Mary is a little, really little, sleepy.
Even so, I'm not in a bad mood, and I'm not caged in a futon forever. I just get up and blur for a while and move and react slowly.
Something cute to this extent. The maids of the role to wake them were not in trouble, but always secretly loved the unexpected side of Tung and Clear Mary.
One morning like that, Mary woke up blurry, gently shaken up with the voice "Dear Mary, wake up".
Still more than half of my consciousness is in my sleep. Did I just say 20% awake?
Of course, his vision was grumpy, and he rubbed his eyes in the morning glare, "Is it morning already?" He raised his sleepy voice. Thanks to all the shaking of his head, his sight also shakes, and a golden one flickers into the corner of his sight.
"Yes!!... No, yes. Yes, it's time to wake up."
"Is Addy...?
"Mr. Addy is not... Addy is in his room today. This must be Mary's room, right?
"Hey...... I slept separately. Wow. I'm sure Alicia will be here at lunch today..."
"Ha, embroider with me!!... excuse me. Yes, I... Alicia is here and we'll do the embroidery together. Come on, Mary, let's get dressed and get your hair done."
Encouraged, Mary slowly got out of bed.
Thoughts are still fluffy and I walk relying on made-up clothes that show in my vain sight. Albert's maid of honor. Is it my fault that it looks strangely novel?
That's how he washes his face and shapes himself as he pulls his hand.
The white shirt opens up the decorté boldly, while overlapping the laces to reduce exposure and the dark blue long skirt feels calm and sophisticated. High-waisted skirt but not more painful than it looks, "You can eat a lot of croquettes with this!" To the maid's voice, "Mary replied as she leaked her fuzz and flaws.
Then he said, "Did you have these clothes?," he asks in an extended voice, "but somehow this just returns the maid's inclusive laughter.
Why laugh? I'd like to hear it, but I'm more drowsy than that. "Well, that's good," she gently drove her doubts out of her mind, and now she sat back on the dresser.
"Let's simply knit three things today. What about the gold ribbon!
"Hey, I'll take care of it..."
If Mary answers while she groans, the maid who stood behind her says, "Bye!" He knitted Mary's hair with strange intent.
It's a gentle gesture. It's as if I'm being stroked in the head, and my somnolence returns to comfort.
Meditate your eyes for a while, open them slowly, close them again slowly… and the slow Mary movement is reminiscent of the cat just before you sleep.
In the meantime, Mary glanced into the mirror in front of her, still rounding her eyes, which only opened about half with sleepiness.
The dresser's mirror, with an empty scarf hanging at its top.
Mary's face looks in the mirror, but this hides the maid's face standing behind her. Speaking of visible areas, about from chest to bottom. The maid's clothes are fluttered with golden thread hair.
How could Mary reach out to take a scarf like this? "Oh, no, you can't, Mary." If you look at the maid behind you over the mirror, she combs Mary's silver thread hair with her face hidden in a scarf.
"This is the scarf that Mary will be wearing today. This is how I hang it in the mirror and see if it fits my hair and ribbon."
"I see."
"It's my big best friend, me... no, it's embroidered with my big best friend, Alicia, I need to put on a nice scarf"
"I don't really know where you're going, but, well, that's good."
Fluffy, and another elbow, Mary continued to sit on the dresser with a sense of nagging and slight sleep.
A maid's hand standing behind her knits silver thread hair. How comfortable.
That's how Mary, half-sleep, slowly opened her eyes to the voice "Yes, it's over," she said.
The dresser's mirror shows himself knitting three beautiful pieces of silver thread hair. I see, three braids of silver thread tied in a white shirt with a dark blue skirt and a thin ribbon of gold. The addition of an empty scarf here would enhance each shade.
By the way, the scarf is still hung at the top of the mirror. I can't see the maid's face hidden because of it.
"Dear Mary, you can roll your own scarf, can't you?
"Yeah, it's okay."
"Then I'm in this! Today I am embroidered with my big best friend Alicia, not me! Don't forget!
For some reason he pushes caution in a strangely excited tone, and the maid turns her heel back and leaves the room.
I didn't say how fast it was, and by the time Mary looked back, she was no longer a maid. When it comes to what I see, it's just the golden thread hair that flutters and shakes and disappears across the door.
