Was it the reception room that was passed?

There is a low table in the middle of the large room, with leather sofas paired across it.

The carpet is splendid, there's a fireplace, and there's a fine workmanship... but why not? I have some empty impressions.

I don't know what to say.

Borrowed, or new, or something.

... Yes, I felt there was no trace of people using it. Maybe it's a less-used room.

Well, that's just my impression. Perhaps it is simply well cleaned.

"Please call me there. I'll call my husband."

Sit in the chair as Grandpa advances.

And as Grandpa left the room - his spine froze.

"Hih."

The blonde girl who sat beside her was properly on the table and frightened. Right? That's exactly what happens, isn't it? I'm almost there, too.

"- Well, being an adorable customer"

Since when?

From behind us, an old lady appears everywhere in maid clothes, lining up the tea and tea treats she carries. - This grandmother is no good either. I don't look like I'm laughing at you at all. It's too dangerous.

It's called my grandfather earlier, it's called this old lady, what the hell?

"... something?

I ask my grandmother, who looks at me with a creepy smile.

"No?"

But Grandma just returns a cheap reply that doesn't make you feel the temperature.

If you don't need me, can you stop looking at it? Pretty scary. I feel as critical as my grandfather did earlier.

What is this mansion? Do you have all the monsters? Is there no one normal?... Were you next door? Poor thing is shaking up. That's right. It usually does, doesn't it? It's unusual, isn't it, here? What do you mean, even the daughter of this house is like this? Is this the noble way?

All I doubt, but for now, let's calm down.

I took the cup of tea and carried it to my mouth - I left it without drinking it.

... faintly smelled.

I have a paralytic poison in my tea. I don't think he's going to die because I know. But I don't drink because it might affect my movements. I mean, I don't normally drink it.

……

Grandma dropped back. My invisibility, behind me. And signs of danger disappeared, too.

Looking back slowly, he wasn't there anymore.

I know it went out of there because there was a door, but there was no open sound, and I didn't feel the air flow. What is it really?

"Ko, Ko..."

The girl next door takes the cup with her still trembling hand and carries it to her mouth.... You drank this guy.

"How's it taste?

"Huh? It's delicious... is that it? That's kind of tingly."

I knew it was paralysis poison. Oh, isn't this girl the daughter of this mansion? Aren't you the noble daughter of this mansion? I'm usually poisoned.

... Well, he won't die, so he'll be fine. I am not willing to say anything about each family's education policy in the first place. Not to mention nobility. Maybe it's normal in the aristocratic neighborhood. Noble scared.

"Oh, there's something tingly about this one..."

Paralysis poison also for tea contract cookies.... my aristocratic daughter is normally poisoned in her own house.

What the hell. This mansion.

Then came the waiter.

"I'm sorry. I made him wait."

The person who came in saying… is an old gentleman I saw somewhere. Good appearance of leather vest for hair dyed in gray hair and beard. I feel like I'm watching it somewhere.

The old gentleman sat across from me and the girl - said.

"I'm Wise Leavant. He's the head of the Leavent family. Greetings."

…………

Well, I expected it. This guy's no good either. Nobles are such scary people.... I wonder if I can go home alive.

"First, you. Mr. Ayle."

Yes. Something.

"I'm sorry I tried everything. The Leavents are a little special."

...... Ha. That's a lot of welcome so far.

"What did it mean in the end?

I don't care what they tried, but I'm very curious how they tried it. I don't know why they try.

"Frankly, I wanted to know what kind of person you are."

I don't know... just like that.

In the end, trying means poking at some kind of problem and exploring the other person's reaction. Sounds like a specific answer. That's what you know from the beginning, isn't it?

Well, if they say that's the reason, I have to convince you. Even though it means nothing more, pursuing it won't change the answer.

"So, what do you got?

"Turns out it's a great delicacy. It's a big poker face. All that intimidation and less emotional swings. Besides excellent judgment. Going into the grounds is still definitely going to die if you go into the mansion, would you have hesitated to go in thinking so? Are you familiar with poisons?

It would be a big deal if I could get that far at that age.

I already want you. "

…………

…………

Ah.

"I'm sorry. I just can't make love to my grandfather"

"Oh, I'm not going to fall in love with you either. Don't worry, that's not what I meant."

Oh, really?... Ever since you came to this mansion, you've been most scared of what you just did. I'm relieved. I hesitated to answer that. Noble scared.

"Do - Celier"

The old gentleman... Wise sees the girl next door.

"Ah, yes. Dear Wise."

"Call me father."

"... Yes, Father"

Hmm? These two, aren't they parents and kids? … should I not be involved in the circumstances of your aristocratic family? Don't worry about it.

"Great. - This will be the final confirmation. Will you change your mind?

The girl next door looked closely into her eyes and replied to the straightened gaze.

"Yes, I, Celier, will be an assassin under your father"

Oh, wait a minute.

Something just can't be ignored right now. There's a phrase I can't ignore.

"Fine. Let's admit it"

You don't have to. Don't admit it. Didn't I tell you my daughter was gonna be an assassin or something?... Yeah, you said assassin, right? Am I not listening? What do you mean, there's a country like Arsacha? I hope so. I want it to be.

"Mr. Ayle."

Wow, I saw it over here again. I mean, it's still the assassin's shock. I know you're not on the table, but I'm really confused.

Thinking about it, you're convinced that there are a lot of things going on.

When they tell you that Grandpa, Grandma, or this Weiss are assassins who live in the back of society, do you intuitively know that it's not a lie or a joke?

"Thank you for helping my daughter. I want to thank you for inviting you."

No, you don't have to invite me.

- To the assassin training school.

Look, I'm glad I didn't invite you. I wish I didn't have to invite you. What are you talking about?

"Oh, I refuse. Now if you'll excuse me."

You don't have too much room to get lost in the decision. Someone who helps people get into the world of killing.

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