Dietrich donned his uniform and slung his sword at his waist. In short, he was ready to unleash his power.
His neat face was set in a hard, rigid expression.
I stood up in the clothes I was wearing.
Dietrich listened to my request for comfortable clothing and made several dresses that reached mid-calf.
I was still wearing those clothes, so I didn't really want to change. All I did was change my indoor shoes into boots.
Dietrich, with a look of extreme sadness on his face, took my hand.
"Let's go."
The atmosphere is Romeo and Juliet, but Dietrich, you're mistaken.
I'm not on anyone's side.
The intruder, unable to enter the mansion, stood at the entrance. In the distance, I could see a carriage and the people standing before it.
As we got closer, the silhouettes of the people became clearer.
A large carriage bearing the seal of the Milan family.
Two people wearing black cloaks and hoods that look hot just by looking at them, a young man with red hair.
“Hello, master.”
Shish, who was standing in front of the large gate, waved his hand gently.
“Don’t come.”
Dietrich blocked my path and reached for the sword at his waist.
“Oh, Commander.”
Shish laughed heartily.
“Would it be a problem if you thought the master was yours?”
“That doesn’t mean she's yours, Prime Minister.”
Dietrich countered. I peeked my head out and saw a terrifyingly hardened Shish.
“Your Excellency, Commander of the Knights.”
One of the two cloaked figures next to Shish stepped forward. The voice of the person who had called Dietrich was deep.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed an unidentifiable golden animal symbol engraved on the right chest of the cloak. Perhaps it was a mark of membership in the Magic Tower.
“I came here to take her with me.”
“Who cares?”
“Wouldn’t it be better for her to stay in the neutral zone of Magic Tower?”
As expected, I was able to confirm that the Magic Tower Master knew my identity.
“Then who would benefit from keeping the master here?”
Shish's red lips twisted.
“Do you like it?”
Dietrich gritted his teeth.
“How can you believe it’s the magic tower!”
"The Magic Tower is not open to the public, but Your Excellency, the Knight Commander, and the Chancellor are exempt. While you cannot enter at any time, we will arrange for you to enter on a date of your choice."
“Who would accept such conditions...!”
“Why don’t you stop this pointless rebellion?”
Dietrich, who had completely monopolized me, was dissatisfied, and Shish, who had me taken away, seemed satisfied with this condition.
Dietrich's military power is the best in the empire.
Even if Shish rolls his head, it will be difficult if Dietrich goes crazy and overturns everything with force.
When it comes to state affairs, Dietrich has no such thing to do, but Sissi must have noticed long ago that Dietrich is not rational.
The only one who can stand against him is the Magic Tower Master. He is a great magician, strong enough to stand against the Sword Master.
So it's clear that Shish revealed my identity to Matapju and asked for help.
“Don’t make me laugh.”
Dietrich's sword was drawn with a squeak.
The man from the Magic Tower who had opened his mouth moved in front of another person wearing a Magic Tower robe.
The man who has been standing silently behind him for a while must be the Magic Tower Master.
He summoned me, knowing my true identity, and since the opponent was Dietrich, there was no way he would send an ordinary wizard.
The blade forged from adamantine began to glow brightly.
Shish, who was watching this, shrugged his shoulders.
“Yes, if you want to fight, fight.”
There was a blatant sarcasm in his tone.
“Instead, countless people will come to know about the master.”
Dietrich flinched, as if he hadn't expected this.
“You didn’t think anyone would notice you were causing a ruckus, did you?”
Dietrich's face grew increasingly wrinkled.
"Does your lovely master want to be noticed by others? I don't want any more competition here."
Dietrich reacted sensitively to the word 'competitor'.
"If His Majesty the Emperor or the leader of the Dark Guild were to interfere, it would be a headache. Don't you think so?"
“Damn.”
No, Shish, why are you saying such a strange thing, and Dietrich, why are you agreeing?
“This is for everyone.”
“Just use your brain...!”
“Do you know who wanted to do this?”
Shish's crimson eyes shone fiercely.
“It’s all because you monopolized the master and wouldn’t let her go!”
His always quiet voice grew louder.
“Huh, you don’t remember what you were holding in your arms, do you?”
Shish pretended not to hear and spoke to me.
