The night of the cherry blossom season is not so chilly.

　I let my momentum carry me out. I rolled through the front door and stopped when there was no longer any shelter to block the starlight.

　The beautifully landscaped garden glistened in the gentle evening light, reflecting the night dew.

　I let out a big sigh.

　I hate everything. I can't stop feeling frustrated.
　But you can't seriously raise your hand to a nobleman, you think.

"Do you think pretending to be frustrated is going to keep your pride up?　You can't even shed blood after getting your lips wrapped around it.　Yowza. I'll be back.

　I clenched my fists.

　I'm not pretending to be frustrated. I'm really frustrated and I'm about to cry.
　Deep down I know.
　I know this is where my limit is. I couldn't just let my anger get the better of me and punch that woman in the face.

　I found an excuse and I ran.

　That's the more rational thing to do. That it was the right thing to do.

　But...

"It's not right to spill blood." ......

　I'm not wrong.
　There are many reasons why I'm not wrong, if you look hard enough.
　I can say with pride that I am not wrong for any of these reasons.

　I should be able to say that.

　Why can't I say "right"?

　That blonde woman with the murderous eyes is dangerous.
　She's not as strong as I am. I know I'd be a fool to challenge her.
　So there's no point in fighting. If you get hurt, it will hinder your training.
　If you train hard and win next time, that's all that matters.
　I didn't train hard enough this time.
　Maybe if you go to a different tournament with her you can win the same thing.

　Try that. Who's the smart one?
　If you stir things up like that and you lose, can you take responsibility?

"That sword doesn't look very good on you.

　Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

　You'll become a woman who looks good. So now is the time for surrender.

　You're not a warrior. You think you know what you're talking about.

　That's right. You've never fought anything.


Drink up.
"Whoa!

　That's when it happened.
　A glass was thrust at me from the side and smashed into my cheek.

"Oh, you. Corona.
Drink up.

　You're as easy-going as ever in such a serious situation.
　He snickered, looking her up and down.

What the hell? You're not even a warrior, you have nothing to say to me.
Well, drink up.
That's all you can say?

　I pulled the glass from his hand.
　And drink it all at once.

"What the hell?　What the hell is this?
"Vinegar!
"You're all over me!

　He coughs and coughs and stares at her with tears in his eyes.
　She was beautiful and pretty in the starlight. I don't think she's just a maid of honor.

It's ....... Are you harassing me because of my master's orders?
The head maid is not in the house.
What?

　I sat down on the floor of the house, where a water fountain had been built for the birds.
　It's a good thing that the water is dry, but Leafy was taken aback when she sat down on the mansion's equipment without hesitation.

"What, are you some kind of secret agent or something?
"Hmmm. You think you're the head of the family, Princess Lilac - the princess's ......?　Pimp?　And the maid is her escort. Something like that.
"...... What?



　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　The maid smiled mischievously at Leafy, who blinked her eyes.
　She put her forefinger to her lips and said, "Don't tell anyone," under the starlight.

It's a secret.
I'm not sure what you mean by that.
What do you mean? "Neither Pasta nor Master Futa are noblemen. It's not what you think, and it's not what ...... you think.
"............

　Implicitly. I've been told that she knows that I'm a nobleman.

"You may understand why the pimp was given this house, but... Then what's with the pasta?
It's slightly different, but that's okay. Pasta is ...... I lost everything I cared about.
What?
I've been through a lot and now I'm with Master Futa. Everything Pasta said, his pride, his money, his family... It's all gone. I don't have much to say as a maid, nor do I have the right to say it. But I'm not lukewarm about it.
"...... What the hell is that?

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　I don't know what a pimp is, to be honest.

　I don't know what a pimp is, but she's with me.

"What, you're hiding her?
"Hmmm. Not really.
What?　That's why you wore your hood when you went out, isn't it?　Then what the hell are you doing?
I'm working with Futa-sama to get back on my feet.
I'm working with Master Futa to get back on my feet again. ...... Lose it all?
Yeah. The maid only knew about it once, but from the sound of it, it could have happened many times.

　This is a very heavy story, if you can believe it, told in a very simple way.

　He was trapped with no family, no money, and no way to walk out the door.
　So how can you ask for the next one with impunity?

What? What, you turned to Futa to flatter you?　You're saying I should just confine him?
Pasta might not be enough to entangle him.
That's a little harsh.
But... ...... Those two didn't get along so well because of the maid. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one. ...... lie. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
I don't know about ......, but...

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

You don't look like you've known me for a few months. You're lying to me, aren't you?
"......

