The next morning Mary, it was so floating that she couldn't even see it anymore.
Anyway, it finally sprouted late - or it sprouted for a long time and was abandoned - and love had already come to fruition, and even last night I was kissed on the forehead before bed. The gentle feeling that touches her forehead with the words "good night", Addy's face smiling with joy...... sleeps with flowers blooming on her head with a howa howa, and when she wakes up it is a flower garden. Its breeding power, like mint.
Besides, everyone left Mary's behavior last night thinking about giving her a rest this morning. Nobody thinks I'm gonna wake up early and just get in shape.
At least if I had one or two maids and had a warm cup of tea I might still have pulled some flowers in my head......
So Mary, floating, left the room scattered with howa howa and flowers as they were.
"I have to report to everyone!
Keep the sense of duty unnecessary......
That is how the first visit was to the father's room.
The Albert family owner, the holder of authority alongside the royal family, is now even said to be a pillar of loyalty that supports the royal family.
It's a room where such a person can wait. If you're an average person, no, even the majority of aristocrats take a deep breath before entering the room to calm your heart rate. Among other things, if it's an early morning visit, it's likely that even those who cower out their time again.
Most importantly, Mary, her daughter, did not cower or change her time, but slowly opened the door and peered inside when she knocked lightly with Conn and received a response.
If you look at me, my father and my two brothers are surrounding my desk and talking in some serious way. It was so hard to work from such an early morning that I went indoors and sat down in a chair near them.
"Good morning" and a morning greeting. As usual, the expression "What's wrong with you on purpose? He said." I guessed it, and Mary coughed up with Cohon.
"You know, father, brother..."
"Yeah?"
If they change and Mary starts talking, they stop and turn their gaze too.
Unexpectedly, Mary blushed her cheeks and continued, "It's me..."
"It's me, I married Addy."
To Mary, who told her even with her cheeks, the Albert family owner and her two brothers looked at each other unexpectedly.
What are you talking about?
All that noisy procedure in the Albert family, above all because of the aristocratic marriage, the signature of our Lord is essential. I'd rather have my father sign more times than Mary, but how the hell do you do this now... and all three of us do that while I think so.
"I know."
and returned it.
"Oh... right, you know"
"What's the matter, Mary?"
"Yes... you know, so... I found out yesterday that Addy liked me and wanted to marry me because she loved me"
Once again, the three of them look at Mary, who makes her cheeks even more red.
This girl - this sister - wonders what she's talking about now, while the three of them keep their mouths together again.
"I know."
and returned it.
And this time I'll add even more words of celebration, "Good for you". Because if I let it go, I would have guessed in my family's eyes that Mary would continue to tell a rare story.
Not to mention Mary's pure smile, which nods happily against it. They don't know what it means at all because they leave the room with a smile like that and say, "I have to report it to my mother, too."
It's obvious to whoever sees it, such as that Addy has always had feelings for Mary.
Like Mary, he could play "The Perfect Subordinate" again, but only when he was with Mary was he dealing with the vegetarian himself. And I was always next door, understanding her better than anyone else.
Anyone would know as much as that relationship is out of the realm of 'squire'. Most likely, Mary noticed it last night.
Thinking about them, "Hmm," the Albert family owner grumbled heavily. In contrast, two sons, very similar in his youth, give him a nibble and a mouth angle.
That's how I say out of no-one that I'm "dry throat" or "hungry" to ask about last night by calling someone on the grounds of needless snack arrangements.
Not knowing dew that my father and brother were up to that, Howa Howa and Mary, who blossoms in her head, made a knocking noise just as much earlier as she did when she went to her mother's room in a light foothold.
If you wait for a response and get inside, you'll see my mother enjoying handicrafts gracefully and the maids cleaning up rooms and decorating flowers around it. My mother's silver yarn hair still shakes lightly today. "Good morning, Mary," she said, not to mention the beauty of smiling.
"What's going on?
"Mother, you know..."
Sitting across from my mother, Mary makes her cheeks pop red.
"You know..." he opened his mouth when he sipped the tea served that way.
"Mother, I... married Addy"
"Yeah, I know."
"Right, you know it. You know, guys."
"I know, sir."
It is given back lightly to all who say yes, and Mary slightly rounds her eyes. Most importantly, Carrell, the Albert wife, signed with her husband, and the maids were running to arrange it under Patrick's command.
Marriage reports, etc., have now been talking more recently about outfits, songs at show parties, and what to do with meals and alcohol.
I understood that, and Mary nodded back, "Right?" So again, po... and blush cheeks.
"So... I loved Addy."
To Mary, who reports so brightly, my mother, of course, even the maid, but this daughter-- this lady -- she looks at me and she says, "What are you talking about?"
"I know."
and returned it.
That's how I dropped off Mary as she floated away saying, "There's got to be someone else to tell," and took a breath from nobody.
"Damn, it's hard for you to understand with my daughter. I don't know what you're talking about now."
"Yeah, that's true."
He exchanges peacefully and laughs with Couscous.
