Chapter 17.1 - First Outing(1)
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A carriage scurried along. I was tossed about in a rich royal cab,
“The prince is not discouraged. For there’s no way he can beat brother!”
Next to me, there’s a little girl who’s been raving me up.
“You ought to be proud of your courage!’
In front of the little girl, there was a boy scratching his head and grinding his teeth.
She may not be conscious of disdaining the prince, but if she picks it up, it sounds ironic to his ears as a result. A little girl should be feared.
“Hey, Charles, stop that.”
“Shut up! It would be humiliating for me to feel sympathy for you!”
Lyas-kun, you didn’t argue with the little girl at all (you couldn’t do it?) but you’re poking at me.
“Why, on the whole, do you follow me? I only invited Charlotte.”
“Why, not now?”
It’s been 30 minutes since we left.
Well, I didn’t mean to come either. Who, to be exact, intended to secretly follow him so that no one would notice him in the optical camouflage.
But just before I left, my father asked me to go with him, and I reluctantly agreed.
“It’s all right, Lyas. Let’s take this opportunity to hear a lot of stories from Haruto.”
“Oi, what are you asking me about this?”
“Losing is no shame. It’s only when you seriously accept the cause of the defeat from the winner, is it?
“I didn’t lose!”
“No, you lost,”
“Yes, it’s an obvious defeat.”
This sister is no less merciless than a young girl.
“Well, it’s all slimy . . . .What did you do then? You didn’t use magic, did you?”
“I wondered, too. Why did you draw out so much strength without any signs of magic?”
Up until now, it was the only stage for Charles, but I became the center of the conversation.
“I used magic, “When I faced the prince. If you chant “Strong, don’t you?”, right? I don’t know what magic is.”
“What’s that!”
“What is that!”
Strange. Even though my father agreed with me, and Fray and Charles said, ‘You’re just like Haruto’s brother!’
“You didn’t chant,’
“There was no sign of moving,’
“I’m good at ventriloquy, aren’t I?
“Breathtaking?”
“What kind of magic skill?”
“This is what it is,” I said, “chant using my mouth and creating a circle of voices when I breathe out of my nose.
“I don’t believe it!”
“Well….”
Strange. This was really fun for the whole family. I don’t understand.