Did you find a fairy?
Or maybe I was hallucinating because I worked too much overtime. I have no idea what's going on, so I don't know how to react.
“Huh? Huh?! Huh? Nice to meet you, too.”
I was also raising my voice and saying something along the lines of him, when suddenly a loud noise was heard.
Although it was hard to hear, I could hear the aide's groans and the faint sound of conversation on the other end of the receiver.
'What, what is it?'
Yvonne?
While I was wondering, a low, bass-like sound that made my heart flutter just by hearing it suddenly rang out.
“Oh, yes. Rudd, it’s me.”
In the midst of this chaotic situation, his pleasant voice instantly reaches my eardrums and my heart, making it beat faster.
I remembered the kiss I had with him and the warmth I felt in his arms.
I felt my hands and feet go numb at the same time, and I twisted the hair that flowed down my shoulders with my fingers.
'Why am I like this?'
I contacted him first, but I had no idea what to say to him.
In the midst of my confusion, as if my mind had been completely blank, I heard his voice, which seemed to be mixed with a hint of discontent.
"Yvonne. Why did you call so late? I waited."
“Huh? Am I late?”
"Yes. Yvonne is diligent, but you're too laid-back when it comes to me."
“Huh? I'm relaxed...”
I grumbled in disbelief at his absurd complaints, but the corners of my mouth went up.
I look at my reflection in the desk mirror and see myself smirking. I can't bear to look at it.
Fortunately, I can contact him through the magic communication port now... I should at least practice controlling my facial expressions in advance.
'But what should I do? It's too good!'
"As Yvonne said, the servants sent from the Palace of Peace came in the morning."
“Oh! Is that so? They went to the Argenthoz mansion, too.”
"Yes. It passed without incident."
“Here too.”
I nodded quickly in response, but somehow I was certain that he was smiling broadly on the other end of the phone.
Soft, ticklish feeling.
What is this? It's so good, it feels like I'm lying on cotton candy.
It's unfamiliar, but I want to be addicted to this sweet atmosphere forever.
I wiggled my toes.
“Aren’t you asking why there were familiar in my laboratory and the glass greenhouse of the Palace of Peace?”
The atmosphere was so unrealistic that I changed the flow to a realistic question.
"If I ask, will you tell me?"
"...hmm."
"Yes, I'll wait. I don't want to be hated."
“Why do I hate you...?”
Even if you threaten me to tell you, I think I'll love you.
In fact, Rudnine has the right to ask me and question me about what happened in this incident.
Because he is Duke Iels, the pillar that protects this empire.
But you're putting up with all that complaining just because I find it difficult to speak.
Why is this person so generous?
At that moment, Rudnine's soft voice was heard.
"It's truly amazing that a magical communication device can be used for this purpose."
“Ah... I see. It costs a lot of money, so I guess that’s not really the right thing to do.”
The magic communication device must continuously recharge expensive magic stones that can be used to channel magic.
So it is only used for absolutely necessary business contacts or military, strategic, or political contacts.
If it were used for such private communication, the entire continent's magic stones would probably be quickly depleted.
So I decided to hurry up and clean up.
"Just. I just wanted to check on you. I'll hang up now."
"...I'm disappointed. Yvonne seems a bit too frugal."
His tone was slightly dissatisfied.
As I listened to him, I became more worried about him.
"Isn't Rudd just so uneconomical? Even in our first meeting, you offered to lend me a huge sum of money. Knowing how things can go, you should have been a little frugal..."
"Excuse me, Yvonne? If it's alright, can I appeal to you now?"
He suddenly cuts me off and asks me quickly.
“What?”
"I told you I'd lend my money because you were Yvonne. And then..."
"Yes?"
"My only fish is Yvonne, who pursues the magical research you've always wanted to pursue, and whose wealth is enough to keep the family afloat no matter how extravagant you may be. So, I hope Yvonne will use it all."
His voice on the other end of the phone was so serious that I was dumbfounded, and my lips parted.