Anyone would notice if they were close to her, such as that Mary was favoring Addy. Mary, who sometimes seems to be a better lady than anyone else and sometimes a better lady than anyone else, skillfully switched between those two types of self, then only in front of Addy was she always' only Mary '. And I wouldn't say her pleasant look then. I don't fix anything, I don't try to fix it, it's a pure expression.
What do you call it without calling it favorable? Most importantly, he finally noticed the call last night.
I thought that far and left the embroidered needle on my desk that Carrell was holding.
"Hey," says the maids. Doesn't that look like a lot of fun?
"Hey, why don't you guys get some rest, too? Let's have tea together."
"Are we too?
"Yes... so I need someone to (...) prepare some tea"
Yes, I wouldn't say the beauty of Carrell smiling nicely. To that grin, as if it were the Virgin Mary, the maids, who had drawn their intentions, also nodded "yes" with an adorable smile.
Without thinking at all about such interactions taking place, Mary walked around the mansion scattered with howa howa and flowers, reporting - now more - to those who looked after her, finding a familiar back and stopping Pita and her legs.
Pins and stretched spines, long hands and feet for a sluggish body, blue hair shaking in the wind...... Mary ran over to the person for a small run, stepping on what would definitely be Patrick.
"Patrick."
"Oh, Mary."
"Early in the morning like this...... alas, it's not even that early already. Anyway, what's wrong? Still got any paperwork left?
"No, I was going to ask your father to talk to me about my house today.... You've kind of been here every day lately."
I'm in this mansion more than Mary. So joking and laughing shoulder to shoulder, Patrick gets followed and Mary spills a laugh as well.
There was also the case with Mary and Addy, but Patrick had visited the Albert family frequently since before.
I was here to listen to the Albert principals about the succession change of the House of Dice and the problems that would arise at that time. In fact, it is about the Albert family in the aristocracy that has the power and ability to accommodate it, even if the Dice principals have officially declared a succession and some problems have arisen. Not only Patrick now withheld his succession, but even Patrick's parents, our Lord and Our Lady, on the contrary, relied on the Albert family if anything, and when something happened, helped and interacted more with each other.
"I didn't expect you to take care of me this far."
"Well, I couldn't think about it before."
Speaking of the relationship between the two houses before, it was the ostensible friendship that made that clear difference in authority, and they both had a brilliant way of dating, minding the eyes of the other houses. It is exactly what treated Mary and Patrick as if they were romantic marriages. Neither of them thought they could imitate asking the other to "apply for marriage" or anything like that.
- Anyway, I don't think both houses would get this close if they were still married. All I'm saying is political marriage, and the only pipe I can get from it is a pipe, and I wouldn't have been able to row down to the relationship I was counting on -
For example, when Patrick said, "The boulder is the Albert principals…" and listened with blue eyes shining - Mary, who saw it, was fed up with "Wow, there are more Father Believers (disgusting) again" - the Albert principals said to Patrick and his brother, "Of course the eldest son, the second son and the third son are excellent. I wish I had two or three more daughters," I mean it. I had no idea we could have such a good relationship that we wouldn't fix it.
Thinking about it, it even seemed ironic that the praise they had told me that they looked good scattered until now, and that the two of us were making kutsukutsu and bitter laughter, I looked up to him by calling Patrick's name as Mary remembered.
Eyes of the same color as blue hair are so darker that they are likely to be inhaled, and a neat face is just the ideal for a woman. Even though it is, my heart rate stays constant even if I stare at it, and even if I am stared back, my chest doesn't hurt like it can be tightened. I used to wonder about that, but now that I know who my heart was, I even think it's more natural.
"Patrick, you know"
"What's up?
"I'm married!
"I know. I arranged it."
"Yes, I did. I appreciate it. … so."
Pop and Mary made her cheeks red again, and even her cheeks with such beautiful expressions as exactly the maiden in love.
Patrick accidentally rounds his eyes on this. I can't believe that Mary gives such a look and trick......
"So..."
"Oh, oh... so, what's up?
"Me and Addy have been thinking about each other for a long time."
After Patrick stunned for a while to Mary, who spoke so happily
"... I knew"
and gave it back as if it were frightening.
"Well... you're all better off than I think"
"I mean, I think you're duller than you think you are."
"Well, that was possible."
As we had such a conversation the day after tomorrow, Patrick took a small sigh and called Mary's name again.
"Congratulations, Mary"
and. Mary also nodded honestly back to the words directed from Patrick alone to Mary alone, rather than celebrating the marriage of the Albert family's maid as the man of the Dice family.
"Thank you, Patrick. If Addy hadn't been here, she would have married you without hesitation."
"Oh right. Without Alicia and Addy, I'm sure we'd already be a couple."
Yes, each other, exchanging the finest praises in themselves, we hear patties and a light run from behind...
"Dear Mary! Good morning!
And, with all the momentum Alicia tackled Mary...... instead of hugging her.
of that moment, Mary's "Ugh...!" I won't say that.
"A, good morning Alicia... yesterday... to take care of you... stop and let go! Why are you slowly tightening up?
