Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"It's a small party, but there are still a lot of people." Ursula walked into the banquet hall of Mrs. Bertha, the organizer of the party, with Holmes on her arm.

"By the way, I haven't asked where you got this invitation letter. The relationship with your father?" She glanced at the guests present. Although she didn't know any of them, she felt that it was obviously not with Mycroft. Mr. Holmes has a style of painting.

"No, it's your relationship." Eric whispered. "The invitation letter was sent by the other party. I found it when I came back to check the letter yesterday."

"Huh?" Ursula looked up at him, reacting the moment she met his eyes.Sure enough, it was that ridiculous oriental heat effect again, and it seemed that the effect of the theater debut that day was very good.

"Ah, ah. It's Miss Watson, isn't it?" A magnetic female voice sounded from behind them. This was the only person Ursula knew through photos—the hostess of the banquet.

The reason why it is said that she is the only person recognized by looking at the photos is entirely because this Mrs. Bertha is so famous.She is always present at any event in the social world, and she is extremely keen on supporting the development of art, holding various exchange meetings, art exhibitions, book clubs, poetry readings and other activities.

Although her current husband's family does not have a title, she herself comes from an aristocratic family with a long family history.

According to the newspaper clippings provided by Sherlock Holmes, if it is true, it can be traced back to the era of King Arthur at least.

That's right, King Arthur.When she learned that the King Arthur of this world was not a legend but an official history, Ursula was calm about everything.

Oh, except for the shock of discovering that the family had a relative named John Watson.

This lady has a very unconventional behavior in this day and age.That is to let everyone call her not by her husband's surname Dinta, but by the name Bertha, just Mrs. Bertha.

It is said that she was famous for her temperament when she was not married. As the eldest daughter, she did not let others call her Countess Eckert,

When Ursula read the information, although she was resistant to social activities, she had a good impression of the lady herself.Especially in this month's special event of Discovery Poetry, she also promoted her, which greatly increased her favor.

So she didn't care about the other party's overly explicit look at her face, and said hello with a smile: "Good evening, Mrs. Bertha. It is a great honor to join your party."

"Good evening, Miss Watson. Oh, and little Mr. Holmes." She opened her fan and half-hid her face with a smile. "What a beautiful couple."

"Hi, ma'am." Eric saluted.

"I don't know if you mind, but I will temporarily borrow your lovely fiancee." She said with a smile, although the words she used were very polite, her tone was very certain.

Eric glanced at Ursula, saw her nod slightly, and replied with a smile: "Then please remember to return her when you start dancing. Otherwise, I don't know what to do with the first dance." .”

"Of course." Mrs. Bertha laughed. "Come on, Ursula. You don't mind if I call you that. I always like to call girls by their first names."

"I like my name too." Ursula also smiled, and the two of them linked arms affectionately, leaving little Holmes behind and walked to the other side of the banquet hall where artists and girls gathered.

"Little Mr. Holmes, let us have some fun too, and pass the time when the one we love is away."

Eric turned his head and found that it was Mr. Dinta, the host of the banquet.

"Of course. Thank you for your hospitality." He was slightly taken aback, but soon put on a polite and thoughtful smile, and walked with the other party to the chess and card room next door.

The smoke of shredded tobacco and cigars is lingering here, and many men who are not very interested in art gather here to play cards and chess to pass the time before dinner starts.

"Hey, Will. It's just two people short, how about we make a table." Two gentlemen just planned to make a table of cards, and when they saw the host Will Dinta come in with a new face, they hurriedly took The pipe in his lower mouth greeted.

"A game of bridge? Little Mr. Holmes." Mr. Dinta asked with a smile. "But let me tell you first, those two guys always win because they are too powerful, so no one wants to talk to them except me, the master."

"Hey, Will. You can't slander us in front of new friends like this." The young man who was about the same age as Eric among the two men protested dissatisfied.

Eric looked at the two gentlemen carefully.A blond-brown hair, light-colored eyes, about 30 years old, looks very shrewd.

Judging from the skin color near his hairline, Holmes Jr. initially judged that he should be engaged in the legal profession, most likely a judge who needs to wear wigs all the year round.

As for the other guy, Eric narrowed his eyes.

"Hi, I'm James Bruno." A black-haired young man who looked exactly like the paladin introduced himself to Holmes very enthusiastically. "You are Mr. Eric Holmes. I heard about you from my brother. Said you were super clever."

"Your Majesty the Viscount actually praised me so much?" Little Holmes was noncommittal. He felt that the original words of the paladin must not be this, after all, he was a "rival in love". "Really, it's flattering."

