How About a Refill? ~The Elegant Tea Party of the Grand Witches~

Down the stairs, the Duke's private soldiers stood guard. Looking back at the sound of Jill's footsteps, he saw his golden eyes on his silver hair and slowly lowered his weapon.

"What are you..."

Jill has been a depressed son of the Count for a long time, so even though he is employed by the Duke, this man, who will be a civilian, doesn't have the strength to call you. However, Jill smiles nicely without worrying.

"Excuse me, can you have a little dream?

"What about it?"

When Jill held his hand in front of the man, the man was wrapped in golden light, gradually losing focus and sitting on the spot. "Well, it's a nightmare..." Jill whispered as she gazed at it.

"Well, how many more people are on this floor... We need to get this cleaned up."

That said, Jill sends a small golden magical formation to his palm. The magic team circled around Kurukuru, and several golden butterflies appeared along with pale particles of light.

"Now, lead those who stand in our way to the world of dreams."

The golden butterfly flickered with the grains of light and flew away somewhere.

Jill called the three of them and ran up the stairs again.

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"Is it really okay for him to be alone?

Saana

Miriam and Ivan, who were waiting on the stairs, were heading down to Jill alone to sleep the downstairs guard.

"I thought I'd get caught up in the words you said earlier about being vigilant."

"... I can't deny that either."

If it was just a marquis, it might still be a “strange lady”, but if Emilio were to be a princess, he would be a princess and eventually a queen.

You must live in a place where malice has never been encountered.

Miriam was saddened by Jill's words earlier that this lack of vigilance was fatal.

This could not have happened if we had been a little more vigilant.

Even if I were Ivan, I would have known that my uncle, the Duke of Santangelo, would not do anything while he still had the right to inherit the throne, but he was eventually taken out of the closed courtyard.

Besides, I am stuck in the same room as my esteemed brother's fiancée, who wanted to support me as a subordinate.

When they looked at each other, they sighed "hah..."

"The downstairs are clear. Come on, let's go. Bring the boy over here."

Jill, who was walking up the stairs with a spare expression, called out and received Robin from Miriam and held him back.

As you descend the stairs and descend to the lower level, you start walking toward the stairs to descend further down.

Except for the room where the tower had been trapped in the top room and the room where the robin on the lower floor had been trapped, there was nothing in particular to note. It only came down the stairs, but it became exceptionally wide from the lower level, and it was the remnant of the time when it was a detached palace, the passageway was also integrated, and the stairs for descending were distributed. At the time, it was built like this in case of bandits and other intrusions.

Walking down the aisle, people are sitting and falling there. Everyone is staring at the empty space with their void eyes.

(There are people down here too. How can we do this in such a short time...?

Miriam, questioning, simply followed the man's back with silver hair so as not to fall off.