The existence of a deacon is not strange to be in any mansion. If it is a house of nobility, it naturally exists, and they are so rarely judged on the character of the house by the work of their butler.

That is the same thing in Istharika, but the circumstances are slightly different in Ain’s mansion in Strom.

Although there are only a few beings serving as servants who say deacons, so to speak, there is no such thing as deacons with masters of mansions.

Martha is the one who serves to bind servants at Ain’s mansion.

Among the servants who have taken care of young Olivia, it is a heavy town, second from above even in the castle of the king’s capital.

Sometimes I help Ain when I’m at the mansion, but I don’t do the kind of work the original butler does.

But Ain had Krone.

While in love with Ain, she is the closest thing to a deacon in a bystander position.

– But.

There was one thing I thought Graf, who was born a Grand Duke and grew up to be a grand aristocrat who supported land transport throughout the country.

“It is a matter of not having a butler like His Highness…”

It’s been a week since Ein returned to Strom.

Graf groaned as Ain’s birthday support and so on progressed slightly as he took his feet on business with the Chamber of Commerce.

Late in the day, a trusted butler welcomes his husband when an important guest takes his feet.

In Graf’s case, Alfred, who has been dating for decades, is not here. If you insist, an old knight who says Marco is close to picking him up, but he is a knight.

I’m never dissatisfied with Ain.

But from somewhere small, I don’t like Ein being licked by nobles.

Should I introduce people sooner or later? No, would it be disrespectful to the royal family?

A bewildered graph waits for a servant to show up from inside the mansion for dozens of seconds.

“- I’ve been waiting for you. Lord Graf.”

There was an old gentleman with a leg under the graph.

The short, well-groomed gray hair, the mustache grown under his nose, is carefully groomed and gracefully dressed in a black monochromatic swallow tail outfit.

The standing behavior was brilliant, and in retrospect, the fresh feelings were revived when the servants of the castle surprised me when I brought Krone to Ishtarika.

“Master Ain is waiting for you in the hall. Come on, come on in.”

“Ugh, um…”

Two, Graf was blinded by the old gentleman’s arm.

“… armor, huh?

Heavy, glossy armor in pitch black covering the old gentleman’s right hand. The left hand was covered with pure white gloves, and the trick of putting his hand on the chest and lowering his head was stunning.

Graf asks.

“That’s a brilliant hand.”

“It’s an honor. There is no more joy in praising the beginning of the power that my Lord has given me.”

“Well, more than the Lord – in other words, is it a substitute given His Highness”

“You’re right.”

“Would the armor be from a blacksmith with a sawdust name? Is that Lord Shearling?

Then the old gentleman laughed much more.

“This one is my own.”

and.

At last, the irreconcilable graph stands in front of the hall door where Ain waits.

I still can’t get an answer that sounds like an answer.

Ain waiting in the room to get up off the couch.

“Mr. Graff. Thank you for coming.”

“No, you’re the one who’s going to take care of Non. Thank you again today.”

“Haha, let me talk to you soon – Marco, have some tea for Mr. Graff too”

Where’s Marco? As soon as Graf thought so.

“I’m in awe. Dear Ein.”

The old gentleman, who was supposed to be standing next to him, replied.

I busily reciprocated my gaze between Ain and the old gentleman who replied, as soon as the old gentleman left.

“So, Your Highness!? That the butler now is Lord Marco…… ugh!?

“Yes, it is.”

“Let me get back to you… No, what the hell happened before I got to my feet for a while…”

“… Actually, it’s a sudden story”

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Time goes back, the morning after Ein thanked Archet.

At the cobbled training ground, the summoned dill and Marco are on their knees in front of Ain.

“Give Dill this sword. Thanks for everything.”

“Ho, are you sure?!? So many famous swords, knights like me…”

“You’re my precious knight, so I hope you’re not so despised.”

If I give it to you, I may have the stage I deserve.

For example, a castle, something would be more desirable during its sight than anywhere else.

But to put it differently, Strom’s mansion is now a castle for Ein.

“What a light sword…… and the sharpness”

Dill waved his sword in a streamlined motion to make sure he felt it.

The cobblestone was mutilated by a sword flash that shook down.

“To my family heirloom, it’s a lifelong pride”

Ain’t embarrassed to be told so much, but I returned the word above all if you were happy with me.

Dill carried his sheath to his waist belt, accompanied by the sword he had just received.

The next thing Ain has in his hand is the Great Sword, and the person who gives this to him is of course Marco.

“I want Marco to take it too”

“… in fear. I don’t think I’ve achieved so much fame.”

The decision to create a sword between the two was made before the Red Dragon Crusade and others were accomplished.

Now, Marco can treat it as a reward such as the Red Dragon Crusade, but he shows an attitude of rhetoric that it’s no big deal.

“Perhaps I should apologize for not giving you a rewarding reward as a Royal Isthtarian.”

“Dear Ein…? What the hell…”

“You’ve protected the castle for hundreds of years in the old king’s capital.”

The directive that Marco received over Cain is something that Marco has had for hundreds of years.

Afterwards, when Ain’t got it all figured out, long before he was told he was done with his assignment.

Though many rewarding words were given to Marco, there is still a desire to reward him in form as the one who stands above him.

“As a Royal Ishtarika, I personally thank Marco. I’m going to give you something else next time because I’m weak as a reward for centuries of work… but I want Marco to take this sword”

Serious eyes, clear, unclean eyes, are directed at Marco.

“-“

I cannot accept the shame of not accepting. What is loyalty without knowing your lord’s will?

The supreme of those who have the Lord to serve, the weapons to be given to them prevail over all pride – Marco, a knight who lives faithfully, raised his hands trembling with tensions throughout his body that he had never felt this way in his life.

“This old body, we do not have words that can withstand so much joy”

Then I want more than ever.

The muscles running through Marco’s armor swell and the blue-green energy suddenly flows out. Extremely impressed, it’s never such a cheap thing, it’s his unique emotion that he needs to do more loyalty than ever before.

Faithfulness to this day must show something that will only be Xia.

Towards both hands raised, a newly struck sword is given.

“… Ma, Marco?

For a moment, Marco’s movements, which were shaking his whole body until just now, stop. The energy running through the muscles also lurked the ringing again.

“Dear Ein!? Lord Marco…”

Marco’s whole body gradually transforms into white so that it freezes.

Geez – crisp…… A dry sound reminiscent of when you hang water on ice.

“Dill! Hurry up and get Mr. Archet! Hurry up!”

“Ha!”

Without even looking at Dill, who ran out in a hurry, Ain narrowed his eyes to Marco’s condition.

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