When it comes to why we have so many visitors and what to decide… it is the legacy of the Albert family.
The Albert family is currently headed by Mary's father. He is a talented, highly desirable person and deserves to be regarded as the most famous family in the country. No one in the country would be better than him.
Nevertheless, no matter how good a figure you are, you can't beat the annual wave that stops by. Either way, the time will come for our Lord to take turns.
It's not that far, considering your age, rather it's not weird even today or tomorrow. His two sons, among other things, are talented, similar to their father, and have no obstacle whatsoever in succeeding to the trail. He gave up his seat to his son early and relaxed with his wife while supporting his son for the rest of his life... Yes, his relatives also recommend him.
If so, the question becomes which of the twin sons will give way? Neither the current Albert family owners nor their sons are able to show one of their predispositions in deciding.
"Your father's a good year, too, so you don't have to take turns right away. You just have to decide which way you want him to succeed. Hey, that's what Addy would think, right?
"Yeah, I think my husband gets more tannic every day with his old age"
"I don't show you one simple gesture to decide, so I'm confused that everyone doesn't know which way to put it. At the end of the day, you're going to powder me, so that's a good nuisance. Hey, Addy."
"Right. My husband has those loving, gentle eyes, gentle and calm voices, and the majesty that drifts from every single thing he does...!
"Don't ignore the wife in front of you and praise your stepfather."
If Mary complained about it, Addy returned it to me and coughed it up with Cohon.
Addy had always been paranoid about the Albert family, but that made him worse by becoming his stepfather. "How wonderful that your husband would allow you to marry in a different capacity!" And this is what it is. I feel worse if I try from Mary.
Then even Patrick nodded at this word of Addy, and more recently even Guidus of the Eldoran family has begun to show a tendency towards delusion that he wants to be such a fine winner.
Thanks to this, Mary has recently begun to suspect that a pheromone has emerged from her father to stifle the youth.
"But your daughter is right, my husband often tells me that he was less fit than he used to be, even though he grew tannic and became more attractive. He also said the other day that the cold was healing slowly. The throat-scattered voice was painful, and the plundering heavy bass made you feel a grand piercing."
"You're still a little disgusted. But, well, it didn't start now, and let's give this up as too late. More than that, Father!
Damn, and Mary exhales.
Anyway, this visitor storm is starting with my father's malaise.
Even so, I didn't have a major illness, it's just a cold. Your doctor also decided that there was nothing important, and now he has slept for a few days and is now fully healed. It wasn't like making a scene, it was supposed to end with relief that I was glad I didn't matter what he looked like laughing at me for worrying.
... Yes, it was supposed to end.
Even so, for some reason, the social community made a scene on the matter.
The Albert family owner must have felt old in this matter and started thinking about retiring. If so, my surroundings began to move on their own to see which of my two sons they would be and which they would gain if they got there.
Above all, the house is desperate, which has been an unreachable distance. If it's a generational shift, there's no more chance to get in. The same goes for those who have been close to each other until now, who speak to their successors in search of grace as before.
As a result, even though the person said he didn't speak that letter of his succession, the social community held up with the anticipation of the next Albert family owner, and everyone ran off to sell the charm to their two sons to this day.
It also runs extra because you don't know which way it's going to go.
"Thanks to you, I'm not the only one who's been explored."
"It's no other Albert family heir, so it's not that easy to decide."
"If it's not easy to make up your mind, it's not good to pull the crap. Make the same pocket watch as the proof of the Lord, and put it in a box and pull it both at the same time. You better pull the real thing!
That's a good idea! and Mary shines her eyes.
If there is no obstacle to either of the two brothers succeeding, can we just make a crisp decision with a scratch? If you call it the "Albert Family Succession Decisions Scrap Party," it's just as good to announce the Succession.
If yes, Mary spoke, Addy sighed into the air. Open your mouth for objection with a look of fright from the bottom of your heart that you don't think will be directed at your beloved wife.
But before Addy uttered a word, he heard a light applause. Then he said, "That's a good idea, that's Mary!" The compliment continues.
"It does take luck to sum up the house. Mary's idea is novel and sharp!
"Oh, Brother Lang"
To the voice that came in from the side, Mary looked back and called on her brother's name.
Lang Albert, now the twin brother of the prominent Albert family in the social world. Blue eyes on silver hair, the extraordinary face of childhood and smallness often go hand in hand and are seen younger than their real age. So much so that they're likely to think you're twin brothers and sisters alongside Mary.
"Brother Lang, you've been running off to the dining room, too. But unfortunately, me and Addy were here first. It's overcapacity."
I'm sorry to hear that, and if Mary grinned wildly and tinkled her tongue out, she blinked her eyes with a pussy when she said Lang had eaten her face.
