Bertina's harassment is not even a relief. It's all failed, too.
"Be in a good mood," he said, showing up on a high-flying car, stuck to Mary, and defeated by Mary and those around him, under barometric pressure... Everything is at this rate. Both Mary and her angry temper are shredded by this, so much so that she is letting Bertina go without wanting to make things rough.
"You can't leave her alone when you're looking at her."
Yes. Mary groaned sighingly, temporarily after dinner as well. The place is Addy's room.
Sitting on a cushion dedicated to Mary, she looked back at the day as she tapped the second cushion dedicated to Mary with a posposse, in which she became the subject of Bertina.
Even today and today Bertina stuck to Mary, and lost and ran away. That, too, has been raided four times today.
If Bertina's little... on top of Alicia and Parfett taking both arms from her ex, there's no other way for Mary to exhale. Extra fatigue accumulates too much.
"But you remind me of that empty turn of Master Bertina, something.... like a high ministry lady."
"Oh, excuse me, when did I turn empty?"
"Was there a time when it wasn't rather empty?
"You're so rude!
Posun! and Mary pound the cushion with momentum.
... but I distracted myself from the sieve because I wouldn't even try to remember when I wasn't turning empty. The fall of the goals of the High Ministry period, a byview of my time at the University of Eleciana, and one of the migratory bird bowl shops... Looking back, I feel they were all empty as Addy put it.
This might be a better way to change the story, that's what I thought, and Mary said "by the way" together as she cleared up and calmed down with Tung.
"Addy, you really met Mr. Bertina for the first time, didn't you?
"Yeah, it's my first meeting. I've never been to Eleciana School, and the Barthes have no connection to the Alberts."
"Right. And yet that attitude... could it be"
"I guess Master Bertina liked Addy in Dralogy in her previous life."
"... you say it softly"
Addy assures me clearly.
That look is like someone else. Ugh, not the look of one lady telling herself that she's in love with her.... even though there was a swirl in Mary's chest.
"Mr. Bertina likes you, doesn't she?
"It's not me. It would be Addy in Dralogy."
"That's right. But not Addy."
"You're not."
Addy assures me.
That tone is no longer somewhere else in HR. I'm not interested in anything, it's like you're saying it's irrelevant.
"Lady Mary of Dralogy is a courtier who mocks ordinary people with all her might, isn't she? You're not like your daughter."
"Well, I don't want to be that woman."
I remember Mary Albert in Dralogy, and Mary unexpectedly wrinkled between her brows. Even though she was set up and portrayed as a villain, Mary in Dralogy was already a sighing, disgusting woman.
He could do whatever he wanted with his family name as a shield, follow his surroundings, use his family name and shut it up, although he would be the one facing his teeth, and sometimes unfairly dismiss even the use of other houses and college officials. It was the path of falling that I was going to take advantage of - not to mention the results - but Mary herself, Mary in Dralogy, feels that I don't like it.
If I told him that, I nodded that Addy agreed. He says, "You're different from your daughter," just in case.
"And Addy of Dralogy hated such a thing about Mary, and still obeyed with no fear of authority. Look, isn't it different from me?"
"It's definitely someone else."
"You said it before, 'My place is next to yours'. Addy in Dralogy wouldn't tell Mary that line."
Addy tells me as I stare. Rusty eyes, I no longer remember if it was a game-like shade, but it's a calming color above all for Mary.
Sometimes warm, sometimes hot, eyes that stare at me.
This is how I can stare at him, not Mary in Dralogy, not Alicia in the fan disc... just me. The comfort dissolves the vibrations that were gushing in Mary's chest.
Sure, Addy's right, he's separate from Addy in Dralogy and right in front of him.
In retrospect, Addy in Dralogy was portrayed as a delicate type from that predicament. His route, set up on a fan disc, depicts him regretting and worrying himself, who has never been able to stop the villain's maid Mary, and thus searching for his own path of redemption.
Addy of Dralogy would never have said that we would be together as far north as the earth.
"Right. Addy always stays next to me... It's not like Addy in Dralogy."
"That's right. In the first place, Addy of Dragonography was Mary's word without fear of authority, wasn't she? You're loyal to your husband, and that's not me!
Mary closed her eyes softly to Addy, who was good at speaking.
