The next morning, the place remained the same, the garden of the Albert family.
The elegant place has a table, just like yesterday.
Mary, Lang and Lucien take their seats. And again this morning, Alicia was taken out by Mary, who appeared in the royal palace with one hand of the letter. Behind her is also the figure of Roberto.
Visitors and unscheduled visitors are peeking into the courtyard, which again is the same as yesterday.
And on the table is a single note. Inside, of course.
[Second Princess Alicia Enhancement Training]
and this is also described in beautiful lettering on fine paper. With the letters of enhancement slightly larger and more accentuated, the degree of Mary's temper can be asked.
Look at that, Mary panned! And I slapped my hand. Silver thread hair flutters and shakes.
"Then brother, even today...... today is the day, please!
"I can't believe Mary asked me to do this two days in a row, this is an arm show! Leave everything to me, Mary just needs to feel like she's on a big ship!
"... if this undermines Mary's expectations, she will surely not rely on me for the rest of her life... I will try to live up to Mary's expectations even if I risk this life..."
"You're still a pain in the ass both ways. I'd like to divide it by three."
I frown that Mary was a pain in the ass to my motivating brothers.
But now is not the time to mourn the annoyance of your brothers. Rather, it is my role to lead this motivation to success. With that in mind, Mary turned her temper anew to Alicia.
Similarly, she has a temper in her purple eyes that can even be described as a fighting spirit. The fist, which was gripped much harder, is likely to be lifted more forcefully now, but you remember being pulled and slapped by Mary the moment you did it yesterday, fixing it on the table.
"Today is the day to let Alicia learn how to be a queen. So, today I want you to tell your brothers," What a man needs for a lady who thinks. "
If Mary explained her plans for today, the two brothers looked at each other.
They are the Albert family man, the very man who lives in the social world. From the time of his birth, and on the contrary, before his birth, his name was known to the social world, and no one in his domestic capacity knew their names.
I've been in the social world for a long time, which means that I've been dealing with all the ladies who live in the social world.
There must have been some chatter discussions between the guys about what kind of women would be appreciated and what kind of standing behavior would be preferred. That point of view should be different from that of Mary, who is a woman.
I nodded to Mary telling her I wanted to hear that, so much so that Lang would. After a while of thinking about it that way, I grumbled at the potpourri...... the unexpected word "my best".
"Too many degrees is a problem, but when it comes to aristocratic ladies, some of my life is still imperative."
To Lang's words, I let neither Alicia nor Mary anticipate this and round my eyes.
I know how essential it is to live in a social world with women, manners and elegance. Courtesy and intelligence, and elegance. Care should also be taken to support the husband and keep an eye on the family.
But what do you mean, "my whole life"?
If Mary looked at Lang strangely, apparently that strange gaze was interesting, and he spoke in a nasty tone of "okay" when he put his chest up somehow. Much better at it, the wind blowing through shakes his silver hair.
... I saw it. Alicia laughed small "just like Mary," so Mary kept a cock and a kick in her leg under the table. Alicia screamed small, but Roberto "I'll leave it to you I didn't see" from behind, helping me with the cover-up.
"So, brother, what do you mean, my whole life?
"It's a bragging match you're familiar with in the social world. The ladies are always bragging about," My husband forced me to buy it, "or," I'm gonna request a new villa for this year's anniversary. "
"Well, it's rumours and brags that always thrive. I'm gonna hate it."
"I also know Mary gets sick of it, but that's one of the ladies' jobs. I need you to do it, or I'll get in trouble."
Even Lucien agrees with Lang's explanation. On the contrary, even Roberto affirms that he is "within range".
Mary often thought about the reaction of such men… "Sure," she nodded. You didn't think I'd even agree with Mary, Alicia stares at me a little.
"Dear Mary, what do you mean? I can't do this."
"Brother Lang, I am not as good a child as you would imagine. The fact that Madame boasts of her own self means that she has the financial resources at home to fulfill her self. Flashy outfits and flashy expenses are a sign of affluence. In order to showcase the room for households and nostalgia, we must be somewhat of a consumer and proud of ourselves."
Yes, Mary explained, and Alicia nodded that she finally understood.
In other words, Madame's pride and complacency will continue to lead to the financial boast of the house. It's also a job to show off big accessories as a lady who lives in the social world "I forced her to buy it". The lady, who wears brilliantly decorated and sumptuous things, is a sign of the house, so to speak.
And I'm proud of it. I also turn to the listening side and find out what's going on in their house. Listen to the bragging of the lady in the house who wants to have an exchange, praise her, and get a connection to the house in a good mood.
Most importantly, it must also be 'within range', as Roberto put it. I leave it to greed to say my utmost, to urge what is as high as I wish, to boast, and to tilt the house at its end, and it is the end of the line.
In other words, it must be enough to boast and boast about the family, and then to the extent that it does not oppress households and businesses. Sometimes it takes humility to be thorough with the listener.
From one end of the glimpse, like Mary, the Doralogy Villain Warrant Lady: "It's all mine!," he snatched, blocking others from bragging, "I have to be the best!" And he was saying, "That my soul is of a different dimension.
