"My lady!
Addy grabbed Mary's shoulder as she roughed her voice, pulling her half-strong.
Then he grabs the arm of a man who stretches further if he doesn't catch it so as to protect Mary, who is still stunned.
Yes, a man.
Here Mary finally understood that what appeared before her was a man, a dubious man because she saw it too.
A hat worn deep in the eye, a mask that covers more than half the face instead of the mouth. That appearance of being seen is nothing but suspicious, and an inch late springs terror in Mary's chest.
"A, adi......"
"I'm holding you back, run away!
"Yes, I don't want to. I can't believe I left you..."
I can't leave you, yes Mary squeaks weakly.
If this was just a courtier and a squire, then naturally Mary should leave Addy and run away. Even as a couple, the powerless Mary should run away and call for help. Even if Addy caught me, a man would still be stretching his arms against Mary, so it would be the same even if he thought of a purpose.
But there's no way I can leave Addy and run away.
That's what I thought, and Mary opened her eyes. With determination in his chest, he turns behind the man making sure Addy is holding him back.
"Addy! Keep holding him!
"Please run away!
Because it's dangerous! Listening to Addy's appeal screaming, Mary gently picked up the hem of her skirt and raised one foot softly as she laid out her aim.
Running away? It's impossible. Anyway, all Mary's eyes now have is a fighting spirit.
"Even if this Mary Albert dictionary has the letter 'Jade Crushed', it doesn't have the letter 'Fugitive'!
Proclaiming so high, Mary let go of the kick with flowing grace. Sleek, beautiful feet cut the wind humply.
The sharp blow unleashed without hesitation thus hit some of the men hard by the precise. Needless to say, Gossun, the dull sound sounded followed by a man with a groan.
When I saw it, Mary was good at her breasts, but Addy was blue by contrast.
"Oh, my lady... who are you..."
"It's the love of the nobleman's maid! People are here, watch."
If Mary looks at the end of the road with certainty of victory, she notices something strange or a few come over here.
But at that moment, when the man raised his face so as to arouse himself, he rose largely. I guess you're willing to run, let me and Addy grab the man's arm. But the man shook Addy's hand off forcefully, and on the contrary, he shook his fist and shook his face.
Mary screams aggressively and rushes over to Addy, who curls.
"Don't keep up with the lady!
That's right, throw up like a throw-up dialogue. A throw-up man runs away. Low, somewhere plundered, a voice that seems chilly when wow.
It's a voice that seems to get wrapped up in her ear, but still Mary glanced at Addy by breaking it off that it's not if she cares about a man's voice or anything right now.
"Addy, it's okay!?
"Lady, are you hurt?
We worry about each other and see if they're okay or hurt.
If you look, there's thin blood seeping through Addy's eyes. The man's hand was plundered and cut off when he avoided the last blow, he said.
He said he was fine with this, but still saw blood seep into the handkerchief he held down, and Mary lowered her brow butt as if she had been injured.
"Don't get on with the lady's ass."
That's the word a man uttered when he left. A badly plundered voice, still in Mary's ear.
I didn't know it was the end of my gaze because of the hat I wore in the depths of my eyes, but I would still be sure it was a word directed at Mary. Mary is the only woman who was there.
But how the hell... and I sigh with anxiety and I say, "Miss, are you okay?" Addy peered into her face worried.
His left eye was covered with a black eyelid and how painful to look at.
"Addy's the one, okay?
"Yeah, I don't have a problem with it being a little swollen. I said I don't have to wear my eyelids."
Addy laughs as she talks to the doctor who treated her, making her wear "no more like a band-aid in her eyes".
In retrospect, Addy talked the same way when Alicia and the others were here earlier. On the contrary, only Patrick had his eyelids turned to show his wounds. I also remember that Patrick who saw it was giving it back "You've been fucked badly".
By the way, you thought the ladies couldn't see the wound, and when Alicia and Parfett peeked, they immediately put their eyelids back.
That's how they took their seats off and to this day, Addy always only says, "I'm glad your daughter is safe" when she says she has a dancer coming to her.
That look doesn't have the colour of pain for the wound, on the contrary, it even shows relief that Mary was safe.
The scratches on the eye area that I peered at are painfully minor, as he said.
For him, who still works as a servant of the Albert family even though he's married, he might as well be physically fit to put a band-aid on his eyelids as he is.
But the eye bands that cover her left eye just remind her of that moment, and at the same time, anxiety comes back to Mary's chest. And at the same time, by the back of my brain, is the last word of a man told.
"Hey Addy, that's the last word the guy said..."
Remember? When Mary asked, Addy's expression, which was floating the color of relief, instantly turned into something serious. Then he snorts deeply, because he also hears that word again, and realizes that the man's aim is Mary.
"What exactly did that man attack your daughter for?"
"Must be the work of the organization that interrupts the migratory bowl shop."
"Are you still being stared at by a wild bird watching party?
"But here it is assumed that Miss Albert's name will be abandoned. What's wrong with a woman in the first place? I'm gonna keep walking!
I get the look on Mary's face when she just tells me that Addy was stunned against her. But I almost mugged my lips open to tell you something because Mary said, "It's our (...) migratory bird bowl shop! 'Cause I told him."
To that word, Addy whispers "I'm weak". Of course the exciting Mary hasn't noticed that, and it's even more now, such as Addy's vulnerability to Mary in the first place.
"Well, it's our (...) migratory bird bowl shop, right?"
"Yes, our migratory bird bowl shop! I'll make sure you succeed!
"That's the one, young lady. Go ahead and act as you wish. Whatever happens, whoever gets in the way, I'll protect you."
So told, and stared upright with rusty eyes, Mary's breasts rang halfway.
The manhood when you sheltered me, this tenderness now. Now that I know it doesn't matter, the look on my eyelids gives me an unusual appeal. All of them belong to me.
If you think about it, where does anxiety and fighting go, and a sweet sense of pride builds up in your chest. And then Addy reached out and grabbed Mary's hand.
He was tangled in the fingers of a thin, supple but verse-thick man, and Mary narrowed her eyes inadvertently to its size, which was likely to be enveloped.
"Well, if you're here, you'll be fine. You two will be fine."
"Yeah, of course. I'll be right next to you no matter what."
"... Addy"
"Always next door. Whatever it is, it doesn't have to be next door... yes, you can sit on my lap"
"Well, how daring and enthusiastic. That's it, count to three."
"Of course we're together at night. Stay in my room every night from now on."
"Count 2"
"Yes, from today on the bath will be with you"
"Moderation!
"Wait, I don't have a count of 1 right now...!
Gosn, and a blunt sound, Addy holding down his flank and squatting.
Side by side with that look, as Mary, who blushed her cheeks, blamed her - including herself, who thought, "You look lovely every night with Addy's arm pillow" - and turned to her like that.
Not if you're bonded to sweetness now. We need to make steady progress with the migratory bird bowl shop. It is not out of heart that this Mary Albert seems to succumb to the threat.
That's what I meant, and I looked up at the clock that Mary hung on the wall.
"Oh, this is already such a time"
"... yeah, speaking, you had plans for a visitor... uhh, sounds like later..."
"Hey, Addy, why don't you hurry up and call me?
"... can you heal for a moment"
Ugh, Mary sighed perfectly at Groaning Addy.
Then I kneel down to him and kiss him gently on the cheek, "It's a rough recovery." As soon as Addy stood up and said, "Now!" And he leaves the room, "so this is the hard part of whether it's okay to make my cheeks red anymore, whether it's okay to laugh bitterly, or whether it's okay to be frightened.