“Master, you’re wearing cute clothes.”
“Huh? Huh.”
“Isn’t it showing too much flesh?”
I'm wearing a dress that falls a little below my knees and short boots, so my calves are slightly visible. But I don't think it's too much...
“That idiot is going around showing off my master’s secrets to everyone.”
Shish clicked his tongue and muttered, and Dietrich became angry when he heard this.
“Don’t you think that you were the one who oppressed them?”
“Master, let’s go.”
Shish completely ignored Dietrich.
“Let's go, miss.”
A hooded man from the Magic Tower approached me.
“Yes, yes, wait a minute! Give me some time to pack.”
I hurried to the mansion. I flung open the second-floor door and went in, gathering up the jewels Dietrich had given me. I couldn't be dragged away penniless like last time!
The two men quickly followed, and when Shish saw me, he laughed in disbelief.
“Master, you said you didn’t want what I gave you?”
"Yes?"
I was moving my hands in a hurry, so I answered roughly.
Good to sell, good to sell!
“You didn’t even notice what I gave you, but you’re cherishing what that idiot gave you?”
“Yes?”
Something felt strange, so I turned around and saw Shish smiling, but not laughing.
“I told you to take it all, but you just kept thinking about running away.”
It's clearly a gentle voice, but why does it sound like the voice of a dead person coming from hell?
“Huh, do you think the author would like something from someone like you?”
Dietrich, who didn't know when to keep his mouth shut, added more fuel.
Bam.
This time it wasn't Dietrich, but Shish.
“Master, I will give you more jewels like that, so leave this one.”
"No!"
As Shish approached me, I hurriedly hugged the jewelry box in front of me.
Money is my power!
Penniless people refuse!
The general store owner sold me for money, and the reason I worked part-time was that I had no money.
If I had a lot of money, I wouldn't have worked part-time, and my values wouldn't have been shaken by meeting these guys!
I refuse that kind of life now.
“Did you see it?”
Dietrich chuckled.
"That thing the author is holding is a jewel handed down through the Beluga family. Only the Duchess can wear it."
At Dietrich's words, I looked at the jewelry box I was holding tightly and saw that it was indeed the blue diamond set Dietrich had shown me before.
This was the heirloom of the former Duchess!
“Oh my gosh!”
As soon as the brain recognized this, the body threw the box away.
Why would I pick that up if I had to?
“Poohaha!”
As I was gathering the remaining jewels, I heard Shish's laughter behind me. I thought I heard footsteps, and then someone hugged me around the waist.
An unfamiliar scent hit my nose.
“Oh, my master.”
“Shish. Ah.”
I was helpless against the skinship that started out of the blue.
It had been a long time since I saw Shish, and he seemed thin, so I couldn't shake him off and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
“Good job, master.”
Shish, who had parted his lips, licked mine. He squinted his eyes and smiled, still handsome and pretty.
“You haven’t forgotten what I taught you, have you?”
My face felt hot for some reason, so I turned my head. Almost immediately, something soft touched my ear, and I heard a whisper.
“Can I take all these jewels with me?”
"Yes."
“This fucking bastard!”
Dietrich drew his sword, his teeth chattering, but he couldn't do anything about it. I was still in Shish's arms.
“That’s right, Shish.”
"Yes?"
“How’s my white gold? Give it to me.”
“Hahaha, of course. What else do you want?”
I held back from saying cash. Then the quick-witted Shish might notice something.
“Hmm, the red diamond necklace you gave me before.”
“Did you like it?”
"Yes."
Because it looks the most expensive.
Shish seemed to be in a good mood as he kissed my cheek with a snicker.
"Author!"
Dietrich's gaze, as he approached, seemed to be that of a traitor.
"You...!"
He thrust the jewel box of the former Duchess into my hand, which I had carelessly placed there in surprise.
“Don’t you know that this color suits you better?”
Dietrich, my conscience is too weak to sell it. Just in case, I can't sell your mother's belongings.
"What are you talking about, you idiot knight commander? Red suits you well, Master."
The mad Minister kissed my cheek again as if he was trying to show me off, but Dietrich couldn't pull me away from the Shish he was holding so perfectly.
Because I had no choice but to pull myself together.
Sorry, Dietrich.
