Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

In the mansion, at noon reception.

I've been visiting. Hestia and I had tea alone, and we were talking.

It's as elegant as being a queen, so colorful that you can't help but tip over just being in the same space.

She was once one of the best hookers of our time, and, uh, I was curious about something.

"Previous customers, is it?

"Oh. I don't know much about Ortier because I'm an Ortier only (Ortier Specialist) - for example, rumor has it that this year's number one Ortier is being put in by the Duke. Wouldn't you have some amazing customers?

"... teasing, not?

"A pure question. Ortier said I was second."

"Hehe."

Hestia laughed as she hid her mouth with her sleeves.

"What's wrong?"

"Is that a rumor of the wind?

"Yes, but why?

"We always only teach the second customer to hear that. Tell me to the second, what's the best, then? I stare back silently where I'm approaching. The trick is to moisturize your eyes a little."

"... ha"

I understood Hestia's explanation, ahead of it, and was a little impressed.

"You're the best - you mean? That's good."

"I don't know who asked that kid, but if you did, you'd feel better. I thought I was better than the Viscount."

"I see. So, what about Hestia? Tell me the second one."

When asked jokingly, Hestia laughed cuckoo.

"I'm already retired, so I won't use that. So the real number two..."

Concon.

Hestia was about to say that the reception door was knocked.

I don't know who it is, but there's a huge rush coming from Knock.

"I'm sorry - what's wrong?"

"And excuse me"

The door opened and one maid rushed in.

"Sir! Sir, it's you."

"I'm talking to you right now."

"That's..."

The maid looked at Hestia for a moment.

Hestia deliberately distracted herself from her gaze and took the teacup placed on the table.

Mouth, but not drink.

It's a silent gesture of intent, because I can't hear you.

I invited the maid.

The maid came by my side and I've been ear pounding.

"Heh, sire."

"Huh?"

"His Majesty the King has come himself..."

"Are you serious?

The maid's face moved away from her ear and nodded with enough momentum to give her a neck.

Does the king mean Shaw's father?

What a time...

That's no reason not to see the king.

"I'm sorry, Hestia, I'm gonna take my seat off a little bit."

"Feel free"

I took my seat and left the reception room with my maid.

"Where?"

"I'm going through a different correspondence."

"Mmm."

Led by a maid, he walks down the hall.

One carriage stops in the mansion yard, visible from the hallway window.

Is it just one? and when I arrived in the reception room wondering, one middle-aged man sat wrapped in clothes that were not flashy but of fine quality, and Mimis stood upright immovable beside him.

The question remained until I opened the door as to whether it was really His Majesty the King, but the moment I saw Mimis' trick, I plumped.

I give my compliments to His Majesty the King on one knee, in accordance with the Aiguina-style courtesy.

"Never seen the rest of your face before, Lord Canoe"

"Yes."

"Right."

Nodding, Your Majesty.

I didn't have permission.

Normally, a gratuity comes out of His Majesty saying things like "don't suffer" or "raise your face," which is the kind of nuance that gets you up around it, but you couldn't say that.

So I was worried about what happened.

"I asked Lina a a lot."

"... Yes"

Is this about the timing, Mithril?

"How did you get into her"

"Huh?"

What's this all about?

"I trust the rest about that girl. But there's something wrong with Lina these days. Rina, who was strict and fair, applied for two Cross Medals for her accomplishments on every Slime Road crusade."

"It's..."

I was worried about how to reply.

They say something very different from recent rumors.

Rumor has it that the third cause of the Cross Medal is Mithrill, and it already feels like an open secret.

So much so that, influenced by that, the previous two Cross Medals are rather misunderstood as being a major Mithrill class pattern as well.

But in the mouth of His Majesty the King, I have no idea about Mithril, nor have I heard any rumors.

It's just a mouthful I know about the Slime Road crusade.

I thought about it a little bit and decided to look at it one more time.

"Thank you, Lord Lina, for your attention."

That said, the king had such a nasty, yet somewhat bug-eyed eye.

"Fair enough, not so stupid after all, that nobility and royalty have all sorts of marks and golden and silver treasures to and from"

……

No way... I bribed Lina to get in.

Is that how you misunderstand me?

His Majesty the King continues with even more confidence.

"I also know that such a thing is impossible to eradicate, so I'm not going to say it loudly. But don't Lina, don't pull that girl's leg of openness."

"... Yes"

I bowed my head and replied to the implication, "Copy that."

The king's face became more and more of an offering.

This... may be a rare and good flow.

Whatever. He's the king.

It's a bribe or something, don't overdo it.

It's best if that's how you think about it.

Short interactions so far have largely helped me understand.

His Majesty the King is a highly presumptuous type.

Once you assume this is the case (,), you never bend.

Admit it here - no, it's dangerous to go ahead and admit it.

Keep it to the point of getting caught up in the flow and send it back as you assume.

That's the best part of this one.

So in order to maintain this chilling, seemingly insecty eye - and thinking.

Concon.

Quiet, the door in the reception was knocked.

Immediately after, the door slowly opened and Hestia came into the room.

"This was your majesty after all."

Hestia, who came into the room, was no longer nostalgic, verbal when she was a whore.

No, I mean...

"Oh, you, Mr. Hestia"

- Huh?

Surprised.

His Majesty the King gave Hestia a "Mr." with such a surprised face.

Middle-aged - a king who would be in the realm of the early ages in a little while, and an age-old former whore.

In terms of the difference in years, it seemed like a father who couldn't lift his head to his daughter.

"I haven't seen His Majesty since I was His Highness."

"Ugh, um. More than that, Mr. Hestia, what are you doing here?

"Arinsu because he takes care of Hermes"

That's what Hestia said, she leaned on me.

Like a chaste wife.

"What!?

His Majesty the King looked at me with a very - even more startling face than he had just done.

For some reason, the face had a mix of respectful colors.

Without knowing the reason for that face, His Majesty the King went home with a sleaze.

I asked Hestia standing with me next to me as I escorted the carriage away from the hallway window.

"You know about His Majesty?

"You have a coincidence."

Hestia laughing all the time. The language was back.

"Second customer in my life, it's His Majesty's father, the former king."

"Really!?

That's surprising.

"The former king has come to me to pack it. Sometimes I followed His Majesty back when he was still a prince, and you said, 'Introduce him to a good woman'. Probably... I thought you might have a bad feeling about me like a mother."

"Uh..."

Well, that convinced me.

Father's woman, so in a way, mother.

That attitude is also convincing if you think it is a bad feeling about the mother.

"... oh, maybe I did something extra?

"Huh? What?

"As a whore, I was selfish in a way, choosing guests of my own volition, sometimes rejecting everything,"

"I know that."

Ortier asked me to, and it's time to "give Hestia a break".

I know, but why now?

"That was with His Majesty the former King. A woman who can't even see the king when she wants to see him… ironically, that adds to my value (,)"

"I guess."

"That I... am here, to say..."

"…………………… ah"

I could see my face turning blue myself.

That look like the respect of His Majesty the King mixed up.

A man who behaved like his wife to a woman whose father, the previous king, could not see him.

Maybe unintentionally, the king gave me a glimpse...