"... there was a big difference between Addy in Dralogy and you. There's a difference in the name of loyalty. If it was Mary in Dralogy, Addy would be fired immediately, deported."
"What are you talking about, young lady? With this attitude of mine, I wouldn't say Mary of Dralogy, but I'd fire your sons and daughters."
"If you're conscious, make it right! Fine, I'll fire you too!
Mary enters, taking the paper and pen she had at hand. It's about a note form, but it should be a formal notice of dismissal if my father, the Albert family's maid, signs it.
If it was anything, I would have pushed it about blood judgment.
"Look! As soon as I wrote this to your father...... What, that spare face"
Mary, who was writing a notice of dismissal as she summoned Kiki, turns her gaze to Addie surprised.
If it's the usual flow, if Mary writes a notice of termination, Addy will panic, and he'll forgive you with his hand and stop you. That's how Mary blurts out with the phrase, "There's no next time." Until now it has been.
But only today, Addy is in a hurry. On the contrary, we won't even stop you, and you're free to go.
To this correspondence, which does not seem to be true, Mary asked roaring, "What are you trying to say" as she wrote the notice of dismissal.
"It's good. Go ahead. Give it to your husband when you're done writing it. But be prepared for one thing before you do."
"Ready?"
"Once that notice of dismissal is accepted, your daughter's husband will be unemployed!
"... be!
Mary loses her words to Addy's words.
But surely, Addy is also Mary's squire but also her husband. If he loses his job as a squire, Mary's husband loses his job.
Mary drops her gaze on the notice of dismissal at hand to the fact that she was stuck......,
"Well, it's the Albert family under the sky, and I don't make it to feed one of the unemployed."
and made the decision, and stood up in his hands with the notice of dismissal he had finished writing.
"Wait! I'm sorry! I don't want to stop doing this job!
"Father! Addy finally decided to fire me!
"I haven't decided! I've decided to serve the Albert family my whole life!
"It's all right, Addy, you have the position of deputy manager of a migratory bowl shop...!
Mary almost swallows words.
Because Addy held me from behind when I tried to get to the door. Mary's leg leaves the floor if she can be held up with her hands around her hips by a tall Addy.
The door knob, which was about to touch my fingertips, went away, and Mary wrinkled between her eyebrows about this. A reward that has been going on since before marriage, but after marriage, Addy's use of force has become more prominent.
But he's taller than a man his age, and Mary is small by contrast. If you can hold him up - besides hitting him on the flank under moderation - there's no way to fight him. Mary clapped her shoulders if she had no choice.
He was put back in the poson and cushion, and at least threw the last round dismissal notice with a pound toward Addy.
"To the dramatic cartoon, to Mr. Bertina, as usual, my squire is disrespectful and my husband holds me captive and I can't even go see your father... I can't help but feel sick because of your hard work."
"Lady, are you ill, too?
"Yeah, it's weird to be around your chest from now on, or you're uncomfortable, you're restless."
At the second moment, there is a swirl in your chest, and you are attacked by unspeakable discomfort. In retrospect, wasn't this discomfort from the first day of exchange study?
When Mary spoke of it, Addy's hand grabbed Mary's hand softly. You're showing me, when I can stroke the back of my hand with my fingertips, I get warmth and clarity.
"Lady, I'm sorry I didn't notice. But it's okay now."
"Are you okay?"
What do you mean? And if Mary looks up to Addy, she's smiling calmly.
His hand has held Mary's hand much stronger.
"Does Addy know what this discomfort is?
"Of course it is. I know your daughter better than anyone."
"... Addy"
To his words, Mary leaked a howl and exhale.
What a sweet and dependable word to understand than anyone else. In fact, Addy had Mary hanging around because of the baby.
Serving as a squire, watching, and staring in love, he is now next to me with love, having become my husband. You must know more about Mary than Mary.
I thought of the depth of that love, and Mary laughed calmly.
"Well, Addy knows everything about me."
"Yeah, so it's okay now. Starting tomorrow..."
"Starting tomorrow?
what to do from tomorrow, yes. If Mary asks, Addy smiles calmly,
"Starting tomorrow, prepare light dishes for your meal"
I have suggested that.
Mary stares at him and then drops her gaze on her own chest.
A gush in my chest, unspeakable discomfort. That feeling of being bothered......
"I see, you had a stomach sag, too."
I'm convinced, Mary groaned as she nodded.