Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

It was at noon one day that Cloire was called to Lianya's office to talk to me.

Calling, Cloire doesn't have a very good impression of the act of saying.

By and large speaking of cases where voices are heard in the way they were said, there is a very good chance that waiting is some trouble.

This was a story to come from my experience when I was in the Elf Country, but Croix thought that I'm sure things wouldn't change much on the human continent.

He said it must be common all over the world to say the seed of trouble.

Still, I can't ignore it any more than it is a call from Lianya.

In addition to being a formal convocation from the Earl in a position, Lianya is also the identity guarantor and further protector of the Cloire on the people's continent.

In addition, he was both a thinker and a benefactor to Cloire himself.

Sometimes I wondered if I could manage to pull myself into the land of the elves, but I refused because Lianya's impression of the emperor, who was really my father, was the closest thing I could get.

Since Lianya was later taken up by the nobility of the Principality of Triden, the path on that side became almost hopeless.

He thinks it would be easier if he had already been drawn to Lianya's side because Lianya has become a nobleman instead and there is no problem in welcoming more than one woman as his wife.

I also told my father, the Emperor, about the area by letter, etc., but I was beginning to wonder whether he thought it was relatively irrelevant, especially since a remarkable reaction had returned.

That has to be answered to the call anyway, so Cloire heads to Lianya's office dressed in what recently became her favorite blue skirt with a white shirt, a blue jacket with wings and a black knee sock with a silver pump.

By the way, all the clothes Cloire was wearing were handmade by Frau.

Greetings Elf, Chloe was resistant to wearing some wild outfit with the sturdiness priority made by the craftsmen of the people.

In that regard, the clothing that Frau creates is thin or durable, and the design is even different from what already exists.

I didn't have to worry about the fact that the material was unknown, but because it was superior in terms of appearance and comfort, Cloir relied on Flau for all of his clothes.

For the record, all the inners worn by Cloire are also handmade by Frau.

However, Cloire valued its design and functionality for this one, but it would be possible to deduce what it was based on the fact that Lorna and Zion, who accidentally saw her inner, turned their faces away and turned their complexion bright red.

Arriving in front of Lianya's office, Cloire takes one breath before knocking on the door.

I had the answer to put my hair in between and say, "Go ahead," so when I turned the knob and opened the door and went inside, it first came to my attention that Lianya, with some grumpy face, was sitting at the desk in the office.

This still seemed to be a seed of trouble, and as he sighed inside, Kroir gracefully graciously approached the desk where Lianya was sitting.

"I asked for you."

"Well. In the meantime... oh sorry, I didn't have a chair"

Since it was originally a room for Lianya to work at the desk, there is no schedule for welcoming visitors.

Lotus Ya didn't make it a good idea to talk while standing the clower, but Lotus Ya beat him on the desk with his index finger.

"Sit here?

"Is it on your desk? You behave badly, don't you?

"There's no one here that cares. Besides, it might boil down to some superiority to have the Elf princess sitting at her desk and working nobility like me."

I guess I'm joking, but with the look on Lianya's face it was hard to tell how far she was joking and how far she felt, Kroir pretended to think only a little before sitting on the edge of her desk.

It was just a cloire sitting in the shape of a back to the right oblique front of Lianya, but I think Lianya sneaks up on her as she looks at it.

Surprisingly, this could be a good view, he said.

I have a little butt on my desk, and I see a slippery back from it, and finally I try to look back over my shoulder. I see this one and I have a cloire face smiling at me.

The work was unlikely to be accomplished, but I felt very at ease with Lianya.

I don't know if I know Lotus Yan's gaze like that or not, and I feel like Cloire, who laughed mischievously, can't really get on with it as it is, and for now I talk to Lotus Yan to get rid of the errands he called me to do.

"So, Lenya, how are you doing today?

"Ah? Yeah, I did. Just got something for you to look at."

As if he had finally remembered when he was told, Lotus took it out from under his desk with a scroll of paper that seemed like a handful at first sight.