Then once I think about it, I turn my gaze to Addy this time. It takes the form of looking up, because he is about one head smaller than Addy.... I stretch my spine, claw ahead, and am desperate to narrow the difference.
"How lamentable...... When did our sweet Mary start saying such mean things? I'm sure someone somewhere, and that must be someone's fault for taking the lovely Mary from us too! Hey, Addy, you think so! Who the hell would that be!!
"Ugh, no, that's... I was wondering if your daughter's evil behavior was her original personality..."
"We've always loved Mary. Little Mary said it was cute and admired us and always got around after us... And yet! I can't believe when it had bad bugs on it! Hey Addy, what do you think!? Let me hear your opinion!
"Uh... Either Master Lang or the others were following the lady around..."
Addy replies in various ways to Lang's reference to too many straight balls that he made look far-fetched.
Originally, Lang became his brother-in-law because of the relationship between his servant and his husband, and also because he married Mary. I mean, for Addy, he's both public and private. Even without it, his disciple Addy has long been made to struggle daily by prankster lovers.
Because she knew such a relationship, Mary split between them and stared at Lang when she glanced at her shoulder together.
"Brother, don't abuse Addy"
"Oh my god! That cute, sweet Mary is staring at me...! Mary, I say tough things because I want Mary's happiness the most. It's all for you."
Lang's tone is as gentle as it tells.
Bonded by it, Mary gave a bewildered look when she stopped staring.
Sure, my brothers have always been adorable to me. Some things are persistent, but there will be no lie or falsehood in this phrase 'I think of Mary's happiness best'.
And at the same time that I adored Mary as my sister, my brothers thought of Addy as my brother.
If those two get married... maybe it's complicated all over my chest, though they only celebrated. One is a famous lady and one is a squire.
If Mary accidentally murmured, "Right......" Addy called Lang this time.
Serious rusty eyes are directed towards Lang.... the slight downward gaze is due to the height difference between the two.
"Dear Lang, I do think I have a lot to lose. But there is no falsehood in thinking of your daughter."
"Addy, I wish Mary happiness first. That's why I've been thinking for a long time that people in marriage will only forgive the man I recognized. Yet Mary chose you..."
"I know very well that you're in a different position."
"You're a squire, you've been like our brother for a long time... by the time you were ten, you were the same height as us, you lost our height at eleven, and now you're bigger than us so you don't even have to put your back together. You can admit such a man!!
"... did you still care about that (height)? There's nothing you can do about it."
To Lang's appeal, Addy, of course, even Mary, who was listening, dropped a gakun and a shoulder.
What the hell were the vocal colors and sincere words of earlier...... Even though Mary exhales unexpectedly, Lang stares at Addy with her harsh eyes, not realizing that she is stunned by her sister. It takes the form of looking up at the height difference, but I guess that's another dissatisfaction for him.
"Addy, I really want to celebrate your marriage with all my heart. So shrink, shrink now"
"I can't."
"I admit anything but height about you. I know Mary has no man more than you. But there's only one thing I don't care about being taller than me!
I shrunk, and looked at Lang, who commanded me to see what was wrong with Mary and Addy.
This is what happened. Lang can't be stopped so easily. Even so, of course, it's impossible for Addy to shrink, and even Lang understands that. Then what is this? It is merely a mischievous sense of eight hits coming from the complex and, if there is a gap, of disciples.
Mary shrugged her shoulder saying it was troublesome... then breathed much more into the drifting air. All of a sudden, the surroundings got cold. Addy and Lang seem to have noticed that too, making their expressions strong.
Their gaze turns not to Mary...... but behind Mary.
Something is coming. No, I'm already standing behind you.
With such a sense of oppression, Mary looks back in horror......
"Tea's, I'll be ready right now, so talk to me in the courtyard."
Lost in the temper and heavy words of a knife one-handed chef, all three panicked and left the dining room behind.
How can a lady, son-in-law, or man of the Albert family disobey a chef at lunch?
That's how he escaped from the dining room is the laundry room, the second shelter.
Running Mary took a deep breath as she took care of her disturbed breath, wiping the sweat scratched on the section with her graceful work. Slide the handkerchief from section to shoulder and twist the braided hair with one hand to flicker the edge of the ribbon, saying, "Damn it, it's not going to mess with your hair anymore."
Almost at the same time, there was a loud noise behind it.
Ahead of looking back in a hurry, he must have hit the table, holding his leg down and squatting Addy's figure.
Such a flutter of cloth fell over his head. White cloth. If it falls like it dances and is worn on Addy's head, how remarkable is the embroidery that says' Big Success' coming forward......
"Somebody, somebody, come! Seventy-five and fifty-eight!
If Mary accidentally raised her voice, I could hear Lang laughing from across the door.