I got out of the woods with my magic formation.

promptly, precisely, from the forest to the hare.

"What?"

"... Huh?

I'm out.

- - It was supposed to be.

"... why, you"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

But for some reason, there is an enemy in front of me, an abomination.

He's wearing black Knights clothes, and he's got long golden hair tied behind him. There's an eye that's rounded and exposed to dumb surfaces.

You look like you've been watered on your sleeping face, like that.

No, or rather than say right in front of me, I'm shaped to be pushing the bastard down the floor... on a horseback ride.

Wait, what is this situation? Can someone explain it to me?

Long, water-colored hair took a paralysis on the cheek of the opponent who was pushing him down.

Whether that touched the eye a little or the motion of repeated blinking in small pieces enters the view.

"Why, you."

I thought it was a dream, and for now I pull his cheek, not mine, to see if it's real. Then I paid him for his hair.

Certainly the feel is real. Warm and slippery skin. It's not an illusion.

Plus my hand, pulling my cheek, is grabbed by his hand and stops moving. The feeling of being grabbed was real too.

"Real...?

I also feel that my disappointed body, my shoulder width, is wider than it was six months ago. I don't think it's the same grade. Plenty of growth. His face was as neat as ever, and his red eyes peeking through his longer forehead had a cool atmosphere, although he seemed to have a fever like a flame.

"Come on, it's heavy."

"To?"

"Do you enjoy being on top of me that much? Nothing good, but let me throw it at you."

A flame caught my sight.

No, you're not good.

"- - - - Hey, hey!

Hurry and retreat from the top of Rockman.

Could the metastasis have failed? Then again, I set up a goddess stick and slap it on the floor.

"No, wait."

But Rockman approached me and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to his side. Oops, and I'm about to fall in on three beats with my foot, but I'm gonna step on it somehow. Dangerous.

As for this one, I don't even want to get close, but I try to wave, but I hear voices from around me that sound like hissos.

I turned slowly to the signs of a glitch at the edge of my sight.

"What is it?

"Is that definitely not Hell?

"What are you doing here?"

Women I've seen. Those were the kids at school.

"What happened to the mansion security!

An old gentleman with a moustache, screaming with a pipe.

"Who is that woman?

Young man.

"You commoners have been intruding!

On my back, something cold ran.

If you calmly look around again to see if it was some kind of party, you'll see a courtier, lady, or gentleman in a beautiful dress talking in a beautiful space with one hand.

A number of decorated luxurious assembly lights were sagged from the western ceilings. The light of the candle reflects on the vitreous and sparkles. On a white tabletop table with seemingly high four-legs, this is another beautiful meal that looks hesitant to put in your mouth. I don't know the taste. It's like I've never even eaten it. The slightly scented scent of flowers is the perfume worn by the women? I thought so, but maybe it's the scent of the Harnade flowers that are decorated. and rethink. A good, refreshing and slightly sweet aroma.

And at least it was very out of place for me in a white hare uniform.

They still failed the magic and came somewhere else.

"Hare...... don't you?

Plus multiple, no, all the human beings on this scene have all kinds of thoughtful gazes at me.

I've just transferred and I haven't chased you to this mysterious situation yet, but I'm sure I'm an intruder. Might or might not be suspicious.

So naturally, why did I come here in the first place? Which mansion is it? I should have hared the destination for sure......

"What, that? No!"

Or, Mr. Zozo, where are you? Where'd he go?

I can't see him looking right or left. It was the same whether I looked at the cow or the front. You can't look up there, but you're not there.

We flew in a magic formation together, and I just thought I might have flown, and I left you in the woods, you know, there's no such thing as that.

You know, I left that monster in a place where it was, and if it was, I wouldn't laugh. I want to rub my forehead on the ground and apologize until I bleed. We have to find her before we can talk.

"I may have left my senior worker in the woods. We have to hurry."

Plus there's no Lara I was putting on my shoulder, or Mr. Zozo's pull. What should I do?

"Just wait."

Rockman pulls me in the opposite direction even now trying to leave the scene.

Yeah, why do I have to wait, trying to shake my grabbed arm again, but I'm not even scared.

If this happens, I masquerade the operation to freeze my hands and let them go.

But I can't do anything bad because whoever sees it must be me. If it's true, I should apologize for suddenly pushing it down and unjustly entering such a lavish hall...

"Who is that girl? How long have you been with Mr. Alwes?

"Oh, that's not intimacy or anything, Mother. That's from the school I was at, the same age. What a powerless woman to challenge that Alwes, not like your mother said."

