Then a few days later, Mary was visiting a certain house.
Not even plain, but unnecessarily narrow compared to the Albert family mansion. I can see the pain and year in the building and in the conditioning, and I can't hide the sense of life of what I'm trying to keep clean.
It is a very common house everywhere. Most of all, if I were to call Miss Albert, I would be a poor minister and a rude person.
"I apologize for calling you here"
It is the Lord of this House who bows his head so. Needless to say, he is entrusted with the management of the distribution route.
Soft expression and calm voice color. To apologize for purposefully calling that Miss Albert family warrant is exactly "a man of good mind". I don't think I hate nobility.
To his words, Mary smiled gracefully, "I'm the one who held it up," she said.
Whatever the difference in identity there is, you should take a trip and talk to him instead of asking for help. "Come because you need me," he said, flirting in the Albert family mansion is Mary's most hateful classification.
Mouth the soup that is served that way.
A meal that cannot be described as poor or bouldering, but is nonetheless difficult to say luxurious. If you ask me, it seems the man's wife made it, not the chef. It's also his wife, not the maid or squire, who brings it "whether it suits your mouth..."
Naturally if you consider it a typical family lunch, you would be angry that it would be disrespectful if you were a good, and any noble, courtier.
Most importantly, that's Mary Albert.
"It's delicious soup. It fits with croquettes."
and pleasant. On the contrary,
"Addy, why don't you ask your wife for the recipe?"
and the beginning and end of trying to eat even at home.
Such a look at Mary, a man sitting across the street leaked a bitter laugh and glanced at the table. A sumptuous meal made by my wife as a common man. Line up there......,
"I had no idea the Albert family warrant would bring me a croquette of vegetarians."
Yes, it is croquette.
"The little princess told me, 'When we eat something delicious together, we talk.' So I'm sure."
Smiling nicely, Mary indulges in crispness and croquette.
Even so, Croquet is not the only souvenir of Mary. Cookie stuffing and seasonal flowers were prepared downtown. But I do not think that is enough, and as a result it is croquette. Of course, it also combines a noble hater's approach to him.
"I have written to Mary many times...... Sorry for not returning a good answer."
"We are asking about the situation. I saw the road before I got here."
If Mary told him with a carefree voice, the man also shrugged his shoulders with a bitter smile.
All I could say was that the land he manages, the road he runs, is terrible. It's also so rough that I'm not sure if I can call it a road, and I can see that the maintenance was thrown out on the way.
Mary, who stopped by wondering how many things, wrinkled between her eyebrows unexpectedly at the sight, and finally turned away, given the hardships of those who lived in the land.
Halfway through the maintenance damages the appearance, and as soon as there are fewer people passing by, the security is worse, and the poor patterned ones are coming and going at night, he said.
Even street lights built at equal intervals are unlikely to be lit when they are seen in the process of being installed. Isn't this like declaring that the night will be dark on the contrary?
Everyone wants to do something, but it takes money to do something.
If you are an elegant nobleman, you will not be able to construct gold in the general class. I just complained to my lord that the only way out of it that money would be instead of gold would be to ignore it from one end...
This is the status quo.
Well, Mary insists that there's no reason to hate nobility.
"It sounds good if you say you're entrusted with management, but you're just being pushed to land that you don't actually need anymore. They know we don't have the money."
It's a terrible story.
"That's the kind of house... you know, the Rotrek family"
I can feel disgust in the voice of a man groaned like a roar. No, I can only feel disgust.
I was swept away by tyranny, and I was pushed into a rough land, and I had no choice but to harsh the look on the man's face. The voice color said she didn't even like to mouth the family name, and Mary shrugged the family name down again before her irresistible disgust.
The Rotrek family.
Did you hear that somewhere...... But I wonder how many times I can't remember a single face where I squealed my family name, it's that degree of recognition. Maybe we've never even talked about it.
Anyway, the Albert family is one of the most famous in the country.
If you don't need to sell your flair to a house you're not interested in, you don't need to talk to me. Mary, a lady from the Albert family warrant, likewise responded if she could speak up, but did not become actively involved in other houses herself.
If it's a tyrannical house, how much is it worth to repair such a house and avoid it coming near by instinct?
"I'm sure you'll be happy to accept Mary's suggestion, too, if you listen. I think it's faster that way. Then the man will take this land from me right now and give it to you."
You imagine the sight, the look on the face of the man who talks is somewhat regrettable. Though I joke and flatter my shoulders, my disgust is seeping from the voice color and the look on my face that makes me look like a mundane moment.
