Crabbe came to Raytheft's house.


"Uncle, what can I do for you today?


　Arx asked Crabbe in the drawing room.
　Normally, Arx is the one who goes to Crabbe's house, but this time it was the other way around.
　The servant showed him to the reception room of the mansion, where Crabbe was already relaxing on a sofa and smoking a cigar.


　I'm not sure if he was let in when I arrived, or if he came in without permission.
　It's not clear whether he was let in when he visited or if he just walked in.


　...... No, it's not the same as being familiar with your own home.
　As he sat down on the dark brown leather sofa, Crabbe stubbed the end of his cigar into the ashtray.


I thought I'd give you a squire for the day.

"A squire?

Yeah. He's capable and trustworthy. You don't have to worry about that, do you?

No, sir, I'm not worried about that. ......

...... Arx. You don't have any allies in the mansion, do you?


　I responded to Crabbe's question with a nod. It is true that Crabbe is right, there are very few allies of Arx in the Raytheft mansion now. The head and headmistress of the Raytheft family and most of the servants who can use magic are sympathetic to their wishes and are either cold towards Arx or ignore him.


　As for the servants who cannot use magic, although they were sympathetic to him when he was first disinherited, their status in the house is lower than those who can use magic, and above all, they have to obey their master's orders, so they have become colder than before.


　She takes care of her personal needs to a certain extent, such as preparing meals and washing clothes, but it is minimal.
　She even cleans her room completely by herself, and now she is not even educated as a noble and is left alone half the time.


　Even so, Arx has not been kicked out of the house, probably because Crabbe is restraining his parents and they are thinking about the reputation of the Raytheft family.


　If they kicked out a child who was less than ten years old, they would not be able to avoid criticism from other families. On the other hand, if they were to let their hatred get the better of them and decide to assassinate him, they would have lost their chance as soon as Crabbe started paying attention to them.


But why all of a sudden?

It's because of that thing, of course.

It ......


　I don't need to think about what it is. The "thing" Crabbe is referring to is probably the magic meter.


If you've made something like that, you'll need someone close by who you can talk to and who can handle it, right?　Well, I'll leave it up to you to tell this guy I'm about to introduce you to the existence of a magic meter, but you'll need to take care of your room and your stuff.


　Crabbe clapped his hands together after telling him to keep it to himself.


"Hey, come on in. Come on in.


　With those words, the door was opened.


　--The person who appeared in the reception room was a handsome young man.
　He was older than Arx, probably in his late teens or early twenties. He had short bobbed indigo hair and wore a monocle. He wears a morning coat, a tie of the same color as his hair, and clean white gloves on his hands. At his waist is a fine sword.


　He had the appearance of a butler who would be at home in a man's world.
　The young man's eyes were sharp, and his appearance gave the impression of cleverness. But this is a man who is popular. This is a face that is extremely popular with women. He is so perfect in appearance that women would run away barefoot.


　I feel like shouting in the language of men, "Explode! in the language of men.
　Of course, I had to swallow the words because I hadn't found the [Ancient Arts Language] corresponding to explosion.


"Arx. This is your squire. And this small, female-faced one is Arx. He's your master.


　Crabbe said and introduced the two people he had brought together. But it's too coarse to be brief. And light. It was too light.


　Then the young man who had been called to be the squire let out an audible sigh.


...... What's the matter with you? You say you're changing masters and now you're doing this? You're really too reckless, Mr. Crabbe.

What?　What?　Is that bad?

It's not bad. It's not bad, it's just a bit of a wild idea.


　You're a nobleman's squire, and you speak to Crabbe with sarcastic, complaining bitterness.
　If you're in a strict house, you should be punished to a certain extent, but Crabbe doesn't seem to mind and is laughing.


Hahaha!　Well, he's like this. This is the kind of guy you can take it easy on, right?


　Crabbe taps the young man on the shoulder, and he gives him an accusing look.
　Eventually, the young man let out a deep sigh of resignation and turned to face Arx.


　He then kneels down on the embroidered carpet, places his right hand on his left chest and takes a bow.


I am Noah Ingveen. My name is Noah Ingveen. Mr. Arx. I look forward to working with you.

I look forward to working with you. ......


　When I replied in a slurred tone, unable to keep up with the momentum, Noah suddenly looked at me.


　And then.


"Sir Arx. If I may be so bold, I'm your squire, so there's no need for honorifics. If you take a polite attitude lightly, it may cause others to underestimate you.



But I'm a disinherited child.

That may be true for now. But what do you plan to do now, Master Arx?


　Noah's gaze suddenly became more serious, perhaps because he wanted to get to the heart of the matter.
　Noah's words naturally made me stand up straighter.


　What are we going to do? It's true that it's necessary to make a clear distinction between master and servant when looking ahead to the future. In order to get back at his parents, he would have to think about receiving a title like Crabbe.


　Learning to behave like an aristocrat now might be good for the future.
　He looked back into Noah's indigo eyes and nodded.


"Okay. ...... Okay. Thank you for your time.

I'd like to thank you.

You're going to have to train him to be a nobleman, like this. You'll definitely need it.


　Crabbe assured me that he was thinking about the future. He may have found something in himself.


The exchange is a bit stiff, though. I think you could be a little more relaxed. ...... Was it like this with me?

"It wasn't like that then, but that was only because Mr. Crabbe was too unconventional. In the first place, this time, too, he suddenly said in the morning, "You're my nephew's squire from today," and brought him here without any explanation.

"Oh, okay, okay. I'm sorry.


　After all, Noah complained without hesitation, and they began to argue with each other. I wonder if Noah himself has a personality that can't help but say things. Crabbe, on the other hand, seems to be somewhat comfortable with the exchange.


　In a sense, they seem to be a good pair, but there is something that worries me.


Noah. Is it okay for Noah to be my squire?


　A squire must have a certain type of person he wants to serve. Noah is also a squire because he wants to serve Crabbe, and I wonder if he is satisfied with the sudden change of master.


　When I asked him, Noah said


Yes. Yes, I do.

Why?


　When I asked why, Noah made a cool expression on his beautiful face.


"Because it looks interesting.

Oh, that sounds interesting. ......?

Yes. The only reason I served Crabbe was because he looked interesting. I'm sure you'll be able to find a lot more interesting people than me," he said, recommending Arx.

"So you accepted the sudden change of master at .............


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　He may look cold, but he's softer than you think.
　Then Crabbe said.


"Because you're funny.

"No, I don't think so, .......

"I guarantee it. I can assure you that you are more unexpected and interesting than I am. That's for sure.

"............


　I look at Crabbe, who nods his head as if he's convinced, and I get a subtle feeling. Apparently, he thinks I'm a very strange kid.


　Of course, there's no denying that.


"Well, you can trust Noah. You can rely on him from now on.

"Okay. Thank you very much.

No need to thank me.　I've had enough of you.


　Crabbe said, and patted me on the head as usual.
　The muscles make him look rough.


　I'm starting to wonder if this is why I'm having trouble growing ............ taller, or not.
　I'm not sure what to make of it.


"So, what can Noah do for me?

'Lord Crabbe has ordered me to take care of Mr. Arx's personal affairs and teach him how to behave as a nobleman. If there are any other orders, I will do most of them. I would be happy to have some fun in the process if possible.

............


　Noah said, and smiled. The last part didn't sound like a joke, so he must be serious.
　It's fun. It's funny. That's something he can't miss.

　Anyway, let's get back on track.


"How do you deal with rough stuff?

"A few tips.

Maybe I could ask him to teach me that, too.

Yes, sir.


　And so, Noah Ingveen became my squire.