Dietrich Beluga.
Sword Master and Knight Commander.
The man had blue hair and similar blue eyes, and was neat and tidy, as if he had been carved from ice.
“Come here, you.”
He stretched out his arm and held out his white-gloved hand to me.
I was half surprised that the new character knew me and half worried about Shish.
The situation was clear.
To this place where the sea wind blows fiercely, Shish brought a few private soldiers.
On the other hand, Dietrich was lying in wait, mobilizing a large number of men, as if he were waiting for this opportunity.
What is the purpose?
“Shish.”
I reached out to Shish, who was pretending to be calm. His pupils dilated for a moment, but then formed crescent moons.
And then he reached out his hand to me.
Out of the blue, Shish looked very happy.
“Wow!”
But as if he would not tolerate such nonsense, the prosecutor brought his sword closer and stopped him.
“Shish!”
The one who felt more attached to the mad prime minister, having met him earlier and spent more time with him, was I. After seeing his dark side head-on, I became even more worried.
“You, woman.”
Dietrich came up to me.
“Come this way.”
“What are you doing?”
I made an impression.
“I came to pick you up.”
Shish and Dietrich are not on good terms.
One of the few opponents who could interfere with Shish's work was Dietrich, who strongly disliked Shish's methods.
Shish considered Dietrich a thorn in his side.
Dietrich is not the type of person to snatch things from others or scheme like this.
It means that he is not the type of person to fight back head-on.
The purpose was to catch me.
This made it half-assed that Dietrich knew I was an author and not a common woman.
“Come next to me.”
Dietrich still held out his hand to me.
I had no choice but to ask.
“Are you going to kill Shish?”
My first thought was that I didn't want Shish to die. As relief set in, I worried that the story's balance would be disrupted.
“Unfortunately, the Empire needs him, so I won’t kill him.”
Contempt flashed through Dietrich's blue eyes as he stared at Shish.
“This way.”
Dietrich urged me as he took a step closer, and I couldn't take my eyes off Shish as I approached the Knight Commander.
Shish had an expression that looked like he was about to cry, which made my heart feel even stranger.
“Shish.”
I ended up running back to him.
“Master.”
“Eat well and sleep well. Yes?”
Despite the iron bar pressed against my neck, Shish reached out and pulled the back of my head. A soft sensation touched my lips, then lifted them.
“Yes, don’t worry.”
It seemed as if Shish was smiling, but then his face immediately distorted.
Dietrich came up to me and wiped my lips with his thumb.
And the Knight Commander took off his cloak and wrapped it around me. I was already wearing one.
It was night, and the sea breeze was cold, so I didn't hesitate.
Dietrich, standing next to me, spoke to Shish, who was glaring at him in a blunt tone.
“You were unexpectedly sloppy, Prime Minister.”
“You’re the one who first realized that you know how to use your head?”
Shish openly sneered, seemingly unfazed by the sword dangling around his neck.
“Someone made me do it.”
Shit, you're smart. Dietrich isn't stupid.
Of course, I was too small to say this out loud.
“This is the only place this woman can come, isn’t it?”
There was something in Dietrich's words that could not be overlooked.
This guy knew I was coming here?
"I guess I misjudged the timing, but we didn't meet here. As expected, Prime Minister, you were the one who stole it."
"Well?"
Shish smiled broadly, as if he had no intention of telling the truth.
I have a number to tell you, Shish. I caught you lying to me.
You're not the only one who knows my identity!
"Well, you don't have to tell me. I think I can use my brain to this extent."
Dietrich paused for a moment and glanced at me.
“According to the Prime Minister, it was worth being stupid.”
“Dietrich Beluga...!”
What did you read in Dietrich's eyes?
Shish showed unusually strong emotions, and those around him turned their swords on him.
Before I could even admire the precise movements, the blade of the sword glowed white.
Aren't you going to stab me like that?
As I took a step forward, Dietrich's white-gloved hand cautiously caught mine. And then he stepped forward instead.
“Shish Milan.”
Dietrich's profile, bathed in moonlight, shone sharply.
“If it were you, you would have whispered all kinds of sweet words to get this guy on your side.”
Well, I can't deny it.
But Shish wasn't happy from the beginning.
“Well, now that effort is useless.”
Dietrich was blatantly sarcastic.
“But it’s unpleasant.”
Dietrich's voice, which had been emotionless throughout, became filled with emotion.
“I lost my player to a filthy thing like you.”
