The Harem Is an Unforgivable Master - The Harem Is an Unforgivable Master chapter 111

111 – Marquis Appointment Ceremony (2)

Oh my god… I was underestimating the preparations for the nobleman’s ball.

I thought it would be okay to just put on a neat suit and put my hair back, but that wasn’t the case.

Strictly speaking, I might be like that from the standpoint of being invited, but am I not one of the main characters today?

He is the one who should shine more than anyone else at today’s celebration. Starting with finding clothes that suit me, trying on, choosing accessories, setting hair, checking and reviewing repeatedly, and finally destroying it.

Then, the same process is repeated infinitely from the beginning again.

‘I’m exhausted, really.’

I couldn’t even eat breakfast and I’ve already been harassed by the maids for almost three hours.

I just want to tell you to do it in moderation, but if I show a lacking side, it will cause trouble to the family and the imperial family.

Besides, I don’t have the slightest interest in clothes, so I don’t have as much fashion sense as grime on my fingernails. So if you leave it to the maids who know better…

“The Marquis will look better in this outfit!”

“No! You blind b*tch! These are the clothes!”

“What, what? Year!? Because this b*tch wants to see you!”

Isn’t it? Can’t let it go

The ladies-in-waiting were arguing fiercely over what kind of clothes to wear to me, as if each had their own taste.

However, it seems that they are not thoughtless enough to openly engage in a catfight in front of me who will become the marquis. They fight like a small whisper, taking advantage of the gap I come into the dressing room to change clothes for a while.

I can hear it clearly in my ears, which have become sensitive due to mana.

I should have recognized you from the moment hearts fluttered in your eyes as soon as I came to help you with clothes. I hate the charm stat and the charm skill…

Everything looks fine to me, but can’t I just wear this? Whew.

When I expressed my dissatisfaction to Aisha with her soul chain, I felt similar emotions from her.

– Tyr is like that too… I’ve been wearing a lot of clothes since a while ago… I finally started to pick out accessories.

– Still better than you. Next time you have to do your makeup and do your hair, right?

– Aww!! Terrible!

Aisha burst into laughter as she suppressed her screams.

He’s a guy who hates formalities more than me, but isn’t he putting up with it like that?

Lady Aisha will inevitably have three times more to prepare than me, but I can’t make a sound of crying.

– But isn’t it the first time you’ve been decorating like that? I’m already looking forward to seeing how pretty she will appear and capture my heart.

So I brought up the words to give you a sneak peek.

– Just wait!!

A powerful voice was delivered along with a determined will. Then, as if he was serious about dressing up, he even cut off the effect of the soul chain.

Since the original version is so good, isn’t it Aisha who stands out in her own off-white color even without makeup?

If Aisha is decorated with all her might by a person equivalent to the chief maid of honor… I honestly can’t imagine how much prettier she can become from now on.

‘Then I’ll soon…’

I have to make up my mind again. I want to show my lover a cool side of me too!

—–

“Nyan?”

“Ah… Long time no see, everyone.”

I happened to run into Hilde and Serien while walking down the hallway to attend the marquis appointment ceremony with Tinyashif.

Both of them have blonde hair and green eyes, so at first glance you might think they are sisters. If it was a little different, would it be that the color of Hilde’s eyes and hair was darker?

“It’s been a long time since we got together like this.”

What a rare combination. How long has it been since the daughters of your ducal family gathered together like this?

Hilde looked at us and put her hand on her chest and bowed her head at her glance.

“It’s been a while, Sister Herilda. And Tinyashif.”

“Nya! Long time no see, sister!”

Tinya Schiff hops up and grabs Hilde’s hand, making her fuss. She is a very sociable child, so she treats me and Hilde, who are blunt, openly.

Particularly, Hilde, who doesn’t talk much, has secretly been fond of Tinyashif since before.

Hilde smiled softly and patted Tinyashif on the head lightly. She seems to have refrained from stroking her already set hair and not ruining it.

“Since we met like this, would you like to go with me? There is a distance to the ballroom.”

I readily nodded at Serien’s suggestion, and Tinyashif, a little uncomfortable, followed us without saying anything.

‘Tinyasif is not a child who talks about family until now.’

If we push her away now that we know her current situation, she will be hurt even though she looks calm on the outside. Because the heart is a tender child.

Serien was wearing a much more streamlined outfit than she usually wore at her social gatherings. Perhaps it was to show self-reflection in line with the current situation.

‘It’s amazing mental strength.’

When it comes to Serien’s situation, most people lose their self-confidence and become intimidated.

However, even though the family head of Serien was dragged away as punishment for the pilgrimage to the Five Elements today, she proudly showed up to attend the social event.

Should I say that she is Serien-like or Gara Troso-like?

The situation was even worse than when Earl Peirosis was stigmatized. Serien’s position is currently like a lantern in front of the wind. The scolding of Sera nobles who would miss the opportunity became sharper and more obnoxious.

Even so, Serien did not lose her smile and remained unshakable.

It’s easy to say, but it’s not.

It is not easy for Serien, who is still only her student, to stand firm in a situation where everyone but herself is pointing at her. Even if she were me, she would have been a burden.

However, she stood upright and spoke confidently to the nobles who criticized her.

“Garatroso will not let go of the opportunity Your Majesty has given him.”

