The aristocratic town of Piraeus, the royal capital of the Roserian Kingdom.
　A carriage passes through the back gate of the Countess of Salzberg's villa, which rises in one corner of the city.
　The sound of the wheels on the cobblestones echoes through the royal city.
　In the midst of all this, Diggle McMaster, who had gotten into the carriage bearing Viscount McMaster's family crest, turned his gaze out the window with a deep sigh.
　The reflection of his eyes was the blue-white light of the moon.
　But a thick cloud was trying to block that light.
　I'm not going to be able to get out of it.
(That's Mikoshiba Ryoma...?)
　I've heard many rumors about Ryoma before.
　Good rumors and bad rumors mixed together, literally.
　But rumors are just that, rumors.
　Although he may have a high reputation as a hero and a swordsman, when he actually went to the battlefield, he saw a number of knights killed by a crowd of miscellaneous soldiers, and as a result of inviting a reputed wise man to develop industry in the territory, he could have implemented foolish policies and conversely created a big hole in the tax revenue.
　In this land world where there is no other way of communicating information than through the mouths of people or letters, the fact that the real thing is different from the rumors is an inevitable occurrence.
　This is what is commonly referred to as a failure of reputation.
　But even with that in mind, what we saw tonight in the eyes of the man named Diggle McMaster is a monster that can only be described as a substandard monster.
　At the very least, Viscount McMaster couldn't find any other words to describe it.
''After all, it's only that the White God of War of Roselia is on his shoulders.........I didn't expect him to know all of our circumstances.
''Yes. The man didn't speak clearly, but from the way he spoke and the look on his face, I'm guessing...
　Rosetta McMaster, sitting face-to-face with Viscount McMaster's question, laughs happily.
　It's probably from the joy of being freed from the burden that had been laying on her shoulders. What comes to his face is a natural smile that Rosetta hasn't been able to see for a long time since the day she stopped being a woman.
(After all, I've been pushing her too hard...)
　That guilt stirs Viscount McMaster's heart.　
　Ever since her brother, Glad, had been bitten by a sudden illness, Rosetta McMaster had given up being a woman.
　This is not just in the spiritual sense of being a manly man.
　Her hair, her clothes, her words and actions.
　Even down to her personality, Rosetta has literally lived her life as her twin brother, Glad.
　Of course, it's quite a gamble for a woman to disguise herself as a man.
　Normally, a woman is a woman, no matter how well she tries to hide it.
　The slightest hint of disguise can easily cause the skin to come off.
　It's impossible to deceive those around you for a few days or weeks, let alone for years.
　But the fact that the two of them were originally twins made the impossible possible.　
　And most importantly, the fact that they were still before their secondary s*xual characteristics was probably the biggest reason.
　It wasn't impossible for Rosetta, as a twin, to spend time pretending to be a Glad, if only she was careful with her clothes and her hair.
　An unmanly man.
　It was not something to be proud of as the Viscount McMaster, who prided himself on his military prowess, but this time the contempt of those around him was also a tailwind.
　Of course, Rosetta didn't try to pretend to be her brother out of spite.
　It's a difficult decision that was made at the end of a difficult time when there was no other choice.
　At that time, Viscount McMaster had only two people, Rosetta and Glad.
　This is a rare thing in an aristocratic class that often tries to preserve blood by having more than one side room.
　No, it's not unusual for them to surround themselves with several concubines and mistresses, let alone a side room.
　However, if you ask whether this is the result of the aristocracy's growing arrogance, it would be difficult to say that.
　Of course, the arrogance is also increasing, and the pleasure of raping a woman is not absent.
　But there is more to it than that.
　They will protect the family name and pass it down to their descendants.
　And they will do whatever it takes to do so. This is something that resembles an insatiable survival instinct.
　Nevertheless, commoners who do not belong to the class of aristocracy or royalty will never be able to understand this feeling.
　However, from the point of view of inheriting the family, there is no more correct way to do it.
　At the very least, if one of the side chambers was there, according to the customs of aristocratic society, instead of calling it love for his rightful wife, there was no need for Rosetta to live dressed as a man.
　But that was all in the past.
　Because tonight's meeting with Baron Mikoshiba after the dinner party changed everything.　
'How much money was spent on the dinner party?
''My Viscount McMaster's tax revenue for a year wouldn't be enough to cover it. The food is top quality, the drinks are top quality, and the performance. The food is of the highest quality, the drinks are of the highest quality, and the performance was absolutely magnificent. I don't think such a lavish banquet has ever been held at the royal palace.
I know but you weren't just trying to entertain us, were you?
　At those words, Rosetta smiles a wicked human smile.
　In fact, ever since Diggle McMaster took over the Viscount's family, he had attended various evenings and banquets, but this was the first time he had seen such lavish items on the table as tonight's dinner party.
　The spices from the Central Continent skillfully erased the odor of the monster species and only emphasized its flavor, while the patterned plates, brought from the Eastern Continent, were smooth yet shiny, giving color to the dishes on display.
　Moreover, the dessert served at the end of the course was nothing short of breathtaking.
(I didn't expect to see the confectionery in an edible bowl made of sugar...)
　Even Diggle, who doesn't have a sweet tooth, couldn't help but eat it, so I don't need to tell you how good it was.
　Inside the vessel, which was made with such precision that it could have been mistaken for glasswork by a skilled craftsman, countless fruits that must have been brought in from all over the western continent were swimming in the jelly.
　And while it looked brilliant, the taste was indescribable.
　Moreover, there is not a hint of disgust or vulgarity, as is often the case when the rich and famous often do when they simply display their luxury items.
　No, it's not just about the food.
　Even if you look at the manners of the servants who serve you, the attention to detail is well paid to every detail.
　It's a party that could be called perfect.
　From the point of view of entertaining people, it's exactly the kind of care that should be taken as an example.
　To be honest, Diggle really wanted to forget about the hardships and pressures of his daily life and soak up the afterglow of the food and drink that was served to him.
　However, among the nobles invited to tonight's dinner party, there are few fools who have such drinking thoughts.
　No, now that I think about it, they probably invited only those who could guess it.
''No matter how you look at it, it's a threat.......right?
It goes without saying. The only thing that matters is your father's feelings.
　Their gazes intertwined in the air.
　It's self-evident that there's no need to say more than that now.
　Knowing this, Viscount McMaster let out a small sigh and turned his gaze out the window again.
　While worrying about the future of himself and this country.