"Hahaha, it must be very interesting for the few of us to play cards! George, let me tell you, Mr. Holmes is just like us, one of the smartest people in London." This James looks completely different from his two-tempered brother Not the same, he is a cheerful young man.

"Your skin is getting thicker, James." The brown-haired man named George rolled his eyes. "What does it mean to be the same as us?"

"Hello, I'm George Wade, and I'm a judge by profession." The brown-haired man shook hands with Eric and introduced briefly. "I'm sorry, this guy's temperament is just like that, he's showing his teeth and claws."

"This saves trouble, and I don't need to waste my time introducing you. Hahaha." Mr. Dinta laughed. "Come, take your seats, gentlemen."

Four people sat at the poker table.

For some reason, James Bruno insisted on being in the same group as Eric.

The two sat down facing each other in the east-west direction, and the owner, Mr. Dinta, began to shuffle the cards.

"Little Mr. Holmes, do you mind if I call you by your first name? Of course, you can also call me James." said the paladin's younger brother. "I don't like being called Bruno, it's like calling me brother."

"Of course, James." Eric said gently.

"Hahaha. I knew it, aren't you easy to get along with?" James laughed. "Sure enough, it's Edgar's problem. His ghostly personality doesn't get along with anyone."

Little Holmes didn't respond to his complaints, but the other party didn't seem to need his response, and continued to speak cheerfully.

"By the way, who are you here with? I am accompanying my sister. Tsk, fortunately there is still such a space for those of us who are not interested in poetry or painting to gather together."

At this time, Mr. Dingta, who was sitting at Bei's house, began to deal the cards.

While sorting out the suits of his cards slowly, Eric replied: "My fiancée."

"Ah, what a mistake. You should be in the same group as Will. Two lonely bachelors and two happy people." James looked at Holmes who was about his age in surprise, and then shouted in an envious tone.

"You are the only one who is lonely, and I enjoy being single very much." The Mr. Judge scolded him angrily.

"Tut tsk tsk, you just didn't meet the right person. Look at my brother, such a guy, now he has changed his mind because he met the right girl." James said happily. "Maybe I'll have cute little nephews and nieces soon, hahaha."

"No way. You mean Edgar?" Mr. Dinta was taken aback, stopped sorting cards, and widened his eyes. "It's big news that he's still able to settle down."

"Hey hey hey." James said with a smirk, "No, I didn't believe it at first. But! That guy actually brought back a piece of girl's hair, washed it with his own hands and found a gift box to wrap it up. Then A few days ago, I watched him go out with that gift box. Hehe~"

"..." Eric said in his heart that sure enough, although Ursula has always had a sudden love for the paladin captain, her mentality is at the stage of conspiracy theory.Swearing that the other party must be a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken is not good.

However, as a "rival in love", he is much more sensitive than his incomprehensible Miss Witch.

Perhaps, the feelings of that Mr. Knight are mixed with some impure factors.However, the look in the eyes of the other party when he saw Ursula could not fool him who was also in a state of pursuit.

Therefore, Miss Sweetheart's current mentality of completely isolating the other party is certainly caused by her own way of thinking, but Eric's attitude and introduction to Mr. Paladin are also contributing to the flames.

Little Holmes lowered his eyes and smiled, calmly continuing to arrange the cards.

"Could it be... that young lady?"

Mr. Dinta hesitated. He felt that it was inappropriate to gossip about other girls on this occasion.

"Who!" James immediately looked at him excitedly. "Tell me quietly, none of us will spread the word."

"Hey, that's the lady who wrote poems for your brother." Mr. Dinta said carefully. "Just when you Miss Bruno came last time, wasn't your brother accompanying you? That lady was also there. After that, she wrote a poem and it was published in the poetry magazine."

"I remember it was called..."

……

"Helena White."

Ursula was greeted by a girl with reddish hair, her cheeks redder than her hair. "You are the writer of "No. 12 Moons" and "Magical Detective Love Chronicle", aren't you, Miss Watson?"

Miss Helena shook Ursula's hand excitedly.

This……

It was only then that Ursula realized how shameful the title of her latest book on Eric was, compared with her previous literary style.

It seemed that she and Little Holmes were really tormenting each other. Thinking about how proud she was when she used this name to laugh at each other.

"I am." Ursula silently swallowed her internal pain, and at the same time understood the reason why Mrs. Bertha was so enthusiastic about her.

