We have lunch and Addy and I take a relaxing walk in the garden.
By the way, Alicia had already returned to the Royal Palace and only Mary was specially served with cookies for her lunch dessert. And a message card written with the adorable letter 'Let's have another night party'. Of course this is a souvenir of Alicia's placement. How rudimentary, and she seems.
Not knowing what to do in front of the family staring smilingly, Mary complained, "I can't believe the Inn bill is a cookie, the Alberts have been seen cheaper," while mumbling cookies somewhat louder than usual.
"Alicia's cute as a souvenir with cookies."
"Rural girls are nasty enough to forgive me for being about cookies! Next time you're gonna kick me out whether it's cookies or muffins!
"If it's croquette?
"Hmm...... No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
I was bonded for a moment and Mary panicked and shook her neck to the side. He swayed a flickering, water-colored ribbon and then exhaled deeply to revamp it.
That's how I look around as if nothing happened.
The gardens of the Albert family are still beautiful today, with flowers blooming and ideal for light exercise after meals.
However, it is unfortunate not to mention the long idleness that makes me forget the earlier noise.
At any rate, there are visitors during the walk, and my father asks me where my brother is. At the end of the day, he sells the festivities to Mary. How many times has it been since I've managed to deal with a guest who eats down to spread the word with me instead of greeting him?
"You're all persistent. It's time to pretend to be irrelevant because I'm a private student."
"When you get to the boulder, your daughter won't be able to penetrate irrelevance either. On the contrary, some people think that your daughter is the one who will inherit them."
"So I've told you many times, there's no way I'm going to carry on the trail."
I complain that Mary is sick of it.
The Alberts have two excellent men. Yet it is also a good place to talk absurdly, such as letting my daughter succeed me. I have complained about it many times, proclaimed it, and told the whole country that I wanted to go around sticking paper.
But no matter how Mary affirms that it's "impossible," her surroundings don't pull off easily. Some people think, "If you don't know who's going to succeed, why don't we bet on Mary?"
What a greedy and purposeful story. Besides the gambling sensation.
If you think you're in that vortex, Mary won't even take a sigh and hold onto your forehead.
"If you don't have a son, why am I still out there?"
"Your daughter is a more powerful candidate than you think. Alicia and I are close."
"I'm not close to a princess poking around like a pig with a chicken watch like that!
I'm not kidding! and Mary called, and Addy whitefully replied, "You did".
How dare he say "you weren't close" again in a badly chopped voice.
"Wherever you go, if you think you're close to a child without such a product, you'll even suspect his or her taste! Even last night I was forced into my futon, and I couldn't sleep!
"For that matter, it seems like it was noon when your daughter woke up."
"Ho, I really couldn't sleep one night! I was just jerking off, jerking that kid's blonde hair every once in a while, 'cause I was just jerking off! At last, it was before lunch!
Appealing to summon, Mary scratched up her silver hair fluffy with her hands… and scuffed away forgetting that she had been braiding. One hand scratches the sky softly.
I looked at Mary like that with a bitter smile as Addy loved her, but then I looked back at all the voices I heard.
It's Patrick who guides me to the maid and walks me through the garden. Shaking blue hair in the wind, its appearance is so glorious that even the blooming flowers are sumptuous. The neat face makes you feel brave and intelligent, and the slurring high height is exactly the prince......
It is, but the prince was also making his face snap today.
The look on Patrick and the others, but if it's stuck to one young man perfectly behind his back, there's no choice. That's Patrick, too, can't seem to fix his expression on the depressed air drifting from behind.
"Hey Mary, Addy. I looked for it. I hear Alicia got in the way last night."
"Good day, Patrick. I'm in the mood to complain, but don't we just talk about each other here?
"Right, shall I make it a pain division? By the way, Lucien, it's time for you to leave."
If Patrick spoke as he spoke, a young man called Lucien softly left him.
Then line up next to Sussus and Mary. Blue eyes on silver hair, a neat face with a residual youthfulness, line up and anyone will know they're brothers and sisters.
He is the one crack of Lucian Albert, Mary's brother. I am a twin to the earlier Lang, but the wrapped air is the opposite. The shadows and the yangs are enough.
Thanks to you, there's nothing wrong with two people standing in line even though they're supposed to be melons.
Shady Lucien, cheerful Lang.
Mary, caught between this yin and yang, always blurred, "I want to add it up and divide it by three". It is not divided by two, but by three.
"Lucien, your brother has fled to the courtyard."
"Oh, I've had hiccups in the morning, and I've been foolish and fed up... He walks around in our faces to the prince of the House of Dice... and the day the Alberts are taken over is not so far away..."
"Brother, don't say that."
