"Because I have memories of previous lives, I'm going to make more effective use of them!
The moment Mary let her eyes shine and talked, Addy's eyes clouded like dead fish in contrast to it. And it shall come to pass at any rate, because yes his years of reckoning complained.
But surely Mary has memories of a previous life that no one else has. It is also a substitute for the games this world has played in previous life that are likely to be protruded in front of doctors soon if you tell others, but it is nevertheless worth it if you think of it as' a different knowledge '.
Is it easy to understand when it comes to originality? It is precisely the migratory bird bowl shop that is undergoing a clandestine boom in the north. - Unfortunately, Addy doesn't have the courage to confirm that the migratory bird bowl shop (that one) was in Mary because of the memory of her previous life.
Anyway, I have memories from my previous life, so I should make more effective use of them! I put down the cup of tea that Addy had been drinking, nevertheless saying a word, on Mary's confident expression complaining.
"Make more effective use of, is it"
"Yes, I do! It's a shame to keep it in my own memory!
"Make more effective use of (...), right?
"... yes, what are you trying to say?
"That turned out to be effective, but your daughter..."
"Shut up!
Don't say anything more! And if Mary roughed up her voice, she uttered an apology saying that Addy had deliberately patted her mouth and even "excused me" if what she wanted to say made sense.
In contrast, Guillaume and Mary stare at him because, of course, he was admired by Princess Alicia and stood in such a position that the Albert family would shoulder to shoulder with the royal family as a result of his attempts to make the most of the memory of his previous life to fall. Hooray from the sight of it, but given Mary's first will, it can be said that the opposite is true diagonally.
Mary coughed up with Cohon and went off topic to admit her failure to the current situation where there was no such excuse or follow-up. Now it's a memory of my previous life, I need to think about making the most of it... and circle my thoughts as I step on Addy's feet, who laughs with Niyanya.
At the same time, I follow my memory with wrinkles between my eyebrows, because the memory of my previous life hasn't come back as vividly here lately.
"Are you saying your memory's disappearing?
"That's not what I mean, but I usually feel like I've forgotten."
Mary was less interested in herself than she was in her previous life or in Mary in the game. I never lost myself trying to get past life's memories flowing in, nor did I ever think differently than before.
Of course, I'm not even willing to let myself in my previous life or follow or resemble myself in the game.
I am Mary Albert. No, I'm Mary Albert.
I appreciate the memories of my previous life, but I didn't think of any shards like dedicating my thoughts or personality instead.
Because of Mary's thoughts like that, her memories about her previous life, which had flowed so colorfully, gradually faded.
Memories about me in my previous life, among other things, fade fast, and I can't help but flip my memory to think of what personality I was, what life I lived, which characters I was playing games for.
"It's the same as the game," the dialogue that you should have even remembered to be so cold is now only a memory of the conversations you had with Alicia and Patrick.
"Nothing. It's not my memory originally, and I don't mind forgetting, but you're not, are you?
"I see, so I tried to use it before I forgot"
"That sort of thing. Besides, if I tell you this, you'll be remembered, not remembered."
It's a good idea, and I nodded so sure that Addy would tell Mary while she drank tea.
I'm still working on the idea that it won't be a lot of things, but she has a point. I'm not sure if I can make the most of it, but if I think of it as intercultural knowledge, the memory of my past life is still valuable.
"So, what do you remember?
"Well, I was just trying to remember about you. So, I'm sure your work was popular in the past life."
"My job?
How did Addy round his eyes again?
Indeed, the job of squire is paid higher than the general job. If I could work in prestigious houses, including the Albert family, I wouldn't have a lifetime problem with the money.
But if I say so, the squire is on the service side of the job. The disparity is remarkable, serving a tyrannical master but being treated as if he were an object at the end of the day. The Albert family doesn't have to worry about that, but the story of their work colleagues serving other houses is quite spectacular.
- Every time I hear those stories, Addy appreciates the generosity of the Albert family, of course, from the bottom of her heart, and these days she hugs Mary and kisses her cheek to convey her immediate gratitude and pushes her straight down to bed. She strikes her flank 30% of the time -
That's why Addy tilted her neck when Mary told me that she couldn't understand one thing right now when she said it was "popular".
It's a rewarding job, of course I'm proud of myself. I've been trying to serve Mary my whole life since I first saw her - and the moment I told her so, "Is that the result of this attitude!?" Not to speak of Mary's responsiveness - no matter what job she tells me, she will choose this job without getting lost.
But on the other hand, I don't understand how squire is popular in the previous life of Mary with different environments. If you ask, in Mary's previous life, there is no inequality as it is now, and not everyone can get the job of their choice, and a lifetime is determined by their households and identities.
