Albert Ke no Reijou wa Botsuraku wo go Shomou desu

That day Mary was grinning at the silver hair that wobbled softly while letting the maid fix her hair as usual.

For a while after I was released from that powerful vertical roll (drill) curse, I still haven't run out of hair I wanted to do. I haven't even practiced the "Hairstyle List I Want to Try", which I snuck up on behind my desk, yet, by the way, by half.

You know how Mary feels, and the maid is happy to break her expression again with one hand.

"How about today?

and peeks into Mary's face. If you answer your favorite hairstyle, the maid will tailor it with brilliant hands, the time of Mary's bliss that happens every morning.

Whatever you say, drill, whatever you do, at the end of the day, the maid silently unties her hair, drills her, clouds her eyes and leaves, those dark times are already in the past.

"Today, flush it loose. Here, make it fluffy with your chest!

"Yes, that's fuzzy. I'm awed."

"It's not like it feels like a dollar lull, it's a fluff!

"Yes, let's make it a little fuzzy!

The maid also plays her voice back against Mary, who delightfully designates the hairstyle.

... and the crisp and strange sound broke into those two conversations. If nature and both of us turn our gaze, the appearance of a cat outside the window.

He is scratching the window with his forefoot to urge him to open it. Mary, who saw it, stood up and opened the window to invite him in.

"You're here again."

If that's what you talk about, the cat comes into the room with a sultry, shaking his tail instead of a reply.

Fluffy long, white hair, the so-called long-haired species, among other things, may fall into the long category. When Mary first saw this cat, she took a nap and was confused for a moment as to whether it was a cat or a hardening of hair.

"A nobleman's maid, a squire on the go."

Hold the leopard and the cat, and return to the maid again.

I sat the cat down on the dresser. If I sat in the chair again myself, "You've been coming to see me a lot lately," the maid said while talking to me. I stroke the cat in front of me as Mary narrows her eyes slightly to the comfort of being unraveled.

It's a cat owned by a young lady I know. I remember hearing him boast that he had a pretty good value for a rare kind before. Apparently, the range of action is quite wide, and this is how they frequently enter the Albert family.

Fluffy softness like you're stroking a cloud, this is just cat hair. Fully indulging in it, Fumi Mary snapped her cat's hair at her fingertips.

Some of them are round with Kurli.

Do cats also have hair habits? Kuh... and around the stretch, maybe it's a sleeping habit.

I sneered and laughed that Mary had come up with something good to look like such a cat.

"I can't imagine exposing noble ladies to sleeping habits."

So deliberately stick the cat's nose tip. I guess it's a nostalgic personality, I licked the tip of my nose back with a peppery and pink tongue, accustomed to glue and throat on the contrary, without moving when Mary stuck me in the tip of my nose.

While Mary unexpectedly loosened her expression to that adorable figure...

"... you're a girl, right?

And I lifted my fluffy tail and peeked in order to confirm it. Not to say where (...), but it is a discernible part of the male and female.

Make sure it's not there (...) and put your tail back "rude".

So he stroked the cat's head, and began to stroke its white fluffy hair as he stroked it when he took one of the pieces he had placed on the dresser.

As I asked the maid to do, Mary's hair today falls on her chest quite loosely and without the dot of a drill. I wouldn't call it straightforward on a boulder, but I still can't even say it's wavy, it's that loose.

In contrast, the cat, throbbing in a mood in Mary's arms, was causing the hairs on the side of her face to curl up in a circle by the time this was brilliant again.

It is a collaboration between Mary, who curls her cat's hair with pleasure, and a maid who saw it and rode with herself. No, the cat was a big man during the treatment, and instead of fleeing, he narrowed his eyes in a way that made him feel comfortable... so I might say that it was a cooperation between them and one.

Anyway, if Mary left the room with a cat equipped with such a small drill in her arms, Addy, who was waiting for her, bowed her head respectfully.

"Morning, Addy."

"Good morning, uncle..."

"Addy?"

What's the matter with you? and Mary looks up to Addy wondering. But there is no response from him, and the rusty eyes stare at this one, not so much in the arm.

There's a white cat with hair wrapped around a circle. Blue eyes stared straight back at Addy and raised her voice "Nyan" as if to respond.

Addy bows her head again when she hears that. respectfully, as if he were a squire...... that's how it came from his mouth

"Good morning, Lady Mary Nyalbert"

That was the thing.

"You know, curling up my husband's hair..."

Don't make up your mind about the curling of your hair! and tried to raze her voice, swallowing the words Mary hung out with Mug along the way.

"It's not good, let's do it..."

and sue Addy with his gaze.

In contrast, Addy's expression reveals a rushed color, because of course she thought Mary was going to yell at her.

"Oh, you won't stop!?

and its expression tells the story, but in contrast, Mary laughed with her huffy nose and gave it back to him.

"... oh, my lady. Alicia and Patrick are here to see you."

I guess I can't pull it off, Addy talks to Mary (the cat) in Mary (the human) 's arm.

Is it Mary (the cat) 's reply that the bun and the white fluffy tail shake? If Mary (the human) saw it and let Mary (the cat) down on the floor, it would be like saying, "Come on, let's go." Mary (the cat) walked out with Sta. The fluffy tail shakes gracefully and Addy follows him like a squire.

"By the way, lady, Master Patrick... lady (...), right?

Excuse me for a moment, and Addy approaches Mary (the cat) early enough to turn her fluffy tail.

That's how I made sure it wasn't there (...) and spoke to him again.

"Master Patrick wants to talk to you."