Besides, no one can have a good look because they talk about a lord who only thinks of his own interests in contempt of the people who live there.
to a man who talks masochistically laughing, while Mary laughs corny and elegantly against
"I don't want to talk to anyone who can't get around my head."
and abandoned it lightly.
A man rounds his eyes on this.
"I can't turn my head..."
"Yeah, I don't want to talk to someone who can't see me by my immediate greed. 'Cause, you know, just talking will degrade your character."
Hey, how "noble lady" Mary is now to chill out. It's a first class mansion, if you will, and it makes you feel as noble as it is gracefully speaking about your character.
But in fact, Mary's current location is a common common common house, and the teacups in her hands are sprinkling but difficult to say luxurious. The same applies to tea leaves, which are less than a tenth of the price of tea leaves usually spoken by Mary.
He enjoys it gracefully and eats amateur handmade muffins that are neither famous pastry chefs nor exclusive maids. Besides, this is making me look "delicious" again.
Surrounded by things far from first-class, they mouth amateur dishes. Still, the height at which it wraps up remains unchanged.
The man also stared at Mary often for this, then clasped his shoulders small.
"... Really? That's what you think."
"You're not the Rotrek family that lives here. That's why I need your permission directly."
"... yeah, I don't mind. Best regards,"
"I also know I can't trust the beatings I've received before, and the current state of the road, given those. But please, trust me."
"Lady, lady......!
"Hang in the name of the Albert family...... no, by my personal thought of Mary Albert, I promise to keep the road up, and to prosper!
"No, thank you..."
"I'm sorry. Hey, my daughter is going to another world right now. I'll be right back, please wait."
"We are already eager to react by serving it to meals at parties in the country as well. Ratings in the social world are favorable. You can throw it to a party, and have a store downtown... I'm trying to get a crowd that won't be captured by the class."
"Lady, let's settle down for a moment"
"We plan to open a migratory bird bowl shop in neighboring countries as well and do it hard. We will of course be targeting first-class neighbors!
A man rounds his eyes against Mary, who holds his fist and stands up with momentum.
Only Addy sighed and shook one hand in front of Mary, "Lady, please come back".
"Lady, please come back from the country of the drill"
"I've already taken refuge from that country!... Not really, we're talking about a migratory bird bowl shop, right? Uh, you'll allow me?
Seeing a man with a strange look on his face, both proper and Mary. The man, who at first was as flashy as Mary's fever, also snorted bitterly at this.
"Oh, is that good? You've been talking about the migratory bowl store for about two hours, and you're ready to take it down?
"Lady, that's no longer the realm of harassment"
I don't think it's going to be so light, and I blink a few times when Mary is clapped out.
I guess that was funny again, the man looked at Mary like that with a crunchy laugh, and sipped a sip of tea. There is no color of disgust or hostility in that calm attitude, but on the contrary it even looks like a warm grin.
"It was just a rumor I was hearing."
"Rumors?"
"Yeah, if you'll excuse me, I don't seem like a weirdo/lady... Dori... I'm asking people who don't fit into the shape."
"Right, they say a lot... Dori?
Mary tilts her neck at the signs of a word she won't listen to. Dori?
But at any rate - be it a drill - there's nothing more to it if you can get permission.
That's what I thought and sat in the chair and turned to the landlord again. - At that time, I stepped on Addy's foot so he couldn't see it under the table because he said, "You said drill over there, you're still rooted for it! ♪ It's an appeal ♪
That's how Mary gracefully fluttered her silver hair once and turned to the landlord again.
Smiling. "I'm glad," said a heartfelt word. He laughed that the landlord who saw it could not enjoy it, and then called his wife, who would be in the kitchen.
"Please don't be mad at me. Listen. I was going to give this to you when the high-flying lady arrived."
What a delicious way to encourage a man to "go ahead" while talking like that...... croquette.
"Croquet is great..."
and Mary shrugged a few hours after such interaction. When I went back to the Albert family and took a whopping breath looking through the paperwork I exchanged.
Exactly. Addy had to nod at this, too, and agreed with me alot.
"Now you can make a big announcement at the party."
"Yeah, I was wondering what would happen for a while, but I'm glad you figured that out."
Mary stares at the material at hand as she speaks that way.
We need to finish building the road by party day. He said the strangers were coming and going, but he put his guard on there and dealt with it... and he's pretty busy thinking about the future.
But the landlord also told me that he would cooperate when we broke up. And then he let me have the soup recipe, which I'm sure he trusted.
He trusted the stranger Miss Albert's family warrant. No, you trusted me because I'm a weirdo. Either way, it's not the Albert family name that he trusted, it's the individual named 'Mary'.
"It's great to have a conversation with each other."
Yes. If Mary told him with her eyes shining, Addy nodded again that she agreed.