Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Chapter 19.“What is?”

My whispering voice was buried in the noise and not heard by others, but Blackie somehow understood and answered.[That sword, it doesn't seem made using only hard iron.]

“What?”

Unconsciously my voice grew louder.

Brody who was talking with Treon turned to me.

I hurriedly lowered my voice and asked.

“What does that mean? Saying it doesn't seem made using only hard iron?”[That water.]

What Blackie said was the water cooling the heated sword by putting it in.[I don't know about iron, but I know well about water. If a sword made only with hard iron was put in, it should have been hotter. But the temperature that touched the water is lower than the temperature I remember.]

“Blackie, you know even that? Did you try making a sword before?”[I said. I know everything about water.]

Wow.

Whoever did it, it didn't seem for nothing that they sealed Blackie.

Even sealed it's this level, then if the seal is all released how strong and amazing will it become?

Even when Blackie explained that he knows about water, it didn't really come across what it means, but now I seemed to know a bit.

“Madam. Is there something?”

Treon who saw my appearance talking with Blackie approached.

“Umm. It's nothing.”

For now this matter has to be kept secret.

Deceiving the material of making swords.

I have to think a bit more about how to use this matter.* * *In the end, we couldn't meet the Matek Count.

Instead the second son of the Matek Count treated me to dinner.

“Haha. There's a lot of work these days so I only meet now, Duchess. I am Ticle Matek.”

Ticle Matek was a young noble.

The age looked similar to Treon, and the styled hair or the sleek form of shoes looked like a person interested in decorating.

He greeted me, but didn't show respect.

With a sly smile, it was an attitude of treating not a Duchess, but a young ordinary girl.

From the first visit, it was a consistent attitude of ignoring our ducal house.

“I'm also glad to meet.”

“I heard the story that a new Madam entered the ducal house, but I didn't know it would be such a lovely girl.”

In terms of status, I as the Duchess is much higher than him who doesn't even have a title, but he casually spoke informally.

Instead of pointing out his attitude, I only smiled brightly.‘Right. Keep looking down on me like that.’ The more you underestimate the opponent, the more weaknesses are revealed.

“But what about the Count? Isn't the master of the castle the Count?”

“Father has a precious guest. Anyway the deal with Valfruga is all handled by me so it's okay. More than that, shall we talk while eating for now?”

When he gestured, the servants began setting food on the table.

I diligently watched Treon and Ticle's faces.‘How should I bring up Treon's story?’ Fortunately Ticle brought up the words first.

“Wow. But I was surprised. Usually always Treon comes alone.”

“Are you acquainted with our butler?”

I deliberately attached words cheerfully unlike usual.

Hoping he looks down on me more, blinking eyes innocently, and using honorifics.

“Always the deal with the Valfruga ducal house is done by Treon coming.”

“The butler is amazing! Even coming for one day today was so hard that I won't come again.”

At my immature attitude, he laughed largely.

“Well, even before there was deep connection with Treon. The age range is similar so there were many entangled matters.”

A meaningful smile gathered on his face.

“How? Our butler is always so blunt in the castle so I'm too curious!”

I said imitating Treon's stiff expression.

“Haha. Treon's personality isn't on the good side. Well, the high society debut was also at a similar time. Treon was good at flattering power. He properly stamped the eyes with the Emperor and almost worked in the imperial palace.”

“Really?”

Being good at flattering is useless words, but almost working in the imperial palace was heard for the first time.

I looked back at Treon, but he only concentrated on the meal with perfect etiquette.

As if not hearing our conversation.

“You also be careful. Believing that fair face, how much he played around. It was quite famous among us. Once in the garden with a maid...”

“Sir Ticle. Please be careful with your words. It's in front of the Duchess.”

Treon cut off Ticle's words.

For a moment, Ticle fiercely glared at Treon.

Then he smiled slyly and changed the subject.

“Ah, I forgot. Right, the Duchess has to be protected.”

Wow, that guy, what story was he even trying to tell me?

For now one thing was clearly known.

Ticle Matek disliked Treon.

There was no favor in the attitude of belittling Treon.

Then what was that sensitive reaction of Treon?

Could it be that he just didn't want me to meet such a strange guy?

Just wanted not to be looked down on in the Matek Count house?

For that, Treon's reaction was excessively sensitive.