With the addition of oriental blood and female writers, she looked around at the few men in this rest area, and the many girls who looked very literary and artistic at first glance, and they were indeed in the appetite of this maverick lady .

The news network of the old aristocrats should not be underestimated, she thought, and silently glanced at Mrs. Bertha who was smiling gracefully beside her.

She obviously used a pseudonym, and she didn't take much part in the publishing process of all the books, but her real identity was still found out.

"I really like your story," said Miss Helena eagerly. "And your uncle's Dr. Watson's book. It's very interesting that you two should both be writing a Mr. Holmes story."

"I think it's funny, too." Ursula kept smiling and decided to change the subject. "I also had the honor to read your poems in the latest poetry magazine, Miss Helena, it's really amazing." She secretly thought about when to talk about the specific content of this poem with the other party.

"You are all my lovely muses." Mrs. Bertha laughed. "So let's put off complimenting each other, and let me introduce our other friends to Miss Ursula."

Dutifully, as the hostess put it, the members of the group who seemed to know each other very well were introduced to her one by one.

After a while, Ursula struggled to memorize the names of more than a dozen girls, including Mary, Ann Lise, and Corolla.

I also met several noble ladies who are as keen on funding artists as Mrs. Bertha.There were, of course, some female opera singers and ballet principals who were quite famous in this era.They were all artists whom Lady Bertha loved.

Finally, there are men, whose careers are much richer than those of several professional ladies, some are painters, some are musicians, and poets.Of course there is also the presence of an operatic tenor.

Ursula, who is somewhat face-blind, struggled to fully use her brain to match each name with the face as much as possible.

At this moment, Mrs. Bertha, who had already led Ursula through the audience, frowned. She asked the painter she had talked with just now: "Where are Miss Sophie and Mr. Kuru?"

"Ah, I saw them at the beginning. Miss Sophie, I don't know, but Kuru, he may have gone to play cards." The painter named Andrew shrugged.

"Forget it, anyway, they will be back by dinner time." Mrs. Bertha thought of something, loosened her brows, and said to herself.

"Come, Miss Ursula, let us take a seat, be comfortable, and talk to me about your books and your views on art."

This tone is a bit like an interview.Ursula thought to herself, it seems that this lady is trying to lure her into some art association, so let's take a wave of academic investigation first?

This is different from the scene she imagined before where she could listen to the artist's high-pitched speeches, and it was too exhausting.

However, Ursula and Holmes came here this time to penetrate into their inner circle so as to obtain first-hand information in this circle.

Since people are not interested in Mr. Detective, who doesn't know how to behave, and just send him away at the beginning, then she can only work hard and make it on her own.

Ursula braced herself for conversation with the lady.Unexpectedly, but they didn't talk a few words about art, they suddenly changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, because my family originated from the time of King Arthur, I have always believed that the land of fairies is real." Mrs. Bertha said enthusiastically.

"So I'm very interested in seeing your stories about merfolk and pirate treasure. The merfolk, in particular, remind me of my experiences."

"What. Did you meet a mermaid?" Ursula was intrigued.

"Hahaha, that's right. When I was young, I often went to a seaside villa for summer. One night, suddenly I couldn't sleep, so I just lay on the window sill and looked at the sea."

"I remember that the moon was very big that day, and I felt sleepy again after looking at it for a while. Just as I was about to go back to sleep, I suddenly saw a huge silver fish tail slapping the sea water, appearing in the moonlight."

"Oh my God." Ursula covered her mouth lightly and exclaimed. This kind of compliment made Mrs. Bertha very satisfied. She continued to speak with more concentration, and specially lowered her voice so that her already magnetic voice , adding a mysterious atmosphere to the story.

"I realized at the time that it was the legendary mermaid, and I stared at it. Watching him dexterously follow the tide to climb up a reef that is very close to the villa, pick something off his head, and straighten his hair."

"Then what?" Miss Helena also came over and found a place to sit down. Sure enough, she was also very interested in these mystical things.

"Then, a completely unexpected person appeared! It was my housekeeper!" Mrs. Bertha said vividly

"He suddenly appeared on the beach like that. The mermaid was also very strange. After seeing him, he screamed. It should be a scream." Mrs. Bertha recalled. "Anyway, it's not the kind of sound that humans would make. After calling it, it ran away."

"Because I was too young, I looked at it for a while, and vaguely saw that the butler seemed to pick up something, so I couldn't hold back and fell asleep. The next day when I woke up from the bed, I thought I was It was a dream."

"Isn't it really a dream?" Several men came over and asked curiously.

