Mary was not connected to the three-day exam period she had thus received, and then successfully completed it while aiming for an average fifth place.
Along the way, as usual, I was able to spend a relatively uncomfortable time hiding myself in my desk and hiding my breath and doing it... although there was an incident where Parfett came in tears complaining about Gynath or seemed sorry to him to bow his head, or at the end of the day I ran into Lillianne and Karina towing each other.
Unlike normal classroom organization, the exams ended in the morning and it may have been a good idea not to have to use the dining room. That reverse harem is not pleasant to watch.
It might be a good idea to eat outside from now on...... and while thinking about that, Mary was having lunch on the bench beside the dorm. If you enjoy watching the long idle skies and the maintained grass trees and spreading the luxurious lunch box to reward the opening of the test, the reverse harem commotion will also seem somewhere else. Exam fatigue is going to blow up too.
How beautiful of my silver thread hair to feel the occasional wind blowing through and shake with it. Fluffy and shaky, not bun, fluffy and light.
"Dear Mary, how was your exam?
sitting next to Mary, a pulfet who was eating a painted sandwich of red jam asks. Her lunchbox is decorated in adorable shades, with a lineup of sweet jams, fruits, and cakes with Mary saying, "This is dessert! I won't admit it's a meal!" It was a few dozen years ago that I raised my voice.
Anyway, Mary's lunch box is tight and brown overall. I wondered, "What is this?" Don't ask, your structure is different than yours, "he replied to Parfett.
"Hey, I don't know if it's a good place to start. How'd it go with you?
"I... am a little unsure this time"
"Well, it's been up there lately. I don't know what you're up to."
Mary points it out, and Parfett takes a breath.
It's obvious you're up to something around making me look down like that. That, too, is something I can't tell Mary.
Crazy Lillianne tangled up, and Mary shrugged her shoulder small as she stepped on it, wondering if Karina was behind it around being stopped, too. It may have been good to have laid down a mantra on the parfet, but her reaction, which is plain to understand, is the same as declaring that she is up to something. I even think it would have been better to make it a ban on proximity.
With that in mind, Parfett seemed to get off topic at first glance, "Um, Dear Mary... what's your day off from tomorrow?"
"If he's out tomorrow, go visit my house..."
"Oh, I'm sorry you invited me. I really have to go home tomorrow."
"Oh, right... you don't want to come to my house hiding it... wow, about me..."
"If you're so brittle you can say it yourself and hurt yourself, don't read it poorly! I really have to go home!
Mary rushes to follow up on Gusn and the teary-eyed parfet.
That's how I put one croquette in her lunchbox to reassure her that it's "okay". I don't know what the hell you're up to, but I'm not willing to explore it without darkness, and I don't have anything to dislike about her just because it's hidden.
You guessed that, Mary accidentally took a small sigh of sigh into a parfet that floated a ho soothing color in tears and laughed "It's an exchange" and came over one sandwich.
Sometimes I act like I'm feeling somewhat clearer than I was at the time I've been talking to you, and the mental aspect seems to be recovering to the point where I try to take some action in the Lilianne relationship. But the parfet is weak because it was originally hit.
"I really have important business to attend to," sighed the troubled child.
The rest of the day, Patrick and Alicia came to me tomorrow, and they said, "Absolutely, in a hurry, come back." I have to nod if those two tell me so strongly how to say Mary is the Albert family's maid. That is, as far as the unspoken smile between the two of them goes, if you disobey poorly, the carriage carrying the royal literature is going to be waiting for you in front of the dorm from the morning.
so-called forced return.
At least Alicia has that power, and Patrick is a man of action. It's not like I know what I'd do if they were together. That's why I have to go home... and if Mary complained with a serious look on her face, she nodded cocklessly as the parfet she was listening to pulled her cheek to a size too large.
"But what's that serious business?
"Well, that's all it is, so you decide. Me..."
Explained, Mary stopped talking.
Tilt his neck to see what happened to the parfet, and still smile softly, "That's a fun thing," he said. Mary tilted her neck this time, laughing happily as if about herself.
"Fun, why?
"'Cause Mary's laughing happily."
Mary rounded her eyes and touched her cheeks on the words of a parfet who laughed small. Apparently he was laughing unconsciously and his cheeks get unwittingly hot when he points that out.
But I can't even honestly say I'm happy here, fanning my own face as I deluded myself, "That's not true"... I stopped that hand.
It's an important business.
Very, that's the important errand that greatly shapes Mary's life.
But there is no anxiety or hesitation there. How many times have I thought about it, I can assure you there is no mistake in this decision.
Tomorrow, I'll be with Addy......
Thinking that far, Mary hurried to cough, realizing that her expression was slightly loose.