It was her bold declaration of aspirations that she would regain her past glory. The nobles, who knew what kind of family Garatroso was, were so majestic that they began to shake their heads.

‘She has become a person worthy of being the head of household.’

Even when she was in the academy, she was a child who was at risk because of her pride, but in that short time she achieved remarkable growth.

Now, no matter where you go, even if you confidently reveal that you are the head of Garatroso, everyone will nod their heads.

It’s okay if it’s that child. Even if it takes several years, that child will surely achieve what he wants.

“Certainly, Count Peirosis So… No, he’s the Marquis now. What should I call him?”

For some reason, Hilde was the first to say that.

Anyway, as a member of the court mages, Hilde is escorting the imperial castle. When her appointment ceremony is over, she’s not the first to care about the title of Count So to return to the academy.

Those words were received by Tinyashif.

“Huheung~ You can call me junior as usual, Nyan! You should have called it regardless of your position in the first place!”

I didn’t bother mentioning that the senior-junior relationship is also a word that represents a superior-subordinate relationship.

“Well… After graduating from the academy, I will create my own family, but I don’t know what to do now. What is Serien going to do?”

“I was just going to call you Lord Luatir.”

It’s definitely a decent title. I wish I could call you like that too.

“I… I really don’t know what to call it.”

Hilde frowned slightly and was deeply troubled. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand that behavior.

Hilde, who has always been dry in her relationships with others, doesn’t look like it. And it’s about the titles she calls, isn’t it an issue that has nothing to do with overlapping?

How chaotic the world would be if each person had to call it differently.

“I guess I should just call you Lord Luatir.”

“………”

Serien’s expression hardened slightly at those words. This too was an unexpected reaction. Was she Serien, or was she a child who cared about the names she called people?

Did you have any changes in your mind while growing up this time?

‘Why are these guys really like this…’

She didn’t express it, but she was honestly quite embarrassed.

Then, suddenly, Tinyashif spoke cautiously to Serien.

“Nyan… Hey… Can I help you?”

“What?”

“Just… This and that. I don’t think I will need much help in the future.”

Oh my God, Tinyashif made such an offer first. It’s a series of amazing things.

Serien also raised his eyebrows as if he was surprised, and asked again.

“You’re not the type to say such things without paying, are you?”

This is an accurate judgment.

“Ummm… Of course, I have a request for you, so I’m telling you.”

“Tell me first. There’s not much I can do for you right now.”

Strange feelings arose for Serien, who frankly admitted she needed help and offered her hand to Shamilton, her nemesis. He’s really grown up a lot.

Tinya Siff hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes and spoke up.

“Me, Nyarang! I hope I can help my junior’s relationship!”

At those words, Seri Endo and Hilde also stopped her steps. So I also stopped at the same time.

‘Uh… Uh?’

What is this reaction?

While I was flustered, Tinya Schiff continued his words like a waterfall.

“I already know that you are holding back women who approach your juniors because of the archwitch’s words. Still! Couldn’t the Archwitch be able to help a little while out of sight!?”

Tinya Schiff asked her to join her hands together, but Serien firmly shook her head.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry about? He said he would help revitalize your family if you just help him once!”

“…But still can’t.”

Serien shows a contradictory attitude. Tinya Schiff finally lost his temper and let out a barking sound with his tail held high.

Whenever that happened, Serien consistently said, “I’m sorry.”

And I…

‘…No way?’

I was being consumed by unknown anxiety.

Why did Serien refuse to say sorry? Also, in the words of his relationship with Lord Loatire.

Oh, and the reaction when I said I would call him Lord Luatir comes to mind.

Sir Luatir became Serien’s benefactor in this incident, and Serien…

And one conclusion that is combined.

‘A comrade has disappeared.’

In the end, I was convinced.

Like Tinasif, Serien also developed feelings of admiration for Sir Luatir.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain the current situation.

‘In the end, I was left alone.’

The prospect of struggling alone at the academy in the future made my mouth bitter.

But who am I to blame? Falling in love with a prince on a white horse who saved her from a desperate situation.

It’s not that Serien’s heart doesn’t make sense… But she did, but she couldn’t help being depressed.

Now that I have to deal with the reckless principal since I received my hair alone, and the arch witch who goes wild in a club whose harem nest has become more and more solid.

As I was chewing on my solitude, Hilde quietly came next to me and whispered to me.

“Sister Herilda.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Please take good care of me in the future.”

…What?

“After the appointment ceremony, I will also head to the academy to escort the Marquis of Loatire.”

“An escort?”

What kind of escort is the Grand Witch and the unidentified maid always by her side? I wanted him to be an escort in the first place, but I don’t need him.

“This is to contain and identify the ghost of the academy that made the Marquis of Loatire unable to use mana.”

If that’s the case, that’s understandable.

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My eyes went dark when I heard the news about the ghost. Even if he was criticized for not identifying such a risk factor in advance, he would have humbly accepted it.

If Hilde, the court mage, hides in her academy, she can relax.

Then she suddenly thought of something about her and whispered to her.

“Could you… personally do me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“The Archwitch doesn’t want women to gather around Gruathir. So I tweaked that a bit…”

“Sorry.”

Hilde cut my words like a knife, and she refused.

“Hilde…?”

When I called, Hilde slightly avoided her gaze and repeated the same words she said.

“…Sorry.”

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My eyes became dizzy.

Please… No?