There's a grudge against Lucien. Mary blames him with a grudge. This brother sees it as bad when he says something.
But even if Mary blamed him, his resentment didn't seem clear, and he scorned Patrick with abomination. Slight eyes resent me for a long time.
Incidentally, the system looks up because of the height difference between Patrick and Lucien, as it did between Addy and Lang.
"The Alberts and the Dies have long been cordial and asked Patrick to escort Mary over and over again. And yet I can't believe you're kicking our little Mary's engagement..."
"Lucien, I've had a good discussion with Mary about that."
"In the alley, they say Mary pulled herself off, but if you listen to me in detail, you say she was shaken. Many times while taking our lovely Mary's hand, when she gets married, another woman... And then, at eleven, he lined up at our height, and when he was twelve, he slowly lost his height, and now he doesn't have to compare..."
"Are you still saying that?"
"It's quick and doesn't shrink a millimeter when you think of it as shrinking from behind..."
"Will it shrink?"
Patrick drops his shoulder in a frightened voice.
Hearing it, and remembering Dejab, Mary sighed in abundance.
It's called Lang earlier, it's called Lucien, the brothers are too constrained by their height. Instead, the only thing I'm holding is my height, and this makes me want to sue Mary for "not if you care about that," too.
Our Lord has no way of deciding on a succession, and this is what happens to our two sons, so I see that everyone runs on the issue of the Albert family succession.
"Lucien, brother, you're not worried about height right now. Talk to your fathers and make up your mind to take over. If that's what you're talking about, let's pull it off now."
Mary rushes Lucien if it's not a coincidence to be swung any further. - I won't forget to keep the whale pull going without a scratch.
Lucien, by contrast, stared at Mary with a slight eye and gently touched her shoulder. There are no shards of sharpness compared to the cheerful Lang, but there is always kindness behind Mary's eyes.
"whale pull...?
"Yeah, we make the same pocket watch that is a testament to our Lord, and we put it in a box. Your brothers pull at the same time, you better pull the real thing!
It's a great idea! and Mary explains it with her eyes shining.
It was Patrick who sighed against this. "What a stupid story, whatsoever, whatsoever, whatsoever," Addy nods to his whining words, indicating his agreement as well.
Best of all, Lucien before Mary, who speaks enthusiastically...
"That's cute Mary, what a novel idea...!
And I praised my sister's suggestion with emotion in the open.
"Right! Brother Lang praised me!
"I never thought of pulling a whale. I hate my mediocre thoughts...... Mary is a genius, she must revolutionize the social world......!
"I don't like it, don't be so complimentary"
Lang was also praised by Lucian, and Mary's eyes glistened.
After all, whaling was a good idea. I couldn't help but say, "Have a party and wuss in front of everyone! If I suggested," Lucien nodded with applause as he looked more and more.
The phrase "it would be good to use up the rest of his life's luck with whales" at that time has some disturbing air, but it is his own endorsement.
To this interaction, Patrick, who watched, exhaled the greatest sigh of the day.
"Lucien, I've been saying this for a long time, but you better stop affirming Mary from what to what. You brothers are responsible for her bizarre behavior."
"... I don't hear voices from above"
"Well, that's a shame"
Lucien puts on his shoulder and Patrick drops into a sigh.
That's how I said, "Call me to the whale party," with a frightened voice, because I knew there was no way Lucien's Mary could fix it now, even though it was the advice.
The Alberts and Dies have known each other for a long time, and Patrick has known Lucien and the others since childhood, just like Mary. That's enough to grasp each other's height and growth.
And since childhood, the two sons of the Albert family have drowned only one sister, admired her for doing anything, and praised her as a butterfly, a flower.
"That's Mary, great motor nerve," she applauds if Mary rides her bike, and praises if she eats croquettes on a downtown bench "good quality even on the side of the road".
Mary drowning is consistent, albeit the opposite twin in yin and yang.
As a result, Mary, supported by her brothers, ran lazily and bizarrely to this day.
Keep your eyes shining on the whale pull proposal now and say, "Use jewelry for extravaganza too for the out-of-the-box pocket watch. The box you put in is made of marble and the timing of the pull matches the band's performance!" and trying to create luxury in vain.
This won't stop anymore...... and Patrick narrowed his blue eyes. - Serious Patrick has been trying to stop their rampage for a long time, but he's giving up faster year after year -
"If it's true which one is good to inherit, maybe it's good to wuss"
"Oh, finally, even Master Patrick is a whale puller... Don't give up. I can't stop Lucien and her."
"I can't even stop it. I can't believe I can stop you both..."
Patrick turns his gaze elsewhere.
Then he exhaled with relief that "the collection was finally here".