I knew Dietrich hated Shish to a degree, but it felt strange to witness it firsthand.
The personality of Shish that Dietrich disliked was created because of me.
I feel sorry for Shish.
“Let's go.”
“Do I have a choice?”
So I said something that might have stung Dietrich. His eyes, like the deep sea, stared at me silently.
“No, I was just saying.”
I averted my gaze, feeling like I'd taken my anger out on Dietrich. Without saying a word, he reached out to me again.
I hesitated and placed my hand on it.
“Shish.”
When I looked at Shish, he smiled brightly.
“I’ll pick you up soon.”
It seemed as though Shish wasn't worried about my life.
That means Dietrich wouldn't be playing with my life. In that case, I was the one who was easier to deal with.
The tall knight commander sat me on his horse.
I found it odd that Dietrich was hugging me so casually, but rather than pointing it out, I greeted the black horse I was sitting on.
“Hello, Liru.”
I don't know when the original story is set, but she's a five-year-old girl.
“As expected, you know a lot.”
Dietrich whispered, as if he had heard me muttering. I wasn't scared.
“We’ll be leaving soon.”
“Yes. But are those people privates or members of the Imperial Knights?”
“It's the former.”
"I see."
I thought it might be the Knights of the Imperial Palace, since they were people who couldn't live without Dietrich.
“Are you going to use the palace staff to pick you up? Think about it.”
First of all, is my existence top secret?
Then, I guess not everyone in this world knows my identity.
In the first place, most people wouldn't believe that they were living in a novel.
These men who believe I am an author may be considered a special case.
...As expected, there are some extraordinary, crazy guys.
So, we set off, and the scene changed quickly.
I thought riding a horse might allow me to see outside, but it wasn't much different from riding in a carriage with curtains covering it.
When we arrived at the magnificent mansion shrouded in darkness, Dietrich took me in his arms and brought me down.
“Go up.”
He took my hand and led me to the second floor, where Dietrich's study and bedroom were.
...is this deja vu?
Maybe because I set it up roughly, this place wasn't much different from Shish's mansion. The door here is blue, black.
I asked just in case.
“Dietrich, isn’t this your bedroom?”
Dietrich remained silent as I looked around the neatly organized room. A chill ran down my spine from the ominousness.
“Dietrich?”
When I called out to him to urge him on, the Knight Commander answered with a blank expression on his face.
“This is my room.”
Dietrich's most striking characteristic is that he doesn't like women. Perhaps it's closer to a dislike of them?
Although he is popular with the opposite sex, he is known as a rare animal because he avoids the presence of women and does not attend parties.
It was strange that such a man was escorting me so casually. Because Dietrich only ever had physical contact with the female protagonist.
I wondered if it was an author's ability I didn't know about, like Shish sleeping soundly next to me.
But in the same room? Isn't that too much?
"If you need to shower, the bathroom is over there. Everything you need is on the bed."
As expected, Dietrich doesn't even ask if it's okay.
“But, are you and I really sharing a room?”
"Yes."
Short answer.
There was no tension as the opponent was the opponent.
Probably because Dietrich is the kind of person who wouldn't even flinch if I danced naked right in front of him.
“What, what, what are you doing!”
...I guess that’s not it.
As I was about to take off the bathrobe I had worn and change into pajamas, Dietrich, who was in the room, was startled.
“Oh, sorry.”
Seeing a woman's body must be terrifying to him.
I was not considerate enough.
Dietrich turned around with a distorted face and changed his clothes in the meantime.
“I’m all changed.”
I roughly untangled my hair with a towel. Come to think of it, it had been quite some time since I'd dried my hair with my own hands.
Even though Shish was a dangerous person, he took good care of me in every way.
"You."
"Huh?"
Dietrich was looking at me with a displeased expression. Following his gaze, I found myself looking at my chest.
The pajamas were made of a slightly see-through material, but the bedroom was bright, so my skin was visible.
"Why?"
“What does that look like?”
He laughed as if he found it ridiculous.
“It’s pathetic.”
You're the one who gave me these pajamas?
And I'm doing this because it's you. Aren't you the purest man in the world? The only one who wouldn't harbor any selfish feelings for seeing a naked woman!
I pretended not to hear, but Dietrich brought me a nightgown from somewhere.
“Put it on. It won’t be seen.”
It's just you and me here, so who's looking at what...
“Aren’t you going to wash?”
“...I’m going to go wash up.”
Dietrich looked at me with a strange look and headed towards the bathroom.
