253 The visit of the reincarnated princess.

Hanayin-chan has returned to Earth.

I promised to see you again, so I don't feel sorry for you.Even though I know that, it's true that I feel lonely.

I made sweets to reflect on the time I had.

I ran out of white rice flour, so I baked it normally this time.

Madeleine cooked well, but eating alone seemed to make her lonely.

I wanted to eat with someone, and Leonhardt's face came to mind first.

I know I shouldn't disturb you because you seem so busy, but I'd like to see you.Ten days, ten days.The days when you can't even see your face, you plainly scraped my mind.

One or two words... no, just looking at you from a distance is fine.

It's about time Leonhardt became deficient.

"... but it's annoying, isn't it?"

In your own room.

I was sitting on the sofa, blurting out my voice as I sighed.

"Who are you talking to?"

Huh?

I was struck by voidness and my voice leaked out.

When I raised my face, Klaus and I met each other.

"Whatever..."

I know it's outrageous.

Klaus' voice, which tried to mislead her into saying nothing, made her say something.

Isn't that an offer to the Commander of the Regiment?

The basket on my lap shows my gaze [there].Of course, the contents were handmade in Madeleine.

I'm stuck in words trying to deny it.

Although the candy making itself was my distraction, I was sure that I had remembered Master Leonhard's face from the middle.Besides, I don't eat it myself, and I can't make excuses at the time of packing it in the basket.

I was somewhat embarrassed by my contradictory behavior, and I hugged him gently with both hands, trying to hide the basket.

"...... I don't mean to interrupt your work"

Murmuring excuses, she muttered them in a whisper.

A moaning voice echoed over my head.

Klaus raised his face and for some reason held it close to his heart.Before I could ask if I was feeling sick, I coughed up my teeth like I was fooling you.

His cheeks were blushing, and he knelt before me with a serious look on his face.

I don't think you're intruding.

Klaus strangely and forcefully put it down, and unexpectedly corrected his posture.

"I assure you, the Commander will never hate you."

"Klaus..."

If I show you how to handle shards roughly, I'll slash them on the spot.

Klaus?

All at once the air became disturbing.

Even though I was a little touched, I didn't have time to immerse myself.

Even if it's a joke to calm my mind, I want it to be a little more carefree and laughable.... you're kidding me, right?

I'm proud of you, but you're kidding, right?

Klaus laughed at me with a fussy look.

So, please leave it as you found it.

Klaus pushes his back, just do what he wants.

As usual, our guards were all affirmative.

Understand my thoughts and grasp the problems associated with them, not the flattering Jesus Man, and affirm them all.Rather than loyalty, Grandpa was closer to his stupid grandfather.

I don't know if that's okay, but I'm grateful for that affirmation now.

"... thank you, Klaus"

All right, let's put some temper in ourselves and then raise our hips.

Klaus stood up and looked at me like he was asking for action.

I've made it so well, I'll just give it to you as a gift.

"Okay," Klaus nodded, aiming for Mr. Leonhardt's office.

As you get closer, the tension increases.

By the time I could see the office door, I already wanted to escape.

The door opens from the inside before Klaus knocks on it.

It wasn't Leonhard who showed up.He was wearing the same outfit as Klaus, so he must be a member of the Kingsguard.

A little above that of Lord Leonhardt, probably around the time of his death.

Although there are no prominent features on the outside, it looks familiar on the gentle face where a gentle personality oozes.It must have been Master Leonhard's lieutenant.

Yes, your name is Marx.

Pale as a sign of hecticness, he seemed to be surprised for a moment by Klaus, who was outside the door.

"It's unusual. Can I help you, Commander..."

Marx, asking in a voice as soft as his face, notices my presence along the way.

He looked at me twice, with his eyes peeled off.

Please be rude.

He quickly repaired his panic, put his hand on his chest, and lowered his head.

And he dominated it with his hand, and said, Make it easy.

"Rudeness is me visiting without warning."I won't intrude on your work, so I wonder if it's okay for a little bit. "

"I understand. I'll be the leader of the regiment immediately..."

"Wait a minute."

I turned my heel back and stopped Marx trying to get back to the room.

"I don't want you to take the trouble."Will you just give it to me as an offer? "

After seeing Marx's fatigue, I was not very happy, but I didn't feel like interrupting my work.

I don't want you to take the time out of me.I wanted you to give me the time I needed for a nap.

"You're an angel..."

Marx muttered to himself as he held his head down.

It looks like I can see something I can't see, and I'm seriously worried about it.

I baked a lot, so please enjoy it if you like.

I handed over the basket, and when I tried to leave, I was stranded in a hurry.

"Please wait, can you give the offer directly to the head of the regiment?"

Huh?

"I'd be happier."

The basket I gave you once is back in my hand.

But are you busy?

Marx shook his head at me, confused.

“The workload is certainly increasing.That said, if it's the usual group leader, there's no problem at all... "

There he divided his words, and he smiled bitterly.

“It's been pretty inefficient over the last few days to see what's distracting me.”

It seems like I know the cause while blurring the words.

I felt the reliability of understanding Leonhardt, and I thought it was a little sly.Unfortunately, my mind is narrow.

"If you can speak to me, I'm sure you'll be well." Here you go. "

Although soft in tone, I don't have the option to refuse.I was driven into the office by a mysterious force.

Behind them, Klaus saw me off, and Patan and the door closed relentlessly.

Eh... wait, I'm not ready for my mind...!?

"Marx"

A voice is heard towards me, which is hardening around the door.

You can't mishear the voice of someone you love.

Buried in a pile of documents, he continues to speak without raising his gaze.

"Excuse me, can I have some tea?"I can't work my head, so I need a thick one. "

I'd be happy to make some tea, but that's not true.

Or should I return the words to Marx?

Silent with a cold sweat, he raised his face, apparently questioning it.I wonder if I'm tired, or if it's a terribly slow motion.

"Marc..."

Voices disappear along the way.

His long, sharp eyes were opened for a moment.