Huh?
Rudnine suddenly starts to claim that the Iels family has a lot of wealth.
I imagined the piles of glittering gold behind him, and I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that it didn't suit his noble nature.
“Haha.”
"Don't you believe me? I'll get the Iels' property certificate and send it to Yvonne right now."
“No, no! Of course I believe it!”
He didn't seem to be joking.
When I stopped him in shock, Rudnine looked slightly disappointed.
'How much is that?'
And I also know from rumors that the Iels family is very wealthy.
They say no one knows the exact size of his fortune, but...
Well, anyway, I laughed out loud because I knew full well that it wasn't my money and it wasn't money I could confidently spend.
Besides, I've received a lot of help from him so far, and I'm not even close to repaying him.
'This is a big deal.'
Suddenly, I got dizzy and became depressed.
And it's not you who needs to appeal, it's me...
I, too, would like to tempt you with my wealth, but the money I earned selling the crybaby Pembe was not enough to appeal to Rudnine.
Feeling somewhat upset, I stuck out my lips sullenly.
'Damn.'
I need to quickly cure my magical amnesia, deal with those pesky warlocks, and then craft a bunch of useful magical artifacts to sell.
And I should try to tempt him by saying that I can make a lot of money and live a life of spending it as I please.
'Our Duke, do whatever you want!'
As I was smiling, imagining myself sprinkling gold coins, I heard Rudnine's voice on the other end of the phone.
"...May I ask what you're thinking about right now? The magic communication device is convenient, but it's frustrating not being able to see Yvonne."
“Huh? Oh, u s, I didn’t think much of it.”
As I stuttered, feeling somewhat embarrassed, Rudnine paused for a moment before speaking again.
"I miss you, Yvonne."
“Huh? Oh, really?”
I responded indifferently to the sweet, direct question that suddenly came my way.
"Of course. I wanted to keep watching."
My heart pounded at the sound of his voice, which was filled with laughter.
“...I saw you this morning.”
I answered in a voice like an ant crawling.
Even if he doesn't like me anymore... I'd be so happy if he liked me this much.
A smile appears on my face, and my cheekbones rise.
Soon, he asked softly.
"I missed the opera performance because Yvonne turned down my date. Shall we go together this time?"
I opened my eyes wide.
Oh, that's right. After Rudnine met me, he asked me out on a date to see the opera.
"Great."
"Yes. I'll check the theater schedule and get back to you. You must be tired, so get some rest, Yvonne."
“Rudd too.”
He waited for me to hang up first in a gentle voice.
Since Rudnine couldn't have hung up first, I pressed the button and immediately heard the sound of the communication being disconnected.
it's a shame...
I was tempted to think that this place was definitely inferior to my previous life in terms of scientific civilization.
I chuckled, my chin still on my face as I remembered Rudnine telling me he wanted to see me.
'I miss you... Oh my. Hehe!'
No way...?
A little, so maybe he likes me a little more.
I don't know why, but...
“Princess, I heard they brought a special dessert from the kitchen?”
“Take it to the bedroom. I’ll eat it with Pembe.”
After coming to my senses after hearing Eudela's words, I tried contacting Baron Gardner once again.
But today, Baron Gardner, who was busy with construction work, was still absent.
'Oh my.'
I gave up and shook my head, went to the bedroom, and checked to see if Pembe was awake.
I chuckled as I found Pembe sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes, already smelling the sweet scent of the cake Eudela had brought.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes."
I clicked my tongue at Pembe, who was still half-asleep, even though he had answered.
“What? If you treat me one more time, you’ll fall asleep forever?”
I was worried about Pembe, but I grumbled for no reason. I held the hamster familiar in my arms and stroked him.
Oh, it's so cute. Sob sob.
Be mine forever, you!
“...Yvonne, your expression is so sinister right now. It’s scary.”
"Pembe. Be grateful that I love you. Live in gratitude for your cute appearance. Do you know how many familiars have died at my hands?!"
