Somehow, The Villainess Who Regressed in Time Lost Her Magic Power, so She Turned into a Secluded Ma

"Your Highness, you lack a little politeness."

"... Count Milicier"

During his clerkship, as he is training his sword in the training ground, he looks back at the signs of people behind him.

There, Count Milicier, Leonie's father and head of the Knights of this country, put his arms around him and looked at this one jizzily.

... How long have you been here?

I'm sure it's about the Knights Commander.

I guess you've been watching me for a while now. And I guess the timing approached when I waved my sword somewhat and wiped my sweat with a towel.

"Apparently, Your Highness wants to pay for his grief with a sword, but a sword is an honest thing.

Everything in my heart will come out. "

"I miss you. I remember when I was a child, the Count gave me a lot of attention."

As Count Milicier slowly approached my side, he took the wooden knife hanging on the wall and let it swing.

Whoever sees that sword muscle will feel straight and unmistakable and belongs to the mighty.

That's right, I'm just the best in this country.

"Oh? I'm still going to be your master when it comes to swords, aren't I?

"It sure is. So, you came here to mentor me?

Such Count Milicier, as a master of swords from an early age, is the man who begged for teaching.

If you recall a past where you were treated like a ghost regardless of your position or otherwise, you won't have a choice but to laugh bitterly about it.

Normally, the sense of distance is this close, and the people admire it because they do not judge it by its identity or its intimacy.

But even once, those under the guidance of Count Milicier learn fear in their relentless, ghostly workouts. The instruction of that hell has nothing to do with whether it's middle-sized or newcomers.

Even he/she often says that blood boils down when he/she holds the sword, and I hear that newcomers entering the Knights are taught first from the fact that 'Don't be fooled by the face of the Knights' table.

However, brainstorming just to say that you can tell with your fists with any opponent is not uncommon for the Miliciers, who are good at fighting. So I guess there's a lot of trust from the royal family for a long time.

Such an Earl now seeps curiosity in the back of his eyes and looks at this one happily up the edge of his mouth.

"No, I was uncommonly exposed to feelings and waving my sword to Your Highness, until I came to tease you."

"... ha. Then you'd have had enough."

Even though he openly exhales a deep sigh, the Count seems willing to continue the conversation without a bare gesture to care.

He should be looking at me in sight cleaning up his sword, but the Count snuggles down to the bench in the training room to show his willingness to stay longer.

"So, what so disturbs His Highness's mind? Your Highness has long been a godchild with no emotional connection, so you are very interested as far as I am concerned."

"Nothing."

"If there was nothing, Your Highness wouldn't be doing such a pointless workout without a cannon.

In my view, yeah.... trying to confuse something, something like that. "

Brain muscles are troublesome at times.

Because you can guess what people want to hide and don't want to see.

"Ha, ha, is it a hit," the Count chuckled lavishly at the wrinkles between his unconsciously slight frowns.

"It must be what your Highness worries about. Are you talking about my fiancée who put our three boys on the escort?"

"Count, it was your second daughter who put you on Rachel's escort."

In my words, the Count said, "What?" Second daughter? "she said," Pokan, "soon after I put on a face, I get a hazy look.

"Oh, I was. Yes, yes, my daughter.

No, you inadvertently forget you're my daughter about that. She also said that it is difficult to do when she is aware that she is a woman. When I coach, I think of him as my son and treat him harshly. "

... Are you sure it was accidental?

The Count is grinning and scratching his head at Kerakera saying "No, I made a mistake," to his mistake, but as far as I'm listening, I wouldn't have any choice but to pull it off for real.

By accident, Leonie is rare for aristocratic children, and she doesn't even look like she's looking for a fiancée... but I'm sure it's good.

It's a story you shouldn't take too seriously.

"Still, Leonie will stand up in arms. Don't worry about that."

"Oh, I'm not worried there"

"So you're still talking about missing your fiancée on your side?

Too much direct ballistic stuff clogs me with "Ugh......" before clouding my words.

The Count laughs out loud and fun again at how I look like that.

"His Royal Highness seemed to be about his age, too. I'm relieved.

I understand. I understand, Your Highness. Every time I leave my wife on duty, it feels like I can rip myself apart. Yeah, well, during this time too... "

I know the Count and his wife are close.

It's just that over and over again, "Ah. Now," I pinched my mouth to finish the conversation, "but I can't hide my feeling that consciousness is about to go elsewhere and I'm sick of the Counts' exchange, which is still prolonged.

... who likes it and would like to hear about the fifty past couple.

The Count still doesn't seem to speak enough and tells how the Countess is an adorable figure.

Could this be tougher than a ghost workout?

That's how I started to understand, then.

"Your Highness!"

"Cyril, in a good place. Is this a rush?

Ha-ha-ha. Turn back to Cyril's voice, who came to the workout early enough.

I thought you were competent from day to day, but I didn't expect you to come at such a good time. Only now do I feel a holy light around Cyril, and it looks like help from heaven.

But that's what I thought for a while.

Understand if something bad is happening to Cyril's unusually rushed complexion.

Count Milicier, who had loosened his face with Deledere until earlier, also stood up sassy with a rugged look on his face and stood behind me.

"Count Milicier, long time no see"

"Greetings are good. So what happened?"

Cyril opened her eyes slightly to the Knights captain who was behind me, but the Count told her to do the errand and immediately turned her gaze to me.

"Actually, it looks like a rookie Sister was attacked in the monastery of Saint Louis..."

"The monastery of Saint Louis? So, what's up?"

Case in the monastery of Saint Louis......

It is a harsh monastery where the noble lady who caused the problem enters, but there is no first case of being attacked.

Encourage Cyril to follow as she puts her hand on her chin and thinks about it.

Then Cyril opens her mouth after she puts one breath down.

"Looks like Katrina Higgins escaped"

"What!

Cyril's words sound out of her mouth unexpectedly.

I didn't expect Katrina Higgins, who was also reported to be taking care of herself in a recent report, to move her actions at this time now.

It's Rachel that comes to mind shortly afterwards.

Rachel's journey dates......

Shit, it's about time we were in Busque territory.

If Katrina Higgins finds out in any way that Rachel is in Busque territory. If that's why you escaped.

The aim... is Rachel?

If so, there is imminent danger to Rachel.

Immediately, if you don't move immediately.

Given the possibilities, the force enters the fist that you grip unknowingly.

"Cyril, call Theodore now"

When I wove the jacket I was taking off for the workout in a mess, Cyril replied "Ha" to my instructions and left the workout yard behind.

As it were, when I tried to follow the scene early enough.

"Do you want to move Theodore,? Your Highness, how do you intend to exchange it?

"Count..."

"On Miss Marcel's side is Leonie, and Roger. I will not let Miss Rachel suffer one wound."

Count Milicier, who held back, turns a stern gaze at me.

The look already belongs to the intimidating Knights Commander.

"Oh. Of course I trust you about the knights.

But you escaped from that monastery in Saint Louis, so there must be some collaborators. "

"Really? Thank you for your trust in the Knight."

I guess the Count brought calm back to me by daring me to stop now.

When Rachel gets involved herself, I understand she can't stay calm.

I can still tell from the demonic stone of the necklace I gave Rachel that there is no danger to Rachel.

Still, I can't rest assured until Rachel understands it's safe.

I can't get to her right away.

"If you're one lady, you can't be any match for a knight. More of a problem is putting Katrina Higgins on the table and who moves behind. I can't be relieved unless the possibility of that guy targeting Rachel is denied.

Count Milicier, can you give me a hand? "

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Rachel, please.

Please stay safe.

Only that wish swirls through me over and over again.