Albert Ke no Reijou wa Botsuraku wo go Shomou desu

"Why don't you do it!!

It is not so uncommon for the tremendous anger of Mary to echo the Albert family mansion.

Sometimes she weeps sadly, sometimes wiping her eyes with a kitten-like cry, and shows an adult-faced crying imitation as she is young, but when she cries for real, she shows off the amount of voice that resonates throughout the mansion.

But this way of crying is year-to-year, and the maids and users converse with each other without panicking, "Mary is still a child," but "she's cute." I won't let it be slight if the thunderous cry continues.

Only Addy said, "Oh, my God!" He stood up and flickered a still short swallow tail suit tailored for children and ran to the cry.

This' little squire rushing into the crisis of the little lady 'was also familiar to the Albert family, and everyone watched with a smile.

"Oh, my God. No, no, no, no."

"Okay, please stop crying."

"Cry, something, no. No. I can't believe you're here."

"You'll hurt your throat if you scream too much. Look, just take a calm, slow, deep breath.

You know, and Addy whispers Mary's shoulder.

Taking it, Mary, who was desperately complaining after spilling a large grain of tears, suddenly inhaled deeply. Even so, my throat was trembling because I was crying so badly, and my deep breath didn't stick.

Still taking a few deep breaths to get her breathing done, Mary wiped her eyes with a handkerchief given to her by Addy. I shrug my sore nose as a sung. "I hate your brother," he mutters in a small voice.

"What the hell is wrong with you?

"Brothers, frogs, notebooks, it's important, but it's terrible. No."

Addy rushesly comforts Mary as she tries to cry out again. - By the way, whenever Mary whimpers when she hits, the silver vertical roll swings fluffy, but I just can't touch the matter right now -

That's how I calm Mary down for a while and listen to the appeals I make from time to time with courage......,

"Well, that's bad for Lady Lang and Lady Lucien"

And, Addy ruled.

At that moment, Lang and Lucien, who were hiding in the shadows, appear softly. In Lang's hand was a fist-sized frog of a child, and when he saw it, Mary screamed and hid on Addy's back.

This frog Lang has is what caused Mary to cry.

Even so, if there wasn't a major incident, it wasn't something caused by a frog.

It's just that Lang and Lucian caught a big frog in a garden fountain, came to Mary's room with that excitement, and a frog surprised by Mary's scream jumped up and pulled onto Mary's notebook.

more to Mary's favorite notebook. A distant relative bought me a souvenir for a trip, on the cover of a beautifully decorated notebook. Snuggly.

I can't help being resented for this, Addy muttered in her heart.

In the first place, Mary didn't like frogs before the notes.

Even though daring to show there buys anger in itself, frogs stuck to important notebooks, so does the thunderous cry.

Addy rubbed that arm pitifully on Mary, who complained in tears that she didn't want to touch her when she wiped it with a handkerchief.

"I don't know your brothers... I'm not your siblings anymore..."

Hiding on Addy's back, Mary complains crying.

Hearing that, Lang and Lucien instantly blued their complexions. It's like the end of the world.

By the way, Roberto, who appeared from the side, received a frog from Lang and took him as he spoke, "Come on, let's go home to the fountain". As always, it is a floating myth that is not drunk by the harshness of things or by the air.

"Mary, don't say such lonely things. Look, we're in a bad mood."

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"If Mary and her family are cut off, we can't live anymore... What's the point of staying alive as an Albert family..."

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Lang and Lucien in a desperate mood, but Mary has no sign of forgiveness this way.

On the contrary, he keeps his silence hidden behind Addy's back. I'm sure this means "I don't even want to talk". He shuts his mouth to devour it and stares at his brothers resentfully with his tearful eyes. Equivalent.

Mary can't break so easily when this happens. And the more persistent you are, the more you will ignite your anger, but neither Lang nor Lucian will follow Mary without understanding it.

I mean, it's a vicious circle.

This prolongs...... and Addy, who got pinched on the board, sighed.

Five days after such interaction......

"Addy, if you don't want us to cut off the hem of your swallow tail suit, you take care of us and Mary!

"Please stop taking swallow tail clothes for hostages"

"If you will get along with Mary, I promise you I will never prank you again that you can sew a bell up the hem of your swallow tail..."

"Was it the two of you?"

Lang and Lucien took both arms, and Addy was fed up.

Since then, Mary has hardly tried to exchange words with her brothers, and Lang and Lucian's impatience and despair had become more pronounced day by day. When Mary ignores her, she breaks from her knees, or arranges memorable items with her cloudy eyes on the table.

Looking at the two of them like that, I guess it's time for the limit...... this is the arrow tip that Addy thought.

From Lang and Lucien, who grab both arms with gassilli, it feels pressing. If it had been a whole other whole topic, would you have thought that this was just the Pierce of the Albert family son?

But the subject is just sibling fights. And the thing is obviously with my brothers.

He was threatened with half a plea in that state, and Addy sighed unexpectedly. At this time, I will ask you about the Swallow Tail Clothing. - Questioning the tall sound of chillin 'chillin' coming from behind, there's no way I can say what the hell it was, it spinned like a puppy chasing his tail on the spot -

Anyway, to Lang and Lucien, who are desperately pleading, Addy shouted that she had no choice.

That's how he said, "I have a good idea," and headed to one room.

Concon, and if you knock on the door lightly, say in a high, young voice, "Who?" He asks.

If Addy returns it in his name to that voice, the door should open as soon as usual for Mary to peek into his face.

But the last few days,

"Don't you have a brother? If you're here, you'll never open it!

The voice returns.