"Yvonne, do you know what you're saying? You're saying you killed my own people?"
I scratched my head at Pembe's absurd words.
“But? I only like you because you are ‘someone who helps me.’”
"Well... I know. That's the point. We don't have any sense of camaraderie with our familiars either."
We smiled brightly, looked into each other's eyes, and nodded.
But suddenly, Pembe asked in a serious voice.
"But, Yvonne. Did you explain it well to the Duke? Does he understand that I am your companion and your familiar?"
"Uh?"
"What? You didn't explain?"
“...It’s too complicated.”
"So the Duke thinks Yvonne is a warlock? And yet he loves you so much? He's a dangerous man."
'No way...'
It's not that I didn't think Rudnine might mistake me for a warlock.
But that man is Duke Rudnine Iels.
Would a person like that maintain a relationship with me, a warlock, and a pre-lover?
If I were a warlock, of course, they would arrest me or keep me away...
Perhaps Rudnine has some kind of certainty that I'm not a warlock. I don't know what it is, but...
I said curtly, gently pulling Pembe's chubby cheek.
"That person likes me so much... It's not that bad, is it? And you're a familiar, so what's so strange about saying that it's dangerous to like a warlock?"
"Hmph. I was born in the dark, and I'm a familiar who uses dark magic, but I'm not a fan of warlocks. They keep coming up with strange plans and bothering me. What are they trying to do to the human world? They're a dangerous bunch."
Oh, really?
I guess it was a prejudice to think that the relationship between a familiar and a black magician was absolute and close.
Is it rather a coldly structured business relationship?
“Well. By the way, look at this. It’s delicious!”
When I gave Pembe today's special dessert, a three-tiered fruit cake, his mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Yvonne! You're awesome, you're the best, I love you!"
"Yeah. I'm cool, I'm the best. You don't have to love me. Eat lots. And thank you."
I stroked the head of the cute familiar that loved sweet cakes, and watched Pembe take over the cakes one by one, arms crossed.
‘Impressive.’
Or maybe I was hallucinating because I worked too much overtime. I have no idea what's going on, so I don't know how to react.
“Huh? Huh?! Huh? Nice to meet you, too.”
I was also raising my voice and saying something along the lines of him, when suddenly a loud noise was heard.
Although it was hard to hear, I could hear the aide's groans and the faint sound of conversation on the other end of the receiver.
'What, what is it?'
Yvonne?
While I was wondering, a low, bass-like sound that made my heart flutter just by hearing it suddenly rang out.
“Oh, yes. Rudd, it’s me.”
In the midst of this chaotic situation, his pleasant voice instantly reaches my eardrums and my heart, making it beat faster.
I remembered the kiss I had with him and the warmth I felt in his arms.
I felt my hands and feet go numb at the same time, and I twisted the hair that flowed down my shoulders with my fingers.
'Why am I like this?'
I contacted him first, but I had no idea what to say to him.
In the midst of my confusion, as if my mind had been completely blank, I heard his voice, which seemed to be mixed with a hint of discontent.
"Yvonne. Why did you call so late? I waited."
“Huh? Am I late?”
"Yes. Yvonne is diligent, but you're too laid-back when it comes to me."
“Huh? I'm relaxed...”
I grumbled in disbelief at his absurd complaints, but the corners of my mouth went up.
I look at my reflection in the desk mirror and see myself smirking. I can't bear to look at it.
Fortunately, I can contact him through the magic communication port now... I should at least practice controlling my facial expressions in advance.
'But what should I do? It's too good!'
"As Yvonne said, the servants sent from the Palace of Peace came in the morning."
“Oh! Is that so? They went to the Argenthoz mansion, too.”
"Yes. It passed without incident."
“Here too.”
I nodded quickly in response, but somehow I was certain that he was smiling broadly on the other end of the phone.
Soft, ticklish feeling.
What is this? It's so good, it feels like I'm lying on cotton candy.
It's unfamiliar, but I want to be addicted to this sweet atmosphere forever.