Away! and Alicia laughed pleasantly as Mary pulled off forcefully, pinching up the hem of her skirt and bowing politely. Isn't that exactly the princess herself the serene morning greeting of "Good morning, Mary," which is told again, without even the earlier tackle?
Most of all, I went back to the usual sun-like smile on the arrow tip where I thought, "Dear Mary!" And as he pulls his arm, apparently there's a time limit to being a princess.
"Dear Mary, they left yesterday, but now please stay with us. Let's have a night out!
"No, I can't sleep when my pillow changes."
"Yeah, really..."
"Yes, the extra pillows are not the right height."
Release the arm that Alicia unfortunately grabbed to Mary, who tells her how sorry she is. The phrase "Well, I can sleep without a pillow," which Mary groaned in a potpout at that time, didn't seem to reach Alicia's ears with hatred.
But it sounded like Patrick, who was nearby, sighed as if he was stunned by Mary, who tinkled his tongue out in prank.
I turned my gaze in the same direction as all three of them had aligned, because I could hear the footsteps of someone running again.
Then he said, "My lady!" How to call me neither husband nor squire that sounds. Needless to say, it's Addy.
Seems to be in a long hurry, and when I rushed over, I stuffed up with Mary saying I couldn't even afford to say hello to Patrick or Alicia.
"My lady! What did you say!?
"What... about what?
"My husband and wife will call me in the morning and I will hear you root dust leaf dust with warm eyes, everywhere you go, everyone will celebrate with a nigga laugh. So, it's scattered! What did you say and go around!
"Oh? I didn't say anything weird, did I?
To Addy, who inquires with a bright red face about how embarrassing it was in her eyes, Mary turned her eyes round with Kyoton, tilting her neck at the thought of saying she really didn't feel it.
The fact is, from Mary's point of view, I just went around reporting the marriage all over the mansion, and I don't really think it's like going around saying "there was something (...) last night" if you look at the relationship between the two - deeper than Mary thinks - from the surroundings you know... From Mary's point of view, it is only a report of the marriage. It was just a bit of a flower garden in my head, so I was more in love with it than I thought.
I perceived such a crude circumstance, and Patrick sighed while talking about Mary's declaration of marriage earlier.
"Oh... my lady... no way, in the morning." We're married! Did you say "around..."?
"We all knew that!
"So, what we both thought..."
"We all knew that!
What a surprise! and excited Mary made her face even more red, which was bright red, and covered her face with both hands when Addy couldn't stand it.
My wife fell in love with me as soon as it finally came to fruition, continuing to have a one-sided feeling that everyone would notice in the house where I served for generations. It's a story I can't tell you not to be shy of this, and it goes without saying that for the time being it will be the subject of discussion in the mansion and the seed of chilling.
I tapped him on the shoulder to comfort Patrick, who looked into Addy's chest like that.
In contrast, Mary glanced at the two of them with her neck still tilted strangely, as she remembered something else: "Yes!" He raised his voice.
"I'm going back to Eleciana early today."
"Are you leaving all this bomb down and leaving me alone to go to Eleciana!?
"What's wrong with people? Mr. Parfett's asking me for a cake."
No one! Explain the situation to Addy, who summons her to say that Mary is rude.
Alicia's eyes glistened in an instant when she heard it, because she reacted to the word cake and the name of the store that Mary had told her. Women are always vulnerable to sweet things, regardless of their spiritual (mental) strength.
So, normally, "Stay a little longer," he said, holding Mary back until the critical time of departure. Only today, he said, "I'll be in line to buy it!" and hurry, of course, because you want your country to show off one of its proud dishes in your neighbouring country, from the feelings of a princess who loves her country and a maiden heart who loves cake.
While Alicia pushes me back like that, Mary says softly, "See you next holiday," and leaves. Naturally, Addy chases the trail, and the only two left are Patrick and Alicia.
Although it is somewhat strange to say that there are two Dice men and a princess in the Albert family, it is also a familiar sight in recent times when interaction has flourished.
"Those two are married, but they haven't changed at all."
Alicia, standing next to her, grinned and nodded tinily at Patrick for getting a sigh of relief.
As always, Mary and Addy are not obedient, and even though they are married, they are not husband and wife, and so they are both.
I dropped off those two backs, and Patrick tried to walk away to do his original errands, and Qui grabbed me by the arm. Alicia looks up with a slightly obstinate, sweet look on her face.
"Alicia?"
"Dear Mary, you look happy..."
"I think it's too floating."
"Nice......"
Patrick, who was sighing and watching after Mary and the others left, turns his gaze to her as a dork at Alicia's words, whining to give them back.
Capture Patrick sweetly and seductively, as Alicia's purple eyes insist on something.
"Nice, Master Mary"
There's no way that Patrick Dice, who is nothing else, doesn't realize what his beloved lover wants, either, the meaning contained in his sweet vocal words.
That's why Patrick coughed up with Cohon and called Alicia's name while she made her cheeks red.
"Alicia...... why don't you and I go out to dinner tonight?
"Meals, is it?
"Oh, well... I need to talk to you about something important"
To Patrick, who tells him so lightly, Alicia smiled with the most glorious smile of the day: "Of course!" He nodded.