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"Shit, shit, shit! Those guys, you piece of shit, you piece of shit!
Back in the room, Saphias hit the pillow he had left on the bed. The distracted sound echoes indoors when you pound.
After a while of rambling, the vain Saphias exhaled, ha-ha, a deeper sigh.
"I... I have to be a student council officer. You can't just stumble around here..."
Crush with an extremely serious, catch-up face.
Then, Saphias glanced at his desk.
On the desk, a single written letter was placed.
It's...,
To my dear My Honey.
How are you doing?
I am healthy as ever. Although I often feel depressed because I just can't see you.
It begins with such a sentence, sweet...... sweet! It was a love letter!
Yes, let's hide something. This Saphias, he has a decreed wife since childhood.
That wasn't so uncommon. Marriage, which unites each other's houses, is an important element in a contested setting: an aristocratic society.
Sometimes households, sometimes finances, sometimes force. Under various intentions, marital relations are to be entered into.
Among them, there are many things called unwanted marriages... but in the case of Saphias... unexpectedly, it was compassion.
That's already flirting in letters, going out somewhere flirting, flirting even to each other's houses, flirting......
They are so proud of each other's relatives that when left in the same space, they heartburn.
Your opponent is a Marquis family with an inferior tradition and format to the Four Grand Dukes, impeccable in blood muscle, poor looking and sophisticated.
Moreover, to the extent that I thought of Saphias as a respectable fine young man, that romantic lens was distorted.
As a result, it was a couple of ideal grand aristocrats who were born.
By the way, that romantic brain mentality is very similar to Meer's, but of course we don't try to admit it.
Well, that wasn't a problem in itself, but the problem was that Safias sent a letter to his pardon wife that slapped him in the big mouth, saying, "Become a student council officer," etc.
"Now you're telling me that was a mistake? There's no way I can be that embarrassed!
Hold your head, let's scream.
It is a sad cry of a man troubled by love.
By the way... he and his attendant boy in the same room, his name is Dario... but he is the brother of Saphias' fiancée. By his sister Conne, he comes to St. Noel as a servant of Saphias for the highest education on the continent.
Personally, that's very satisfying...... but from time to time, I had a pretty hell of a taste of being shown a future brother-in-law troubled by a love letter to my sister.
"Hey, Dario. What am I supposed to do? Will I be forgiven?
"Uh, probably not okay... Sister, fine, I have the right place."
Dario returns a subtly unmotivated reply.
When I got home, I went home. So my sister asks me about my cursory conversation with Safias, so as far as he's concerned, I don't think my sister's favor would fade with this degree of failure......
"No, but the Ments still... Gu, dammit, all of you, Her Highness Princess Meer. If you do what I say, if only you can sell me a favor, ugly..."
Such an indelible time for Dario, though, did not last long.
There was a courteous knock on the door of the room.
"Whoa, excuse me for a second. Saphias."
"Dear, don't you have to call someone else to behave? We'll be brothers soon..."
"Yes, I understand. Saphias."
Dario turned to the door this fortunately......, leaning his neck against the man who stood there.
"Excuse me. Safias Etwa Bluemoon, Rafina."
To that word, Saphias said,
"... huh?
I just leaned my neck.
It was a messenger from hell...... originally, the ruler of the school, a messenger of Rafina Orca Verga.
"Ra, Master Rafina...... Um, what do you want from me...?
Safias was brought to the Student Council Room.
It was Saphias stepping into the student council room I admired... but I couldn't afford to immerse myself in satisfaction.
Because right in front of me, Rafina, sitting deeply in the chair, had a grin and a mouthful on her teacup.
Normally it is unacceptably disrespectful to call it in and enjoy tea just for yourself, etc. If, and if, it is established, it is only if there is a corresponding non on the called side….
And Saphias had an idea for it.
No way, you can't find out...... Even so, I feel so restless.
Knowing or not the mood of Saphias like that, Rafina was quietly staring at the teacup to make sure the color of the tea......