I wiggled my toes.
“Aren’t you asking why there were familiar in my laboratory and the glass greenhouse of the Palace of Peace?”
The atmosphere was so unrealistic that I changed the flow to a realistic question.
"If I ask, will you tell me?"
"...hmm."
"Yes, I'll wait. I don't want to be hated."
“Why do I hate you...?”
Even if you threaten me to tell you, I think I'll love you.
In fact, Rudnine has the right to ask me and question me about what happened in this incident.
Because he is Duke Iels, the pillar that protects this empire.
But you're putting up with all that complaining just because I find it difficult to speak.
Why is this person so generous?
At that moment, Rudnine's soft voice was heard.
"It's truly amazing that a magical communication device can be used for this purpose."
“Ah... I see. It costs a lot of money, so I guess that’s not really the right thing to do.”
The magic communication device must continuously recharge expensive magic stones that can be used to channel magic.
So it is only used for absolutely necessary business contacts or military, strategic, or political contacts.
If it were used for such private communication, the entire continent's magic stones would probably be quickly depleted.
So I decided to hurry up and clean up.
"Just. I just wanted to check on you. I'll hang up now."
"...I'm disappointed. Yvonne seems a bit too frugal."
His tone was slightly dissatisfied.
As I listened to him, I became more worried about him.
"Isn't Rudd just so uneconomical? Even in our first meeting, you offered to lend me a huge sum of money. Knowing how things can go, you should have been a little frugal..."
"Excuse me, Yvonne? If it's alright, can I appeal to you now?"
He suddenly cuts me off and asks me quickly.
“What?”
"I told you I'd lend my money because you were Yvonne. And then..."
"Yes?"
"My only fish is Yvonne, who pursues the magical research you've always wanted to pursue, and whose wealth is enough to keep the family afloat no matter how extravagant you may be. So, I hope Yvonne will use it all."
His voice on the other end of the phone was so serious that I was dumbfounded, and my lips parted.
Huh?
Rudnine suddenly starts to claim that the Iels family has a lot of wealth.
I imagined the piles of glittering gold behind him, and I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that it didn't suit his noble nature.
“Haha.”
"Don't you believe me? I'll get the Iels' property certificate and send it to Yvonne right now."
“No, no! Of course I believe it!”
He didn't seem to be joking.
When I stopped him in shock, Rudnine looked slightly disappointed.
'How much is that?'
And I also know from rumors that the Iels family is very wealthy.
They say no one knows the exact size of his fortune, but...
Well, anyway, I laughed out loud because I knew full well that it wasn't my money and it wasn't money I could confidently spend.
Besides, I've received a lot of help from him so far, and I'm not even close to repaying him.
'This is a big deal.'
Suddenly, I got dizzy and became depressed.
And it's not you who needs to appeal, it's me...
I, too, would like to tempt you with my wealth, but the money I earned selling the crybaby Pembe was not enough to appeal to Rudnine.
Feeling somewhat upset, I stuck out my lips sullenly.
'Damn.'
I need to quickly cure my magical amnesia, deal with those pesky warlocks, and then craft a bunch of useful magical artifacts to sell.
And I should try to tempt him by saying that I can make a lot of money and live a life of spending it as I please.
'Our Duke, do whatever you want!'
As I was smiling, imagining myself sprinkling gold coins, I heard Rudnine's voice on the other end of the phone.
"...May I ask what you're thinking about right now? The magic communication device is convenient, but it's frustrating not being able to see Yvonne."
“Huh? Oh, u s, I didn’t think much of it.”
As I stuttered, feeling somewhat embarrassed, Rudnine paused for a moment before speaking again.
"I miss you, Yvonne."
“Huh? Oh, really?”
I responded indifferently to the sweet, direct question that suddenly came my way.
"Of course. I wanted to keep watching."
My heart pounded at the sound of his voice, which was filled with laughter.
“...I saw you this morning.”
I answered in a voice like an ant crawling.