"That's right."

It's true, isn't it?

Unh nod yourself to those words you hear from the corner.

I'm not close. He's my enemy.

I remember them well because they were in the same classroom as me.

As far as my face goes, I may have had some kind of party at the nearby nobles today.

"Hey, hey, let go of me."

The rock man standing up is superior to my height. Plus the hand grabbing my arm was huge with my thumb and middle finger around my arm and fingertips stuck to each other.

I feel like my arm is just a stick.

He's in the Knights. He says he has more chances out there than I do, but his skin is white and I envy him. It was extra because I was wearing black knight clothes. The likely golden hair to the shoulder is bracketed in one behind and feels elegant somewhere.

I used to have a sweet face like a woman, but now I had a weird story sparkling with the addition of youth-specific sharpness there. Yes, it's sparkling.

"Well, I'm sorry I took the liberty of coming in"

....

There's nothing good about being self-respecting forever. Be a good adult now. I won't move on unless I can divide it somewhere.

Because I've never honestly apologized to Rockman, the face that comes at me for apologizing is Kyoton. Not a dumb surface, not a true face, a strange face.

"But we have to go fast,"

I'm coming, Mr. Zozo! Lara! Pull!

"Alwes, what's going on? There was a woman in front of the mansion making some noise... Hmm? Who's that girl?

Father.

"I'm not supposed to be allowed in there except for the nobles. Though we had a day party before the court ball tonight, are you going to escort Duchess Carola? Do you want to accompany that daughter?

To the gentleman who suddenly appeared, I stopped moving.

Whoever Rockman called his father was beautiful and sturdy, dressed in blue horseback riding clothes and with a splendid jawbeard. Her hair is brown and doesn't look much like Rockman's. He has powerful eyes. Is it because the eyebrows are riddled and brave?

But is this the third Duke of Rockman, Michael Arnold? He's the first person I've seen.

But you said you had a luncheon, which means is this the Duke of Rockman's mansion? Finally, Koz's home.

"Right?"

His pale eyes are staring at Rockman's arm.

The Duke seemed to be making some huge mistake.

"No, no, Duke! Totally wrong to consider, don't worry!

Disturbing air may flow from the ladies who reacted to the words of the Duke of Rockman. I feel the color of the gaze, which was so vague until now, has increased sharpness somewhat. I don't want to. Stop. That's not true. The Duke looks at me in panic with pleasure. Why do you have such a spare look when your own son is talking to such a common man, and you're making a weird mistake?

Rockman on the other hand (son) still keeps his hands off my arm without reading the air. What the hell.

"Ha,... Father. I would have said that and been seen behind the pillars from earlier. Make as many jokes as you want. And, Hel, the man you were talking about, the senior at work, is probably outside this mansion."

Speaking of which, the Duke just now, a noisy woman? He said.

"Huh? Outside?

"There is a technique applied to this place so that no one can break in except the Duke's man who trusts him. If a stranger breaks in, the man wanders through an endless maze, just as he is sent out."

"But how do you know seniors are out there?

"Because I'm the one who hung this technique. The hooked human appearance is transmitted directly to my brain. Beautiful woman with brown skin, isn't she?

What kind of technique is that? I've never heard that before, but was that just something I didn't know about? When I asked subtly where I learned such a trap-like magic, I was told it was selfish, so I felt dizzy. I didn't expect you to make your own magic. It's a shock like getting hit in the head.

After graduation, he said they were all full of what he had to do, but even though he hasn't been in the Knights for a year, he carries the task of captain of the First Platoon, and beside him, he thinks magic by his own power and goes by the role of man. Above me, pushing through more than that. I can no longer see the top. When can I beat him?

Or does that mean, Mr. Zozo, that he got out of the woods with me, but he got hooked up to the Duke's house ritual and wandered the maze, and he got poised outside?

I'm sorry, Mr. Zozo!

I'm sorry!

I can't apologize enough to her.

"Duke, I'm sorry I went in illegally! I'm so sorry! I failed my magic at work, watered my luncheon, and really..."

Now it's time to wave Rockman's hand off his mind and make a flat apology to the Duke of Rockman. That lowered my head enough that I was about to plunge into the floor already. That I don't like Rockman, but it has nothing to do with this guy who is the Duke.

The guy who let go of his hand was more grown up than I thought and he didn't complain or say anything.

"Well, well, look up. Well, that outfit is from Hare's place. I was surprised, but I thought it would be better if I saw something interesting. Looks like you're in a hurry for that, but are you okay?

