The next day, Adi and I will go around Faydella's country today, based on Mary's suggestion that it be for separate inspections. - My brothers' disappointment when I said something else. But Mary is tired of being with them all the time. I'd like to be away for a little while.
But even though Addy and I are alone, I can't help but notice that the Federa men are constantly following me. Whether you change places or show up from somewhere, and even if you move ahead......, it seems that men from all over Faydella are assembling in the land.
There's also Mauro's appearance there, how frigid of him to talk to in white.
But on the third day, Mary was also used to being able to respond calmly to the "Goddess of Beauty" statement.
As the inspection progressed, sometimes surrounded by men and sometimes sprinkled with men…, a stop was made at a coffee shop in downtown. The guided terrace seats feel a breeze, and the bustling downtown is tedious to watch.
... or even surrounded here.
Rather because it's a terrace seat, there's no way the men won't stop by, and Mary shrugged in her heart as she indulged in the "ten excellent strawberry tarts a day" mentioned in the guide book "This time it's a big fish".
Surrounded by men can't be depressing.
Except this time. The more men come by, the better.
"You were right to decide on this store. A popular coffee shop with an exclusive menu, it's easy for people to come because it's downtown. Federa's man is coming to a boil!
"... if your daughter is good, I'm good too"
"You look unhappy. That's good. Just a little patience."
Hear the men's compliments from right to left and carry the tart that Mary cut in a large bite with a fork to Addy's mouth. There will still be plenty of room around eating pakun even though he looks dissatisfied.
The Feidella men who saw it praised Mary for her kindness, jealous of the tart, and even though Mary was a superb tart, then said, "I'm not saying a bite. At least give me half that love..."
The ad hoc nature of compliments and oral complaints is still for the narrative.
"Sorry I'm late," my voice cracked in after a while of that same interaction.
A new man appeared, or those surrounding Mary turned their gaze to Chira... everyone looked a little more closely. It's easy to tell because you were surrounding Mary like you were competing, but in an instant you avoid it and make your way.
But I don't have a choice. What emerged was such a figure that they would cower, unlike the men of Faydela who praised Mary and tried to be lovers.
"Patrick, I'm sorry I called you so suddenly."
If Mary welcomes him with joy, a small whimsy rises from the circle of men. Patrick's presence, like Mary's, is known to Faydella.
I guess I know that, and more importantly, because I understand why I was called, Patrick gently laughed and walked over to Mary.
What a glorious thing to see blue hair shake in the wind blowing through the saa and the light of day. Even the goddess of beauty would have a heart mark in her eyes.
And before Patrick's beauty, Federa's men wandered, looking at each other awkwardly.
When I saw it, Mary smiled, 'I'll sweep away the Fadera men!' Cause it's Patrick's call that I intentionally put in place.
"I called you suddenly, could it have been okay?
"Whatever errands you need, I'll do whatever you want to do."
"Oh, I'm glad."
"Naturally. Me and you."
"Well, I have to introduce you."
Mary turns again to the Fadella men as she grabs Patrick's arm and shows off her intimacy.
At first glance, it would be seen as an introduction to a friend. But the men's faces are slightly more tense and, by contrast, Patrick is more refreshing than usual. The beauty is the level of breaking a brush if even a first-class painter can't draw it.
"As you all know, this is my friend Patrick."
"This is the first time I've come to Fadera. I hope I can use this as an opportunity to build a friendship."
Greetings, and Patrick smiles calmly.
It's a beautiful smile that the women of the world could fall for. The women who happened to be there are staring at Patrick inadvertently, and if they clear their ears, they can hear a hot exhale.
I got this right in front of me, so I can't help but let the Federa men pull their cheeks. Assuming this was just a chat, you could have welcomed it, but now you were dictating Mary to compete.
Strong enemies appear, not a noise anywhere.
There's no way anyone can dictate a woman in front of Patrick. I know that a woman's gaze will be nailed by Patrick and even if her gaze were directed at herself, she would be compared. And there's no way you can win if you're compared.
Anyway, it's Patrick.
Hideous eyebrows, literary martial arts, and conduct. A man who is a man of the famous Dice family, but who chose to love Alicia, who did not yet know her origins, and who was accepted by the royal family as her identity is proven or son-in-law.
Perfect in everything. Yet now he has more glitter than usual since he guessed things. So dazzling.
No man can beat this, neither will the man who sets up the battle. If you compete, they compare you and make your minutes worse.
"That's Patrick, what a painting when you line up with Mary..."
"Hey, I didn't know Master Patrick was coming... Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please take your time."
"Because of this, Mary spends time with your friends, too, so don't interrupt me. See you later."
I cower at Patrick and run away with the men uttering unusual goodbye words. It would still be a patrick effect not to install the next promise or spare too much goodbye.
Patrick knows that too, dropping off the guys with a glittering, dazzling glorious smile. The blue hair is shaken by the wind and the eyes of the same colour are soft and narrow, just as sturdy.
But the grin also pulled me in as soon as I couldn't see the men. By the time I turn back to Mary, I can see the colour of the fright on her neat face. No sparkling brilliance either.
"Damn, I can't believe you came to Fadera and got rid of the guys when you suddenly thought you were in a hurry..."
"Oh, if it's my call, why don't you just answer me?
"Oh, I'll take care of it. That's why you're here now. But let me complain."
Mary flaunts her shoulder to Patrick.
Where the hell has the refreshing, glowing young man gone? In front of Mary is a young man who looks at this with a frightened look and then orders tea and tart from the Albert family for payment.
Of course, the appearance and performance are good, but there is no glitter.
"Well, but if you're here, fine. Be my shield and get rid of the Federa men."
"What's a shield..."
Patrick makes a sinister voice when he says what the hell he's talking about. That's a disgruntled look.
But at the next moment, I sensed another man approaching me from behind, looking back with a sparkling glorious smile earlier. The man who approached me to dictate Mary to his dazzling beauty cowers.
What do you say without saying this as a shield? As I thought and Mary smiled niggly.
If the men leave, Patrick returns to his normal - slightly stronger than usual - state, and repeats, if the men boil, shine away...
The switch could only be described as brilliant, and Mary accidentally applauded it.
Most of all, no matter how praiseworthy Mary is, Patrick pulls in a glint as the men leave and turn back to Mary.