This is deeply rooted, and Addy sighs small. If I accidentally spoke to him, "My lady is stubborn," the Savior in her arms rattled his nose with Hunce.

"There's no Lang or Lucien."

"Really...?

"Yeah, it's true. And today we have a wonderful customer."

"No frogs!!

It's not a frog.

If Addy forgives me for being okay, the door slowly opens.

Of course it was Mary who showed her face with a strange look.

Are you wary that your brothers are not hiding? But the next moment, I found what was in Addy's arm and let my eyes shine.

Addy smiles and nods at Mary's bounced voice, "Cat!"

In Addy's arms is a white cat. It's like a big stuffed animal with fluffy hair and a big race. He also has a fine loss and tail on his body and cuts the wind in a luxurious manner.

Forget about the brothers in an instant, and Mary strokes the cat with joy.

He caresses his fluffy head, tickles his nose tip, and loves that his jewel-like blue eyes can be narrowed comfortably. Everywhere is fluffy and fluffy.

"Hey Addy, what's wrong with this kid? What kid?

"I'm the family kid your wife knows. It looks like today's the day I'm going to the cat hairdresser, so I asked him to stop by on my way home."

"You're such a stylish kid to be a hairdresser. He's a fluffy, stylish guy."

Mary strokes the cat in praise of being nice, cute, fluffy.

The cat didn't look like she was scared of Mary in grandeur either, and started grunting and throating. On the contrary, I ask you to push the tip of your nose against Mary's hand and stroke me more.

Seeing the interaction between such a cat and Mary, Addy put one hand in her jacket pocket. - Much bigger than average, this cat is still a little too heavy for young Addy to hold with one hand. But I'm much more patient there.... and I'm also patient with cat hair on my swallow tail suit -

"By the way, what happened to that notebook?

"What's that note, a frog's note? I don't like it, but I'm taking it.... because notebooks are nice"

Mary frowns when she remembers something unpleasant.

If Addy says he wants to see the notebook, he'll reluctantly get it, but that look is a lot of dissatisfaction, too.

Even though the frog stuck up, the notebook is beautiful. But it's beautiful but the frog stuck...... with such a dilemma, I don't know what to do.

"This is it..." Mary said, showing me her notebook, and Addy gently reached out and stroked the cover. It's a beautiful, elaborately decorated notebook indeed. If a perfectly large frog sticks to this, there's no choice but for Mary to scream and cry.

That's how if Addy stroked the cover of the notebook a few times, the cat staring at it would say "Yikes!!" He raised his voice.

Then, with a twitch, he stretches his back and leans towards the notebook. He has a nose to press, rubbing his head and face, and a lukewarm look. He even gave a small, uña-uña voice, as if he was drunk.

Mary was also surprised by this and said, "What's wrong?," he glanced at the cat's face. But even when asked, the cat slips her face on Mary's notebook without answering.

"Addy, what's wrong with this girl?

"I'm sure you liked this note."

"My notebook?

"Yeah, that's a nice notebook that cats like."

Smile and Addy tells you, alternating between the notebook at hand and the cat leaning over it with Mary keeping her eyes round.

Beautifully decorated notes and a fluffy white cat. He seemed to like the notebook a lot, and if Mary let go of the notebook to try it, the cat came after him with his body stretched out. So much so that the gobbling and loudly throating vibrations are likely to be transmitted over the notebook.

A notebook stuck by a frog. No matter how many times I wiped it with a handkerchief, I didn't feel like touching it.

...... but.

"Right. It's not a frog-sticking notebook anymore, it's a nice notebook that the fluffy cat would love!

Mary raised her voice gladly.

Even though I was hesitant to touch it again and again, now I can hug it instead of touching it. I'll give it back to the cat once I've hugged her.

Staring at Mary like that, Addy called out "then".

"Why don't you forgive Master Lang and Master Lucien already?

"What about your brothers?

"Yeah, you're both depressed for a long time. Forgive the cat here."

If Addy urges, Mary stares at the cat.

"What do you think?," he asked, his blue eyes narrowed slowly. Gobbling and throat, fluffy tails shaking gracefully.

It's like, "Right. Why don't you forgive me? It's as if you're saying."

I heard the cat's opinion and raised my face that Mary had no choice.

"Fine. I'll spare Addy and this cat and forgive your brothers."

If Mary told him to boast of her generosity, Addy nodded and gave it back.

That solves it, and exhales relieved breath as he labors the cat in his arms.

At that moment,

"Mary, is that true! How sweet! That's our Mary!

"Mary's kindness is the best in this country, no, the best in the world... Kindness drifts from all over Mary's body......!

and the momentum appeared Lang and Lucien.

He hid himself at the corner of the aisle. I was supposed to be asking how things were going, but apparently they came out extremely impressed.

"I knew you were here," Mary wrinkles between her eyebrows.

But you gave up because you forgave me for once, and you just flatter your shoulders to the brothers who apologize and flatter you.

"I can't help it, so I'll make you some tea with your brothers."

"Is that true! You can hear Mary slowly for the first time in a long time! Come on, let's have some tea! You want to go to the garden? Or do you want a room? Addy, get your tea and cake ready!

"Oh, Mary's voice tames my chest... Glad to be alive to see Mary indulging in tea and cake...... Addy, get me some extraordinary tea and cake..."

The three of us make a scene, while the brothers and sisters with silver thread hair walk out.

Behind him, Addy exhaled deeply once, saying at all, and followed him when he smiled softly.

"Give me the merit prize," he said, offering the Savior in his arms, summoning Unyaunya, the matatabi he had put out of his pocket.