"Ah... you know what?
"Hehe, I'm sorry...... I was just thinking."
"Heh? Uh, what?
"What would my friend do at a time like this?"
"Erm? That's... ah!
So, Saphias noticed.
The girl standing behind Rafina...... To the fact that she is the one who was supposed to have bought it, to hustle and bust Rafina's bad mouth.
"Sounds like I've been trying to do a lot behind my back... but if I don't hide a little longer, I'm gonna destroy myself."
Rin said in a beautiful voice, Rafina finally turned her attention to Saphias.
Sober, with a clear gaze like the mountain morning dew, Saphias shook up.
"Everything is foreseen......"
The words Meer tells me pass the back of my brain.
- No way, really?
To Saphias, who solidifies in amazement, Rafina, in what can be described as a gentle tone,
"But I don't know what to do... I think the bad guys should be tried, Mr. Saphias. Of course, people make mistakes, and maybe mercy should be given there, but you're, like, the eldest son of the Duke's house, right?
But cold enough to freeze, with an icy gaze, he pierced Saphias.
Yes, it's zosterily clear, pure... but with a warm gaze...
"The country is different, the same identity as me. Naturally, you deserve that status and you have to take responsibility for what you do properly...... You know about that, don't you?
Safias, trembled.
The girl, who had once insulted the Duke's Lady of a small country, was the law enforcement officer of the Holy God, who would poke the sword of judgment. I will not forgive sin, I will surely judge you. There was a firm will in Rafina.
But the tone is much looser.
"Mr. Meer, I guess I'll forgive you. This is a school, a place of education. I'm sure I'd feel sorry for you if I dropped out of school because of one mistake."
Punishment has two roles.
The comfort of the victim's heart by hurting the perpetrator and the punishment for those who have made mistakes… i.e. educating them.
"Um, does this time the victim mean me?
Rafina with her hands on her cheeks and her neck tilted properly.
"But you've damaged being a victim... Same as when Mr. Tiona. If you don't need to comfort the victim's heart, just force the wrongdoer to repent"
Said something Safias didn't know, and then, dull, Rafina laughed.
"Hey, Mr. Saphias, Mia, what did you say?
"Fighting Master Rafina with dignity..., he said"
The word of the servant is the word of the Lord. That is the common sense of the nobility.
And for Saphias, every time Tiona, the poor aristocrats, the same goes for his squire.
Therefore, the words Tiona has spontaneously said, as Meer's words, are conveyed to Rafina.
"Oh... right. You'd say that, wouldn't you, Mr. Meer? That's who you are, my friend..."
Rafina sighed sadly there.
"Oh, and yet I wonder why you didn't take my invitation..."
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"Shit, shit, shit! Those guys, you piece of shit, you piece of shit!
Back in the room, Saphias hit the pillow he had left on the bed. The distracted sound echoes indoors when you pound.
After a while of rambling, the vain Saphias exhaled, ha-ha, a deeper sigh.
"I... I have to be a student council officer. You can't just stumble around here..."
Crush with an extremely serious, catch-up face.
Then, Saphias glanced at his desk.
On the desk, a single written letter was placed.
It's...,
To my dear My Honey.
How are you doing?
I am healthy as ever. Although I often feel depressed because I just can't see you.
It begins with such a sentence, sweet...... sweet! It was a love letter!
Yes, let's hide something. This Saphias, he has a decreed wife since childhood.
That wasn't so uncommon. Marriage, which unites each other's houses, is an important element in a contested setting: an aristocratic society.
Sometimes households, sometimes finances, sometimes force. Under various intentions, marital relations are to be entered into.
Among them, there are many things called unwanted marriages... but in the case of Saphias... unexpectedly, it was compassion.
That's already flirting in letters, going out somewhere flirting, flirting even to each other's houses, flirting......
They are so proud of each other's relatives that when left in the same space, they heartburn.