Sword Master and Knight Commander.
The man had blue hair and similar blue eyes, and was neat and tidy, as if he had been carved from ice.
“Come here, you.”
He stretched out his arm and held out his white-gloved hand to me.
I was half surprised that the new character knew me and half worried about Shish.
The situation was clear.
To this place where the sea wind blows fiercely, Shish brought a few private soldiers.
On the other hand, Dietrich was lying in wait, mobilizing a large number of men, as if he were waiting for this opportunity.
What is the purpose?
“Shish.”
I reached out to Shish, who was pretending to be calm. His pupils dilated for a moment, but then formed crescent moons.
And then he reached out his hand to me.
Out of the blue, Shish looked very happy.
“Wow!”
But as if he would not tolerate such nonsense, the prosecutor brought his sword closer and stopped him.
“Shish!”
The one who felt more attached to the mad prime minister, having met him earlier and spent more time with him, was I. After seeing his dark side head-on, I became even more worried.
“You, woman.”
Dietrich came up to me.
“Come this way.”
“What are you doing?”
I made an impression.
“I came to pick you up.”
Shish and Dietrich are not on good terms.
One of the few opponents who could interfere with Shish's work was Dietrich, who strongly disliked Shish's methods.
Shish considered Dietrich a thorn in his side.
Dietrich is not the type of person to snatch things from others or scheme like this.
It means that he is not the type of person to fight back head-on.
The purpose was to catch me.
This made it half-assed that Dietrich knew I was an author and not a common woman.
“Come next to me.”
Dietrich still held out his hand to me.
I had no choice but to ask.
“Are you going to kill Shish?”
My first thought was that I didn't want Shish to die. As relief set in, I worried that the story's balance would be disrupted.
“Unfortunately, the Empire needs him, so I won’t kill him.”
Contempt flashed through Dietrich's blue eyes as he stared at Shish.
“This way.”
Dietrich urged me as he took a step closer, and I couldn't take my eyes off Shish as I approached the Knight Commander.
Shish had an expression that looked like he was about to cry, which made my heart feel even stranger.
“Shish.”
I ended up running back to him.
“Master.”
“Eat well and sleep well. Yes?”
Despite the iron bar pressed against my neck, Shish reached out and pulled the back of my head. A soft sensation touched my lips, then lifted them.
“Yes, don’t worry.”
It seemed as if Shish was smiling, but then his face immediately distorted.
Dietrich came up to me and wiped my lips with his thumb.
And the Knight Commander took off his cloak and wrapped it around me. I was already wearing one.
It was night, and the sea breeze was cold, so I didn't hesitate.
Dietrich, standing next to me, spoke to Shish, who was glaring at him in a blunt tone.
“You were unexpectedly sloppy, Prime Minister.”
“You’re the one who first realized that you know how to use your head?”
Shish openly sneered, seemingly unfazed by the sword dangling around his neck.
“Someone made me do it.”
“It's not like you can just do it out, is it?”
Of course, I was too small to say this out loud.
“This is the only place this woman can come, isn’t it?”
There was something in Dietrich's words that could not be overlooked.
This guy knew I was coming here?
"I guess I misjudged the timing, but we didn't meet here. As expected, Prime Minister, you were the one who stole it."
"Well?"
Shish smiled broadly, as if he had no intention of telling the truth.
I have a number to tell you, Shish. I caught you lying to me.
You're not the only one who knows my identity!
"Well, you don't have to tell me. I think I can use my brain to this extent."
Dietrich paused for a moment and glanced at me.
“According to the Prime Minister, it was worth being stupid.”
“Dietrich Beluga...!”
What did you read in Dietrich's eyes?
Shish showed unusually strong emotions, and those around him turned their swords on him.
Before I could even admire the precise movements, the blade of the sword glowed white.
Aren't you going to stab me like that?
As I took a step forward, Dietrich's white-gloved hand cautiously caught mine. And then he stepped forward instead.
“Shish Milan.”
Dietrich's profile, bathed in moonlight, shone sharply.
“If it were you, you would have whispered all kinds of sweet words to get this guy on your side.”
Well, I can't deny it.
But Shish wasn't happy from the beginning.
“Well, now that effort is useless.”
Dietrich was blatantly sarcastic.
“But it’s unpleasant.”
Dietrich's voice, which had been emotionless throughout, became filled with emotion.
“I lost my player to a filthy thing like you.”
