"Why don't you calm down first?
Baal's eyes were applauded. Roxanne gives me a glimpse.
"Opinion to the King, or every escort. Shall I take your neck off with Roxanne for the crime of intimacy?"
"That's troublesome. Because I have a very pretty wife."
Irene's eyebrows moved tightly as she watched.
Laughing in the face that Baal made a complete fool of.
"Wife? You don't have a wife. It would be an illusion."
"No, I'm here. So cute, so cute, so cute, my only wife."
It's usually an embarrassing and boring dialogue.
But now, I'm very confused.
"Of course, I don't ignore what my husband says. I will not be the queen of another man. I'm not alone with a man at night like this. She's a chaste wife waiting for my return."
To a plainly spoken word, I held my fist.
(Leave yourself alone in a room with a woman at this late hour...!
Baal glanced at Eileen and snapped.
"... no, don't you really have a wife like that?
"No, I don't want to be selfish that you don't love me for the habit of suddenly proposing. Doesn't make a man peel off by calling it a job, or dress as a man and add more servants. I don't even go to sleep in the first night. You take care of me first, I have a wife like that."
…… That's... that's... that's tough. "
Something hung up in Eileen all the time in a sympathetic Baal voice.
"Well, you're a lovely wife! I wonder where his wife is, by the way."
"Come on, where is it"
Eileen sighed deliberately at her husband, who was in front of her but empty.
"I have it, too. Only my perfect husband has my face."
"-... Face, just?
"I'm a husband in trouble. If I say something, it's gonna rain, and I'm just spoiling my surroundings, and I just don't think I can do it unless I'm tough."
……
"What a casual amnesia in the meantime and a broken engagement. I was just kidding. I've already had a hard time with that."
- Amnesia is force majeure.
"Then I'm a force majeure, too."
When he scattered the spark quietly, Baal took a step off the spot as if by accident.
Roxanne also looked confused, so Eileen smiled with a grin.
"Hey, Master Roxanne. Because we're a couple, don't you think we have to say what we want to say?
……
"Oh, you need to have ears to listen to"
"I haven't said enough yet."
Have a chair that was nearby for now. Then Baal said with a strangely hurried face.
"Oh, hey Eileen. Put the chair down. What are you going to do?"
"Oh, both of you, calm down"
I sit down and grate until Roxanne.
Claude replied gently to that.
"Don't worry about it. Lovely stuff."
"Sort of sweet. Ugh, it's nice to have an extra man. I envy your wife."
"I envy my husband for being so evil to you, too. It's proof you're loved."
"Ugh, what a nuke and -!"
Shake down the shaken chair relentlessly. But it was truncated at a speed that was not even in my eyes.
Tongue-beaten Eileen next lifts the table and throws it full force. Claude did it lightly. Make a tremendous noise. The table hits the wall and shakes.
"Well, you're strong. What a reliable husband, your wife will be relieved!
"Hey, hey, wait, Eileen!
He takes his sword from the waist of neighboring Baal and is slashed by Claude. Claude did not move one eyebrow and took it lightly.
"Not really. My wife doesn't count on me because she's mean."
"That's not because you have a problem too!?"
"You're not. Because you have a problem."
The blood vessels were completely cut off.
Kick the shelf and break Claude's posture, now punch him in from the side.
"I won't apologize!!"
"Naturally. I'd like you to be quiet from the start if you're as kind as you've been to other women for a little while."
Every time we shoot each other with a sword, the silver dishes roll and the mirror falls to the floor and cracks.
Baal, who fled to the corner of the room to stay out of it, held his head.
"Ko, do you want to start a couple fights in a place like this...!?"
"Ba, Master Baal. We have to stop it. There's the national treasure."
The incense furnace that Roxanne pointed to is a gift to the Queen. A national treasure for burning incense that quenches demons, that it is made of the same material as the Divine Sword.
Unlike the Divine Sword, it's just a perfume furnace, but it's still a national treasure that exists from the founding of this country. That's the vibration of the spear and the aftermath of the wind pressure, shaking about on the altar.
"Oh, my God. I've become the queen of other men for a while! Master Claude, you look absolutely hidden!
"How can you be so twisted and twisted?"
"I'm sorry you're not cute!
"That's what I'm saying."
"Wait, those two, stop!
The incense furnace leans from the altar and falls.
He played Baal's fingertips, which he also forgot to use his holy power in a hurry, and threw himself on the floor to scratch Roxanne's toes, which he tried to take - the national treasure of the Ashmeil kingdom made a noise in front of the king and his wife, smashing and scattering.