Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

We got tons of cow-like meat. We went home.

Dan is thrilled to have a sieve of arms. I checked Alisa for poison just in case, but it was okay.

That's why tonight is a cow-like meat festival! I'll make you some gravy!

Our dining table is usually packed with members + Mr. Dirk Geraldine · Free Wind · Curtis. Good luck working with Dan for dinner!

I introduced my family to the free wind and Mr. Geraldine. Both you and Mr. Geraldine in the free wind seem nervous about your father. My father wrinkles between his eyebrows and seems to be devising something. Should I tell you I'm not upset?

"... Build a new home?

Hmm? Father, that probably won't make it outside of me, Mother and Ark, right?

"My father says we should build a new home on the property where Mr. Geraldine, Mr. Loomia and Jend live."

Interpret me. Oh, Mr. Loomia blew the soup. Mr. Geraldine is surprised... is he? My tail is snapping.

"Brother, I have said many times that you do not need to do any better!

"... I want to destroy you."

"Can you at least let me do this because I wasn't aware of Mr. Loomia's inability to help me in her marriage, or her condition... so be it. Father, do I persuade you?

"... that sounds better"

"Persuasion is crazy! I abandon my house..."

"If it's true, I didn't have to abandon the house if my father did something about it. My father hopes to see Mr. Loomia again and make my sister happy. If Jend looks happy and amazing in a house where I can have a family too, I'm happy. Can't you? Aunt Loomia."

I approach Mr. Loomia and lean my neck as a shun. The point is to pull the sleeve slightly (instructed by actress Rabbisha)

"Ah, uh..."

"That's Rosalind. Bruises."

"I get hit with that once in a while, too. I don't feel like I can win."

Brother, I hear you. No platform. You tried so hard for me.

Dirk... can't you win? (LAUGHS) Well, it's a long time to do it.

Curtis and Ark will see you later. Because I laugh too much. I won't let the meat out.

What is Lady Rabbisha and Martha stuffing? Although it must have been Lady Rabbisha who taught me to act.

"Sister, do I live in another house?

Jend asked anxiously.

"No, I'm not. I usually do, but I relax with my father, my mother at night. You can always come here because it's on our property."

"Mother, what are you going to do?

"I mean, you've already arranged it, haven't you? I was at the carpenter's place. Thank you to Mr. Free Wind's base."

"Uhm."

"Here. Ahhh! Brother!"

"I'm starting construction today. Giving up is the key. Ladies and gentlemen of the free wind, if you wish to make a request, now is the time."

They are also hardened by unexpected circumstances. It was Mr. Geraldine who broke the silence.

"Well... wasn't the Duke of Rosenberg against our marriage?

"Roomia chose. If Roomia is happy, no problem. I'm the one who made you abandon your family. I'm sorry. I also thought the outside world would suit you better than this cramped house. You must have chosen Lord Geraldine to be happy. Then that's fine."

"Brother..."

"So let me give you a home. It's over a few years of weddings."

"Besides, I already paid in advance."

"Loomia, give up. My husband won't stop when this happens."

"Excuse me, aunt, please give up"

My father, I, my mother and my brother told me that Mr. Loomia had finally broken.

"Thank you, brother. I appreciate your concern."

"Uhm."

Well, just so we can talk, it's a meat party.

"Wow, it's meat. Yum!"

Glittering and eye-sparkling potch. I'm eating meat happily.

hahahahahahahahahaha.

Marie is devouring meat with all her heart. There's more than enough meat to eat today, isn't there? Is it delicious? Really?

"... (looks happy)"

Nex looks like he's chewing on meat and happiness.

Well, the others... the way members of the free wind enjoy meat, too. It doesn't seem to bother me to understand the original form. Envy. I watched and Mr. Bine spoke to me.

"... that's good. Did the princess make it, too?

"Yes, meat potatoes, meat-rolled rice balls and shiitake stew."

"I've never eaten before, but it's delicious"

Mr. Sugar has spoken with a smile.

"It seems to fit your mouth, and I'm glad. Eat a lot."

"She's a cute, well-cooked wife..."

"And a young wife"

"... that's romantic"

Mr Saul, Mr Mirla and Mr Bine are talking about that. Please don't do this in front of me. But let me just say one thing.

"Please stop being a young wife. Dirk is a lolicon... not a toddler."

I've done everything I can to excuse that all the free winds blew out and I didn't mean to. I know, but you can take it. Besides, I'm probably able to do a lot of things, so I don't have the flavor of a young wife dyed in his color.

Curtis and Ark were laughing. Martha and Rabbisha were pulling too when I looked closely. Laugh if you want to.

My Darling Dilk was in tears.

Mr. Geraldine had become a squirrel. No, I didn't. I was filling my squirrel cheeks with rice.

"Steak, is it good?

"Fu Hao (Kokoko)"

It's delicious, maybe. Mr. Loomia looks at such a husband happily. Love love, huh?

"... Ngu. It's been a long time since I've had decent rice. It's good, minus that."

"By the way, how long has it been?