"I am truly sorry! Yes, I was in a hurry, to demons..., nothing."

"Demons?"

A sharp gaze was pointed at me by Rockman, who spat the word demon.

Bad. I almost leaked investigative information to someone else that I hadn't even brought back to Hare at risk.

He asks me again, "What's wrong with the demon?" but looks in the direction of the day after tomorrow and turns away. Absolutely. We also have a thing called confidentiality.

You gave up after a while, and you stopped looking at me like I was shooting at you. It's not comfortable.

Maybe it's about him putting himself in a place called the Knights, so I was a little concerned. The Knights can't help it because the demons are burning their hands, too.

"So where were you going?"

That's what Rockman said and wrinkled between his eyebrows. He's still turning a grumpy face. Did you not teach your parents to wrinkle so much...... that they will look like that in the future? Humans, they say everyday habits affect old age, so you have to be careful.

Though I can't remember smiling back at him because I don't remember much.

"To Hare, I was going"

Though in the same school year, the opponent is the Duke's son. Not to say a good enemy, Duke Son. Say he's annoying, son of a duke.

Now, as a courtesy, I returned it in a respectful tone.

Reminds me of what Miss Maris said before. It's good while you're at school, but if you see Rockman outside in a situation where there are other nobles, never speak in a cheerful tone.

She doesn't mind being casual to herself, but she was advised (Maris clouded her there) that something was going on in the aristocratic world.

I really did use more respect now, but, Maris... is everything all right?

"Heh, yeah"

Then the wrinkles between Rockman's eyebrows stretched and the next moment he began to grin disgustingly. What a bastard. Funny. If it weren't for the Duke's son, he'd be the best, brightest and most talented guy in a beauty shape like you, or something...

But it is a howl of losers.

I don't want to be any more miserable, so let's just not speak ill at this time (not ill at all if you think calmly).

"But I came here for some reason."

When flying in the magic formation, you must have definitely thought of Hare. The Magic Book also says, 'Throw away the clutter you don't need, and put just one in your own soul'.

I am only right.

Only right......

"Second place!

....

Exactly......

"Second place!

......

That pass......

"Second place!

Sooo......

"... Holy crap"

I fall off my knees.

On a beautiful marble floor, with my dirty dirty hands, I cried without tears.

Must have been then.

When my mind was killed (or killed) by the word "second place" released by Mr. Zozo at the end.

It's already like a menstrual phenomenon, and I've got his face on my mind with regret. Bitter memories of that school day. Sweetness is not as good as sugar grains.

What an unconsciousness. I didn't know I was this stupid. I've been so focused, and trying to make a mistake with this can be a heck of a day if my real, real life is about to be threatened.

"Okay."

"When I transfer, my son... maybe it's because I've thought about Master Alwes"

"Hmm..."

Standing up flirtatious, I turned to the Duke.

The Duke nods at my words and strokes his jaw. Nice jawbeard.

"... wait, I wonder if there's any other way to put it. Please don't do this because your father has a weird misunderstanding. I guess I was thinking about you anyway."

Rockman who was lying down, no. It's tricky because there are two Rockmen on this occasion, so shall I call them Alwes and in my heart?... No, I knew I'd stop. I don't like it. I don't like names. I can't even call this guy by his name, even though he hasn't called that Saturners name. I can't even call it in my heart.

Rockman, who was lying down, says so with his arms in his arms.

"I won't be bothered. It's a very serious idea, a real one."

"So I wonder if there's any other way to put it. You must be really stupid, poor thing."

........

A man as insensitive as an iron plate. I could see a bump of blue muscle floating in my temple.

Patience, patience, nanary. If I say it back here, the common people will make fun of me for not having common sense either. I can't say anything back because I've already broken in. I'm a fool. Still as a wizard, he is immature as an official of Hare. I've done something wrong to Mr. Zozo, and I need to hold a reflection today. Alone, of course.

"Duke. What can I say apologize for, but could you accept this if it's not annoying? It's not suspicious."

Remove one piece of yellow paper from the sachet and give it to the Duke.

"Hmm? This is from the Ancient Magic Formation"

"It's an absolute defense. It can only be used once, but it creates a wall of defense that no one can break. Don't worry about guys like me breaking in."

"But you couldn't possibly write this, could you?

........

I look at the magic formation and they say it's smudging.

This is what I was writing for one day. I'm letting the stick absorb it, but just in case.

