The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady
83 Another Story: Abandoned Princes And Wolf Girls 05

"Acrylic, I have someone I want to meet today... do you mind?

"Huh? Ugh, yeah"

The day after Acrylic left the room, Algard came to Acrylic's room and cut out the story that way.

Although Acrylic made his eyes black and white on Algard's offer, he admitted that he would not refuse.

After confirming that Acrylic's consent had been obtained, Algard called out across the door.

"Come in, Clive"

I beg your pardon.

It was Clive who came inside. Acrylics, who saw an elderly butler, correct his residence in a frightened manner.

"I'll see you first. I am Clive, the administrator of this hall, an Algard-saint."

"Ah, acrylic, sir."

"In this short period of time we have become accustomed to the words of the Kingdom of Palletia, and we are just amazed. Regards,"

Clive smiles slightly and gives a thank you. Acrylic nods his neck up and down again and again in a tense manner.

"So, um... why are you meeting me...?

"The other day, she came to think that Master Algardo was inconvenient with Miss Acrylic. So I was wondering if I could talk to you about your behavior in this hall."

"Ha... ah, but yesterday, I left the room, because I'm sorry..."

"Yep. I don't think you have any ill intentions. But we also had a position and a situation. I wonder if it would be convenient for me to talk to you to decide how to shake you in the future."

Acrylic nods and shows as he was convinced to listen to Clive. The option of not listening if asked how to shake yourself in the future disappeared from the acrylic.

Clive nods and shows as he realizes that Acrylic has taken a listening stance. I thought we'd start talking like that, but Clive was going to start making tea.

"It'll be a long story, go ahead and do this first"

"Oh, thanks......"

The tea Clive put me in gave me an acrylic nose and a pleasant aroma. Where I relaxed to the taste that made me want to exhale, well, Clive starts to cut the story out.

"I thought to Miss Acrylic, what did you explain it from first? I hope you know about us first."

"Yes, sir"

"I am the one who has been entrusted by the king of this land with the protection of this land. This is the habitat of demons, the kingdom of Palletia and the pioneering place on the edge"

"The pioneering place means to expand the place where you live..."

"Yes. Exactly. At the same time, it's to gather the essential resources in this country."

"Resources?"

"Yes. That is the Spirit Stone. Do you know anything about spiritual stones?

Spirit Stone. Acrylic tingled at the name and raised his eyebrows to show it.

"Spirit stone... stone with the power of the Spirit, right?

"Yes. In our country, spiritual stones are used from life to various tools."

"So I went out of my way to make a mistake in the demonic habitat... Yeah, I understand."

"Yes, and now Miss Acrylic is inviting you to be a guest of Master Algard, because of those circumstances, the building is understaffed."

"Undermanned?

"Yes, this land, as I said earlier, is a frontier land. And a dangerous place where demons can spread. It's not enough to be able to work."

Certainly no one in the land adjacent to danger may try to live in hope, Acrylic thinks.

For Acrylic, the Ricanto, unlike the inner world, there is a land in the Kingdom of Palletia where we can live more serenity.

So it was a convincing story that there were few workers.

"So, Miss Acrylic"

"Yes, sir"

"If you like, aren't you willing to work in this hall?

"Me?

Acrylic puts a decent face to the suggestion from Clive.

"Yes. As I said earlier, this hall is understaffed. There are not enough people at work, and often they can't get around to it."

"So you took me?

"Yes, if you could help me clean and wash your work. Will the rest basically take care of Master Algard around you?"

"... Master Algard is about Al, isn't he?

Hitachi Acrylic looks at Algardo with his gaze. Algard, who had left the explanation to Clive, frowned a little before coughing.

"Oh, my name is Algard, to be exact"

"... is Al a great guy?

"You could be the head of this building."

"Clive."

Though Algard says to blame, Clive just shows his shoulders flaunted without looking intentional.

Even knowing Algard was the one standing at the top of this hall, there were few surprises for acrylics. Rather, I thought it was natural.

"Originally, if you are Master Algard, it is fine to discourage exclusive squire, but we were understaffed in this peripheral land. That's where you are, Miss Acrylic."

"... but I'm still not sure how this country works or anything. Still good?

"Yeah, yeah. You may need to do more than you can, but at first you can just talk to someone about Algard. And I'd appreciate it if you could just take care of yourself and come in for a little chore."

Clive smiles and tells Acrylic as he grips his hands together on his desk.

Acrylic turns his gaze to Algard in confusion. Algard put the interval aside just to worry a little, then told the sigh.

"Of course, I pay my salary. Keep studying and I'll go out with you. If you don't like your life here, you don't have a referral. But even with that introduction, if the acrylic doesn't have credit and assurance, it's hard."

"Is that a good idea...?

"If I say I don't like you, I won't force you. I don't think it's okay to put my position back on the guest again. It is our request that you work for it, because acrylics must necessarily respond…"

"Fine, me"

Acrylic nodded and showed to block Algard's words. Algardo frowns at Acrylic's reply. Clive, on the other hand, has a full grin.

