153 141. Butch!

Did you find out I came to the front door, slowly raising the head that Mr. Clarier was lowering?

"Dear Ravelt, I apologize during the meal"

How did you know that while you were eating? Smell that?

"No, that's good, but what can I do for you?

I'm just not going to be too friendly with what happened yesterday going around in my head.

"Yes, I asked here because Mist asked me to confirm Raveld's convenience because he wanted to apologize for yesterday's incident. When will it be okay?

Even if they say so ~. To be honest, it's a pain in the ass to get involved anymore. So I don't have to apologize, so I'd like you to go home to Celia.

"You don't have to apologize to me. Because it doesn't matter to me. Bye."

When I tried to close the door.

"Wait."

And now I hear voices that I don't want to hear number one. What about Mr. Clarier?!? Looking back at those who spoke in such a way. I guess this was unplanned.

"Mr. Clarier. Didn't you come here to ask for a convenient time?

"... excuse me, Master Raveld. Can I have a moment, please?

When I nod, Mr. Clarier bows his head and walks down to Prince Mistgart, the person who supposedly came on his own. And...

"Me and a little... Huh!

"Are you an idiot!

Mr. Clarier eagles at Prince Mistgart's head. Iron claw. Plus, Prince Mistgart is floating a little off the ground. Mr. Clarier, you're scared.

"Ahhh! Ku, Clarier! It hurts!"

"What do you think I'm here to confirm time for! This time it must be because the prince said he wanted to apologize because he was totally bad!

So in order for them to see that this one is bad, I came to check the time to make sure it was not at Mist's convenience, but at Ravelt's convenience!

If you come out, Master Raveld won't be able to say no! Are you licking them!

Merriment, merriment, you can hear me all the way. You're gripping with a lot of strength. You're quite angry, Mr. Clarier.

"Yeah, but he's trying to turn it down..."

"Even if they say no! I guess it's hard to ask again and again then! Does Master Mist really think you are wrong!?

"Oh, because I think, this hand... whoops!

Whoa, Mr. Clarier threw away Prince Mistgart, who had grabbed it in his hand. Prince Mistgart finally stopped after bouncing about three times. And Mr. Clarier...

"I'm sorry, Master Ravelt! Back once today and see you later......"

And I came to apologize. I have trouble getting apologized for so many times. It's not Mr. Clarier's fault. Besides, the next time I do it again, it's troublesome even if it's as noisy as it is today.

"... just listen to Mr. Clarier excuse me. Please come inside."

When I say that, Mr. Clarier brightens his face with Paaaa. Like yesterday, it's a feminine soft gaze, unlike a stabbing gaze.

This one is better...... so Mr. Clarier smiled and dragged Prince Mistgart here. What's going on with the two subordinate relationships? Well, don't you dare come in.

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"... I knew I wasn't going to let you in"

"Ha! I envy you for collecting all these beautiful places. Lord Leivert. As much as anyone wants me to give in. How about now, Miss Aeris, why don't you and I go to the kingdom of Sealia?

How many houses is this guy talking about people's fiancées? I'm gonna bust you, Olah!

"Fine. I have Ray."

Aeris giggles back, but his eyes aren't laughing. That one looks beautiful. Everyone else feels alike. Alexia has raised her twin bells to her waist at some point.

"Well, that's a shame. So how about you? Now you can go for the balls, right?

"Hey, ha, let go!

And the next target was Priscia. I hate it when Priscia looks like she's never seen it before. Priscia laughs happily and makes me look like that even though her face is cute. I'm angry about that. So...

"... Prince Mistgart. Can you just get down to business? Or I'll kick your ass!

I speak while releasing magic exclusively to Prince Mistgart. Come on, or we're not gonna leave Chile behind, are we?

"Oh, whoa. Okay, so suppress that magic."

"Then talk to me."

Ask while I'm fingering my desk.

"I came here today to apologize to Lord Ravelt." Fine. Yes, we're done talking, so welcome home. "... No, hey."

I've decided not to shy away from this prince anymore. So let me talk to you by my standards. The king will forgive you, too. As of yesterday, it looks like Aeris is talking.

Well, should I do that in the king's seat? That's with the nanol being licked. I pointed to the front door.

"Come on, goodbye. I'll never see you again."

"Ma, wait. It's not just about apologies."

"Then what is it? Just say it."

"Come to Sealia and help me." I don't like it. Welcome home "... Huh?

How far is this prince with the head screw removed? Mr. Clarier in the back is laughing through the shadows too. Carol and the others look so pathetic.

There's nothing more to talk about, so when I tried to urge him to go home again, Prince Mistgart stood up and

"Lord Ravelt, isn't that much of anything! I can't believe that I, the second prince of the kingdom of Shelia, have bowed my head so far and tried to go home without listening in detail."

I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. What the hell is this guy talking about? You're not activating my skills? The women around me have also shut up too much about words and deeds.

"... su, ha, su, ha. Phew, I'll say it again at the end. Can you please go home?

This is my last patience. No more...

"So what are you talking about! What's that attitude when I'm asking for it straight away!

Butch!

"Lightning Clothes Activated"

I activate thunderbolt magic and beat Mistgart straight up. There's a hole in the wall of the house, but I'm so pretty that I don't care about that.

"It's the limit of patience now! I'll kick your ass!

"Ray, hey! It doesn't taste good as it is! Everybody stop!

I guess the women figured out that I had exceeded the limits of my patience. Everyone sees my body and tries to stop it. Mr. Clarier shudders gawdly, blocking Mistgart from going ahead from the hole he flew away from.

Nor could I be on my way until I shook off the women trying to stop them with my body up.

After I solved the magic, I asked Mr. Clarier to take Mistgart home, and Mr. Clarier swore that Mistgart would never let me out again.

I held the women in order until this frustration subsided.