"My boys are excellent. They'll pull what I say, but my face is good. Magic is also a gift of nature. The beauty of being able to do anything. He's smart."

I just thought my son's pride had begun, but for some reason I know he's going to pull it off at the beginning, so I can hear you say it's because of me. Because I don't dislike the content (or because it's true), I listened quietly.

However, I don't like the praised product, and I turn around and drink fruit liquor.

Ho, find his weakness. Is it a bad idea to be praised by your parents, or is it?

"I guess it's because I have such a son. It's only been a few minutes since I met you in person, but I can tell you're a genius of hard work. Alwes told me you were a loser-averse, mouthless student, but what, you're a good, uplifting lady"

It was me who was niggling, but I opened my eyes and solidified at the words that came out of the Duke's mouth.

I hate to lose, mouth, bad, student.

I stare at Rockman. He's telling his parents something.

I don't like to lose or have a bad mouth,... although I certainly wouldn't go wrong with that but I wouldn't tick it off to my parents. If you're your own parent, you don't feel comfortable with other people's parents thinking that. Very bad. I'm uncomfortable. I can't sleep.

Remember later. Watch your back at night.

My eye-catching eyes tend to stretch with strange faces.

Then you found someone you wanted, hey Shelly, or something, and you went away. You womanizer.

...... hmm?

The Duke now said, 'I heard you were a pupil who hated losing and had a bad mouth'. But I have never met her before, not to mention my name. How did you know I was the one student who hated that loss and had a bad mouth?

"Keep the magic team dear."

Putting a finger on his chin and thinking about it, he puts the paper back in his hand.

"But..."

"What can I say instead, will you ask me for one favor?

Now that Rockman is gone, it will be me and the Duke.

"Please, every? What is it?

"Will you sneak up to the royal palace ball tonight?"

"... Yes?

I think it's empty ears, and I listen back.

Royal Palace Ball? to, sneak me in...?

I didn't know what he was talking about and it solidified again for a few seconds.

"There's something I want to make sure of. I was just about to ask someone."

Ignoring me like that, the Duke keeps talking.

I thought Rockman and the Duke weren't alike. It's me, but the foreword is withdrawn. I feel something definitely similar that isn't what it looks like.

"Confirm.. what?

"I can't tell you that, but I want you to act as I say"

Meditate one eye, please, she said.

I want the courage to turn down every wish of the Duke. I was wondering if there was anything I could do to apologize for the inconvenience, but my wish for you to break into the Royal Palace Ball isn't very much, but it's too awesome. I'm sorry about breaking into people's houses. Why is that necessary in the first place? I was curious to ask why, but I couldn't ask why.

To me and the Duke talking in confidence, the people around me stare at me with suspicious eyes. I think it's primarily a gaze at me.

But there, the eyes of the young women are not mixed.

As soon as Rockman, son of the Duke, was away from me, all the beautiful courtiers he had watched in the far-roll had gathered around him. I may have thanked him for the first time. It got a little easier.

But I have to get out of this place quickly, find Mr. Zozo, and get back to Hare...

Seeing me bewildered, the Duke took out his own white handkerchief and cast magic on it.

Fluffy and floated in front of me. It is the magic of the Duke that writes the letters. I don't know what it says because the surface is hitting the waves, but I want you to come to where you wrote it here, I was told in my ear.

"I have a job, so it's hard to get around very early, but will it be okay?"

"I don't mind by the time the star bell rings. Even that time will suffice."

"Really?"

My job ends before that star bell rings. Time for the bells to ring is more or less enough time for the average family to start eating dinner. Maybe a little later than that again. I work hours in the evening because I work day shifts. We can all go home before dinner.

"Shall I call her here, my lady says?"

"Huh?"

With that said, the Duke rattles his fingers in both hands with a pattin. Then Dosun fell from the ceiling, and a man fell.

"Hey, Mr. Zozo!?

"Oh no, nanary! You worried about me!?

"Mr. Zozo!

It was Mr. Zozo who fell.

Lara and Pull are there.

I hug her body and lack half a beard while checking to see if she's hurt anywhere. Against me apologizing so many times for being sorry, he slapped me in the forehead saying that if they apologized so much, I wouldn't be angry from the start but I'd feel more guilty.

Then the Duke took the two trespassers to the front of the mansion and sent us off to Hare.

"Is it good for me? I'd rather ask someone from another nobleman than a little girl I just met."

On your return, check with the Duke again.

The white handkerchief held was in a sachet.

"You're the good one. Appropriate."

Of what?