Your opponent is a Marquis family with an inferior tradition and format to the Four Grand Dukes, impeccable in blood muscle, poor looking and sophisticated.
Moreover, to the extent that I thought of Saphias as a respectable fine young man, that romantic lens was distorted.
As a result, it was a couple of ideal grand aristocrats who were born.
By the way, that romantic brain mentality is very similar to Meer's, but of course we don't try to admit it.
Well, that wasn't a problem in itself, but the problem was that Safias sent a letter to his pardon wife that slapped him in the big mouth, saying, "Become a student council officer," etc.
"Now you're telling me that was a mistake? There's no way I can be that embarrassed!
Hold your head, let's scream.
It is a sad cry of a man troubled by love.
By the way... he and his attendant boy in the same room, his name is Dario... but he is the brother of Saphias' fiancée. By his sister Conne, he comes to St. Noel as a servant of Saphias for the highest education on the continent.
Personally, that's very satisfying...... but from time to time, I had a pretty hell of a taste of being shown a future brother-in-law troubled by a love letter to my sister.
"Hey, Dario. What am I supposed to do? Will I be forgiven?
"Uh, probably not okay... Sister, fine, I have the right place."
Dario returns a subtly unmotivated reply.
When I got home, I went home. So my sister asks me about my cursory conversation with Safias, so as far as he's concerned, I don't think my sister's favor would fade with this degree of failure......
"No, but the Ments still... Gu, dammit, all of you, Her Highness Princess Meer. If you do what I say, if only you can sell me a favor, ugly..."
Such an indelible time for Dario, though, did not last long.
There was a courteous knock on the door of the room.
"Whoa, excuse me for a second. Saphias."
"Dear, don't you have to call someone else to behave? We'll be brothers soon..."
"Yes, I understand. Saphias."
Dario turned to the door this fortunately......, leaning his neck against the man who stood there.
"Excuse me. Safias Etwa Bluemoon, Rafina."
To that word, Saphias said,
"... huh?
I just leaned my neck.
It was a messenger from hell...... originally, the ruler of the school, a messenger of Rafina Orca Verga.
"Ra, Master Rafina...... Um, what do you want from me...?
Safias was brought to the Student Council Room.
It was Saphias stepping into the student council room I admired... but I couldn't afford to immerse myself in satisfaction.
Because right in front of me, Rafina, sitting deeply in the chair, had a grin and a mouthful on her teacup.
Normally it is unacceptably disrespectful to call it in and enjoy tea just for yourself, etc. If, and if, it is established, it is only if there is a corresponding non on the called side….
And Saphias had an idea for it.
No way, you can't find out...... Even so, I feel so restless.
Knowing or not the mood of Saphias like that, Rafina was quietly staring at the teacup to make sure the color of the tea......
"Ah... you know what?
"Hehe, I'm sorry...... I was just thinking."
"Heh? Uh, what?
"What would my friend do at a time like this?"
"Erm? That's... ah!
So, Saphias noticed.
The girl standing behind Rafina...... To the fact that she is the one who was supposed to have bought it, to hustle and bust Rafina's bad mouth.
"Sounds like I've been trying to do a lot behind my back... but if I don't hide a little longer, I'm gonna destroy myself."
Rin said in a beautiful voice, Rafina finally turned her attention to Saphias.
Sober, with a clear gaze like the mountain morning dew, Saphias shook up.
"Everything is foreseen......"
The words Meer tells me pass the back of my brain.
- No way, really?
To Saphias, who solidifies in amazement, Rafina, in what can be described as a gentle tone,
"But I don't know what to do... I think the bad guys should be tried, Mr. Saphias. Of course, people make mistakes, and maybe mercy should be given there, but you're, like, the eldest son of the Duke's house, right?
But cold enough to freeze, with an icy gaze, he pierced Saphias.
Yes, it's zosterily clear, pure... but with a warm gaze...
