768 122, Sandra's Summer Vacation

Curse, it's almost ten days since I asked you to bring me from King's to Frantier's Capital. I think it's time for you guys to come home, Curse.

I was enjoying a long encounter with Steed, Serge. I properly informed him of the incident in Wang Du. We were both very surprised by the incident itself, but I wasn't too surprised by your work, Curse. Me, too.

The three of us are getting married three and a half years from now. Each is engaged at the time they graduate from their current school, then the next one...... I graduate from High School and Steed from Kingsguard College and Serge from Aristocratic College...... then they get married.

Nominally I dowry in the Michalon family in Serge, and Steed in son-in-law to me like that. It is not unusual to have a polygamous wife in the Kingdom of Roland. Except in the case of nobles or wealthy civilians. I am a former nobleman and now a critical civilian. It wasn't strange that both my brother and I would have fallen into the slave class without a fall tournament at Frantier and three consecutive years of victory.

Serge is a junior nobleman, but he'll be the head of the Michallon family. Steed is also a junior nobleman, but he can almost certainly be a Kingsguard knight. And me too...

Curse, I can't believe the academics I learned from you are so useful. I don't know how many times you've helped me already. I can't afford to pay for my body. Well... paying with your body would be a betrayal to Alex, and it wouldn't be possible.

You're unresponsive, Curse, even though Steed and Serge will be happy when I get there. I also have pride because I am a woman. That's about as good as Alex can tell that neither face nor body can compete...

Curse, what a beautiful sister of an adventurer you've been deleading! I'll be right in your face.

"Um, Sandra...... good morning.

"Morning. You slept a lot.

I was with Serge last night. This is your mansion, by the way, Curse. Don't hesitate to let me use it. Serge's room isn't so bad, but it's a dorm over there.

The maid here is so sweet. Even though our Lord is away, he takes good care of us. However, that is not an attitude towards the guests, it is also like a parent who adores my child.

"What can I get you for breakfast?

"The maids here are good cooks, aren't they? You want to eat it every day for what you say. Curse, I think you said it tasted like your mother.

"My mother is an old saying, isn't she? Really, Curse, I know all the weird things about you.

While we enjoy that conversation, we head to the dining room.

"Good morning. Will it be breakfast?

Could it have been a rookie maid?

"Yeah, please. Is Steed awake yet?

"Yes. They're out in the garden. I hear you two will have breakfast together when you wake up, so please wait a moment.

Exactly. Steed is early in the morning and always lacks archery. You don't seem to be too chronic to be the best in the kingdom. Serge seems to have been keeping the chief ever since the summer of third grade, and he's past me.

"Good morning, Sandra and Serge.

"Morning, Steed. You're doing your best today.

"Morning. You're so sweaty. Is that a bath before you go out?

"No, I feel good about morning auditions. Let's do Serge once in a while. I think I'll take a bath before I go in.

Speaking of baths, the baths here are amazing. Only a handful of noblemen own a hot tub, made from Magi Trento wood. For this reason, the water is always clean and warm whenever you come in. On top of that, fatigue can be removed and magic can be restored. It's a very luxurious bath.

"It's a play today. I'm looking forward to it!

"Yeah, Frantia has a high level of theatre. Well, I've never seen theatre in Wangdu.

I've been to theater four times in the last ten days. Sometimes the three of us went, sometimes it was one or two of us. I'm totally into theater.

Comedy, tragedy, war journal, sadness. They were all funny. Why is it so funny? Because it is based on what has happened in the past, there is no doubt that you will learn.

"Thank you for waiting. Eat a lot!

It's Mr. Merlin. I brought a great amount of food in the morning.

"I'll take it.

"Especially Sandra, because the boy tells me to feed her a lot. You can't leave me, can you?

I hear that. What do you think of me, Curse? [M] Eating children? Even though I'm careful not to get fat by moderating this.

Steed and Serge are eating without difficulty. Serge's tummy is round and I like it.

Come on, we've finished our meals and we're going out. I'm going to see one in the morning and another in the afternoon. I'm looking forward to it.

This morning's performance is called "Exploring the Heroic Border".

It is the first generation of Driftus de Frantia, the ancestor of His Excellency Mr. Borderline, who is currently ruling Frantia. It was a story that brilliantly pioneered the land, which was still only part of the demonic realm, and depicted his birth from His Majesty the King at the time until he received the title of Uncle Borderline.

Oh, speaking of Uncle Borderline, I'm surprised that Curse, the unknown brother who lives in your mansion. Damien, the resident, was introduced to me, but I was surprised when Serge immediately informed me that the third son of His Excellency Uncle Borderline. Speaking of the three prodigal men, who knows why you're here? I've been listening to you because there's so much going on and you're making friends with Master Soldane. You know, Curse, there's a bunch of freaks near freaks like you.

Ah, the play culminates at last. Scenes where Master Driftus crusades the demons' boss, the Blue Blood Orgalord. There are fierce swordspears exchanged on stage. Wow... very unlikely level of actor...

"Our own glory in lieu of the lives of the dead bastards at this!

What a terrible line...... yet uninterruptedly cool...... this is the adventurer. The teaching that a man should only fight for his birth is passed on to Hishihishi.

"Deal with the dew of my Danvira and disappear!

The Blue Blood Augustus fell onto the stage with a scream of the Terminator. The passenger seat calmed down with the scene, as if everyone had forgotten to even breathe.

"Driftus Frantier picks up the hateful orga bare. Oh, no, no, no, no!

The venue is thriving there. All rise and applaud. And of course we'll slap our hands. I'll give you a voice, it's already great! Damien's ancestors, they're so cool!

Leaving the theater, we dine at a nearby café.

"That was awesome. I can still see they call me a hero on the border!

"Civilian born is even called a hero, isn't it? Isn't that amazing!

"When we graduate, why don't we go for territory? My sword and Serge, with your magic. And then Sandra becomes a lord and develops.

"That's a rare opinion for Steed.

"I don't like it. I'm sure there's nothing loco about being a senior nobleman and running a territory.

"Ha, so is that. After all, as planned, I make money and live in a big house in Kutanutu. This is it!

Did the earlier play touch Steed's harp line? It's unusual for him to be solid. And Serge is right. Alex told me that obstruction from other nobles is terrible when trying to develop demons and gain territory. If you're going to do it, Curse, it has to be far enough away that no one can get in the way like you.

The afternoon performance will be "The Depression of Villain Warrant Lady Sandra"

I'm afraid of coincidences. Sandra, the Duke's maid of honor, has a fiancé since childhood, Prince Heinz. But the prince is attracted to the bruising tricks, words and deeds of François, the daughter of a junior nobleman. On top of that, Sandra was set to wear the stigma of a villain warrant lady who fell prey to François's plot. Besides, the prince tells me to break my engagement in public. To the crying Sandra, the Savior...

That's where it ended. You're from a series. A week from now... I would have liked to see it. I wonder if you could do it in Wangdu.

And François, how many men are you willing to take on your hands? A prince would be enough if he were alone. François... I used to be in my classmates...

Coincidence. Come on, let's go home.

Though not my house. Is it time for you guys to come home, Curse?