Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

Me and Eileen, the butler takes us down the hallway in the building.

I'll use the Lie Break (Ditectorai) spell in the meantime.

Whether you stop somewhat in the hallway and cast a blur or a spell, the deacon walking in front will not be noticed thanks to the effect of perception inhibition (incentive).

... Irene realizes, by the way, that for some reason, she is going to turn around so she gestures to go ahead.

But why is he so aware of me at this time? Why don't you rely on me a little too much?

Well, whatever it is, we'll be taken to the reception room.

In front of the reception room stood one rough wind man with a sword raised on his hip.

The butler gives the man the role and leaves in a gracious manner.

The man was surprised at the beauty of Irene when he saw her, but he opened the door to the reception room and urged us to go inside.

"Eileen, what do you say?

"Well, what do you mean, what?

"It's the power of the man in front of you. Can't you spot it? If you have to, it could hit you."

'Oh, it's a whole mess of fish. I can't compare myself to a knight. There's a lot of hair growing around here. "

Relieve Eileen of that response for a moment.

At that level, Eileen would be able to deal with them in a bunch.

And I stepped into the reception room with Irene.

A lower table is placed laterally in the reception room in the centre, with leather seats on the other side of it and a couch about three seaters on the front side.

There are several paintings on the walls, ornamental plants in the corners of the room, and other conditioning items that seem expensive all over the room.

I felt that the arrangement was likely to be preferred by the aristocracy obsessed with authority.

And in the room, three human beings were waiting.

Two of them are men with weapons, each standing diagonally behind a leather seat, one to the left and one to the right.

And the other was a fat middle-aged man in a brilliant aristocratic costume.

He spread his arms and walked over to us with a seemingly welcoming trick.

"Oh! I didn't think so because I heard of Knight Irene, but was it still Princess Irene! Oh, and be nice, be beautiful and... oh, excuse me, what are you talking about? Please, have a seat."

The fat aristocrat, Count Goldart, has advised Eileen to sit on the couch.

Eileen followed it and sat in the middle of the three-seater couch, and I stood on the front side of the couch, diagonally behind where Eileen was sitting.

I talk (telepathically) and ask Eileen.

"Do you know Count Goldart?

'Er... sorry, honestly I don't remember. Maybe I've been present and greeted at a party when I was a kid, to that extent...'

'I see. ─ ─ For one thing, I'll leave the cut out method to you. Attack me properly.'

"Ok. I'll try."

Irene returns a reply.

Then she rides herself forward just a little while sitting on the couch and cuts out her mouth towards Count Goldart.

"Excuse me on this sudden visit. I'd like to ask the Count a few questions, and I'm here."

Irene utters unusually firm words with a Rin bell-like voice.

Exactly. I mean, I can use outward language.

Well, there's no way we're going to talk about anything on these occasions as usual.

"Well, the princess wants to ask me something. Well, we have no idea."

Count Goldart answers with a chobbing beard on his cheek.

And to the statement "I don't have any idea," an alarm was clearly sounded in my brain by a lie nurse (detectrai).

Although there were some reactions in earlier statements, they were not as clear.

'Irene, what the Count said,' I don't know, 'is a clear lie. He has a definite idea. "

'Uh, does that mean it's black?

"The possibility of a separate case is not zero. You'd better attack from the outer moat for one second. Ask me about Alice. '

"Ri, copy."

Eileen via a meeting with me cuts out like this next time.

"Really? By the way, this court magician is asking about a man named Alice Flamelia. I'd like to ask you a few questions about her."

That Irene's words stopped perfectly with the hand that was holding Count Goldart's chobbing beard.

"... Oh, sure, that's our court magician. What is she? I'm on my way out right now, so will you talk to me later?

"No, just let me hear it from the Count's mouth and you'll be fine."

Eileen's words get a little quicker.

I know you're in a hurry, but...

From what I've seen, there's no way the Counts have noticed that discomfort.

Send a message to Eileen, reassuring her.

"Calm down, Eileen."

"Ha Ugh. I'm dying of nervousness!

'I'm fine. Imagine what it's like to fight with a sword. "

'... Huh!

I hear my advice was accurate.

The moist atmosphere that had Irene's back slightly clumped together disappeared and turned into something soothing and pitiful.