern. I had an idea of the demonic stones filled in the pattern and the magic formations engraved in conjunction.
“… is this a sword that doesn’t kill”
The appearance and weight are specifications that are not serious, but the ability to not harm the target is granted. Quick story, a convenient item that allows you to duel each other without hurting each other.
It was a convenient magic guide in the original game – was it real?
“It’s quick to talk if you know. If you still don’t have the courage to fight, you don’t deserve the night to protect Sophia. Now step out of the Dedicated Butler position.”
“You can’t back off if you say so.”
What a good reason. If you’re asking me to prove and show you that I’m Lady Sophia’s dedicated butler by fighting, I’ll just prove it.
Activate the Magic Instruments against each other, set up swords and quietly relate. By the way, Lady Sophia, who in a way triggered it, “Good luck, Cyril,” shines her eyes.
Apparently, the situation where I fight for myself touched the harp line.
I’m glad you’re here to support me, but I need you to stop stirring me up any more because Ernest boy’s temples are floating blue.
“Sophia, it’s Sophia. Isn’t this the place to support me, my brother?
“Of course, your brother is here for you. If your brother loses soon, you’ll only see a little bit of Cyril’s activity.”
… terrible.
Ernest boy clenched his fist around his chest to Lady Sophia’s merciless support.
“Sophia…… are you mad at me?
“Oh, isn’t it your brother’s fault?
Tilt her neck tightly, Sophia. The lady smiles – but her eyes aren’t laughing at all. It’s a reaction when you’re definitely angry.
The reason for this is predictable… but let’s not point it out because it just oils the fire.
“… cum. Cyril, you got Sophia on your side, about, or are you going to win!?”
“No, that never happens”
Instead, I don’t just point out that Ernest Boy is going to lose.
I mean, Ernest Boy is the target of the eve festival attack, what is it? He’s capable, he’s tall, and then he has a high facial deviation.
But there’s plenty of ciscon so far. I’d rather be an interesting character, but was he such a target of offense that the players were satisfied with the fulfillment?
… Oh, no, you’re not.
In the original Sophia lady was a bracon, Ernest boy should have been normal. If so, the majority of the affections that are now directed at Lady Sophia should have been directed at heroin.
A jealous offensive subject who is highly capable, a beautiful man, yet drowns heroines.
Thinking about it, there’s really going to be demand.
“Guru. How long will we have room for that? Let me show you the difference in strength. – Let’s go!
They go out of their way to tell us when to start the attack. You may be overflowing with chivalry spirit, but you don’t need that kind of beauty to protect someone.
– It was my treat to think of it as something like that.
Give the sword to the side almost unconsciously.
In a moment, Ernest Boy’s sword was slapped against his body. Besides, that blow doesn’t stop, it’s coming to my neck.
– I can’t kill the momentum!
While sharpening momentum with his sword, he deflected his torso. That blow, which approached me as I slipped, swung through my forehead to plunder.
It combines speed and strength that you can’t imagine from its body.
But for Ernest Boy in a sword-swaving position to move on to the next attack, a flash of rug occurs. By contrast, I am disoriented, but the sword is on hand.
Regardless of the power, this one is faster to unleash the next blow.
Switching the offense here determines the battle – even though I judged it so, I jumped backwards without killing the momentum I claimed.
Ernest boy’s sword tears apart the space where I stood to the brink. Surprised by that fact, I took a distance to the rear with my hands on the ground under Baku’s instructions.
I put my sword back on alert for pursuit, and I wrapped my tongue around Ernest Boy’s attack.
– Fast.
Ernest boy is moving at a rate that far exceeds this assumption.
Because of the quality of the muscles, there are indeed human beings who exert speed and power that cannot be imagined from their appearance. However, Ernest Boy’s physical abilities are still unusual considering that.
Of course, if the sword was a light sword, the story would be different, but I don’t think he would do such a small job.
Because…
“What if you are strengthening your physical abilities with magic?
“… Hmm? Do you know the Lost Magic just reproduced in the Flamefield Empire? That’s right, there’s just something about the Empress that interests me.”
I think I’ve said something extra.
But Lost Magic just reproduced in neighboring countries, huh?
Is it a coincidence that magic, which does not exist in the original, was reproduced in the neighbouring countries at this time, or is it again the result of my actions affecting…
Either way, I don’t seem to have time to think about it.
Ernest boy packs the distance again. Immediately after that recognition, the cutting edge of his sword is imminent. I beat it off the brink.
Really fast.
No, should I be smart?
There have been several simulated battles with opponents of the same generation, but they had a more discerning preliminary motion. I feel faster than others because he doesn’t have it. That’s nothing more than saying that Ernest Boy has one head out in his generation.
“I didn’t know Ernest Boy was wearing this kind of sword technique.”
He met his sword and uttered a word of admiration as he approached him. Ernest Boy, by contrast, responds with a face like he chewed up a bitter bug.
“That’s this line. I heard you were Sophia’s escort, but I didn’t think you could stop a magically accelerated blow at first sight.”
“… because there is no next for the escort”
It was the first attack I saw, so I couldn’t prevent it – then I can’t protect Lady Sophia. “You’re really Sophia’s Night, too,” he murmured.
“Ernest boy?
“Let me ask you one thing. You are often a butler, and you are not always on Sofia’s side. How are you going to protect Sophia with that?
A lot of talk is flying.
But that’s why I’m sure this is what Ernest Boy wanted to hear. I’m asking you this question, didn’t you try to fight for the sake of pretending to be fierce?
I don’t know why you ask such a question – but the answer to that is so determined.
“And I’m not just a butler, I’m not on the lady’s side constantly.”
In fact, I couldn’t argue with Count Earle when he told me to turn my identity over to his son, and when his lady was summoned by His Majesty the King, he was ordered to wait in a separate room.
From now on, the same situation will come.
“But the butler has a butler’s fashion. I will use that method to protect Lady Sophia.”
“Whoever the other person is,?
“I won’t let you hurt Lady Sophia, even if the gods are against you”
As he pressed, he looked straight at Ernest Boy. At that next moment, Ernest boy slowly pulled back and drew his sword.
That way, I sheath my sword just because the battle is over.
“Let me prove that word. If that’s what you’re capable of, then we’ll consider acknowledging your relationship with Sophia… and acknowledging it.”
You admit it or not. Be clear. I mean, if you just acknowledge the relationship between the Lord and the Deacon, why do you get all that far?
Could this be about the relationship between the Lord and the Deacon?
Speaking of which, the attack on the eve of the festival was basically key to being recognized by the villain warrant lady. On Ernest Boy’s route, for example, it is held back by being recognized by Lady Sophia.
Thinking about it, this became heroin poison for me. – Hmm? Wouldn’t I be attacking Lady Sophia like this?
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