"Sir, Sir Escalante... !"
As soon as I turned around the corridor split on both sides, a lady's scream-like shout
flew through the back of my head. As he unintentionally stopped walking, his voice
suddenly drew closer with the sound of quick steps. "Excuse me, could you please help us? The Countess suddenly complains of extreme dizziness and I don't know what to do. There are only weak women here... ."
Before he could get any more lame excuses, Kassel put on his gloves, which he had
already half taken off. A look of boredom appeared on his tired face for a moment, but that was all.
Eventually, looking back at the noble ladies, it was the face of the blunt but kind noble man.
"... ... ."
The woman who came closest looked at him, lost in words, as if lost in words. As she looked at him for a moment, her eyes were instantly enchanted. Like all the women of Ortega's court, or the sodomy who are satisfied.
In the former case, it was a little boring, and in the latter case, it was absolutely disgusting, but there was only one cause anyway. that he is too handsome.
And as the son of the most prestigious family, Ortega is always the most handsome man in the mentor company.... .
"ma'am?"
Sometimes it was so good that someone couldn't even speak. If one day I could even pluck out the voyeuristic eyes of those old sodomy men, it would be only the best thing in a hundred.
He had a straight smile on top of the somewhat blunt impression typical of a naval
officer. Unlike his dazzling blonde hair, the hard line on his lips, which had even given
him a stoic feeling, softened in an instant. Her woman had become her face that was
lost in her wanderings, and she shook her head swiftly, as if belatedly remembering her duty.
"...Oh so! He waited for a gentleman who could ask for help to pass by, but no one
showed up after waiting for a long time. How fortunate to have Sir Escalante appear in such a time of crisis.... !"
Cassel's eyes went beyond the ordinary lady standing right in front of her, and towards the other lady, who was leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. It's not very
familiar, but to some extent it's a familiar face.
The two women standing next to her suddenly began to tremble all sorts of things.
Rubbing her hands, fanning her... .Can you breathe, can you walk straight? Those are
the clear questions to listen to. It's not like I'm going to ask you about these things now.
In a real emergency, anyone would have rushed to the banquet hall just two minutes
away for the noble Countess, but it seems that no one did.... ... .
"...Really, you look desperate."
It really wasn't an emergency at all. From the outset, they had been waiting because
there was no such thing as a wagon or a kind gentleman to carry the poor woman to her cabin.
When a banquet is held at the court, Kassel exits the banquet hall, where he usually
goes, and what road he uses, all of which are woven into the calculations. Because they were only waiting for Kassel. Cassel nodded her head politely and walked towards the Countess, who had finally started to sink down the wall. And she recalled the fact that her husband was the Count of Portillo, who had died a year ago, perhaps around this time.
