An unusual ceiling caught my eye. I feel warm on my back. A gentle arm strokes me.
"Rosalind..."
Master Dirk grins at me as I turn around and turn to him.
"It's a good dream that Rosalind is sleeping next door..."
Whimpering inadvertently, Master Dirk strokes my body. No, no, no. This touch is not good.
"Hey..."
Let's have it stop, I'm going to say this isn't a dream, but I can't speak well with my finger stuck in my mouth.
"Cute..."
The button on the chest is removed. Static electricity was generated by unchanging thunderbolt magic in front of the chest exposed, hands in the chest and stroked around. I was a little sore, too.
"... Huh?
Master Dirk who solidifies. I pulled Master Dirk's finger out of his mouth, and I said.
"Good morning. It wasn't a dream, it was a reality."
So, I said slightly lightly, but it didn't work.
Master Dirk cried... sobbed!?
"No more..."
I got up bright blue and tried to stick yesterday's knife up my throat. When I asked Rosalia for help, she immediately kicked me off the knife.
"Why... if Rosalind hates me, I can't live for real..."
"Because I don't hate you! Because it's an attempt!
I'm also bad for making fun of the teenagers I wanted in the first place with chest stories.
Master Dilk cries like a maiden.
"Ho, really? Don't you feel bad about me? Don't you hate it?
"I love it. I was engaged in the first place, so it's acceptable."
Master Dirk is still squeaking, but he seems calm for now. Nadenade your head.
"Dear Dirk, the lady is here..."
Martha came with Knock.
I've got a chest full.
Dear Dilk - I'm crying with my full jacket open
"... lady"
"... Yes"
Martha said to me with a sinking face.
"... I can't help but say how engaged I am..."
"Because I didn't. Ah!
My sad roar echoed in the Duke's residence.
Although I explained it, I was certain that I came from myself to Master Dirk's room to have him accompany me, needless to say that I was scolded.