　The reply was just a smile.
　The reply was just a smile, which seemed to be testing Leafy more eloquently than anything else.
　"d*mn," he spat.

......, d*mn it. How can that woman talk to me like that when she's been through so much herself?

　In addition to the crying and muttering, he wiped his eyes roughly with his arm.
　He wiped his eyes roughly with his arm, gently waving away the handkerchief offered to him.

Don't touch me.
"I'm not fazed by being shaken off once.
I don't know what you're talking about. ......

　I'm sure it's about the act of forcibly pushing a flipped handkerchief against you, but why is it that it strangely sticks in my mind.

　You can't be discouraged by being shaken off once.



"What use is it to wield a stick?


What use is wielding a stick?


You can't work with a sword. Do the work of a woman. There's also an engagement.





Shut up!　You're not even my real father. ！！！！





　I slapped the handkerchief away.

"...... Shut the f*ck up. d*mn it. You're a maid, how dare you do this to a nobleman.
"Oh, I've heard that a lot.

　Picking up the handkerchief, she lightly brushed the dirt off it and kept her smile on her face.
　She holds out the handkerchief again.

"But you know what?　You never stop crying, do you?
"...... Don't say 'you'.



　Sniff, sniff, sniff.

"You think I'm wrong?

　He looked up at the stars and muttered.

I'm just saying that this tournament was a quick way to show that my sword is awesome. There are other things you can do.
Maybe.
...... That guy's bad. That blonde has killed dozens of people, no doubt. He's got this look on his face like he doesn't give a shit about life.
"...... I see.

　I could feel the warmth in her gaze.
　It was uncomfortable and Leafy shouted.

I've killed people before!　I've killed people before!" But even at ......, he felt awful. I'm definitely not like that monster. I know.

　Even though I know it's cheap vanity.
　Even if it's just bragging about something that won't get you anywhere.

　It's because there's no one who thinks you're great.
　That's why you want to brag.

　Because there is no one to see it.
　I want to brag about my misfortune.

　I'm so much better than you guys. I'm so much sadder.

　I've had a much harder road than you guys.

　That's why I come back to myself at the drop of a hat.


I don't know about maids, but I've never killed or hurt anyone.


　The look you perceive as warm is nothing at all. It's a loving smile.

　It's better if you've never killed anyone.

　What am I doing, I thought to myself with growing self-loathing.

But ...... is right and wrong. I think it's better to stop thinking like that.

　She murmurs as she gently places her hand on her chest and closes her eyes.

　She shakes her head loosely, remembering the day.

　I think back to the time when I did what I thought was right and caused trouble for many people.

"At the time, the maid thought it wasn't wrong. I think about it now, and I think, the maid, who wasn't wrong, was a fool.
...... What's that?
It means that there are many things that you don't realize. Can you say that you have enough material to judge whether it's right or wrong?
"Ingredients .......
"I'm confident that my maid's recipe is really good. But I can't say it's the best. There are so many things I haven't done yet.

　What makes something right?
　What makes it right and what makes it wrong?

　How can you be so sure?

　How can you determine what is right and what is wrong?


...... Am I not understanding something?
I don't know.
Hey!
"Hey, warrior, warrior, warrior. If you think you're the only ones who know what's going on, go find out!　If you wield that sword, there's something only the wielder can know, right?

　I clutched the sword, a memento of my father.

　I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've.


I'm not sure what to say. I'm sure you'll understand what I mean.
"It's .......

　The girl smiled. The girl smiles.
　But I don't know.
　The expression on her face is the best I've ever seen.

　She's just a maid, but she's so beautiful.



"It's not right for a maid to be selfish at all. It's the coolest thing.



　Her words were fragile and beautiful, as if she was thinking of someone else. The next thing she knew, Leafy was mesmerized.










I don't like to lose.


"...... I hate people who justify losing. I hate to see you lose. I hate losing. I hate losing. ...... I hate admitting defeat.

"But what I hate the most is people who think it's okay to ...... lose.

I'm a scoundrel who'll do anything to win. I hate the weak. I want to kill all the strong people. That's why I feel like I'm rotting away just by being around people who talk down to me.

"That's why I pushed that self-proclaimed bouncer. That's all.







"I thought that the one who was pushed like that would be stronger if he could get up.
Huh. It's sweet to have a second chance. ...... is the same for me.





　I muttered to myself in front of the door.




"Oh, these guys. They're all so demanding.


　They say what they want.

　The answer remains unanswered, but for now.


　Let's go to the second round.

　So I decided and grabbed my sword.