Without knowing who it was taken out, Lianya spreads some of that roll of paper she took out on her desk in front of Cloire, who puts a question mark over her head.

There were letters written in detail and surprise.

"Is it a letter?

"That's elf language. Your father's letter from His Majesty the Emperor. It arrived this morning."

Lianya's face, to which she replied, is an astonishing look at what she sees as less meaningful than disgusting.

"I can read elf too, so I read it from the beginning and saw it... I have no idea what it means"

"And say?

"Well, it would be quicker for you to read the actual thing"

"Is it something I'm good through my eyes as well?

From His Majesty the Emperor of the kingdom of Elves is a one-time protg to the Earl of the Principality of Triden.

Come on, Cloire. I don't really think it's a good thing to let someone else's eyes touch you, but Lianya snorted lightly.

"Oh, it's stranger that His Majesty the Emperor of the Land of Elves sends his protg directly to the nobility of the Nation of Man in the first place. It's a letter I expected to show Cloire anyway."

Kroir leans back on his desk and drops his eyes at the contents by hand.

What was written there was a text that was not otherwise loving.

Beginning with a seasonal greeting, we talked about how the Elf Country was doing and how the crops in the fields were made.

From there, starting with the Emperor's own update on why, we move on from the name of a large number of empresses to the story of character and hobbies that have recently begun to dust, and from the name to the origin of the name of the children born to each empress.

"To be honest, that's the letter that the emperor sent me. I don't think it's just a letter... the contents are too irrelevant to me"

"Lenya thought this was it?

"euphemistic harassment"

Cloire laughs bitterly at Lianya's words, which she answers clearly.

That was certainly because I thought this would be the harassment of that emperor, Your Majesty.

If it's a letter I wrote to tell Lianya somehow, it's a substitute that's too hard to decipher, and Lianya will haunt her head, and even if she doesn't have anything to tell her, now she can't attempt that intent and Lianya will haunt her head.

Either way, Lianya was in a situation where she had to think unreservedly about this letter.

"Can't you write as honestly as a letter, that emperor..."

"A prank like this is where the elves prefer to be. What did Lenya think when she read this?

Lotus Yaya tilts her neck, not knowing the meaning of the question Cloire has asked with a laugh.

"Tell me what you think, frankly."

"... His Majesty the Emperor wrote, the contents are very mediocre, and the rhetoric is normal. I just... I was concerned that there were words that didn't make sense."

Lotus Yan wondered if it was a mistake, but there were quite a few words that Lotus Yan could not translate due to his skills in different world languages.

That is not translated into Lianya's understandable words, but is visible to Lianya's eyes as a companion of elf-language letters.

"This is because the brave men of the kingdom of the elves have been chosen, I want to hope to meet with the brave men of the people. It says here that you want to hold a date and time meeting, and you want to send a diplomat there, but is there an inconvenient day?"

Lotus Ya looked at Cloire with a surprised face, said Cloire, who was looking through her eyes as she wrapped around a long letter.

Naturally, there is no such sentence written in the contents of the letter that Lianya saw.

"There's so much more...... it says what's going on with me, well, I think the only thing I want to tell you is about brave people, right?

"Where does it say that, a story like that?

To Lianya, who I think would have overlooked because the amount of text was too enormous, Kroir has bumped into completely different questions in different directions.

"Right. Can Lenya see this letter as an elf letter?

Lianya is told to switch consciousness to the language of the people.

As soon as possible, everything that until then was a meaningful text changed into a series of elf-language letters.

"Looks like you can see it."

"Really? So, do you know which words don't make sense?

Asked, I try to drop my eyes on the text on the letter again. It is Lianya, but in that state it only looks like a line of wacky unidentified symbols, and I have no idea where or which word it is.

"... no, I have no idea in this state"

"I see, maybe your father knew Lenya's skills. May I graffiti this letter for a moment?

