If I was inadvertently fighting the irrationality of the world, I'd lost sight of the important potch.
"Potch, Potch where!?
"You know, Potch, you've been lost a lot lately... or you've been kidnapped..."
I had a laughing, annoying hero in my brain. In the meantime, the next time I see you, I'm going to lump you with bitter peppers. Eight strikes, but I can't help it.
But I can't deny it. I feel so kidnapped that every time I want to say I'm Princess Peach who gets kidnapped by a turtle haunt.
Mr. Geraldine - Fake Lind - Two idiots... surprisingly few? No, would it be enough if they kidnapped me three times?
"Mmm! Smells like Bo... looks like he's over there!
Mr. Bernard caught the smell of a potch. Is the room indicated by Mr. Bernard the reception room? On the couch of a luxurious table set, two cute women from Marchese surround the potch. Twins? About alike.
"Master Potch, ahhh."
"Dear Potch, this one tastes better!
"Don't interrupt me!
"That way!
Cute, hairy ladies fighting over potches. And Potch, who is obviously looking for help.
I smiled and gently left the room. Everyone left the room in silence. The gator is horny. You're a good guy.
But we can't let Potch's Harlem get in the way. Looks like Potch's grown up, too.
"Help your brother"
"Sister, please"
I know it's a fake twin that Potch put out. But can you ignore our angels who wouldnt...... no, i cant!!
"Leave it to your sister!
"Sister, cool"
"I love you, sister"
Lovely twins can't help asking me to. If it's for your beloved siblings (but it's fake), even cute wonky girls will kick ass!
"Potch!"
"Sister..."
"Look, I'm coming."
I tried to reach into the potch and take him, but the Marchese women held me back.
"You, what is it?
"It's rude of you to suddenly show up and try to take Master Potch away."
Hmm, that's a pretty matte reaction. All right, so I'll take care of it.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Rosalind-Burton. This is Christia, the wife of the Marquis of Burton. Potch is my brother. I came to see His Majesty the King. Yet two rambling beast men took my potch... and I finally found it. I'm so sorry to bother you. You can take me with you, right?
I spoke plainly. If you say no here, it will be an international problem.
"... ok. I beg your pardon without a name. I'm Marl-Tees. This is Countess Tees. Go ahead and get to know him. Dear Potch, when I'm done talking to Your Majesty, will I see you again?
"I sincerely apologize for my disrespect, too. I'm so sorry. I'm Mill-Tees. I'm also Countess Tees. Master Potch, I'll be waiting for you later."
Unlike the two idiots, they're smart. I apologized properly in my name. And once I pull it off, I'm trying to attach a promise. Seriously, you're smart, unlike the two idiots! (I said it twice because it's important)
Potch doesn't want to deal with him anymore, he looks confused.
No, the two idiots... are saying bumps round the corner of the room. Those eyes are vain and scary.
"I'm tired from the long journey, so I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, there's some tea to keep."
"Yeah, I'm sure you'll get tired of the long journey."
Ugh, ho ho ho ho and the Cold War broke out. I feel the men are frightened, but it must be my fault.
This country isn't full of brain miso muscles, is it? At least these two are educated to some extent as aristocratic women, and they seem to have applicability.
"What do you want to do with Potch?
"Me? I... not if I'm too mean. I know you really like your own fiancée. Look, both of you apologize."
"Sorry!
"I'm so sorry"
The two fools revived in Potch's "I know you really like your own fiancée," grounded out on marcheese-looking warrants.
"What will you do? Sister."
"What am I going to do?
Couscous and laughing ladies seemed to be sisters.
"There will be no next time."
"" Yes!!
If they're going to take the reins, this country could work out even if two idiots rule.
Well, for now, I asked Potch after I broke up with the marcheese-looking warrants.
"After all, what was that harem?
"Oh, that one..."
Potch, who was taken away, was given a new challenge by the two idiots. A king must be hot on a woman. That's why they told us to dictate our own fiancée.
"I wish I were dead"
"You suck."
"Below Bugs"
"... those warrants, you're broad-minded. My sister would be bummed at the time I suggested it."
Smiling me, dont pull dilk, absolute zero degree brother, gaeta looking far away.
"Well, I don't know what it is because I trusted those two,"
And naturally, you giddy ladies. They were sticking to the potch as a payback.
"No, that's not all. Dear Potch... My Lord has sincerely apologized to our fiancée"
"Our fiancées to that honesty..."
I mean, Potch said that the ladies liked him for his honest response and that he was in that harem state. I guess it was also a hit on the two idiots.
"Almost got it."
By the way, I got a word for you. Potch's through, but I have a feeling it's troublesome.
"We are convinced that Master Potch is the vessel the king deserves."
"I will spend this lifetime serving you. I'm sorry I tried."
"..................... Huh?
"Potch..."
"Huh? Um, huh??
"Life is about giving up."
"Yeah, yeah!?
And finally arrived during the sight. No way. The King is absent.
"Um, Your Majesty went looking for you..."
Sounds like a sorry samurai. You're not bad. In the meantime, I teased two idiots about the ax bomber.
Waiting often.
"Uncle, it's too late! Isn't it disrespectful to keep you waiting!
"That's right! My Lord, this is His Majesty the King of this land."
Two idiots complaining about the king, even though it's obviously their fault.
Whether the accumulated stress had exploded, the king had done two fools.
The king looked amazingly like the current potch.