Chapter 19

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19. Ulysses' Trap (After)

 After receiving the pillow, the young lady took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and put all her strength into it――punching forward.
 Bosuuu! ! !
 Then, although most of it was absorbed by the feathers, the impact that could not be suppressed made the air shake.
 
 Eh, what is this, scary.
 
 In front of me, who turned pale, the young lady repeatedly threw her heavy fist into the pillow. Buzz, bash, bash.
 Harold stared at it expressionlessly.
 
“That female raccoon dog……!!”
 
 Dobashy! ! And the lady who sent her right straight like her bullet, this time kicked her knee into her pillow. Her thin arms catch her pillow as she flies and hits the wall and bounces back.
 It looks like a wounded beast as it straightens its posture and sighs with its disheveled hair.
 She grabbed the edge of the slightly deformed pillow with both hands and let out a scream at the last minute, but she let go of her strength just before it broke.
 
"... It's a pity that it can't be used. This child wasn't born for this."
"You're kind."
 
 Harold said the same lines as me earlier.
 uhm... what's that?
 The young lady handed over the pillow to Harold and turned to face me, bowing her head deeply.
 
"I apologize for showing you an unsightly side. I, Earl Farming, belong to my daughter, Margaret. I was escorting Elizabeth-sama by Harold-sama's order, and that woman, Danu... Ulysse-sama, gave me the exchange conditions. When Ulysse-sama became the queen, she told me to make a false accusation in order to turn over our house to the marquis house, so I did it.”
"Too Much Information"
 
 Miss Margaret, who spoke in one breath, shut her mouth at my words this time.
 I also have a certain level of understanding, so I can follow along. Check while pressing the temple.
 
“In other words, you are the bodyguard that I ordered Harold to wear, and Miss Ulysse, without knowing that, chose you as an accomplice to trap Elizabeth.”
"I'm the left. Lady Danu... I can prove that Ulysse-sama gave a false informant."
 
 Miss Margaret put her hand on her chest and took an oath.
 I see. This proves that Miss Ulysses was trying to make Elizabeth her villainous daughter with her baseless rumors. In the unlikely event that Miss Ulysses were to act publicly, Elizabeth's reputation would not be harmed.
 
“Even so, the effect of 《Charm》 is terrifying, isn’t it? If I hadn’t heard from Harold-sama, I might not have been able to resist it. It's gone."
"I forgot to take care of it."
 
 At Harold's calm retort, Miss Margaret said, "Oh," and covered her mouth.
 Was Harold holding a pillow because he thought it was necessary to get rid of the influence of 《Charm》 from his own experience? Where he came from is still a mystery...
 
"Why don't you take a day off tomorrow? I'll tell you what the lesson is about."
 
 Harold said while holding the returned pillow under his arm.
 Certainly, Miss Margaret wasn't touched for a moment like Harold, but a hand was placed on her shoulder and she came alongside Miss Ulysse. Even though she looks calm, she must be very exhausted mentally.
 After all, Harold was so kind that I had never seen him before.
 
"But if I rest, Elizabeth-sama's escort."
"Miss Aiden will be there."
 
 Guard, are you still there?
 
"That's right, but... I can't accept that Aiden is by Elizabeth-sama's side while I'm resting. Run away."
"The daughter of the Duke of La Montrivre shouldn't want you to do something unreasonable."
"..."
"If you think you're not feeling well, take a rest. Okay? It's a shame for the Earl Farming family if you fall down in front of your escort."
"... I understand. If you mention Elizabeth-sama's name..."
 
 Leaving me behind, the two ended the conversation, and Miss Margaret reluctantly shrugged her shoulders.
 
"Then, please excuse me for this. Your Highness, please be sure to expose the evil deeds of Ulysse-sama."
“Umu.
 
 I nodded arrogantly, but I felt the pressure, "You know what will happen if Elizabeth-sama is even slightly offended, right?"
 Miss Margaret, I feel like Elizabeth Mompe, just like me and my parents.
 Miss Margaret left the classroom with an elegant bow that made her feel strong. Harold shook his head in dismay.
 
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. The Farming family tends to have feelings for their escorts... I always tell them that they have both strengths and weaknesses as escorts."
"That's fine, but how many guards does Elizabeth have?"
 
 When I asked, Harold started folding his fingers with a straight face.
 
“When I became His Highness’ fiancée, I had one bodyguard by His Majesty. because it was orderedassassinAssassinI added two people, Miss Margaret and Miss Aiden, who can also respond to Please be assured that they are all women.”
“Perhaps the friends who had a study session with Elizabeth?”
"Half of them are escorts."
 
 Is that so. Harold is the only one for me, but Elizabeth is surrounded by five bodyguards. It's reassuring. Don't worry, don't worry. I'm not lonely
 Oh, the thrush is chirping outside the window.
 
"Are you unsatisfied?"
"No... yeah, I think Elizabeth is loved."
 
 Especially my father, I love you more than my own son.
 Judging from Miss Margaret's appearance, the guards must have taken Elizabeth more seriously than she was just an escort target. Surrounded by her friends, Elizabeth is enjoying her school life without me.
 I didn't know how to express my complicated feelings, so I kept silent. Harold respectfully bowed and opened the door.
 Let's go back to the royal palace.
 
"Yes..."
 
 I have Harold. A man who can be called a close friend who is a breast brother and has been with her since childhood.
 I shake off my strangely bitter feelings and raise my head.
 And then, the white frilled pillow that Harold was holding came into view.
 
"What are you going to do about it?"
"...I'll take it home."
"... you know, Miss Margaret is your..."
"A cousin and a childhood friend."
 
 So what? I couldn't say anything more with the absolute zero gaze directed at me.

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