"Of course not, because I went directly to the housekeeper for breakfast and asked him what he picked up on the beach yesterday. I was so entangled with him that he simply gave it to me."

"What is it?" The other girls also stopped listening.

Only Ursula, upon hearing the mermaid, took the words from her head and immediately thought of something.Sure enough, Mrs. Bertha immediately confirmed her idea: "It's a red hat."

"Red hat!" The audience chattered.

"I don't think it fits well with a mermaid."

"I thought it was going to be a pearl comb or something."

No, it's too much.

The only lady witch who can see through the truth thinks that a group of mermaids in the ocean—the Merlot mermaids—wear red hats, and that red hats can help them dive.If it is obtained by other creatures, it can also wear a hat and breathe underwater.

Because her hometown is not near the sea and she deals with freshwater mermaids every day, Ursula feels very sorry that she has no chance to get a red hat.

A magical prop that saves potions.

"What about this hat now?" Someone asked.

Ursula also looked at Lady Bertha, leaning on the sofa.

"It's in the collection room of this house. When I got married, I brought it with me as a childhood memory. After dinner, anyone who is interested can visit it." Mrs. Bertha said very generously.

"What about your butler?" Ursula thought for a while, and asked a question from a different angle. "I really want to meet this brave gentleman."

"Ah, he is still working at my father's house. Mr. Almighty, we can't do without him everywhere in our house."

really interesting.Ursula secretly wrote down this clue. It seemed that the butler was probably not a pure human, because even a human with magic skills would not dare to be so careless as to directly contact the melo mermaid who was at home under the moonlit night.

Only goblins with non-human blood can be so reckless.

Then, because of this story, everyone's enthusiasm for various mermaid legends suddenly opened up. Ursula felt that the time was out of place, and she fell into the same weird story meeting as when she attended the village party in her hometown.

……

At this time, the men's bridge table has already begun to deal the second deck of cards for the second round.

Unlike Ursula, who instinctively rejected being in a lively environment, Eric Holmes was comfortable in this kind of occasion.

"Ha, I want it."

James Bruno dropped a spade and said.

"You started again. Although I didn't play with you this time, I really can't stand your non-cooperative behavior. Tsk." Mr. Judge complained about his young friend, and then turned his head to the little boy. said Holmes.

"It's hard for you, Eric."

"It's all right." Little Holmes smiled.Sure enough, bridge was a powerful tool to promote social distance in the [-]th century when entertainment was scarce. After just one game, the relationship between the four people was different.

Even Mr. George, who looked mature and stable, began to call each other names.

The younger brother of the suspicious paladin was even more serious. Under the circumstances that he didn't care about the cards of his teammates at all, Holmes still led him to win a round easily, and he looked more closely at Eric. .

"Come to play at my house in a few days, Eric." He warmly invited. "I'll show you my horses, there are a few that are particularly strong."

"You again..." Mr. Judge didn't want to complain any more. "It's a new friend and you show them your precious horses and that shield."

"Shield?" Eric asked in surprise.This is really surprising, after all, the words shield, horse and paladin only appeared in the mouth of the demon knight the night before.

"Heirloom, a shield with a horse on it. It is said to be from the time of King Arthur." Mr. Judge called a card, and then continued. "The Viscount also has it, but it's much more handsome than his high-end one. He's an asshole."

"Oh. The time of King Arthur, that was amazing." Eric pretended to admire.

"Hmph, silly George. What do you know, my brother represents offense, and I represent protection. There is no distinction between the two."

"But your brother doesn't live in the stables every day. It's He Dun's nonsense to talk about deepening the relationship with the horse." Mr. Judge countered mercilessly.

"You don't understand." James was not angry at all, but patted the other person's shoulder sympathetically. "You don't understand, George. But... Eric, you must understand!"

He suddenly stared at little Holmes brightly: "I heard Edgar say that you, like us, also... like weird things."

It was the first time Eric heard this description of communicating with other worlds, and he really couldn't laugh or cry.At the same time, he also lit a candle for Mr. Demon. By the way, Ursula had taught him how to use this kind of candle.

This unlucky air monster has always provoked some guys he can't beat since they met.A stableman, named George, and a family heirloom.

Little Holmes glanced silently at the little friend of James Bruno who had inherited the shield—that Judge George.I feel that things have become very clear.

One, the story of a liar (goblin) trying to deceive ordinary people, but the ordinary people he thought were actually undercover policemen (Paladin Reserves) with pseudonyms.

Let Ursula return the name to Wigginson when they get home. It's a trivial matter to involve them, but mainly because the monster's luck is really bad.

