Confirming that Raide had left the room, Erika once again bowed to Hirbyde, smiled, and spoke.
"I said just Erika, but I am from a former count house. If something happens, please consult me."
"…Is that so. No wonder I felt something similar to her."
"Her, the duke's daughter?"
Hirbyde turned her back to Erika and took off her upper garment, becoming naked.
Erika took out a string from the magic bag and, while taking measurements, listened to Hirbyde's words.
When passing the string, from the beautifully shaped chest that peeked for a moment Erika averted her gaze.
Hirbyde reacted her body a little with a pikku at the sensation of the string, laughed enjoyably, but spoke in a voice that somewhere contained loneliness.
"Ah, she wears an atmosphere similar to yours. Because she tries to fight alone, I cannot leave her alone."
"Same as me… Some busybody will help you."
"Raide's matter?"
"Well… that I do not know."