"... who was it?
Mary leaned her neck curiously and still reached for an empty scarf hung in the mirror.
"Made of blonde hair, is it"
"That's right. We have a blonde maid, too, but she's not in my hobbyist. And he had a strange voice to hear."
"Ha, that's again..."
"I wonder who the hell that maid was..."
Yes, if Mary walks troubled, Addy walks next door and looks elsewhere in white and returns, "Who would it be?"
The time is before noon. Of course, but Mary is awake. His consciousness is clear, and he never rows a ship.
And because my consciousness is clear, it's strange what happened this morning.
A maid who was faceless. I'm strangely excited from time to time and restless in a hurry to rephrase it. Rugged and loose golden thread hair, a familiar voice......
Strangely enough, no one is a maid serving the Albert family. Though I tried to speak to a few people, they all said they were doing another job that time.
"These clothes are weird, too. I don't have these clothes or scarves."
"That's strange."
"I wonder if someone snuck into our house. But what the hell is the point of imitating a maid?
If you want to bring out money or expensive things, the only thing the mysterious maid has done is wake up Mary and prepare herself.
That's it. He left so he could run. On the contrary, a set of pieces and scarves is a mysterious maid, so instead of stealing it, this is a gift.
Who the hell is for what...?
"It's a strange story," Addy mutters in a completely heartless voice as she turns elsewhere to Mary, who turns her thoughts around with a strange look.
That's how Mary walks as she thinks, from behind, "Dear Mary!" I heard a cheerful voice.
Needless to say, it is Alicia. Alicia is the only one who visits the Albert family in such a good mood and with such a loud voice.
Mary clasped her shoulders at Alicia's figure floating behind her brain without even having to see it. Of course I don't look back. The only time I'm going to look back at you is when she calls out with a good-looking greeting. - It hasn't come true, and it's become the norm these days to be held from behind.
"But I thought you'd be visiting me early this morning, but you've been visiting me before noon for promises after noon. Though he's a little off the clock, he's got to keep his time."
There was guts, yes, and Mary nodded proudly in her arms.
But Addy, who stands next to Mary, still replies, "Well, that's right," not here.
"Addy, what kind of attitude did you have just now? What are you trying to say?
"... hey, what do you say. By the way, lady, you just said to the suspicious maid," What the hell do you get out of it? "
"Yeah, I have no idea. I wonder what this is all about..."
Addy sighs heavily at Mary, who frowns that the mystery only deepens...,
"I mean, maybe it's 'alignment'."
That's what I said, and I pointed a point in front of him.
Behind Mary. Mary also looked back in a hurry just to this.
There she was, Alicia rushing over here waving her big hand.
To be exact, Alicia combines a white decorte open shirt with a water-colored high waist long skirt, wrapped in a dark blue scarf around her neck, braided with three golden thread hair and decorated with a silver ribbon.
In that Alicia outfit, Mary accidentally rounded her eyes.
I look down on my fitness once. In a decorte open shirt, a dark blue skirt and a hint of shaking at the neck are empty scarves......
He was hit... and Mary quickly unwrapped her neck scarf while regretting her breadth and threw it at Alicia so she could flutter over her running over.
Even after that day, the mysterious maid visited Mary's room for a moment, and instantly disappeared when she was ready for Mary's sobriety as she lay asleep. The offense is brilliant, and by the time Mary's consciousness awakens, she has left no trace.
After a while, Alicia will be visiting in white, wearing matching hairstyles and scarves. - "Just stop aligning your whole body!" is the sad cry of Mary on the first day. Thanks to this, the whole body is no longer aligned, but as for Mary, I would like the alignment itself to be abolished -
Mary thought it would be quicker to improve her sleep than to blame Alicia for her actions on this.
All you have to do is wake up properly in the morning and slap the mysterious maid you've been sneaking into.
What an easy thing to do! Yes, Mary thinks of the future of the solution….
"Dear Mary, let's make this hair ornament today! Right! Isn't that lovely!
"Hey... please wow..."
Also this morning, he rowed the boat while falling asleep again, getting his taste ready for the maid with the golden thread hair.