"Nyan."

"Yeah, I've already given you the materials."

And Mary (human) watched those two, originally one, and one conversation a few steps behind.

Always silent. Anyway, Mary is already walking in front of Addy.

That's how I headed to the front door of the mansion, and Alicia and Patrick lined up... and waited with their hands together.

What an amicable appearance the two men are. Most of all, given their identities, I feel a little too flirtatious, but in this Albert family, they look familiar and no one seems to care.

Those two looked at each other like they were aligned when they realized what Mary and Addy looked like...

"Mary Sassa"

"Alicia, I'm not running"

Patrick stopped Alicia from trying to run out in an instant by pulling the connected hand with a gooey.

In response, Addy held Mary (the cat), who was walking in front of her as she greeted herself, as a leopard.

"Mr. Addy, what about that cat?

"Lady, it's Alicia and Lady Patrick. I have to say hello."

See, and if Addy rocked Mary (the cat) in her arm, Mary (the cat) rocked her tail once to respond.

I saw that. Needless to say, Alicia and Patrick rounded their eyes. but when he noticed that Mary (the cat) 's long hair was wrapped around a circle, he looked at each other and smiled small.

So, first, Alicia told Addy…… Originally, she picked up the hem of her skirt against Mary (the cat) in Addy's arms and bowed her head.

"Good day, Mary."

In response to the graceful Alicia greeting, Mary (the cat) rocks her tail again.

Then Patrick said hello as well, and now he rang "Nyan" back with a lovely voice.

"This Mary has a good personality," is Mary's (human) view of Mary (the cat), who greets Patrick only with her nostrils stuck together.

That's how I relax and enjoy my tea in the courtyard and talk to this.

A delicious cake shop has been created, I would like an opinion on the country's internal affairs, but the range of conversations ranges from fried croquettes to friendliness with neighboring countries. - I think it's too big.

And in such exuberance, Mary (the cat), who was sitting a bit on the table, basically stuck her hand in the cup placed in front of her. If you pull it out slowly, of course, your white hands are wet with water, licking it with a perky and pink tongue.

So I stuck my hand in the cup again, licked the water on it, and stuck my hand in the cup again......

"That's the lady, what an elegant table manners"

is Addy while wiping the desk where the water dripped and turned into a mess.

In contrast, Alicia broke her expression as she looked at Mary (the cat) as she hitched a ride.

"I knew Mary was the most graceful and feminine..."

Saying, Alicia lifted Mary (the cat) 's tail just like she thought.

That's how I made sure it wasn't there (...) and said again, "It's feminine and lovely!" I ran out to the end.

Would you even like to say that Mary (the cat) snorts in response to the praise she was given? Then he turned his blue eyes to Patrick and said, "Nyan!" Of course I'm asking you to speak up.

"This Mary is pretty strong," said Mary (human), who was watching tea with one hand rather than getting to the table or joining the conversation. I deal with Alicia by just shaking her tail, but it's that rattle to Patrick by contrast.

Patrick reached for Mary (the cat) with a bitter smile as he perceived his intentions, precisely to such urging as a cat stroke.

"That's Mary, no young lady can reach your feet. If you don't meet Alicia, don't hesitate to give you to my wife..."

And Patrick reached out to his tail, almost saying it.

That's how I tried to lift my fuzzy white tail... "Nyan!" He panicked and pulled his hand in when a voice of restraint was raised.

"Whoa, excuse me."

I'm sorry, and Patrick pulls his hand toward Mary's head. If his supple fingers tickle his fluffy hair, he will be happy to squeal his gobble and throat immediately and narrow his blue eyes inadvertently.

By the way, following Patrick, Alicia also tried to stroke Mary (the cat), but stopped it by making sure her hand, covered with white hair, poked at her. Apparently he's been a competitor certified, rubbing the tail Alicia was allowed to touch only "Mary Well..." on the cut.

Such a long idle time was over, and just at the right time everyone got up from no-one after a cup of tea.

Apparently Patrick plans to talk to the Albert family owner, Mary's (human) father, after this, and Alicia has a dance lesson back at the Royal Palace. In that capacity, they're both pretty busy. - I heard Mary say, "If you're busy, you don't have to come to us!," he tried to ramble against Alicia, mugging his mouth. Did you find out how Mary felt, or coincidentally, Mary slapped Alicia's hand with her tail?

"Then Master Mary, I'll come back to see you at the time when Master Patrick will be back!

Mary (the cat) responds with her tail to Alicia's unyielding greeting, which she tells with her nostrils.

"Mary, we'll have tea later when we're free again. It's an example dish, maybe we can show it out of the country."

Patrick, who tells me that story and strokes me to cover his head with his hands, says, "Nyan!" and return it in an adorable voice. Why don't you just put your forehead in his hand and tell him to stroke more?

They leave with a bitter smile in such an obvious manner.

All that was left was Mary (the cat) and Addy, and Mary (the human), who watched the interaction one step away.

But Mary (the cat) also seemed to have some business to do, and she walked out with her fluffy four legs when she glanced at them with her blue eyes, as if, "Well, here I am too," she said.

What a stunning thing to do with a long hairy breed tail that wobbles gracefully.

I dropped off such a bland, fluffy hindsight, and the two people left breathed huffy.

"So, you got something to say?

"I'm sorry. We ask for an early response in the future."

Only a young lady can stop me, and Mary (a human) flaunted her shoulder with a sigh of relief to Addy, who bowed her head.

If I had a silver tail, I'd probably shake it off with luxury.