82 Another Story: Abandoned Princes and Wolf Girls 04 (1/2)

Algard put the crying tired and falling asleep acrylic to bed and closed the door so as not to make a sound softly.

The exhaled exhalation is heavy and I can feel it coming down to my shoulder. It was when I tried to get away from the acrylic room as it was.

”Oh, hey, aren't you going to give me a hand? Prince.”

Algardo stopped to the man, who appeared soundless from the other side of the hallway.

A man characterized by burning red hair. Was it around the middle of thirty when I was a year old? I can see that body is big and well worked out. Obviously a warrior's body.

His red-brown eyes like that arc fun and reflect Algard. Algardo narrowed his eyes to a red-haired man who would obviously look at himself with teasing glances.

”Darren.”

”Oh, scary scary scary. Isn't that nice? I've never had a chance to taste a woman in this neighborhood.”

The man, called Darren, laughed at his heels and flaunted his shoulders. Algard sighs and shows.

”... hateful, I can't be in love with a man like you”

”Is it ironic? Well, it's true that the play was too much to be allotted! Ha ha!

”Not that I could say, but it sucks.”

Algard makes Darren look evil like he's tired.

Darren Cochinille was the warrant of the Viscount Cochinille family. Darren left the house and acted as an adventurer because he had a brother and the governor inherited him. It was only natural that he chose adventurers as his business to take advantage of his magical talents.

That's how he flushed his floating name. Naturally, I also bought anger from my parents and was duped. He's here like that because he was chosen as Algard's escort.

A man of arms, even if he has some problems with his personality. And... those who supposedly had no problem breathing out in the land of the border. Darren was one of them. Darren was impeccable as a man who could travel to the border land without a squire.

”My nearby village daughter is dictating. No, the man in the village has a harsh gaze.”

”Keep it on track. They won't stand up against us, either, but they won't be happy when it's over.”

On the face of it, Algard was deported to the border because he was rendered obsolete. The original purpose of the expulsion was to keep Algardo away from the throne and to carry out the study without anyone knowing that Algardo had become a vampire.

But naturally, I can't be out-of-the-box. Therefore, Algardo and the others have made it their job to help develop the border. This is a land where demonic power zones were developed, and once stampeded and the power zones rejuvenated is new to memory.

Still, people challenge demons for resources that make them wealth. This is the front-line land.

”Well, if you're not an adventurer or a fan, you're not going to lean in. If nobles and adventurers behave tyrannically, they'll hate you all together.”

”They are our lifeline. Never treat me coarsely, huh?

”I know. I know very well that food and moisture are needed to fight the battle.”

That said Darren laughed belligerently. The only reason he was chosen to make his way to this peripheral land is not the poor bare line. Because, to put it briefly, he has a side of combat fanaticism.

There are also many demonic raids here. Not only that, but it is also inevitable to encounter demons for pioneering and collecting resources. The demonic thinning that takes place on a daily basis is present on the hobby extension line for Darren.

That is also the reason why people are said to be understaffed at Algard's mansion, but it is basically the rule of this mansion to do your thing on your own because you have no additional funds or intention of hiring people.

”... so you won't get your hands on it?

”... do you really want to take it to that story”

”Because I'm worried. If you're in this creepy hall all day, and the researchers are still young, you can play around in the corner.”

”... I don't deserve that, and I don't want that. That's it.”

Algard walked out with his back turned to refuse. Looking away at her back, Darren sighed softly as she scratched her head.

”It's a pain in the ass to make my brother stubborn, Master Anis...”

(... Who is Al?

I dawned again after Acrylic spoke over me. By this time the acrylic was also lighter in the public language of the Kingdom of Palletia so that we could have a conversation. The acrylic I could afford thought about Algard.

Since then Al has been stuffing me through to the acrylic room. Algardo gently laughed and stroked his head when he could speak in the words of the Kingdom of Palettia one by one. Even though the warmth was delightful, Acrylic had spared some subtle emotions that would embarrass him somewhere.

It was the question of what the hell Al was like to think about thinking sideways to divert attention from such extraneous emotions.

(The work is so beautiful, because I live in your mansion... someone with an identity, is it?

To the extent that the study of letters is present, if you proceed, the study of common sense has also been mixed a little bit. I guess that also became a factor in acrylics spreading their thinking.

It is the king who is up there like the head of the inside, the noble who serves the king, the civilian who has no identity. Though pompous, Acrylic recognized the kingdom as such.

Algard has no sign of being a civilian. If so, I don't think it's noble. But Algard never told Acrylic who he was.

(... would you answer me if I asked?

Though that thought passed and I saw it, there is no sign that the door will be knocked. It bothers me and I turn my gaze at the door.

(Is something wrong...?

Now for the record, Acrylic doesn't know anything about this place. Who is Algardo and what other people live in this mansion?

If the imagination of being someone with an identity is true, why does Algardo live in this mansion?

I can't get the question out of my head once I'm concerned. Not even willing to study, distracted and Acrylic left his body in bed.

”... Al”

He told me I could stay here, but I don't know what I want to do now.

In the Kingdom of Palettia, perhaps no one has the ears or tails of a beast like himself.

Then this is the only place you really have to go. Think that far. Acrylic hides his sight with his hands around his eyes.

”... there's nothing I can do about it”

I don't want to get out of here. But it's painful, scary, painful to wait until Al gets here. I want to open this door right now and go see Al.

Wait, wait, there's no sign of the door being knocked. Acrylic bites his teeth as he hugs his own body.

”... when I leave here, I won't guarantee my life”