I knew Dietrich hated Shish to a degree, but it felt strange to witness it firsthand.
The personality of Shish that Dietrich disliked was created because of me.
I feel sorry for Shish.
“Let's go.”
“Do I have a choice?”
So I said something that might have stung Dietrich. His eyes, like the deep sea, stared at me silently.
“No, I was just saying.”
I averted my gaze, feeling like I'd taken my anger out on Dietrich. Without saying a word, he reached out to me again.
I hesitated and placed my hand on it.
“Shish.”
When I looked at Shish, he smiled brightly.
“I’ll pick you up soon.”
It seemed as though Shish wasn't worried about my life.
That means Dietrich wouldn't be playing with my life. In that case, I was the one who was easier to deal with.
The tall knight commander sat me on his horse.
I found it odd that Dietrich was hugging me so casually, but rather than pointing it out, I greeted the black horse I was sitting on.
“Hello, Liru.”
I don't know when the original story is set, but she's a five-year-old girl.
“As expected, you know a lot.”
Dietrich whispered, as if he had heard me muttering. I wasn't scared.
“We’ll be leaving soon.”
“Yes. But are those people privates or members of the Imperial Knights?”
“It's the former.”
"I see."
I thought it might be the Knights of the Imperial Palace, since they were people who couldn't live without Dietrich.
“Are you going to use the palace staff to pick you up? Think about it.”
First of all, is my existence top secret?
Then, I guess not everyone in this world knows my identity.
In the first place, most people wouldn't believe that they were living in a novel.
These men who believe I am an author may be considered a special case.
...As expected, there are some extraordinary, crazy guys.
So, we set off, and the scene changed quickly.
I thought riding a horse might allow me to see outside, but it wasn't much different from riding in a carriage with curtains covering it.
When we arrived at the magnificent mansion shrouded in darkness, Dietrich took me in his arms and brought me down.
“Go up.”
He took my hand and led me to the second floor, where Dietrich's study and bedroom were.
...is this deja vu?
Maybe because I set it up roughly, this place wasn't much different from Shish's mansion. The door here is blue, black.
I asked just in case.
“Dietrich, isn’t this your bedroom?”
Dietrich remained silent as I looked around the neatly organized room. A chill ran down my spine from the ominousness.
“Dietrich?”
When I called out to him to urge him on, the Knight Commander answered with a blank expression on his face.
“This is my room.”
Dietrich's most striking characteristic is that he doesn't like women. Perhaps it's closer to a dislike of them?
Although he is popular with the opposite sex, he is known as a rare animal because he avoids the presence of women and does not attend parties.
It was strange that such a man was escorting me so casually. Because Dietrich only ever had physical contact with the female protagonist.
I wondered if it was an author's ability I didn't know about, like Shish sleeping soundly next to me.
But in the same room? Isn't that too much?
"If you need to shower, the bathroom is over there. Everything you need is on the bed."
As expected, Dietrich doesn't even ask if it's okay.
“But, are you and I really sharing a room?”
"Yes."
Short answer.
There was no tension as the opponent was the opponent.
Probably because Dietrich is the kind of person who wouldn't even flinch if I danced naked right in front of him.
“What, what, what are you doing!”
...I guess that’s not it.
As I was about to take off the bathrobe I had worn and change into pajamas, Dietrich, who was in the room, was startled.
“Oh, sorry.”
Seeing a woman's body must be terrifying to him.
I was not considerate enough.
Dietrich turned around with a distorted face and changed his clothes in the meantime.
“I’m all changed.”
I roughly untangled my hair with a towel. Come to think of it, it had been quite some time since I'd dried my hair with my own hands.
Even though Shish was a dangerous person, he took good care of me in every way.
"You."
"Huh?"
Dietrich was looking at me with a displeased expression. Following his gaze, I found myself looking at my chest.
The pajamas were made of a slightly see-through material, but the bedroom was bright, so my skin was visible.
"Why?"
“What does that look like?”
He laughed as if he found it ridiculous.
“It’s pathetic.”
You're the one who gave me these pajamas?
And I'm doing this because it's you. Aren't you the purest man in the world? The only one who wouldn't harbor any selfish feelings for seeing a naked woman!
I pretended not to hear, but Dietrich brought me a nightgown from somewhere.
“Put it on. It won’t be seen.”
It's just you and me here, so who's looking at what...
“Aren’t you going to wash?”
“...I’m going to go wash up.”
Dietrich looked at me with a strange look and headed towards the bathroom.
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