I’ll Live My Second Life!

46

Then some time went by.

Phil was busy serving, and Lynette had a peaceful day for that matter.

The groove with just the samurai around opened.

Still, Lynette didn’t care. Ever since I was young, I’ve been educated to be a samurai. I have acquired all sorts of knowledge and skills. If I had confidence in my abilities, I wouldn’t have bothered to get along with them around.

The ladies around also looked down at Lynette because she was younger.

Yet no one can beat her with knowledge, so only jealousy goes.

With all that little discord, Lynette worked hard and awesome every day as Miss Feel’s samurai.

That day, a party was held at the Royal Palace.

Not especially on any day. The King and his wife, who wanted to brag about Mr. Phil, and the nobles who wanted to have some connection with Mr. Phil, frequently opened up places like this.

Honestly, as a samurai serving from preparation to the back, it was unwelcome.

Phil was made to deal with a lot of people late at night, and when it’s over, it’s a mess. But, Phil, you still smile and everyone responds.

As for Lynette, I was unhappy to ask the King and his wife to take care of her health.

The party is always understaffed, even though it serves the side.

Lynette also stayed away from Mr. Feel during the party, carrying tons of food and drinks and engaging in backside work.

About an hour after the party began, the venue was beginning to run out of wine.

“There is a lack of wine. I don’t see it, but where is it?

“Oh, well, it’s in the third room in the hallway that leads between the carnes.”

Lynette frowned at the answer she had received from the samurai she had heard.

“Wasn’t that a normal room over there?

And a little farther.

“Nobody’s using it right now, and we’re using it to put things away during the party.”

“You may not know the side of the newcomer, but it’s the usual thing.”

The answer returned to the mix of dislikes seemed quite the best.

Lynette was not at all suspicious of this answer because she was usually distrustful of the work of the samurai.

“Could you go get it?

Thus asked the samurai, but the samurai smiled and shook her head.

“Excuse me, because we can’t let go”

It didn’t look that way. It was more of a samurai that looked like a handkerchief.

But it’s a waste of time to argue, and I didn’t originally expect anything from the samurai around me.

“Okay. I’ll take it.”

Lynette decided to carry her own wine. Grab a trolley to carry a box of wine and head to the room where you keep it.

Lynette misunderstood. The malice of the samurai.

Even if they didn’t like it, I thought it would be enough to go back and get a job like this one.

As a samurai, she was still a child, even if she had better abilities than anyone else.

She still didn’t know that malice, which shouldn’t be such a big deal, could be transformed into outrageous malice for those directed by mixing it with just a little carelessness, prank, and collective psychology.

It was darkness that was hovering Lynette when she ran down the hallway and jumped into the room the samurai taught her, even though she was aware that she was behaving badly.

(Why the lights…)

If it was in a room with wine, it would have been lit about the light. Otherwise, I can’t do the work.

In the dark room, behind her, slightly stunned, the door shut at will.

And from behind, someone hugged her body as much as they wanted.

“We finally got to be alone. Glad to hear it, Lynette.”

When that voice went into his ear, Lynette’s body was dominated by chills enough that she was about to collapse from her feet.

That was the voice of Count Jarouge……