"I probably understand what you mean. I accept your invitation. I will go there when I have time in a few days." Little Holmes laughed heartily and cleared the last card.

"Ha, we won again." James also finished playing the cards, and he quickly calculated the result mentally while pulling the scorecard.

"Yeah, Eric. Big win, another round?"

"No, no. Dinner is about to start." Mr. Dingta, the host, shook his head to stop them.

As soon as the words were finished, the butler came in and invited the men back to the banquet hall to take their seats.

"I want to sit with you, Eric." James Bruno, who walked towards the restaurant together, said positively.

"The seat was arranged early in the morning, and you messed up again." The judge sighed. "There are so many ladies today, it's rude for two men to sit next to each other."

"It's okay. Someone will trade with me." He didn't care. "Or let my sister sit with you, and I sit with your fiancee, and we face each other, that would be fine."

"That's really... thank you very much." Little Holmes glanced at this guy and replied slowly.

Beloved little son.

During his observations during this period, he gave James Bruno such a definition.He is as talented as his elder brother but doesn't have to bear too many responsibilities. If the demon knight incident is as he expected, then this young man's IQ should not be underestimated.Eric thought, as expected, Bruno is not a good guy to deal with, how to get back the umbral who inquired about the news is a long-term plan.

"Huh? Didn't Sophie come over?" James Bruno looked at the crowd in surprise. "Are you still chatting? Then let's leave her a place first, girls are always dawdling."

"By the way, Eric. Who is your fiancée?" He didn't know if he was overly careless, but he quickly put aside his sister's whereabouts and turned to little Holmes.

"There." Eric quickly found Ursula who was laughing with a bunch of girls. "Wait a minute, I'll bring her over."

"Tsk, lucky man. He has a fiancee at such a young age." James smacked his lips while crossing his arms.

"Then you don't want it when you get engaged in front of your house." His friend laughed. "Maybe Eric is also a family marriage."

"That's not true. You, a guy who has been single for thousands of years, won't understand." James Bruno sneered. "The light in his eyes! Do you know that when he talked about his fiancée, his eyes were shining brightly."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see it. After all, I am a normal adult, not a kid with a girlish heart." Mr. Judge said indifferently. "If you want to fall in love, go find it. You see so many lovely and talented girls here, don't you think that none of them are in love with you?"

"You don't understand, George. My family is in a special situation, and I'm looking for a..." He fell silent suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Judge looked strangely at his friend who suddenly became quiet.

I saw that the young man's face was flushed and his eyes were fixed on one direction.

Mr. Judge followed his gaze.

I saw little Sherlock Holmes walking towards them with a beautiful girl.

"James...you." Mr. Judge has a bad instinct. "Why is your face red?"

"I'm in love, George," he said dreamily.

"with who?"

"The brunette with the gold earring," he murmured.

Mr. Judge really felt a headache this time, and he directly slapped the opponent hard on the back. "Be sober, that's your new friend's fiancée."

"What? Isn't it my sister?" Mr. Bruno Jr. was woken up by his friend, very frightened.

"Didn't you say that you are going to pick up your fiancée? Where is your sister!" Mr. Judge growled in a low voice. "Didn't you say that you are one of the smartest people in London? Just cover up your expression and put this absurd idea back."

"But they are so similar..." James Bruno said to himself, still not moving his eyes from that direction.

"..." Eric who was not far away moved his ears, and suddenly wanted to turn around and leave.

"What is it?" Ursula looked up, feeling his sudden slowing down. "Didn't you say that the introducer introduced me?"

"I don't want to think about it now." He held his forehead, and quickly explained the situation to Miss Witch in a low voice.

"What the hell!" Ursula twitched her mouth and pinched Eric's cuff. "Are they treating me like catnip?"

"Tsk, that's very appropriate. Although I don't know if they are cats, but there must be something about you that attracts them." The young detective sighed. "It's really tiring to do the same routine twice."

"..." It's more than exhaustion. Ursula is now frantically thinking about whether she was playing any Sherlock Holmes-themed otome games before she crossed over in her previous life. Otherwise, there is no way to explain this weird situation.

"Do you still want to go there?" asked little Holmes. "Let me remind you first. According to my observation, this younger brother has no idea that the young lady his elder brother pursued recently is you."

"Huh? Are you hinting at me, sir?" Miss Witch narrowed her eyes.

"You are mistaken, miss. I only want to complicate things a bit." Little Holmes laughed.

