Sent to Another World!

When we were back at Lucas’ residence, Louise was in high spirits.
“Louise, calm down.”
Dean scolded her, but Louise was too elated to pay attention.
“You also saw it, big brother! Gallantly appeared to save me, knocking down the ruffian. Even when his opponent has a sword, he defeated it without moving a bit!”
“Yeah, I saw it. But you know, we’re royalty, we should act a bit more composed.”
“Big brother, you don’t get it! You don’t understand a woman’s heart!”

While it was entertaining to see Louise so excited, Dean knew that getting too infatuated with a man could lead to future difficulties.
He wanted to help Louise fulfill her romantic feelings, but royal marriages often involved political considerations.
It would be best if this remained a passing infatuation…

Dean’s thoughts were apparent to Louise.
Despite her buoyant mood, she contemplated how to make her feelings to be reciprocated.
In that aspect, Louise was ahead of Dean.
She understood that the disparity in their social statuses as royalty and a commoner would pose an obstacle to her wishes.
However, considering Yoshinobu’s strength, she thought her father might be swayed to allow it. There would likely be opportunities for them to meet each other.

First, he needed to become a noble…

Keeping a secret from Dean, Louise visited Yoshinobu.
“Mister Yoshinobu, I would like to express my gratitude for helping me earlier. Is that acceptable?”
“You don’t need to express gratitude. I helped not because I wanted some reward.”
“Please don’t say that. Besides, it’s painful to think that I can’t even offer my thanks?”
With wet and teary eyes, she gazed at him.

“Ah, alright, alright, please don’t cry.”
“Thank you.”
Louise was well-versed in using her tears to her advantage.

“Then, what will you give me in return?”
I decided to play along with Louise’s game.
Even if it was just a shoulder massage ticket, I intended to receive it with a smile, considering it a token from a little girl like her.

“I’d like you to accept this dagger.”
A maid that waits on Louise panicked.
“Your Royal Highness!”
“Be quiet. This is an order.”
The maid fell silent at Louise’s words.

In this country, when a male royal figure granted someone a blade, it means granting them a place as the giver’s direct subordinate.
Then, when a female royal figure bestowed a defensive dagger — a short sword — it was laden with implications of allowing the recipient to be close to her, a future partner or a fiancé.

“Hmm? Isn’t this something important?”
I hesitated to accept the dagger, reading the reactions of the maids.
The maids behind nodded energetically.

“Because it’s important. All the more reason I want you to accept it.”
Louise’s earnest gaze compelled me, and I received the dagger.
I thought Louise intended to give me the best thing she had to express her gratitude.
When I took the dagger, the maids seemed on the verge of tears. And it leaves a big impression on me.