Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

At noon one day, walking down the hallway of the mansion, I heard something arguing, something like that.

As I approach the voice with something, I hear it coming from inside the living room that my sister normally uses.

Besides, I hear voices.

"Why can't I!

"Midea?"

Still young, but a powerful voice with a core.

Granddaughter of Saint Perseus of the Sword, Midea, my pushing disciple.

I can also hear you talking about something to that Midea, but this is my sister's voice.

I can tell you're my sister, but unlike Midea, I don't know what's going on through the door.

"I'm not convinced by that!

Even then I heard Midea's voice clearly through the door.

I knocked on the door, wondering what you were talking about.

"Who?"

"It's me, sister."

"Hermes? Go ahead."

Open the door, get inside.

I could see two sisters sitting in a room arranged on the premise of ease of spending the conditioning there and Midea standing and stuffing up to that sister.

"What is it, Hermes?"

"That's the dialogue over here. I could hear you arguing in the hallway. What happened to you?

"He won't ask me to put him in Team Beauty."

"Team Beauty? That's the first word I've ever heard."

"It's one of the distinctions in HHM48."

"You lived that story! Are we talking about something more specific?

I thrust in so much momentum that my voice seemed to turn upside down.

Shortly after I met the fantasy group, I asked them to look into the fantasy group, and my sister misunderstood me as that way and said she would make my harem to get me back on the right path.

That's HHM48 - Hermes Harlem.

Honestly, I assumed it was a joke, a story on the spot.

"Midea, as I have said many times, you are 'Team True' is your best position. Even if you can't do it and get into team beauty, the good will just bury you."

"But uhh..."

Midea groaning.

Bright red your young face and swell your cheeks.

He looks pretty regrettable.

"Or is there a team true or something? How exactly are we talking, sister?"

"There are only three teams. True, good, beautiful. Just these three."

"Not much, though. What's the point in that category?

I glance at Midea while I say that.

I don't like team truth, and I'm about to sue my sister directly for wanting to be in team beauty, so I guess the classification makes enough sense for Midea to care.

"Yeah. Truth is ability. Knowledge or martial arts. Girls on this team are choosing the right ones to be by Hermes because of their abilities"

"I see. Midea's sword has an excellent arm."

"Yeah, that's why I'm telling you to stay true, but I'm not asking you to tell me you really want to be beautiful."

"By the way, what about beauty - as the word goes?

"Yes."

Nodding sister. I took pictures of the women taken by magic from nowhere.

They all look like first-class beauties.

"This is beauty. I dare say it in a bad way, it's a vase."

"That's a really bad way to put it."

I smile unintentionally.

Probably the opposite of true. I guess I'm just choosing beauty, just appearance.

That's why it's called a "vase."

"... doom you big tits"

Midea blurred.

It came into my ear, but my brain "better not understand," the automatic defense worked.

"Why, what about goodness?

Ask your sister more to distract you from the conversation.

"For example, this child."

Sister taking out pictures again.

"This... isn't a child"

"It's an ace of team goodness. A child to heal hermes with strong motherhood and high inclusiveness. That's good."

"How can such a young child have motherhood!?

I had the best penetration of the day. My voice flipped clearly.

Even younger than Blah Midea, enough to be a child.

That's... motherhood?

"You can call this girl 'Mama...' and sweeten her."

"Because I won't! 'Cause I don't call my mom such a young girl."

"It's only now that I can say that."

My sister laughed deeply.

What? Are you sure it's motherhood? Am I destined to call this kid "Mommy..."

My spine was freaked out, and I rushed to do a second topic shifting today.

"Even so, you were seriously recommending it. Besides, you picked out a pretty good number of people to be able to classify like that, didn't you?

"Yes, there have been more and more candidates lately, so I've been sifting from there to the supernatant."

"Have you been getting more and more lately? Why?"

"Do you know there's been another mysterious bandit leap here lately?

"Ah, oh. Well, if it's just a story."

I replied jade bug colored.

Regardless of the fantasy group, the other one - the SS bandit army, which is doing it with His Majesty the King, should not be torn apart by his sister either.

"So the lives of ordinary people, especially peasants, have improved, so there are more places to release a lot of labor."

"Self-restraint!!!

I'm the culprit.

Before I knew it, I seemed to have joined my sister's HHM48.

"What's wrong, Doctor? It's the sky up there."

The palace of Retim, its courtyard.

I came here once a week to put an archery on His Majesty the King, but during that archery His Majesty asked me strangely.

"Huh? Oh, sorry"

"Something bothering you? If there's anything else I can do, I'll get rid of it."

"Huh?"

"Aren't you with the teacher?"

"Your Majesty..."

The king staring at me laughed nicely.

Yeah, I've heard it's rude to have more side rooms than a king.

It's not dictated by law, but somehow nobility tends to run solemnly.

Then... do you want us to talk and ask His Majesty to give us his life to stop your sister?

That's what I told His Majesty about HHM48.

My Harlem, made by my sister on her own initiative, that it's already nearly 300, and that it's a weave, apart from the team True, Good, and Beautiful.

My sister told me about it that was bothering my head.

By the way, I don't forget I can nuance you that I'm a little in trouble.

I heard that silently to the end, Your Majesty.

"I see. Was that what happened?"

"Yes, so..."

"All right, I'll give you one from the rest."

"- What are you doing to your majesty?!?

The story flew once again (,,,,) in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Oh, what do you mean, give it away?

"You look strange about what. Isn't it just a matter of the king giving the queen to his minister?"

"Huh? No, well... that's, yeah, but..."

It is indeed a "it is" level story.

Sometimes the king gives the queen from his own backhouse to his minister - a gift.

Speaking in the Kingdom of Aigina, it's a common story to think that's the first thing that happens if you make war effort.

That is an honorable story.

"You can also appeal to the world to connect the rest with your teacher, one stone and two birds."

His Majesty is right, it is a subspecies of political strategic marriage, so to speak, that strengthens the kings' friendship with their subordinates, the strength of ties.

It is a story too commonplace in aristocracy.

I do... I didn't know this was going to happen.

"Oh, don't worry, Doctor."

"Huh?"

"I don't give bad women away. Candidates? Let's give them children who can rise to their talents."

"It's even more amazing!?

"When I do, I'll have to pick it out quickly. Heh heh, the rest is biased in preference, so there's a bunch of untouched women in the back palace."

It's worth the choice.

That's what His Majesty the King said and walked away in a good mood.

Giving one person to HHM 48 immediately from the King means approving HHM 48.

... Oh, my God.