Even Hung took care of his cool,
"Of course it matters, because we're getting married."
Speaking of which, the parfet who heard it rounded his eyes and draped a bright red jam from the sandwich he was eating into his skirt.
So nothing happened - after that, Pulfett repeatedly asked me who I was dealing with and relaxed - it was the Albert family for the first time in about four days.
There was no such thing as being emotional about the scenery that was utterly unchangeable, and Mary opened the door to the mansion with her luggage in one hand. Nor does it boil down to the sentiment that it has been a long time since I returned in such an early period, but it is nevertheless the return of Miss Albert's family warrant, who was studying abroad.
"Hey, can someone pick me up for a minute or so!? I'm gonna cry because I miss you!
The moment I opened the door, I barked that far, and Mary swallowed the words.
Anyway, the Alberts were in a hurry, and one maid still ran past them. You can't pick this up... and Mary snorts and tries to carry her stuff herself.
"My lady!
And I looked up at the voice I was used to hearing. There was Addy and Patrick, next to him, who, as always, gave instructions with tequila.
"Ma'am, when did you say you were back?
"Just now."
"I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up. Oh, let me even carry my stuff."
"Fine. Nothing, it's my stuff. That's as amazing as ever."
When Mary said she was overwhelmed when she looked at the people rushing in and out of the mansion and exhaled, Patrick nodded back that it was natural.
"This marriage is proceeding at an unusual speed, and I'm laying down a warrant for the people involved. I can't help but panic."
"I knew you'd keep it to yourself until the time of the party. Surprise-loving mothers think about it."
"That said, it's not just about being able to live in boulders, because this matter is about some of your relatives and the lords of the upper nobility, including mine, and some royalties and royalties of neighboring countries, including both Your Majesty. It also tells the supreme authority of each agency concerned."
"Oh, you've surprisingly had quite a few people. It's kind of embarrassing. Wow."
"Wow, the outer moat is getting gutter than I thought... wow, Master Patrick, it's really not..."
Mary even said naturally to Patrick's named candidate, whereas Addy turns bright blue and returns.
As we had that conversation for a while without any other love, the maid rushed over with one patty and gave Patrick an earful punch.
Apparently someone's here. They're talking about "let me through the hall" but "I'll keep the paperwork". I guess he's a pretty good person to see the maid's nervous face.
"I'm sorry, both of you, just give me a few more minutes. I'll call you when I'm ready."
Tell him so, and Patrick follows the maid somewhere.
The two left stared at the back of it with a glimpse, and as Patrick became invisible, they both looked at each other.
Mary and Addy are in a hurry to get married, but the two of us are leaving them behind. What should I do, but when I gave him that look, one of the maids ran through again.
"... Shall I have some tea until you call me"
"Right.... by the way, you know, lady..."
Addy stops Mary from trying to walk away.
Mary looked up at him with a strange tilt in her neck, looking back at that tone for a long time.
"Is that good?
"What?
"If you stay like this, you're marrying me, right?
Mary flaunted her shoulder again to see if it was still good. If you look up at him even though he's going through the process so far, he's got a look that says he's anxious. Mary gave a small grin at that weak attitude, which was not like Addy.
What the hell are we talking about so far now?
No, that's not all. 'Cause really, what now...
"You said you'd follow me everywhere, that's where you are next to me. That doesn't make any difference, does it?
"Yes, of course. I've been with you forever."
"Then stay next to me even on the marriage papers."
You know, and Mary laughs uncontrollably.
Addy nodded deeply once, her eyes slightly narrowed and she said yes.
"My lady, the order has changed, but I... I've always been about you..."
"Besides, you want to do something, don't you? If it's for a purpose, don't choose the means!
"............... Yes, that's right"
Addy crouched onto the spot powerless to Mary, who, as always, had frustrated her nose with a pure smile without giving in.
It goes without saying that whoever happens to be listening to that conversation as he walks by slaps his shoulder, "Good luck," but that breaks his heart again.
"Addy, what's going on?
"No, anything... I will refer to the advice from the lady who chose the means to collapse there... Yes, I can't choose the means!
Gabba! and Mary rounds her eyes to Addy, who stood up in momentum.
Fortunately, if earlier advice helped, but even so, Addy's blowout doesn't seem to be the norm...... and while I was surprised, Mary said again, "What's wrong?" He tried to ask and looked back to Patrick's voice calling the two of them.
Apparently, he's ready, and Patrick's making an offer to come over here.
"Lady, let's go!
"Yeah... but are you okay? You look like you've got eyes on you."
"It's my fault!
Mary nodded and followed him, unable to say anything, to Addy, who wrapped up an unusual air that was not at all her fault.