Chapter 22. Not a boring pastime

"No, why does it all look like some kind of sur?!"

Although I tried in vain to get rid of the presence of these two, I never succeeded. A two-meter-tall knight with a scar across his face, whose name, as it turned out, was Meg, and the Crown Princess's right-hand man, Jacob Osman, followed me around all day. It seemed to me that they were spending too much effort guarding a useless prisoner like me.

And in the end, it turned into this.

Perhaps because I hadn't had a very good expression on my face all day, these two decided to find a way to cheer me up. And they did not come up with anything better than to arrange a tea party, imitating the leisure of noble ladies.

"Milady must have attended so many social events in the past. You probably miss those days!"

No, I wasn't really a regular at parties like this in the past. Rather, it would be easier to list which parties I haven't been to.