Even if he doesn't like me anymore... I'd be so happy if he liked me this much.
A smile appears on my face, and my cheekbones rise.
Soon, he asked softly.
"I missed the opera performance because Yvonne turned down my date. Shall we go together this time?"
I opened my eyes wide.
Oh, that's right. After Rudnine met me, he asked me out on a date to see the opera.
"Great."
"Yes. I'll check the theater schedule and get back to you. You must be tired, so get some rest, Yvonne."
“Rudd too.”
He waited for me to hang up first in a gentle voice.
Since Rudnine couldn't have hung up first, I pressed the button and immediately heard the sound of the communication being disconnected.
it's a shame...
I was tempted to think that this place was definitely inferior to my previous life in terms of scientific civilization.
I chuckled, my chin still on my face as I remembered Rudnine telling me he wanted to see me.
'I miss you... Oh my. Hehe!'
No way...?
A little, so maybe he likes me a little more.
I don't know why, but...
“Princess, I heard they brought a special dessert from the kitchen?”
“Take it to the bedroom. I’ll eat it with Pembe.”
After coming to my senses after hearing Eudela's words, I tried contacting Baron Gardner once again.
But today, Baron Gardner, who was busy with construction work, was still absent.
'Oh my.'
I gave up and shook my head, went to the bedroom, and checked to see if Pembe was awake.
I chuckled as I found Pembe sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes, already smelling the sweet scent of the cake Eudela had brought.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes."
I clicked my tongue at Pembe, who was still half-asleep, even though he had answered.
“What? If you treat me one more time, you’ll fall asleep forever?”
I was worried about Pembe, but I grumbled for no reason. I held the hamster familiar in my arms and stroked him.
Oh, it's so cute. Sob sob.
Be mine forever, you!
“...Yvonne, your expression is so sinister right now. It’s scary.”
"Pembe. Be grateful that I love you. Live in gratitude for your cute appearance. Do you know how many familiars have died at my hands?!"
"Yvonne, do you know what you're saying? You're saying you killed my own people?"
I scratched my head at Pembe's absurd words.
“But? I only like you because you are ‘someone who helps me.’”
"Well... I know. That's the point. We don't have any sense of camaraderie with our familiars either."
We smiled brightly, looked into each other's eyes, and nodded.
But suddenly, Pembe asked in a serious voice.
"But, Yvonne. Did you explain it well to the Duke? Does he understand that I am your companion and your familiar?"
"Uh?"
"What? You didn't explain?"
“...It’s too complicated.”
"So the Duke thinks Yvonne is a warlock? And yet he loves you so much? He's a dangerous man."
'No way...'
It's not that I didn't think Rudnine might mistake me for a warlock.
But that man is Duke Rudnine Iels.
Would a person like that maintain a relationship with me, a warlock, and a pre-lover?
If I were a warlock, of course, they would arrest me or keep me away...
Perhaps Rudnine has some kind of certainty that I'm not a warlock. I don't know what it is, but...
I said curtly, gently pulling Pembe's chubby cheek.
"That person likes me so much... It's not that bad, is it? And you're a familiar, so what's so strange about saying that it's dangerous to like a warlock?"
"Hmph. I was born in the dark, and I'm a familiar who uses dark magic, but I'm not a fan of warlocks. They keep coming up with strange plans and bothering me. What are they trying to do to the human world? They're a dangerous bunch."
Oh, really?
I guess it was a prejudice to think that the relationship between a familiar and a black magician was absolute and close.
Is it rather a coldly structured business relationship?
“Well. By the way, look at this. It’s delicious!”
When I gave Pembe today's special dessert, a three-tiered fruit cake, his mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Yvonne! You're awesome, you're the best, I love you!"
"Yeah. I'm cool, I'm the best. You don't have to love me. Eat lots. And thank you."
I stroked the head of the cute familiar that loved sweet cakes, and watched Pembe take over the cakes one by one, arms crossed.
‘Impressive.’
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