Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

"Night club? To me now?"

Night clubs are a place for group matchmaking and looking for someone to marry. Irene, whose engagement has been broken, is normally solemn for the time being, and the inviting side doesn't want to call her a badly heard daughter either.

"Where the hell is the air inviting from an unreadable fool"

"From Ladies Cedric and Lilia."

I feel dizzy.

"Oh, there's a letter in there, too. Autographed by Master Lilia. I won't tell you, but it won't even announce my engagement, so I asked you to come out. Actually, they call me too. You're a big man, Lilia."

"... right... I want to apprentice too..."

Irene barely nodded with a groaning grin.

Rudolph pursues further there.

"It seems that Cedric will unveil a new policy based on the company he gave away from you at this night's club. At the same time, you're ordering me to sign the engagement papers in front of everyone."

- I mean, again, get soaked by Cedric in public.

Inside, such as signing a written letter of divorce. I can't believe I bothered to make that a public event.

(... you really want to get me into this)

Did they hate you that much? I didn't know. I really didn't know.

But I'm sure this is just a classic excuse for haters.

"In addition, they want me to sign my consent to the transfer of the business. It's a mercy to give away your bad reputation by drooling your head publicly."

Pushing all emotions to death, Eileen exhaled from her shoulders.

"... In other words, if you are absent, you will have mercy on Master Cedric, and if you attend, you will be disengaged for the second time in front of the cited public who has taken over the business. You're both good laughers."

"So, what do you do?

Normally, the choice is no. They say whatever they want, so it's better to just send them an autograph and be absent, and they don't waste any time. If you mourn it, you may also find sympathy around you.

- But, but.

"I will attend. Because if they sell you a fight, you buy it and beat it back."

I can't help but cut that off and make it look more stylish now. Irene smiles when she also kicks her sympathy together. Rudolph nodded satisfactorily.

"Nice. That is the daughter of the Duke of Dorthrish family. I thought I'd throw her out of the Duke's house and throw her downtown if she was the kind of girl who'd be ridiculed and run away with her tail wrapped around."

This father could do it with pleasure, crying and imitating. Irene nodded loosely as she pulled her cheeks together.

Your father might say something bad about not knowing common sense.

"It's okay. I'm gonna listen to a lot of Irene talk, and I'm gonna nod and apologize, and then I'm gonna put my name on the list."

"I don't ask what the list is, but if your father's okay with it, so..."

"Then make up for the loss of business to the Duke of Dorthrish by the night club."

I frowned when they said it like it was nothing.

"Don't poke at me for making even more outrageous demands. You want me to make up for the loss and start up with a new company? I'm not as good as my brothers. And I can't believe it's two months."

"Think of that for yourself. Your father can't even be queen, and I don't remember having a daughter who's still a defect."

I mean my grinning father's eyes.

My spine got cold. If he chooses to be absent at the night club and doesn't try to restore the house and his own honor, seriously, this father may trump Eileen as a duke's warrant.

Cedric is the Crown Prince. Eileen was neglected by humans who would eventually become emperors.

If you can't roll it back somewhere, it'll eventually be the Duke of Dorthrish's luggage as a faulty lady.

(Sure, there was a development in the game that seemed to fall on civilians as well...... I only remember it snugly)

Subtly, I'm relieved to think I may have dodged some sort of unhappiness flag right now.

Besides, it's not like I don't have an athe to do my father's demands. Now, the power of the father - the Duke of Dorthrish - will still be available to some extent as well.

(And then Mr. Claude... it didn't feel bad either. If you do, I will.)

My stomach bracketed. For that matter, I seemed to get a good night's sleep.

- But that night. Irene screams when she jumps up in the middle of the night.

"Aren't attending a nightclub a better flag to be thrown out into downtown! What is the sense of procrastination in how to regain this memory!! God's harassment!?"

Naturally, there is no kind God who answers Eileen barking at the dark ceiling.