Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

That night.

Claire was asked to stay in Lewis' private room in the Royal Palace.

"You're tired of a lot going on today. I'll tell Miss Isabella, it's my private room, but take your time. The Royal Palace is full of nobles who attended nightclubs from afar."

Lewis taught me as he guided me.

The room was in the corner of the deep royal palace. At the door further back, a guard stands.

"Beyond this is the royal room. By the way, the next room is Keith, and the other room is Donnie."

"What a fun neighborhood."

It's a room arrangement that feels cramped at work. But when I thought of the four people I was close to, I felt like a world apart from breathlessness there.

"Yeah. I get together in Keith's room all the time for drinks.... Go ahead."

Lewie's room was as imagined and there was nothing simple and wasteful.

Guided Claire to sit on the couch, Lewis opened her closet and lent her easy-to-move clothes.

"Thanks Lewis... but don't you have to go back to night club security?

Lewis answers while brewing tea in the provided mini kitchen.

"With Keith and Donnie, we'll be fine. Besides, I think it would be safer for Vik to move with Claire's safety guaranteed.... I know Claire knows, but a lot of thoughts work behind nightclubs."

That said, Lewis gets a bottle of honey.

"Claire likes to be sweet."

"Pfft. Lewis is always straight."

It's only been a few months since we met, but Lewis knows Claire very well.

Claire was delighted to be able to spend much more time ahead with Lewis, who seemed cool at first glance and always leaned in gently.

"Speaking of night clubs"

Claire remembers what happened earlier.

"Lewis, do you know the Count Meade family? My son spoke to me at the nightclub."

"Yeah. You have a territory to the north, and you're a historic Count of the Paft Nation. Two sons and the Lord, the former Lord, should have been invited to this night's club.... Anything wrong?

Lewis nods and answers.

"Suddenly, I was surprised to hear that your mother would have died when she was a little girl."

At that moment, Lewis' complexion changed.

"... Claire! They're not holding hands!?

Lewis, who should always be calm, puts the cup in his hand and holds Claire's hand.

"? Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't have time for that because I left just to talk about it."

"... yes"

Lewis looked horny and lowered his chest. And say.

"Claire, the Count Meade family is a famous Paft nation that reaches the side of the royal family when it goes back in time. Though there were scandals a long time ago and I have been surrendered. What I want you to be more careful of than that is the special sorcery that the eldest son has from generation to generation. It's about mixing your magic with your opponent's magic so that you can't show the truth.

"Can you do that?

"I can. If he's the eldest son of the Count Meade family,"

Concon.

When we talked that far, the door to the room was knocked.

Lewis puts down a cup with tea and stands up.

"Looks like we should all talk about this."

The visitors were Veek and Keith, who completed their duties at the night club.

"What's wrong with Donnie?

After the night club, I guess I got dressed and then rushed off.

Vike replies bitterly to Claire's question with his hair still wet.

"I went out to play with the ladies."

"Anyway, come in. I was just hearing something from Claire."

Lewis pulled the two into the room.

―――――

"... Count Meade's house, you say?

Having heard from Claire all the way through, Veek, after saying so, pressed him to shut up.

Keith and Lewis also look serious about whether they have guessed the situation.

After a while of silence, ask Claire.

"Claire, can you give yourself protection?

"Once... but you can't have perfect protection like Lewis. Well, maybe 60%."

Protection is an easy category of magic, but the precision varies completely depending on the magic and proficiency that the person possesses.

Claire's protection, of course, was underskilled.

"The Count Meade family was originally a royal bypass. But he has surrendered from the Duke's to the Count's over 100 years ago for plotting treason against the Royal Family. During the demise of the Lindell Nation, an investigation was conducted in top confidence into who helped the Border Uncle family, but for some reason the Count Meade family was the only one not covered by the investigation. Let even the royal family do the honors.... so powerful home.

Claire just listened to the story and her spine got cold to the creeps.

"The 'sharing of magic' that the Count Meade family has is quite troublesome. Unless there's a considerable difference in magic, they'll interfere with their magic."

Lewie nods at Veek's words and explains.

"So we give ourselves shelter when dealing with the eldest son of the Count Meade family. If it's broken, you have to call it back each time."

"It's perfectly fine if it's normal time, but the Count Meade family should know it was Claire who purified the tornado. So, the fact that you've been speaking up at this time... We have to think of measures just in case."

Vik has tough eyes.

"Claire."

"Yes."

"You are already officially my Lady Candidate. Until we get married, it's a separate building, but we can have a room in the royal palace, and we can get special training.

Claire went on to remember her earlier exchange, but the look on Veek's face as the First Prince remained unchanged. And go on.

"I want you to have a room in the royal palace and learn all the art of protecting yourself from the sorcerer"

"That's good for Claire. What about the escorts?"

Keith listens.

"For one thing, it won't be a problem if it's within the royal palace. Transfer magic if you have to."

"Okay."

Claire, knowing what was going on, nodded sharply.

Keith, watching the interaction between the two, says as he scratches his head poly.

"But I don't know... I heard you finally put your thoughts through it, but it doesn't give you a sweet vibe at all"

"That's why I told you. Don't worry too much."

Lewis glances at Keith with his chilled eyes.

Claire and Vique laughed face-to-face.

―――――

"… the report is above"

In the rooms assigned to the Count Meade family in the royal palace, four people on the agenda were gathered.

"After all, was Miss Claire a courtesan of the Je Martino family in Noston Country? This has been a hassle."

The former lord of the Count Meade family, who is the grandfather to Dion and Deanna, says with a rugged face.

"Besides, you should also know that you are baptized because you are from a mother.... you wouldn't even know about our house. But, Father, the descendants of the Lindell Nation have become barriers in a completely different way than their initial fears. I didn't know you'd come to the Paft country without knowing it, and you'd be intimately related to the royal family."

The current principals also agree.

"That magic power that purified an unprecedented giant tornado in an instant. Miss Claire will be a powerful shield to the royal family. Now, as long as Miss Claire is around, we can't regain her throne."

"My grandfather, my father. Why don't you use my magic? If we share magic..."

"Fool. That's a sword of all blades. I haven't been able to grasp the color of Miss Claire's magic, but I'm not using it lightly. You'll be swallowed upside down."

Dion's offer is strictly controlled by his predecessor.

"... sorry"

Next to Dion, who gets smaller, Deanna was repainting her own manicure.

Phew, breathes at his fingertips, and puts the bottle on the table to say bored.

"Grandpa, then I'll get to know Miss Claire and ask her what's going on. You can use your friends to set up traps."

"No, you can't. It would be Dion if we were to send him in."

"... um. That's fine."

The former Lord nodded heavily.