"You are really honest, bad elf. But it seems that the center of the storm is your poor fiancé." Ursula complained when she saw Eric's fearful eyes.

"Then do you still want to go there? Miss Fiancee~" Eric looked sideways at her.

"Why don't you go there?" She thought about it and smiled. "Aren't you the one who works at this time? Mr. Fiance~"

"Work hard, dear Eric," said Ursula, standing on tiptoe and leaning into Holmes' ear. "If you are too calm about your feelings, you will lose!"

"So, will I lose?" Eric threw the question back slyly.

The two looked at each other for a long time, raising their eyebrows at the same time.

Ursula's gesture of approaching little Holmes to whisper, from the perspective of James Bruno and Mr. Judge who were not far away, looked like a girl gently kissing the side of little Holmes.

"Tsk, give up, my friend. He has such a good relationship, don't do stupid things." The judge patted Mr. Bruno on the shoulder and said.

"..." James Bruno took a look, and suddenly stopped the unmarried couple who were looking at each other, lowering their heads and looking unclear.

"Good evening, gentlemen." Ursula came up to Eric on her arm and greeted them with a perfect business smile.

"James, George. Let me introduce you. This is Miss Ursula Watson, my fiancée." Little Holmes said briskly, as if he hadn't noticed Mr. Bruno's various entanglements. "Ursula, how about you sit with James later, he is the younger brother of our old friend Viscount Bruno. And this Mr. George Wade is a young and promising judge."

"Nice to meet you." She looked at the two gentlemen very carefully, and then deliberately mentioned something to Mr. Bruno Jr. "Your brother is very impressive."

"Oh, yes, is it?" James Bruno stammered. "You too, Miss Watson. Your eyes are as charming as golden flames."

"..." Ursula felt that the matter was ridiculous when she heard the description of the golden flame, and she spoke again gently. "What a coincidence, your brother said the same thing, exactly the same description."

"Really? Hahahaha, Edgar's eyes are as good as mine, hahahaha." Hearing what the girl said, James Bruno laughed awkwardly.

Ursula and Eric exchanged glances. As a younger brother, this James may have the same eyes as that paladin. Could it be that the two of them have this strange feeling because they saw the golden flame on her body? reaction?

If it hadn't been for the wrong occasion, Ursula would have liked to sack this little Bruno and press him to find out what strange quality about her so attracted his family.

Eric felt the girl's restlessness, and put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

However, the eyes of Mr. Bruno Jr. also moved to his hand.

Little Holmes suddenly said, "James? Why is your expression not quite right? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." James Bruno quickly recovered his lively appearance under Mr. Judge's stern eyes.He looked straight into the eyes of his new friend, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

Ursula watched this seemingly friendly, but actually dark and turbulent confrontation with a blank face.

Fortunately, a waiter came over soon, breaking the weird atmosphere, and everyone was seated harmoniously on the surface.

She was placed between Mr. Judge and that little Mr. Bruno, and diagonally opposite was the vacant seat for Miss Bruno.

"Why hasn't she come yet?" Mr. Bruno Jr. looked at the empty seat opposite him and wondered.

"Miss Bruno?" Ursula thought of what Madame Bertha said earlier. "Is Miss Bruno's name Sophie?"

"It's Sophie, Sophie Bruno. Have you met her? Oh, of course, you girls are together." Seeing Ursula take the initiative to speak to him, James Bruno was obviously happy.

"Unfortunately, I haven't met Miss Bruno. I just learned from Mrs. Bertha that everyone has never seen her, and there is another Mr. Painter." Ursula suggested with a worried expression: " Otherwise, go and look for it, it's been so long."

"Ah, no need. She'll come back when she's had enough fun." The older brother didn't mean to worry about his younger sister at all.

"..." Ursula was speechless.

"That... she is a girl from Bruno's family after all, ahem, do you understand what I mean? It's just... that kind of chivalry family." Seeing the disapproval expression of the girl beside him, James Bruno said Feeling that my words seem to be very impressive, I quickly added.

"I see." Ursula said with interest, "So, can girls from your family also join the ranks of... knights?"

"Normally not, but Sophie wants to join. She has been very hardworking and talented since she was a child. My father and brother are old-fashioned."

"Stupid? You mean the Viscount?" Ursula asked in surprise. "I think he's very lively in society."

"That's the surface. I mean when he was working, that was his true face." Bruno Jr. replied, probably because he had sensed Ursula's magic power and confirmed that he was a type of person, so he was not ignorant of some things. cover up.

"So the Lord Viscount in that state is the real one.