After a few breaks, change the combination of getting into the carriage… and go for Federa. Noisy is a lively and enjoyable journey of things.
No matter who you ride with, you don't feel comfortable and have a good time. I doubt it if you ask me if this is a harsh journey, but it would be good because I haven't arrived at my destination yet.
With that in mind, Mary watched Lucien and Roberto talk.
Again, this is a pleasant combination. Lucien makes a backwards statement immediately from her rooted nature, but Mary, love remains the same. Return it with a remark that Roberto is cold and calm and, if listened to carefully, extremely disrespectful.
Same as always, same interaction.
I would love to hear more of the conversation between the two of them, and on the other hand, I wonder who I'm going to ride with next...... and look forward to it.
Most of all, I feel the strong obsession and restraint of my brothers around not stubbornly leaving Mary and Addy alone in any combination, but I couldn't think deeply of it in my sense of finesse.
That's how I kept traveling in the carriage, and Mary, who was asleep for shaking heavily with Gatan, woke up fuzzily.
Slowly raise your head and report to no one that you were still asleep with your dreamy consciousness.
Then I looked up next door and Addy was looking out the window at the view. He shakes his rusty hair in the wind entering through the window, narrowing his eyes and looking far away.
Am I delayed in my thoughts? The sides are worried, calm down and look grown up. It's a strange thing, and even though the childhood shadow does remain, it makes adults feel colorful when they look at the sides.
Bring it to his shoulder, no, on the contrary, he seemed to sleep with his whole body kept.
I finally realized that Mary was moving, and when I turned this way, I laughed softly, "Are you awake?"
"You've been asleep quite a while. The sun's gone down and it's dark."
"You must have been tired of moving the carriage. Is your body hurt?
"I slept in the best bed in the world, it's okay."
If I joked and Mary told me, "That's good," Addy returned while blushing her cheeks. The illuminating expression was loving, and Mary leaned against him again to keep her head on her shoulder as she hung her pursuit.
Then look around. Outside the window it was dark and seemed to sleep for quite a while. If you ask me, I crossed the border a while back and said my current location is already Federa's national territory.
I heard that, and now I did my gaze from outside the window to the inside of the carriage. No one is sitting across the street, just a fine cushion. I have no brothers or Roberto.
I checked that far and Mary tilted her neck sooner or later with a sense of gradual clarity.
If I recall, it should have been Lucian and Roberto who were in the carriage with me before I went to sleep.
"Well, there's no problem with one escape crumbling..." he said to Lucien, grinning niggly and dimly, who often bought a fight that Roberto sold "It'll be good, I'll expose everything during the year" with a glance through the chill.
One gloomy, yet uncomfortable, one gloomy, but cold, smiling at each other had a gloomy but tense air. It would not be an exaggeration to say one-touch immediacy.
Most of all, it is an interaction that is too much for Mary to stop. I only heard them from day to day. The two voices were familiar to my ears and even sounded like babysitters.
I watched the interaction as I rowed the boat... and woke up next to Addy.
Where are the brothers, rather when did Addy come next door? Asking that, Addy smiled bitterly as she stroked the shoulders of the resulting Mary as she seemed to love her.
"About right before the sun starts to set. Lucien and his brother came to the carriage where Mary and I were going to ride and said," Give him a shoulder because Mary slept. ""
"So you took turns."
"Yeah, you should go first." Don't wake Mary. Come rest for Mary. "
Addy speaks with a bitter smile on her shoulder without having to explore the intentions of the word.
I was so obsessed with leaving Mary and Addy alone that when Mary fell asleep, I immediately gave it to Addy. That, too, while daring to emphasize 'for Mary', cares about Addy's carriage sickness.
My brother, the Heavenly Evil Ghost, is a good place.
I'm sure in the other carriage, the brothers are stubbornly drowning their sister and resenting Addy, and as a result they are chilled out of Roberto.
Mary's grin intensifies at that sight, which she can easily imagine.
My brothers are the same. And I guess it will continue to be the same.
... but can you stay the same even if you are the heir?
Mary blinked her pussy and eyes at the doubts that had sprung up in her chest.
Question that makes me think "what the hell are you thinking" myself. But the question that arose once caught in my chest, and it didn't disappear.
"... it's not going to change, is it?"
"Ma'am, what's wrong?
You guided Mary squeaking like a rumor, and Addy peeks into my face worried. Staring with rusty eyes, he said again, "Lady? I've called it."
Mary hurried herself up, returning to me with the voice.
Tell yourself again what the hell you're thinking. Even if I were to be the heir to the Alberts, there's no way those brothers would change.
"It's okay, I was just thinking. Besides, you called me your daughter again."
"That's worrying about your daughter... Not Mary... Meh, Meh... Looks like we're about to get there."
"You gave up so well."
Because you're in a bad position, or Addy looks out the window and deludes you. Mary sighed at the whiteness.
Still, trying to miss him this time, I grabbed his shoulder, which I had taken care of until earlier, and I saw a splendidly built building outside the window.
If we parked the carriage in front of the mansion, it was time for the couple to greet us.
My wife's name is Karen. In the sister of Carrell, Mary's mother, a gentle smiling face is somewhat similar to Carrell's.
Standing next to her is her husband Dan. A look that makes you feel bold and harsh, but the roots are gentle and airy men. The way they lean in line is amicable.
If Mary got out of the carriage and ran over for a small run, she smiled and opened her arms to wait for Karen as she loved her. If you embrace it to be inhaled, it smells fluffy and floral.
"Long time no see, Mary.... No, I'm an adult now, and I'm a candidate for succession. Should I call you Mary?"
"No, Aunt Karen, call me what I used to be."
She talks as if to abandon the child and laughs when Mary lights up. It's embarrassing to treat children, but it's also embarrassing to be called by an old known relative instead.
Karen then turned her gaze to Addy, wondering if she was thinking because she was looking inside Mary's chest like that and was guessing.
I narrow my eyes and laugh just to say I've set my aim. That look is just Carrell's sister. Mary shrugged smallly "You look just like your mother".
"Dear Addy, welcome."
"Give me a break...... Both Karen and Dan seem to be the same."
Karen laughs corny when she says she can do it if Addy doesn't look like she's used to being called. Doesn't this look just like Carrell again?
That's how Dan told me that the Langs had already arrived at the mansion, and Mary and Addy also went into their house.