Never Going Home Again! ~ Since I Was Persecuted, I Should Repay the Favor, or Else I'll Be Unr

The next thing that came was a well-kept garden with lawns laid down.

Maybe it's a place to have a garden party.

"From the center to the north of this large garden, access is forbidden because it leads to the royal neighbourhood. You can't go in there except with permission, because even if you get close, the line is stretched."

That's what Mr. Marx said, knocking the junction concocted.

There are indeed windowsill-like walls.

This won't even get you in by mistake.

"There's a greenhouse across the arch. There are places to rest, so let's go there."

I headed into the greenhouse, prompted by Mr. Marx.

When I went inside, I was surprised that the colorful flowers were blooming.

"Wow...... beautiful!

"I'm glad you liked it. Wait here for a while."

"Yes."

Mr. Marx walked me out into the middle of the greenhouse.

I waited on the spot, looking at the various flowers, large and small, that were around me.

After a while, I heard the greenhouse door open.

Looking back, wondering if Mr. Marx would have come back, there stood his sister Margaret.

He wears a piece of the same vibrant color as he was at home.

I'm just wondering if it's because your hair looks a little bumpy?

Margaret screamed from my head to my toes, after looking back over and over again.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

I was too scrupulous to do it... that's what my mother and Margaret used to say when I was at home.

The maids and cooks who were at home told me to overhear and forget those words.

"Redeem for my clothes! This is an order!

Orders!... These are the words my mother used a lot.

This is the first time Margaret has told me...

My mother gave birth to me, so I thought I should obey orders.

But being ordered even by my sister is crazy...... right?

These clothes were prepared for the room in the first place.

If it's in my room, Margaret's room should have the same clothes.

Don't you need to change it?

If I kept my mouth shut, I seemed to cut the numbness, and Margaret approached me.

And I waved up my hand.

Like when I was at home, I closed my eyes thinking I'd be slapped... but nothing would be done.

Slowly opening his eyes, a knight of escort stood between me and Margaret.

"Hey, what the fuck!

"We are ordered to eliminate all those who do harm to Chelsea."

"Huh? I'm the sister of it! Don't do no harm, do no harm!

Margaret pushed the knight of the escort and tried to turn to me.

But I couldn't do that.

Because the knights quickly grabbed Margaret's arm and twisted it up.

"Ouch! Get off me!!

Where Margaret screamed so, Mr. Marx returned.

"Huh... lying...? Master Marx in pitch black!? You came to help me!

Mr. Marx came all the way to me without looking at Margaret in any way.

He has a basket that smells delicious in his arms.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I've kept snacks."

After Mr. Marx laughed nicely, he held me up lightly with his arm that was not holding the basket.

"Huh!?

"Come on, hold on tight so you don't fall"

I embraced Mr. Marx's neck, or his head, to keep him from falling as he had told me.

"Why... why are you ignoring me!? Master Marx! Master Marx!!

I heard Margaret screaming, but Mr. Marx took his steps without worrying.