Clive stood up and held both hands of the acrylic with both hands as he came to the side of the acrylic.

"I'm glad you're happy."

"Uh, welcome...?

"I hope Miss Acrylic will act with Master Algard in the future. I think you may leave if you are asked to use something. Are you sure? Dear Algard,"

"Oh, I'll talk to you later. Clive can back off."

"Then I'll do this as well as prepare for the meal. From now on, as a companion, thank you. Miss Acrylic."

"Companions..."

Acrylic repeats the word companion. Even while he is chewing up the meaning of the word, Clive makes a gratuity and exits the room.

After Clive left, a strange silence spread between Acrylic and Algard.

"... Are you sure it was a good idea?

"Huh?"

"This is what Clive said. I wasn't expecting you to work anything else... but it's true this hall is understaffed. I admit it's convenient. But if you think I don't like acrylics, I'm not gonna force you to."

"Hey, Al."

Acrylic calls on Algard as he looks straight into Algard's eyes to cut off the flow of conversation.

Called by acrylics, Algardo stops the words on the way and gazes at them to take a straight acrylic gaze.

"Al is actually named Algardo."

"... oh yeah"

"The greatest man in this hall?

"That's what Clive says on his own."

"But you're a great guy, aren't you?

"... I don't deny it"

"Oh well. I don't know if it has anything to do with why I have to stay here."

To Acrylic's inquiry, it is now that Algardo has become silent. I frown as if I were trying to pick a word and put my hands on it to hide my mouth.

Acrylic exhaled softly, staring straight at Algard like that.

"It's okay, I don't want you to have to answer that."

"... acrylic?

"Al said you wanted to know about me, didn't he? Well, then, you can assume I want to know about Al, too, right?

There was a smile on the face of nature and acrylics. Algardo blinks his eyes like he was distracted by such an acrylic expression.

But the look quickly turns into something that showed confusion. My gaze is diverted from the acrylic as if I were escaping something.

"... I'm not interested in anything."

"It's not Al who decides that, is it? It's me. There's so much I want to know. Al, so I want to know."

"Is that because I helped acrylics?

Shaking his neck left and right, Algard sarcastically grinned and told him to throw it away.

"Right. Al helped me, so I want Al to know"

Acrylic does not deny that thrown away Algard's words. On top of that, I said that's why I want to know.

"Don't you like Al?

"... ah. I'm just letting you down, even if you're interested. I think Acrylic misunderstands, but I'm not doing anything here. I didn't do anything to be respected."

"But Al helped me, didn't he? That's enough for me."

"If you want to help, everyone can do it. It just so happens to be me. It's not something that interests me."

"That's not true"

To Algard, who overlaps words to reject, Acrylic clearly now uttered a word of denial.

Algard's gaze, which tended to deviate, is directed again towards the acrylic. Acrylic has never deviated from Algard's gaze. Again, the gaze intertwines.

"Surely what Al did may not be anything special. It could have been done by anyone. But it was Al who blessed me with a meal and gave me knowledge. You call yourself worthless, but you met me when I was in so much pain, you helped me. It's worth it just to you. Anything anyone could possibly do, Al was the only one who did it for me."

Oh, speaking of which. Second, there was something past Acrylic's brain.

I wondered if I had spoken properly.

"Al, thank you for your help. I'm so glad I met you."

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"Even if it's not worth it to you, it's irreplaceable to me. I'm very happy to have met you in my life."

Algard opens his eyes and stares at the acrylic as he is taken aback. Acrylics just smile at Algardo like that.

Surely it could have been something anyone could have done. Still, it was Algard who reached for the acrylic at that moment.

That's why Acrylic thanks Algard. Even if that's what everyone did, you're the one who offered me that hand.

"... that's all I'm ever thankful for."

"That's all you've done to me for Al. Al thinks that's what anyone can do. Al's a good guy."

"... I'm not the kind of person to be evaluated"

I shook my head hard and gradually got acrylic eyebrows at Algard, who didn't try to accept me.

Acrylic that accidentally takes a seat and walks over to the side of Algard. If I stuffed the distance so as to peek into Algard's face, I could see for a moment Algard's crimson eyes shaking in confusion.

"I don't care what Al thinks. But I was still helped by Al, so many times I say thank you! Whatever anyone can do, you've become one of them!

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"I don't want Al to tell me."

"Ha-ha...! Well... don't you want me to tell you? Right."

In return for the acrylic, Algardo raises his hair with one hand to scratch up his forehead and hides his gaze with his palm. In its mouth, there is a grin that cannot hide the funniest.

"... I'm the one who reached out to anyone who can."

Algard shrugged softly to bite something off. Algard's mood for words could not be read by acrylics.

That's why the desire to know grows stronger. But not now, I'm sure, when I ask.

The acrylic reached out, picking the hem of the opposite hand that hid his face. Very thin, trivial connection.

Algard never shook off such acrylic hands.