My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"-Lord El, lunch is ready."

A sinister voice raised awareness from the sea of thought.

I might have thought for a surprisingly long time.

We arrived in Crozhide early in the morning, and now it's noon.

Because I slept a little, but I shouldn't have slept very long.

When I got out of bed, I opened the door.

"You can treat me normally."

When I was greeted by a dynawood with a rugged face, I said so.

"Shut up and follow me."

Yes yes.... oh yes.

"What do you expect to eat in a room?

"It would be the manager's escort. Dine with him if you don't have any instructions."

I see.

I'm more comfortable eating alone.

But it does create some gaps for any person during a meal.

If you are aware that "Grandma Adiro is being targeted for life by someone," I rather feel that cases of food poisoning are common.

It's an escort for once. Me.

"Is that guy being targeted by someone in this mansion, too?

Long hallway, ask Dinawood walking in front.

I don't know anything right now.

About this lawless country, about the whorehouse district.

I don't know to what extent it's an expected escort request, but I need confirmation. I need to know what I need to know.

"You're the most suspicious so far. There are only other servants who have been there for quite some time."

... I see.

"Mr. Dinawood."

"You can call it off"

"Bye, Mr. Dina. You look right at me."

"What?"

Was it an unexpected word, he stops and looks back at me.

"If something happens now, you mean I'm suspect, right? Because I really don't like that. You'll turn all sorts of people against your enemies, and you probably won't be able to be in this country. That's troublesome."

- Try me.

"No, I mean it"

They thought they were hanging some kind of shaking. I mean it at all.

"What do you think? Maybe establishing an alibi by keeping an eye out and doing something on it? You're going to tailor me to a manure."

"Well, you can think of that,"

"What?"

"Whatever the truth is, because all you can do is keep an eye on me. Or do you want to set me up, ignoring the manager's intentions? You want to kick me out? You're not gonna do that, are you?

"... chip. Smart."

I'm a hunter.

If you don't turn your head at least, your life is in danger and you don't have many.

If I could get through about my sister, on the other hand, I guess I could do anything about it. But that's a kind of genius. This is what normal people do to me.

"Look, kid. I'll just tell you this..."

"- Oh, can I have a word?

"- Yes?"

Just through. A servant...... I tried to speak to a boy about the same age who came in maid clothes. Dinawood said, "Listen! He says," but I want you to wait a minute.

"Is that outfit your hobby? Or is it like the rules of this mansion?

"Uh... for once, you're from the rules"

Obviously angry. Confused by the dynawood beside me, the maid's he answered.

"It's the lady's order. This one looks better, and..."

Right...... is this still Seville Law's hobby?

Well, sure, he looks like a girl at first sight. Because the maid clothes look great.

…………

"That guy, you're full of desire. You're in trouble, too."

To sum up the story broken so far, in a nutshell, you're the one called Reverse Harlem of a Servant Constructed by Seville Law's Hobbies. He too. Maybe Dinawood too.

"Ah, haha..."

A maid of honor who laughs like trouble.... Don't feel a little darkness around you that you don't deny...

That's what you should call the mansion of the manager of Whorehouse Street, embarrassed to let a young child be samurai without merit... let's not. If thoughts around here accidentally come out of my mouth, my neck flies.

"- So, what?

After the maid's he goes "excuse me," he turns to Dinawood again.

"... that's enough. Don't talk too much into your lady's hobbies. You're gonna die."

…………

Around the corner from Dynawood comes the words of a verse that worries me, my neck may fly with accidental silence and earnestness.

Let's be careful. Let's be really careful. I don't want to die accidentally.

I was led to the big dining room.

Oh...... so luxurious. I have a chandelier or something. The table is long, and the bright white tablecloth is dazzling.

It's a sight that makes me wonder if this is really that lawless country.

"El, sit here."

Oh?... Oh, is El me? I'm not used to it yet.

At Granny Adiro's behest, sit on her, cornered left side, sitting behind the long table.

On the front sits Seviareau, whose hobby is rounded, and behind it stands Tyran, her escort.

"Excuse me."

I thought, for a moment, "What the hell is this guy" in the chair Dinawood pulled for me, but I sit there.

It was nice to hear from my master how he behaved in a fancy restaurant in a bragging manner.

Yeah, well, he said there was someone in the way to pull the chair or something.

I'm a little confused, but it won't be on the table.

"It's very luxurious."

I am hired for once, so I worry about words that are not very good but polite.

I was taught to be careful because the tone and rhetoric make my job worse or make me into a fight or fail to negotiate.

You're not good and you're bad, so you're not dressed. I don't really want to use it though.

"At least get used to it. It's time to eat out."

I see. Is this still part of the job?

... Ah.

I just remembered that there was this kind of table in Heidiga's underground training room. Maybe that was for remembering table manners.

"-El, use the knife and spoon from the outside."

The Seville Row on the front shows me the dishes I'm not supposed to be on the surface, but I'm confused.

The difference between growing up is real.

Compared to me, Grandma Adiro and Seville are used to it.

I eat well enough to look graceful.

It's the first time I've ever been conscious that I'm a good eater.

…………

Since I first started to be aware of the table manners I touch, I remember the words of that time why.

- Assassination is very delicate and delicate.

- You have a hundred or a thousand means for just one job, and you choose and decide the right one for you?

When I was invited to the Assassin Training School, that's what Weiss said at the Leavent house.

If I knew the table manners, I could use them for assassinations.

Just thinking pah, if that's what you decide which dishes, spoons to use forks, knives, wine glasses in, and in which order.

I was wondering if assassination was possible at all. I thought so.

Where do we plant the poison, where do we plant it to ensure it can be placed in the target's mouth?

How's the timing?

To make the most unsuspecting performances while definitely killing them.

It's something I don't even really want to think about, but I see the "possibility of being able to assassinate" backwards and furiously with feelings.

It's like when you're in the woods.

Like that time when I stand ready to move whenever my prey comes out.

…………

Well, I won't. Assassination.

But if you think about this kind of thinking the other way around, "someone's going to set it up," it might start to come with predictions.

For once I'm an escort, and it seems like I sometimes go outside with Grandma Adiro, so it won't hurt to think about it.

…………

Oh, that? Wait a minute, okay?

Going outside with Grandma Adiro means I'm next to the ruler of Whorehouse Street, right?

I mean, stand out?

You're going to meet a lot of people in that state, or maybe even other rulers?

Can you find out your face?

If that's all, then there's still a chance we'll meet up somewhere with Lisse, who was similarly scouted by the rulers?

Besides, if I met Sash or Florentine in the field, would you call my name normally using a pseudonym?

Worst of all, even talking to someone perky, regardless of their name only?

…………

That's not good.

With the flow going on, my personal information is going to keep spilling.