……

Mr. Geraldine tilting his neck. I understand that you don't remember things very well because I was forced to remind you today, but no way.

"... summer or about autumn is the last time? I was eating it, but it's troublesome, so you were eating the one that burned it all on a direct fire."

* Winter is the season now.

"Please eat a lot today. Lumia, let her husband eat his vegetables well."

"Yes."

As the surroundings dont pull, me and Mr. Loomia probably founded an alliance to give Mr. Geraldine a decent meal.

Lord, I don't like vegetables.

"... rubbing?

"Hot."

Tilt your neck, Mr. Loomia. I wanted you to do everything you could to get through there! There are signs of the Great Demon/Brother from behind...

"Rosalind?"

"Yes..."

"Report, contact, consult... you always say"

"I will be happy to report!

When the Great Demon/Brother descends, there is one set to preach.

I finally got forgiveness from my brother and went back to my seat. Dilk is eating rice looking delicious.

"Rosalind, so delicious"

The dilk laughing at me is the cuteness of stability.

"Dirk, is that something else?

"Yeah."

"Dilk, it's on your cheek."

"Ugh, yeah."

"Dilk, this is delicious. Yes, uh."

"Oh, uh... so, no! Because it's embarrassing!"

"... no?

A dilk that was flushed all the way down the road but turned to me. Me as a shomboli.

"... Dirk."

Pull the dilk sleeve slightly. I snapped with a sweet voice. Dirk looked at me... and replied in a whisper with his face in bright red.

"This is the only time. But not in public."

"Yeah! Yes, uh"

Me in a good mood and feeding Dilk. Refrain, because sometimes it is necessary for a love appeal. Me and Dilk are showing the surroundings that they are love lovers so that the extra bugs don't come to each other. While I'm having fun, it can also be a bad bug control. It is exactly one stone and two birds.

"Dilk, this one's delicious too."

"Mr. Rosalind."

"Don't interrupt, Curtis. I want Dirk to have dinner."

"Dear Rosalind, please. It's time to stop being single.

"Rejected"

"Sister."

"What?"

"Me, too. Ah."

Jend opened his mouth wide. Or cute. There's no way I said no, and I responded to Jend.

"Yes, uh... hmm?

I can't move my right hand… the meat I plan to give Jend was puffed up by a dilk who grabbed my right hand. Dirk and Jend, aren't they staring at each other?

"Is the Lord not willing to be Jend's wife"

"There isn't."

My future is Dirk's daughter-in-law. I don't get a rash there.

"Sister, you want me to be your daughter-in-law. Then we'll be together forever, won't we? No?"

Scared by a cute, neck tilting jend. I didn't feel very popular denying it either. A further bomb was dropped while I was lost.

"Me too! I want you to be my wife too."

Mr. Potch, your sister is not a thing, is she?

"Then so am I."

Don't try to follow me, Old.

"... me too"

It's Nex, you too... Huh?

"Nex talked!? I've never heard your sister Nex before!?

"Am I...?

I knew it wasn't like I couldn't talk, but as far as I can remember, it's the first time.

"No."

Soon I had my hands on my hips and I was on Dilk's lap.

"Rosalind is mine. 'Cause you're gonna be my wife."

Dirk peeks at me anxiously. Agreed, I thought they said. The arms that bind me taught me anxiety with a slight tremor.

"Yeah. I belong to Dirk... it's just Dirk's"

I glanced at him and smiled.

"If words aren't enough, I'll show you in action, too?

"Hmm...? Oh, that's when we're alone! Yes, not now!

Ha ha, they noticed what it meant. Dirk flutters. I chuckled and kissed my cheeks and apologized to the Jens.

"Your sister is Dirk's daughter-in-law, so you can't be someone else's daughter-in-law. I'm sorry."

I choose the peace of mind of my partner to be told I'm not very popular (no, my body is a child)!

"But Dirk and your sister are still screwed, aren't they? Come on, there's a postcard, isn't there? Even your daughter-in-law has ricochet."

I do. I do. But who, the guy who planted that knowledge on Jend? Is that Rabbisha? I need to talk to you later.

Rabbisha, who uncommonly revealed her upset, was signaled with her gaze. The made-up apprentice I could guess with my gaze and let my ears drip slowly, but I won't allow it.

"I do, but your sister only marries Dirk! I'm not even getting a divorce! Dilk will be my grandfather and I will stay with him until he dies!

"... Rosalind"

Dirk smiled softly at me. I could see some color of determination in those eyes.

"Rosalind doesn't do it to anyone. If you're a young man or an animal man, show your strength if you want my connection. I'm the one who deserves her the most."

Dirk laughed. Never seen it, it was a fierce grin. Um... aren't you super angry?

"Hmm, then I'll be there."

It's just my pace, Mr. Geraldine. I no longer envy that myth of pace.

"Er..."

I'm rather not keeping up with this development. Mr. Loomia, attractive women's dealings are common among beasts. I don't care because it's proof of a good woman, she said. Don't be impotent. Thus, my battle was to be held while I was in awe.