Chapter 15

**Milreld’s Gratitude (Milreld’s side / Noel’s side)**

A searing pain shot through my back, and I knew I was dying.

This was before Noel turned back time. It was when I shielded Mireille from the deadly blade wielded by the former crown prince, Udrich.

Judrich’s knife stabbed into my back, and I collapsed on the spot. Blood and life flowed out of me from the wound. I couldn’t move or breathe. I coughed up the lukewarm blood that welled up from my lungs. Mireille screamed in anguish.

I couldn’t find solace in the thought that I had protected Mireille. The dying me could no longer protect her.

I heard Judrich shouting, “It’s all over! I don’t care about anything anymore! But Mireille, I’ll take you down with me! I’ll tear apart the one who ruined my life!!”

I could sense Judrich approaching. This man would kill Mireille. But I could no longer protect her.

It was despair. The hopelessness of being unable to do anything as her death loomed. More terrifying than my own death was the thought of her being killed.

At that moment,.

“Time, go back!!!”

The moment I heard Noel’s shout, my consciousness abruptly ceased.

—

Mireille and I were saved by Noel. Within the rewound time, we succeeded in thwarting Judrich’s wicked deeds.

Everything unfolded perfectly, and I earned the right to confess my love to Mireille.

At first, I couldn’t grasp that Noel was the child of the goddess Floren, but now I fully accept it. Noel is my benefactor.

“Thank you, Noel. I can’t thank you enough.”

When I expressed my gratitude, Noel wore a proud expression (commonly known as a’smug face’) and chuckled, “fufufu.”

“So, Milreld, can I stop using polite language with you? Noel hates formal speech. I also want to drop the ‘sir’ part.”

I wondered why it had to come to that, but I was no longer in a position to dictate Noel’s lifestyle. Noel’s employer-patron had shifted from me to Countess Mireille Gloriosa, and Noel now resided in the townhouse recently purchased by Mireille—the Gloriosa Estate.

“…Do as you like.”

“Yay!”

Noel’s rudeness was glaring, but considering she was my benefactor and no longer under my supervision, I couldn’t say much.

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(Noel’s Perspective)

**Fufufufu.**

Lately, life has become much easier for Noel. This is because Milreld, who used to be a “scary big brother,” has become kind.

Although Milreld was on the verge of death, he survived thanks to Noel rewinding time. As a life-saving benefactor, Noel was told she didn’t need to use formal language or titles with him anymore. It’s so much easier now.

Moreover, Mireille became an important countess and bought a new house, so Noel recently moved there. Now, Milreld, who used to nag a lot, doesn’t complain anymore, and Noel enjoys living happily with Mireille.

Fufufufu. Every day is so carefree for Noel.

—

However! Milreld suddenly said something outrageous!!

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“Mireille. I think you should seriously consider Noel’s education. It’s a problem if she can’t use polite language.”

This happened during snack time one day. Milreld, who was visiting, was having snacks with Mireille and Noel.

“Milreld, that’s unfair! You said I didn’t need to use polite language with you!”

“That was only in reference to me. If you grow up without understanding proper manners, you’ll end up causing trouble for yourself.”

“Ugh. What kind of twisted logic is that?”

Despite Noel’s complaints, Milreld ignored her and continued talking to Mireille.

“You don’t intend to return Noel to living in the commoners’ district, do you?”

“No, that’s—”

“Whether you raise her as a private artist from the common class or eventually adopt her, Noel will surely struggle if she remains uncultured and impolite.”

Ugh. Milreld is saying mean things. Mireille, help me…

However.

“You’re right. Without proper manners, she won’t be able to survive in noble society.”

Gasp. Even Mireille is saying mean things!

“Maybe I should hire a governess.”

Governess!?

“No way! Noel doesn’t need a governess! If a governess comes, I won’t be able to sleep.”

“Not be able to sleep…? What are you talking about?”

“If a governess comes, I’ll definitely drive her away.”

When Noel got extremely angry, Mireille said, “If she dislikes it that much, it would be cruel to force it on her.”

“I’ll continue to educate her myself, as I have been.”

Phew. Thank goodness.

“But you always spoil Noel. That’s not good for her.”

Ugh. Milreld, stop saying unnecessary things…

“Ugh.”

While Noel was grumbling, Milreld sighed and said, “It can’t be helped.”

“Then I’ll take on Noel’s education.”

What!?

“You, Brother”

“Yes.”

Milreld nodded, looking a bit bothered.

“Rejoice, Noel. I, the chief administrative officer supporting the government, will instill the highest level of education and manners in you. Educating you might be a challenge… but as your ‘life-saving benefactor,’ it’s the least I can do as a gentleman of the kingdom.”

What!?

“I’m not like Mireille. I won’t go easy on you, even if you’re a child. Prepare yourself. I’ll make sure you’re a lady who can proudly stand at any social gathering. That’s my way of repaying you.”

He said this with a serious face.

…This is the worst situation. Milreld is definitely harsher than a governess.

“Help me, Mireille!!”

After much discussion among the three of us, it was decided that Mireille would continue to be Noel’s teacher.

“Brother, you’re too busy to play the role of a tutor, aren’t you? Leave it to me. She’s still very young, so a bit of spoiling and fun in teaching will be just right. If we’re too strict from the start, she’ll break.”

“…Is that so? Then I’ll leave it to you for now.”

Good job, Mireille!

As Noel sighed in relief, Mireille asked her…

“…Noel, just to be sure, you don’t have some kind of cheat that automatically translates spoken words into polite language, do you?”

“Nope, nothing like that.”

“I see. Understood.”

I could hear Mireille’s inner thoughts: “Of course, there’s no such thing. There wasn’t a mini-game like that in the original app, either.”

Mireille often uses the term “mini-game,” but what does that mean?

…Well, anyway, I’m really glad Milreld didn’t become my tutor.