We who finished the meal in the uncomfortable air returned to our respective rooms.

Tired from wandering all day today, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

Dawn when everyone is asleep.

Isn't it the perfect time to have suspicious stories.

Blackie and I stuck tightly to the wall connecting to Treon's room and listened.

“Can you hear?”

At my question, Blackie nodded.

Spirit beasts also have excellent five senses.

In the original it wasn't for nothing that everyone made a fuss trying to contract.

In the original there was a time when the condition to obtain one spirit beast became rumored, and there was almost a big fight to obtain that spirit beast.

Right now I have Blackie so there's no need to covet other spirit beasts.

It was when fighting sleep stuck to the wall for a long time.[Master. He moved.]

“Umm...!”

I shook my head and slapped my cheeks with both hands.

I almost dozed off.

Afraid of being caught if following right away, I counted to ten inside and left the room.

It was the moment of moving steps seeing Treon disappearing around the corner.

“Madam? Where are you going?”

“!”

Surprised and looking back, Butcher was standing.

He looked at me once, and looked once at the corridor where Treon disappeared.

He who instantly finished grasping the situation asked.

“Are you chasing Treon?”

“...

Yeah.”

This isn't the time.

If continuing to talk with Butcher, I might miss Treon.

I became impatient and only looked at the corridor where Treon disappeared.

“You don't have to worry that much. Because I'll escort you.”

“Did you also know?”

“While sleeping he secretly slipped out so I also chased out. I put tracking magic so you can be relieved. Treon is smart but his magic power is terrible.”

“...”

“You could have just ordered me without needing to step forward yourself. Where did you put the shoes.”

“I came out in a hurry so I forgot.”

“That's why you should have ordered me.”

“You and Treon are friends.”

And I'm an outsider.

Butcher is a loyal vassal.

He treated me as the Duchess from the first meeting, and there was no neglect in attitude.

At the same time Butcher was friends with Treon.

The two people were both born in the Valfruga ducal castle, and grew up together.

I don't think Butcher will betray, but people sometimes pretend not to know a close friend's wrongdoing.

When weighing me who hasn't even been in the castle for three months and a childhood friend, how many people can take my side.

Hearing my words, Butcher smiled small.

“Of course Treon is my friend. But Madam is my master.”

Butcher knelt one knee in front of me.

“If Madam says to cut Treon's neck and bring it, I will obey right away. Because that's what I have to do.”

Butcher curved the corners of his eyes and stretched his hand.

“I'll escort. This isn't the Valfruga ducal house, so it's dangerous for Madam to go alone. Right now I'm Madam's escort.”

“...

Yeah.”

I was hugged by Butcher.

Butcher lightly lifted me.

“I'll do things like this, so Madam just needs to give me orders from a fluffy and safe place.”

“Got it so quickly chase Treon.”

When I tightly held Butcher and ordered, he winked one eye.

“Don't worry. Tracking, assassination, information collection is originally my field?”

Butcher held me and took one step, and the view changed in an instant as if leaping over space.

“Th-this what is it?”

“It's using magic power. And Madam. When chasing behind, you shouldn't make footsteps that loud.”

“Was it heard?”

I even stood on tiptoe and walked as quietly as possible.

“Because it's the specialized field.”

As confident, Butcher chased Treon without being caught by anyone.

On the way passing, Treon met several servants.

The servants, whether knowing Treon would visit, didn't block him.

Finally Treon stopped in front of a certain door.

The door engraved with flashy grape vines made one guess the status of the person beyond the door.

The Matek Count himself, or Ticle Matek met in the evening.

“There seems to be no one around. It also seems like people were deliberately removed.”

Butcher said while putting me down in front of the door.

It became more and more suspicious.

When Butcher groped the tightly closed door gap, the door opened without sound.

It was skill that brought admiration.

“Did you learn even this in the secret organization?”

“Of course. It's all useful like this.”

When first introduced to Butcher, the thing of being an unprecedented genius even in the secret organization came to mind.

Butcher and I looked inside through the slightly opened gap.

Unlike the dark corridor, inside the room the lights were brightly on.

A display cabinet densely filled with liquor bottles and a desk piled with documents.

And Ticle Matek sitting on the sofa and Treon kneeling in front of him were visible.

“I'm sorry.”