Next morning, get breakfast and get ready to leave.
Guidus says the Langs have left at the dawn when Mary and the others are still asleep. The letter that was left for Mary said she would go to Silvino first to find Anna's mother.
He's a troublesome brother, but he's actually a man who can pull out of a group in the social world. - It is a shame that the condition "If Mary is not here" is applied.
If such Lang and the others had spoken for themselves, they would be fine with leaving it to Anna with regard to her mother.
"I was ready for a meal, but they left early unexpectedly, so I couldn't keep up with the service, and there might have been some things I didn't"
"Don't worry about it. My brothers get up early on the morning of the day they go out. You deserve to have missed it, and if you're hungry, you'll buy the right treats to eat."
It's okay, if Mary says it all, Guinness snapped her cheeks.
I've said something, but I'm enjoying it at your place. Odd, you want to say "like a child" though. Totally agree.
"I'd like to leave it to Anna's mother, but she's going to let her brothers get ahead of her when it comes to territory. Let's get out of here! It's kotempan time!
"So please, disturbing remarks... Dear Patrick, don't come over here smiling attracted by disturbing remarks either!
If Guinness rushed to rest, Mary laughed in a corny and upbeat mood.
That's how I had to leave... but I can't help but get everyone in one carriage.
So I also got a carriage from the Eldland family.
"Dear Mary, even in another carriage, wow, don't forget about me......!
There is no such thing as a sad dialogue of parfets that
What the hell is so sad about it? Rather, why do you think you can be forgotten to the extent that you have boarded a different carriage?
Even so, it doesn't seem to be as full as being taken by Gynath when boarding. I'm sure you two will be intoxicated by the space in the carriage.
"Is that sister a crybaby?
Everyone in the carriage nodded at Anna as she asked strangely.
Parfet is a crybaby. Rather, the expression 'crybaby' is even sweet enough because I cry all the time. Mary is also unwilling to follow up on this.
But in response to the story, Anna hid herself in Addy's swallow tail suit and told her that she had also cried last night. He peeks into his face through the gap in his swallow tail suit, and looks shy for a long time. I guess I'm ashamed I'm a crybaby myself.
Hearing that, Addy looked worried about Anna. A gentle stroke of her head opened her mouth as Anna looked up at Addy and hesitated.
"... adio (...) brother (...) chi (...) n (...)"
and.
It's the same way Mary and the others call it. She calls Mary and the others "sister, brother".
But only against Addy, I called him "Father," and he didn't listen to me no matter how different Addy himself said. In the first place, the beginning of this commotion was when she called Addy her father.
Even so, Anna now also called her 'brother' about Addy. I admitted that Addy was not my father.
That expression is anxious and as weak as it sounds, probably because he thinks he might be thrown out if he admits he's not his father.
I remember inside Anna's chest, which she revealed to me last night, and I stare at Addy and Anna as Mary guides me.
Did you notice a change in the way Anna called you, and Addy said something slightly...
"It's okay, Anna"
And when I gently told her, I put a pong and a hand on her head.
stroke his rusty hair like his own.
"Speaking of crying," he said in a bright voice as he turned his gaze to Chilla and Mary.
"Your daughter used to cry when she was about the same age as Anna. When your daughter said she cried, she could still hear you at the edge of the mansion."
"Addy, stop talking about me. Besides, I cried more elegantly."
"When you're lying and crying, right? Lying crying is really pathetic and weak, crying round like a kitten, but if you really cry, that's already terrible..."
"How cowardly of you to talk about your childhood! Hey, Alicia, I wonder what you're writing down in your notebook. Patrick, take that notebook!
"Speaking of which, Master Patrick rarely cries, but you once cried when you fell flashy only once."
"Shit! The spear's on Patrick! Let me hear more about that story!
Good if it's not my topic, and Mary hits and changes and stirs up Addy.
I wonder whose old story Alicia can listen to, shining her eyes on expectations as to whether Patrick is next.
Of course it was Patrick who panicked about this.
The Alberts and Dies have long been cordial, and Addy has been dating Patrick since childhood. And Addy is five years older, so naturally, his memory is clearer than Patrick's.
Wen Wudao eyebrows excellence, even though Patrick exactly made perfection happen, just as childhood there are words and deeds due to childhood.
"I miss you. My husband in the Dice family used to tell me in tears that he was all over my brother."
"That's better than that. Now we should talk about Silvino's territory. Hey, Alicia, you think so, don't you?
"I fought with my orphanage teacher when I was a little girl and I ran away with a tent behind the orphanage crying!
Alicia speaks for herself somehow as to whether she mistook Patrick's topic for her turn. Is she the only one who has nothing to be ashamed of because she separates it from the cute story of her childhood?
But a tent behind an orphanage is a near-field but hard-won runaway. "You were a laborious kid," Mary grinned as she put her great cry up on the shelf.
"There was a typhoon on the third day, and my teacher picked me up."
"A crummy, laborious kid like you, your teacher, must have had some trouble.... you had three days!?
"The teacher was transporting me to my room at night after I fell asleep, and they were putting me back in the tent in the morning, but I lived in the tent for three days without realizing it"
Eh heh, and Alicia talks about her childhood in a way that seems illuminating.
Is this a good story to laugh at? In the first place, I don't know how many times, but spending three days tenting is more than exercising strength.
"I wonder what a dear, untouchable child we are compared to this annoying country girl. Hey, Anna?
Turning a chilling glance at Alicia, Mary laughs at her with her nose.
It is to show companionship that you hold Anna close. Did Anna find that out too, she sticks to Mary laughing with Couscous.
You felt alienated, Alicia bulging her cheeks.
Unexpectedly, Mary embarrasses her with her "countryside puffiness".
The interaction cleared her mood, Anna laughed joyfully and swelled her cheeks to imitate Alicia.
As the carriage enters the national territory of Silvino, the scenery gradually changes.
But it's not so much the difference between the rich and the poor that it can be taken as a slight national difference.
Rather, such a change would not be so rare in the country. Just see the difference in the buildings and shops lined up, and everyone who goes out seems at peace.
"Oh, my God, you're not as bad as you say"
Good, Mary looked out the window as she relieved herself.
A young couple is walking. The mother has a small baby and there are two old-school boys clutching under her feet around her father. For once, I don't feel impoverished, it's a peaceful family everywhere.
It is not comparable to the Albert family - in the first place, houses comparable to the Albert family are about royalty and the Dies - I don't see the color of distress.
"I wonder if they're all talking to each other. But you won't be forced to take it away from your lord."
"Mary, no."
"... no?
To Patrick's low voice, Mary turned her gaze to him about what the hell was going on.
His expression looking out the window is quite rugged, as if to pity somewhere far away.
"No, what's the difference?
"I've only heard about rumors, too, but they'll cross the border soon. Then you'll see."
"Borders?"
If it is a border, what is the border in the country?
But asking for more information to see how Patrick is going is unlikely to make any expectations. You want to say that it's best to see it with your own eyes first.
Should I wait here? Patrick doesn't seem to have that distance to the border, so it's quicker to check with your own eyes than to force him to talk.
That's what I thought, and Mary also did her gaze at the flowing scenery.
It was not long after that that the view took the place of Galari and the gloomy, bitter air entered from outside the window.