Lianya nods to the feather pen on the desk and to the croir who asks permission while attracting the ink kettle near her.

After confirming Lianya's permission, Kroir began to circle some of the elf letters lined up in huge numbers on top of the letter.

"Normally, when I write a letter, it's written in writing, but this is written in block bodies in various ways. And what Lenya couldn't read was an unintelligible word, because one of the words is replaced by a different character, and it doesn't make sense anymore."

"Hmm?"

Kroir draws a circle on top of the letter one after the other as he explains.

Where the number of circles is somewhat aligned, this time the circle is connected by a line in turn.

"As for the cryptographic method... it's a used hand to deliberately write the wrong letter to make sense in that position"

If Lianya switched consciousness to Elf to see the connected line, the line jumped into her eyes as the word "Yusha".

I mean, that emperor seemed to have deliberately considered lengthy texts to plant this cipher.

It seems that a roll of paper with a handful is the result of this method requiring a significant amount of literature to encrypt a single letter, and the dummy's letter became too long because of it.

I felt more tired pushing over, and Lianya stuck her on the desk.

"What are you thinking..."

"Well, I can see that somehow."

In contrast to Lianya, who speaks out tired voices, Kroir said so somewhere in a happy voice.

"You know what I mean? This crappy prank intent?

"Yeah. First of all, you want to tell Lenya, who has the brave men of the tribe today, that you have chosen the brave men... but I think my father wrote this letter because he thought Lenya wouldn't be able to read it."

"You think there's any other intention than to harass me there?

"Yes, because if Renya can't read it, she'll try to talk to someone, won't she?

Cloire with a smile and a smile shows off her reasoning.

"It's a protg from the emperor of the Elf Country, so you can't talk to anybody around there, and it's easy to predict that you'll talk to me naturally."

"Well, the elves that are near me are like cloires, so I guess I'll talk to cloires, if that's appropriate"

"And it's a parent book with no idea what's in it. You can't show it to the rest of us, can you?

Without even knowing what's in it, it's only natural that if it's a letter of content that should not be shown to other people, it would be very unsavory.

It is usually impossible to send such dangerous letters directly to nobles in other countries, but the emperor of the land of the Elves now has the danger of saying that he might do it.

Once, just looking at the real thing, the idea is even stronger.

"You don't understand what I'm trying to say?

"If I send this letter, Lenya can't have someone else present, besides consulting me, and I don't know what's in it. I mean, yes."

With a smile, Cloire lurked her voice just a little bit.

Somewhere in that smile, I feel something black lurking, and Lianya pulls herself slightly on the chair.

They sent me this letter in anticipation of saying, "I can be alone without turning in the others."

To Cloire's words, Lianya becomes silent.

Lotus Yaya didn't know how Kroir took that silence, but Kroir continued ahead in a good mood.

"It's surprising that my father also had enough thoughts to worry about. The truth is, you wrote it because you thought that I would prolong my time by thinking a little bit more, or trial and error, but it seemed like Lenya was in trouble, so I solved it a lot."

"Uh... right, thank you for your care"

"So that's why I'm glad Lenya's drawing on that area, too"

It was clearly said, and Lianya gently removed her gaze from the cloir.

For some reason, I couldn't look directly at it, but Cloire reinforces the signs of happiness in such Lotus Yaya's tricks.

"If you don't call someone, there's no tea out here, okay?

"I don't mind.... for a while now."

Lianya sighs deeply when asked, sitting deeply in her chair and looking up at the ceiling.

With no tea or sweets coming out, what's so funny about just the two of us, and the unhydrated idea circling Lotus Yama's head, but when I see Cloire laughing happily as she sits on her desk, that's all I'm happy about, so I wonder if I can keep doing this.

Because I have an important story, and I have included telling the office not to come, no one will visit the office until Lianya calls someone.

Thus, Cloire enjoyed a very quiet and calm time that she would not enjoy very much as long as she was beside Lianya.