"The country is different, the same identity as me. Naturally, you deserve that status and you have to take responsibility for what you do properly...... You know about that, don't you?
Safias, trembled.
The girl, who had once insulted the Duke's Lady of a small country, was the law enforcement officer of the Holy God, who would poke the sword of judgment. I will not forgive sin, I will surely judge you. There was a firm will in Rafina.
But the tone is much looser.
"Mr. Meer, I guess I'll forgive you. This is a school, a place of education. I'm sure I'd feel sorry for you if I dropped out of school because of one mistake."
Punishment has two roles.
The comfort of the victim's heart by hurting the perpetrator and the punishment for those who have made mistakes… i.e. educating them.
"Um, does this time the victim mean me?
Rafina with her hands on her cheeks and her neck tilted properly.
"But you've damaged being a victim... Same as when Mr. Tiona. If you don't need to comfort the victim's heart, just force the wrongdoer to repent"
Said something Safias didn't know, and then, dull, Rafina laughed.
"Hey, Mr. Saphias, Mia, what did you say?
"Fighting Master Rafina with dignity..., he said"
The word of the servant is the word of the Lord. That is the common sense of the nobility.
And for Saphias, every time Tiona, the poor aristocrats, the same goes for his squire.
Therefore, the words Tiona has spontaneously said, as Meer's words, are conveyed to Rafina.
"Oh... right. You'd say that, wouldn't you, Mr. Meer? That's who you are, my friend..."
Rafina sighed sadly there.
"Oh, and yet I wonder why you didn't take my invitation..."
"Shit, shit, shit! Those guys, you piece of shit, you piece of shit! Back in the room, Saphias hit the pillow he had left on the bed. The distracted sound echoes indoors when you pound.After a while of rambling, the vain Saphias exhaled, ha-ha, a deeper sigh."I... I have to be a student council officer. You can't just stumble around here..."Crush with an extremely serious, catch-up face.Then, Saphias glanced at his desk.On the desk, a single written letter was placed.It's...,To my dear My Honey.How are you doing?I am healthy as ever. Although I often feel depressed because I just can't see you.It begins with such a sentence, sweet...... sweet! It was a love letter!Yes, let's hide something. This Saphias, he has a decreed wife since childhood.That wasn't so uncommon. Marriage, which unites each other's houses, is an important element in a contested setting: an aristocratic society.Sometimes households, sometimes finances, sometimes force. Under various intentions, marital relations are to be entered into.Among them, there are many things called unwanted marriages... but in the case of Saphias... unexpectedly, it was compassion.That's already flirting in letters, going out somewhere flirting, flirting even to each other's houses, flirting......They are so proud of each other's relatives that when left in the same space, they heartburn.Your opponent is a Marquis family with an inferior tradition and format to the Four Grand Dukes, impeccable in blood muscle, poor looking and sophisticated.Moreover, to the extent that I thought of Saphias as a respectable fine young man, that romantic lens was distorted.As a result, it was a couple of ideal grand aristocrats who were born.By the way, that romantic brain mentality is very similar to Meer's, but of course we don't try to admit it.Well, that wasn't a problem in itself, but the problem was that Safias sent a letter to his pardon wife that slapped him in the big mouth, saying, "Become a student council officer," etc."Now you're telling me that was a mistake? There's no way I can be that embarrassed! Hold your head, let's scream.It is a sad cry of a man troubled by love.By the way... he and his attendant boy in the same room, his name is Dario... but he is the brother of Saphias' fiance. By his sister Conne, he comes to St. Noel as a servant of Saphias for the highest education on the continent.Personally, that's very satisfying...... but from time to time, I had a pretty hell of a taste of being shown a future brother-in-law troubled by a love letter to my sister."Hey, Dario. What am I supposed to do? Will I be forgiven? "Uh, probably not okay... Sister, fine, I have the right place."Dario returns a subtly unmotivated reply.When I got