I see this is not just my fault... and Mary was alone.
"You need to be professional. Good luck, Alicia."
"My professional self......! That's hard for me, Master Mary!
"Oh, I can't either. You can't be proud of Croquet's favorite cyclist."
"I don't know......!
Alicia gives a pitiful voice to Mary, who affirms that she is not helpful about this one.
Then her purple eyes turned to Lang and Lucien, of course.
"Give me some advice!" and in a desperate plea, they looked at each other, two melons but the opposite of Yin and Yang.
"Sure, it might be difficult to say my utmost to Alicia. And our lovely Mary has rarely said anything about me since I was a little girl."
"Ah...... You can tell us more about me, but Mary always listens well, honestly... You don't say anything about me at all, you don't rely on me as a brother..."
"Do something there, both of you, please!
"But to say the least about my Mary, it happened once when I was a little girl. Look, when Addy went to stay at the other house to help."
"Oh, Mary was amazing at that time... I can tell you that's my pity..."
"Please elaborate on that story! Your notebook is ready!
I perceived that I could hear all of Mary's old self, and Alicia opened her cuddly purple eyes. Whenever she does, she has a writing device at her disposal, and where she intends to go for the earlier confusion.
By contrast, Mary tries to stop us from derailing her today, but there's no way her brothers can stop being delayed by memorabilia. Even if I reach out to take Alicia's notes from her, she gets stunned.
"I miss you, that was when Mary was just a little girl"
"How many times is that? What size vertical roll?
"Still less than half the vertical roll and half the fist, I wonder if it was a finely curled two-spin"
"I see, you're estimated to be about seven years old!
Listen to Lang and Alicia writes in the notebook at hand.
"Don't treat the drill like an annual wheel," Mary complained, even though she no longer had the energy to stop it and knew it wouldn't arrive. … while asking Roberto to replace the tea.
"Addy was driven out with the help of another house. It took me so long to stay here. It's a common story, and we were all impressed that Addy was a worker. But at night..."
"O, at night......!?
"I lost sight of Mary, and when I looked, I was crying at the soot in the garden! If you ask, Addy won't come home, if you don't even care about the mud on the hem of your skirt, crouch down, cry Gusgus, and say that prudence and clarity!
Lang speaks loudly when he says it's like a dramatic story. Sometimes I flatter my shoulders, sometimes I shake my neck sideways in a sigh, and at the end I spread my hands, just waving my hands.
Alicia said to this story, "Oh no, Lady Mary...!," he said in surprise. The eyes of what was the most surprising voice I was giving were shimmering, and I wrote them down on my notebook at hand, and then drew a cuddly line with a red pen. Was there a point of importance for her somewhere?
"Mary didn't listen to us at all back then. I'm crying that Addy's not here, she's not coming home. My eyes turn red because I wipe my tears hard, sometimes I wipe them with a vertical roll involved, and I thought I'd watch and my chest would rip open!
"I see. So what happens after that? What about Mary, who kept crying!?
"You had a hard time with that... No matter how much we say 'Addy will be back tomorrow', we don't stop crying... I managed to bring him back inside the mansion and when I was tired of crying and bored I gave him Addy's jacket and he crept and slept..."
"So, how did Addy react when he found out about it?!?
"" I didn't tell you because I'm angry!
Lang and Lucien asserted their voices in unison, and Alicia uttered a dismaying "ahhh". Close the notebook with no force.
Then he exhaled deeply, as if he had finished the job, and put his mouth on the tea. Kokli and her white throat shake. Makes me feel calm and excited about what I did to bring the teacup back to the saucer seems to be a lie. Though my cheeks are still slightly red with an exciting aftertaste.
Alicia, breathing a sigh of relief, slowly raised her face and turned to Lang and Lucian with a soft smile.
"It was a lot of help. Dear Lang and Lucian, thank you."
Say thank you. If Alicia bows her head, her blonde hair flutters and shakes.
And the trick was also gracious, and the two men, whom they had been thanked, snorted back, laughing softly again. "It would be an honor if I could help Princess Alicia," their words in return make me feel warm, loyal and friendship.
That's how the three of us indulged in tea. The air was a long idle word, even giving us a sense of refreshment and accomplishment that accomplished something. Sometimes jokes make laughs, and honor each other for today's achievements.
If anyone was present at this location, if there was one who was present only at this location - on condition that they had not heard the conversation earlier - they might think that it was a tea party with some effort.
By then, they have a clear sense of accomplishment. The water splash of the fountain sparkles.
... Most of all, Mary, who is present with such a glorious three,
"Even my heart would have been decided."
And he was drinking cold cut tea with his lost light eyes.
By the way, until Roberto, who was supposed to have stood behind Alicia, when he had started taking care of the garden.
Apparently you decided you didn't need to ask. After judging, I guess I decided that dirt was better than this pointless Mary past exposé.
Neither was Mary willing to reprimand this... nor was she willing to, and she poured herself tea into the empty cup, sandwiched between the light sound of the shovel digging the dirt from behind her and the long, idle consolation in front of her.