"And yet my work is popular?
"Yes, but... well, rather than work... a girl admires her squire... like?
And so Mary tells me, traceably, because the memory of what she's trying to remember is a lot annoying. In the meantime, when Mary now doesn't understand one thing about the popularity of her squire.
Everything that feels and values are more in Mary today than in the former, and because the memory of the previous life is only knowledge, Mary's confidence cannot be sympathetic to that value, which is different from the present.
Still...... and desperate to explore his memory, Mary gave him a ha-ha momentum and a good look. Yes, I remember.
"Yes, your work, it was popular in previous lives to adore (...)!
"Burn (...)!?"
Why!? and Addy raises her voice.
In contrast, Mary was reminding herself of her memory, and suggested talking about "good things" without even noticing Addy showing fright that she was going to do it even with a human fire.
As far as I can remember, he said he adores favors and preferences. Especially "Dralogy" depicts every character as a good man and should have been popular among players if they adored it.
Among other things, Addy was more inclined to serve as one of the top class attackers.
"I adore your work."
"Oh, is that an immature guy burning? I need to pass the exam or something like that...?
"No, I'd rather adore the perfect squire"
"The perfect burn!? What's wrong with that?"
Everyone, even when it comes to another world, feels fearful and natural if their profession is said to be full of fuel. Addy, among other things, is a pretty good category if you mean it (...) as a squire, being tapped into thorough education and knowledge as a lineage serving the Albert family from generation to generation, to a level that is not comparable to those of their squire there.
Because it's such an Addy, there's no way he won't be afraid when he says "the best burns".
Mary, by contrast, although it was only in the beginning that she questioned his reaction, she was certainly self-completing wondering if she would feel bad if she were used as an exciting material such as adoration.
I'm not sure in my previous life, but at least now Mary doesn't have a hobby that excites and delights in the unspecified.
"Yeah, well, I adore maids, too."
"You're burning... aren't you even crazy"
"Hey, you sure do have trouble being told to adore me or something"
"I'm not talking about trouble. It burns, doesn't it?
"Well, yes, but in a way, isn't it also an honor?
"Honor!? Burning!
"Yeah, I am. It's also a kind of status. In the world of previous life, if we used adoration, we could build a fortune."
"Personal confession..."
Anxiously, still somewhere convinced, Addy groaned in a potpout.
Here's his interpretation.
In the world of previous life, you can benefit accordingly by offering and burning human resources. The better the talent, the more profits it will make, and the proud and lifelong it will end….
Even fear is inhumane in today's world, but that was normal in Mary's previous life's world, and rather it would have been honorable for the squire to be elected. Even from the house side, he may have been able to boast of his housefulness and affluence for how well he offered his squire.
Much to the story, I will gladly give my life for a house I have sworn allegiance to for life and because I have been recognized by that house as an excellent squire... and that is also convincing to think of.
I see. You know what, Addy nodded again.
"Does it burn, for example, at a festival or something?
"There's that, and then there's a specialty coffee shop or something"
"A coffee shop for burning!? What would you do if you jumped on another customer?"
"It's okay, I specialize in things. Because that's just the kind of customer I adore."
"Um, it's just horrible to think about"
"They say they adore it in shops and festivals like that."
"That screams, it's burning."
"Sure, keep it up. 'Adorable!' I thought you were screaming."
"Why live what's burning? But don't be quiet and scared of people burning, it's normal to scream."
"But the quiet and dear ones out there actually adore you very much."
"Well, it's already too burning to speak up."
"I see."
"What a horrible story..."
With a blurb and tremble, Addy mouths Mary's brewed tea. A little tannic, but still my husband, who swore to serve for life, and my beloved wife, brewed me tea in front of me. Needless to say, I feel the sweetest and warmest in the world.
So now I reached for a steamed teapot at the right temperature and at the best time, trying to pour it on me, and Addy sighed small.
"It's totally useless knowledge that a squire burns."
At least in this world, where your squire burns, you gain nothing. On the contrary, we have one less worker, and if we are bad, the fire can move and lead to fire.
"Hey, I didn't even say my squire adores you"
Similarly, Mary sighs because in this world squire and maids are only one profession and do not become exciting material such as this.
Nod at each other and mouth each one on the brewed tea.
In the end, it was determined that this knowledge could not be effectively utilized, and Mary just pushed her knowledge of adoration back into the depths of her fading memory, changing the subject to forget the horrible stories that Addy was also heard again.
So if we started talking about how the plates on which last night's beef steak was served had nothing to do with how it was first class, it would still be sumptuous to have memories about (...)