Because I wrote that you are the enemy of the mad prime minister, but you are always the one who gets hurt.
His neat face was set in a hard, rigid expression.
I stood up in the clothes I was wearing.
Dietrich listened to my request for comfortable clothing and made several dresses that reached mid-calf.
I was still wearing those clothes, so I didn't really want to change. All I did was change my indoor shoes into boots.
Dietrich, with a look of extreme sadness on his face, took my hand.
"Let's go."
The atmosphere is Romeo and Juliet, but Dietrich, you're mistaken.
I'm not on anyone's side.
The intruder, unable to enter the mansion, stood at the entrance. In the distance, I could see a carriage and the people standing before it.
As we got closer, the silhouettes of the people became clearer.
A large carriage bearing the seal of the Milan family.
Two people wearing black cloaks and hoods that look hot just by looking at them, a young man with red hair.
“Hello, master.”
Shish, who was standing in front of the large gate, waved his hand gently.
“Don’t come.”
Dietrich blocked my path and reached for the sword at his waist.
“Oh, Commander.”
Shish laughed heartily.
“Would it be a problem if you thought the master was yours?”
“That doesn’t mean she's yours, Prime Minister.”
Dietrich countered. I peeked my head out and saw a terrifyingly hardened Shish.
“Your Excellency, Commander of the Knights.”
One of the two cloaked figures next to Shish stepped forward. The voice of the person who had called Dietrich was deep.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed an unidentifiable golden animal symbol engraved on the right chest of the cloak. Perhaps it was a mark of membership in the Magic Tower.
“I came here to take her with me.”
“Who cares?”
“Wouldn’t it be better for her to stay in the neutral zone of Magic Tower?”
“For whose benefit?”
“Then who would benefit from keeping the master here?”
Shish's red lips twisted.
“Do you like it?”
Dietrich gritted his teeth.
“How can you believe it’s the magic tower!”
"The Magic Tower is not open to the public, but Your Excellency, the Knight Commander, and the Chancellor are exempt. While you cannot enter at any time, we will arrange for you to enter on a date of your choice."
“Who would accept such conditions...!”
“Why don’t you stop this pointless rebellion?”
Dietrich, who had completely monopolized me, was dissatisfied, and Shish, who had me taken away, seemed satisfied with this condition.
Dietrich's military power is the best in the empire.
Even if Shish rolls his head, it will be difficult if Dietrich goes crazy and overturns everything with force.
When it comes to state affairs, Dietrich has no such thing to do, but Sissi must have noticed long ago that Dietrich is not rational.
The only one who can stand against him is the Magic Tower Master. He is a great magician, strong enough to stand against the Sword Master.
So it's clear that Shish revealed my identity to Matapju and asked for help.
“Don’t make me laugh.”
Dietrich's sword was drawn with a squeak.
The man from the Magic Tower who had opened his mouth moved in front of another person wearing a Magic Tower robe.
The man who has been standing silently behind him for a while must be the Magic Tower Master.
He summoned me, knowing my true identity, and since the opponent was Dietrich, there was no way he would send an ordinary wizard.
The blade forged from adamantine began to glow brightly.
Shish, who was watching this, shrugged his shoulders.
“Yes, if you want to fight, fight.”
There was a blatant sarcasm in his tone.
“Instead, countless people will come to know about the master.”
Dietrich flinched, as if he hadn't expected this.
“You didn’t think anyone would notice you were causing a ruckus, did you?”
Dietrich's face grew increasingly wrinkled.
"Does your lovely master want to be noticed by others? I don't want any more competition here."
Dietrich reacted sensitively to the word 'competitor'.
"If His Majesty the Emperor or the leader of the Dark Guild were to interfere, it would be a headache. Don't you think so?"
“Damn.”
No, Shish, why are you saying such a strange thing, and Dietrich, why are you agreeing?
“This is for everyone.”
“Just use your brain...!”
“Do you know who wanted to do this?”
Shish's crimson eyes shone fiercely.
“It’s all because you monopolized the master and wouldn’t let her go!”
His always quiet voice grew louder.
“Huh, you don’t remember what you were holding in your arms, do you?”
Shish pretended not to hear and spoke to me.
“Master, you’re wearing cute clothes.”
“Huh? Huh.”
