I traveled to the Kingdom of Chloriana in a Eurasian carriage with an escort. In order to get used to being an adventurer, I didn't stay at an inn, but stayed in the carriage. However, this was not the case when we were alone. Celestia's strength would not last if she did not stay at least in a cheap inn.
　It was also a matter of great importance, as a serious illness would directly affect my life.

Why do we have to stay in this crumbling inn?

　In front of me is a brick inn, old, but quite ordinary. Even so, to the princess, it looks like a rundown inn on the verge of collapse.

　I said, "There are some high-class inns, but I'm avoiding them. It's better to keep your identity a secret, and this money is originally a tax collected from the people," I whispered.

That doesn't sound like the words of a slave.

I don't intend to be a slave now.

　Celestia gave him a look of either dismay or admiration and said, "All right. But make sure you get a room with a proper bed.

　Seretia doesn't know what she has to do to get a room at the inn, so she throws everything at me. If that were true, I, the slave, wouldn't know either, but she doesn't seem to have thought of that. When asked, I just say that I studied.

"Well, I'll take a room for myself. I'll just stay out here.

What are you talking about? You can't protect me without Walth.

I'm a slave. Besides, I can guard you out there.

　I don't care why.
　The only time I'll be completely free is when Seretia sleeps at the inn.
　The only reason I even reincarnated and got this body is to perfect the reanimation magic. In order to do that, I have to repeat the experiment from now on.

"So, slaves and such are irrelevant. One room for two is fine," Celestia said, looking away.

I don't understand. Why do we have to share a room?

Walth can't touch me, so there's no need to be so careful, is there?

That's not the point.

What if I, you know, have a seizure?

　I can't be responsible for something like that, but I can certainly deal with it if I'm in the same room. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it if you're in the same room with me. But no matter how much of a slave I am, having a man in the same room with me is not a good thing for a woman, as well as for royalty. ...... I thought about it a lot, and I also thought that I would lose time for experiments, but I decided that the slave should obey me.

"Okay. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.



　The room we rented was not luxurious, but it was clean and tidy. The beds were side by side, too close together for a princess and a slave to sleep.

You can use the two beds, Seretia. I'll take the sofa over there," I said, sitting down on the sofa, which was a little small for a man to sleep on, instead of the bed as I should have.

　The sofa was not only small, but also quite hard for a sofa.
　The couch is not only small, but also quite hard for a couch. Still, I've been sleeping on a stone for the past seventeen years, and I'm quite satisfied with it. But ----.

I'm not going to let you do that," Celestia said, immediately denying it.

　Do you mean to tell me that I can't even use the couch, that I have to sleep in front of the door, guarding it?
　It's not wrong to force me to do that as a matter of honor, and it's only natural for a contractor, royalty. I sat up from the couch and headed for the entrance.

　I sat up from the couch and headed for the entrance. I asked, tilting my head.

"I'm going to guard the entrance.

I'm going to guard the entrance.

You tried to sleep. You tried to sleep. It was Celestia who said she wouldn't allow it.

　Celestia glared at me and punched the bed next to me.

"Sleep in the bed. That's an order.

I'm your slave.

I don't care.

----, but you're a man.

You can't disobey my orders. You're not in danger.

　You can't disobey my orders.
　I reluctantly sat down on the bed.

"Well, I wouldn't touch a child without an order," I said.

"Are you implying that I'm a child?　Walth is not so different from me.

I'm forty .......

Forty ...... years old?　Are you kidding me?

No, I'm seventeen.

　I was about to tell her my mental age.
　I was about to give my mental age, but Seretia, perhaps unhappy with my answer, gave me a stern look from the side.

It's not just that you're a year older than me. I'm not sure what you mean by forty years old.　Do you prefer ...... forty years old?

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

　I'm not sure what to say, but I'm not sure what to say. I'm not sure if she took this as an affirmation, but her eyes changed to those of a weirdo.

Walth is an odd one," she said, and slipped into bed.

　The way she covered her head and didn't say a word, I was sure she was rejecting me. I was sure of it.



You've got it all wrong. I'm not into forty year olds.

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

Are you listening to me?　Hey!

　After that, no matter what I said to him, he never responded.