home, I went home. So my sister asks me about my cursory conversation with Safias, so as far as he's concerned, I don't think my sister's favor would fade with this degree of failure......"No, but the Ments still... Gu, dammit, all of you, Her Highness Princess Meer. If you do what I say, if only you can sell me a favor, ugly..."Such an indelible time for Dario, though, did not last long.There was a courteous knock on the door of the room."Whoa, excuse me for a second. Saphias.""Dear, don't you have to call someone else to behave? We'll be brothers soon...""Yes, I understand. Saphias."Dario turned to the door this fortunately......, leaning his neck against the man who stood there."Excuse me. Safias Etwa Bluemoon, Rafina."To that word, Saphias said,"... huh? I just leaned my neck.It was a messenger from hell...... originally, the ruler of the school, a messenger of Rafina Orca Verga."Ra, Master Rafina...... Um, what do you want from me...? Safias was brought to the Student Council Room.It was Saphias stepping into the student council room I admired... but I couldn't afford to immerse myself in satisfaction.Because right in front of me, Rafina, sitting deeply in the chair, had a grin and a mouthful on her teacup.Normally it is unacceptably disrespectful to call it in and enjoy tea just for yourself, etc. If, and if, it is established, it is only if there is a corresponding non on the called side.And Saphias had an idea for it.No way, you can't find out...... Even so, I feel so restless.Knowing or not the mood of Saphias like that, Rafina was quietly staring at the teacup to make sure the color of the tea......"Ah... you know what? "Hehe, I'm sorry...... I was just thinking.""Heh? Uh, what? "What would my friend do at a time like this?""Erm? That's... ah! So, Saphias noticed.The girl standing behind Rafina...... To the fact that she is the one who was supposed to have bought it, to hustle and bust Rafina's bad mouth."Sounds like I've been trying to do a lot behind my back... but if I don't hide a little longer, I'm gonna destroy myself."Rin said in a beautiful voice, Rafina finally turned her attention to Saphias.Sober, with a clear gaze like the mountain morning dew, Saphias shook up."Everything is foreseen......"The words Meer tells me pass the back of my brain.- No way, really?To Saphias, who solidifies in amazement, Rafina, in what can be described as a gentle tone,"But I don't know what to do... I think the bad guys should be tried, Mr. Saphias. Of course, people make mistakes, and maybe mercy should be given there, but you're, like, the eldest son of the Duke's house, right? But cold enough to freeze, with an icy gaze, he pierced Saphias.Yes, it's zosterily clear, pure... but with a warm gaze..."The country is different, the same identity as me. Naturally, you deserve that status and you have to take responsibility for what you do properly...... You know about that, don't you? Safias, trembled.The girl, who had once insulted the Duke's Lady of a small country, was the law enforcement officer of the Holy God, who would poke the sword of judgment. I will not forgive sin, I will surely judge you. There was a firm will in Rafina.But the tone is much looser."Mr. Meer, I guess I'll forgive you. This is a school, a place of education. I'm sure I'd feel sorry for you if I dropped out of school because of one mistake."Punishment has two roles.The comfort of the victim's heart by hurting the perpetrator and the punishment for those who have made mistakes i.e. educating them."Um, does this time the victim mean me? Rafina with her hands on her cheeks and her neck tilted properly."But you've damaged being a victim... Same as when Mr. Tiona. If you don't need to comfort the victim's heart, just force the wrongdoer to repent"Said something Safias didn't know, and then, dull, Rafina laughed."Hey, Mr. Saphias, Mia, what did you say? "Fighting Master Rafina with dignity..., he said"The word of the servant is the word of the Lord. That is the common sense of the nobility.And for Saphias, every time Tiona, the poor aristocrats, the same goes for his squire.Therefore, the words Tiona has spontaneously said, as Meer's words, are conveyed to Rafina."Oh... right. You'd say that, wouldn't you, Mr. Meer? That's who you are, my friend..."Rafina sighed sadly there."Oh, and yet I wonder why you didn't take my invitation..."