“Isn’t it showing too much flesh?”
I'm wearing a dress that falls a little below my knees and short boots, so my calves are slightly visible. But I don't think it's too much...
“That idiot is going around showing off my master’s secrets to everyone.”
Shish clicked his tongue and muttered, and Dietrich became angry when he heard this.
“Don’t you think that you were the one who oppressed them?”
“Master, let’s go.”
Shish completely ignored Dietrich.
“Let's go, miss.”
A hooded man from the Magic Tower approached me.
“Yes, yes, wait a minute! Give me some time to pack.”
I hurried to the mansion. I flung open the second-floor door and went in, gathering up the jewels Dietrich had given me. I couldn't be dragged away penniless like last time!
The two men quickly followed, and when Shish saw me, he laughed in disbelief.
“Master, you said you didn’t want what I gave you?”
"Yes?"
I was moving my hands in a hurry, so I answered roughly.
Good to sell, good to sell!
“You didn’t even notice what I gave you, but you’re cherishing what that idiot gave you?”
“Yes?”
Something felt strange, so I turned around and saw Shish smiling, but not laughing.
“I told you to take it all, but you just kept thinking about running away.”
It's clearly a gentle voice, but why does it sound like the voice of a dead person coming from hell?
“Huh, do you think the author would like something from someone like you?”
Dietrich, who didn't know when to keep his mouth shut, added more fuel.
Bam.
This time it wasn't Dietrich, but Shish.
“Master, I will give you more jewels like that, so leave this one.”
"No!"
As Shish approached me, I hurriedly hugged the jewelry box in front of me.
Money is my power!
Penniless people refuse!
The general store owner sold me for money, and the reason I worked part-time was that I had no money.
If I had a lot of money, I wouldn't have worked part-time, and my values wouldn't have been shaken by meeting these guys!
I refuse that kind of life now.
“Did you see it?”
Dietrich chuckled.
"That thing the author is holding is a jewel handed down through the Beluga family. Only the Duchess can wear it."
At Dietrich's words, I looked at the jewelry box I was holding tightly and saw that it was indeed the blue diamond set Dietrich had shown me before.
This was the heirloom of the former Duchess!
“Oh my gosh!”
As soon as the brain recognized this, the body threw the box away.
Why would I pick that up if I had to?
“Poohaha!”
As I was gathering the remaining jewels, I heard Shish's laughter behind me. I thought I heard footsteps, and then someone hugged me around the waist.
An unfamiliar scent hit my nose.
“Oh, my master.”
“Shish. Ah.”
I was helpless against the skinship that started out of the blue.
It had been a long time since I saw Shish, and he seemed thin, so I couldn't shake him off and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
“Good job, master.”
Shish, who had parted his lips, licked mine. He squinted his eyes and smiled, still handsome and pretty.
“You haven’t forgotten what I taught you, have you?”
My face felt hot for some reason, so I turned my head. Almost immediately, something soft touched my ear, and I heard a whisper.
“Can I take all these jewels with me?”
"Yes."
“This fucking bastard!”
Dietrich drew his sword, his teeth chattering, but he couldn't do anything about it. I was still in Shish's arms.
“That’s right, Shish.”
"Yes?"
“How’s my white gold? Give it to me.”
“Hahaha, of course. What else do you want?”
I held back from saying cash. Then the quick-witted Shish might notice something.
“Hmm, the red diamond necklace you gave me before.”
“Did you like it?”
"Yes."
Because it looks the most expensive.
Shish seemed to be in a good mood as he kissed my cheek with a snicker.
"Author!"
Dietrich's gaze, as he approached, seemed to be that of a traitor.
"You...!"
He thrust the jewel box of the former Duchess into my hand, which I had carelessly placed there in surprise.
“Don’t you know that this color suits you better?”
Dietrich, my conscience is too weak to sell it. Just in case, I can't sell your mother's belongings.
"What are you talking about, you idiot knight commander? Red suits you well, Master."
The mad Minister kissed my cheek again as if he was trying to show me off, but Dietrich couldn't pull me away from the Shish he was holding so perfectly.
Because I had no choice but to pull myself together.
Sorry, Dietrich.
Because I wrote that you are the enemy of the mad prime minister, but you are always the one who gets hurt.
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