"Hate.


"Where?

　That day, Futa was in the middle of a carriage ride to a certain place.
　Corona, who was sitting next to him, tilted her head and made the familiar cry.

　When I looked at her to see what was going on, I could not see her pretty face, but she was looking out the window.

"What's wrong?
No, it's something .......

　He turns around and gently points outside.
　The bewildered expression on her face, far removed from her usual blabbering, seemed to indicate that the "something" she had noticed was an unusual situation.

"Which one?

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.

　The Corona was saying confused words with pure question marks. I looked over to see what was going on.

"...... Buh?

　The scene was so unexpected that even Futa squealed.

　The speed of the carriage they were riding in was not very fast.
　That's right. Even though they were using it for transportation, this was a busy street. Even though this is an aristocratic street and people are unlikely to run out in front of the carriage, it is still a little problematic for a carriage to blow through an aristocratic street where families walk happily along the sidewalks.

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"......, that's Mr. Richter, isn't it?
It's just the back of the head, but the maid thinks so too.

　She nodded her head.
　--The carriage was moving.

　If she had found something, it would have been too late by the time Futa looked in.
　So why are they still looking out the window, face to face?




　Bump, bump, bump.




　I could see her well-groomed hair even from behind.
　He is a model of aristocracy, and I hear that he is always careful about his appearance.
　He has been standing diagonally in front of Futa and the others for a while now.

　Even though the carriage does not run, it must still be faster than walking.
　In spite of this, he has been in front of them for a long time, gradually overtaking them and pulling them away from him.

........................ When did this track get built?

　There was a narrow track between the sidewalk and the roadway.

"Moppy, you've been staring at the document with a serious face.
"Oh, really. He's flipping through them. ...... in that state.

　A tall man of more than 180 centimeters, with his knees folded, is in a box, which is not even remotely a vehicle.
　If I tell you that his knees are sticking out from the length of the box, you will understand the size.

　He is scratching the back of his head with the butt of the pen he is holding, as if he is annoyed by its frequent swaying.

"Momma!　I want to ride that!
"Shh, don't look-- Lord Klingbloom!　What, is that the cutting edge of nobility ......?

　Families are in a panic.

"Oh, come on, when he rides, no matter how small, he's the fashion leader of the aristocracy?
I know what a maid is. I know maids. Lately, people are starting to think maid uniforms are old-fashioned.

　You'll be able to get a lot more than that.
　I remember that Richter had all the maids of honor in his house dressed as butlers. If you think about who is the cause of this, it will come back to you .......

　But still.

I can't help but think, "...... is that person tired?

　I can't help but think so.

　Today's destination is probably the end of the line.











"Mr. Richter?
"Ouch, my back, my back. You're early.
Not fast enough, what is this?

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　It was a newly built mansion built on the same spot that was burned down.

　In front of the entrance, there was a strange stop next to the carriage roundabout, and Futa greeted Richter, who had crawled out of the carriage as if he were groaning.

I'm not sure what you're talking about, but it's a trolley.
It's not a trolley, though.　Is this a mine?
Maybe it's a mine. ......

　Richter has a faraway look in his eyes.

"Why are you taking advantage of the rebuilding to make something that's just for fun? You're playing with it.
Yeah, right. ......
What are you nodding at solemnly?
...... You're the first person I've ever heard say that.
Is everyone stupid?　Or am I just late to the party?
I don't know, I feel like I haven't seen a decent human being in a long time.

　I think it's been a while since I've seen a decent human being." Richter puts his hand on Futa's shoulder with a tearful look on his face.
　I'm not sure what to make of that.
　It's as if she's the second sane person in the world with a thick skin.

"Maid!
Go away, inhuman leader.


"Sutei, Korona sutei!

　The next moment, Futa was hurriedly restraining Korona who was holding the mop.
　The light was gone from her eyes and she looked very scared.

"Why is there a mop in the carriage?
"It's a maid's duty.

　The maid is quick to change her mind, sticking out her tongue.
　In the meantime, Fouta turned around and squinted in the direction of the railroad tracks that Richter had taken.

"By the way, I don't think you're expecting this.
It's a direct line to the Royal Castle.
I'm surprised Master Lilac let you do this.
"Yeah, ......, that's the thing.

　Richter, also staring at the tracks, mutters.

"I've been asked for an operational report on the direct attendance system.
Oh, ？？？？？？？？？.
I've been asked for an operational report on the Direct Attendance system.
"What ...... are you talking about?

　Hooter pointed at the vehicle.

"Anything .......

　Richter recalls his past.

"You can ...... show me if it's useful to lay tracks in a particular place. ...... Huh. ...... Depending on the situation, I might consider switching from coaches to rickshaws. I'll consider switching from horse-drawn carriages to rickshaws, depending on the situation. ......?　......

　They laughed at me so hard.

Depending on the operation of this, we might be able to get a transportation business .......
"Get a grip!　It's reckless!

　I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to try.

You'll be able to't make a business out of this!
Everything starts with something small.
You're more positive than I thought!

　That was the moment I yelled at him.

"I'm trying to be positive!

　Richter snapped.

I don't understand why there's a trolley running from the house to the castle!
If you don't understand it, no one will. ......
"But then I realized something.
Huh, ......?

　"Pop, pop, pop that little box.

As long as I'm in this thing, no one's going to bother me.
I know, you don't want to be near it.
Do you have any idea how precious that is?　Oh!
He's emotionally unstable. Somebody give him a break.

　The fact that he has become attached to such a cramped trolley makes Futa wonder if he is safe as a "nobleman".

　Even from outside the window, he had been mistaken for a cutting-edge fashionista.
　He must not have been able to relax enough.

　I thought about going out to dinner with him at a random place.

If they're asking for a report, I guess this is what I'll be doing for a while. ......
Yeah, I guess so. Well, you'll get used to it.
I think there are some things you get used to and some things you don't.
No.

　Shaking his head lazily.

Some things you have to get used to, some things you just have to get used to.
You really, really need to get out of here.
There's only one track.
He's not my traveling companion.

　I'm telling you to get off the trolley.

Hey, Mopi.
Don't call me Moppy, you rude bastard.
You're shaking. So...
What's that new trick you're playing?

　Speaking of which, Futa remembered.
　She was unusually quiet for her.
　I don't think she was waiting quietly for Futa and Richter to talk, and I wondered what she was doing.

"Maid, perfect!　I'm going to the princess's!

　She got on the trolley on her own.

　Richter glanced at Futa and saw that he was giving off the air of 'I want to let her do what she wants'.

Huh?

　Holding her by the sides, he kicked her out of the trolley like a cat.

　Then he snickered mockingly.

"I'm sorry, but this is a Crimble Room car.
"You're more attached to it than I thought!

　You're more attached to it than you think." Futa chuckles and then suddenly realizes.

　I'm not sure what to make of it.
　Angry, irritated... This was a rare sight, and Futa felt a sense of freshness. --If anything, it's because Richter is the only one who can give her a hard time.

　She immediately stomped her foot lightly - perhaps she stepped on the end of the fallen mop, and the handle of the mop flew into Corona's hand as if she was getting up. It was a frighteningly fast move, and before Futa could even say, "Oh.



"Whoosh, whoosh!

　Oh, how fleeting is fate...