"Grandpa, what do you mean, let go of territory!
Everyone who was making a comeback looked back in surprise at the voices they had heard.
It's one woman coming this way. The maid or user is about to forgive me, but he walks over here yelling at me without hearing it.
With a face so harsh that I could see it, Anna and Elaine, frightened by anger, sifted their bodies together with Vikri.
Roberto gently moves Anna behind herself with one hand and stands forward as Lang and Lucien shelter Elaine.
Guidus sheltered a breathtaking parfet in rough rage, and Addy and Patrick also tried to protect their respective partners again......,
"You've come to live well! Let's skull with him!
"Yes! It's finally kotempan time!
And he hastily took that arm to Mary and Alicia, who let their eyes shine just to say that they had found their prey.
"Ma'am, be a grown-up at times like this!
"No, Froul retired a lot, but that kid doesn't seem like he's going to be either. I'm finally here to take you down with all my might!
"Alicia, what happened to your calm attitude just now?"
"Princess Time is over!
Not listening to her partner at all, Mary and Alicia stare at the woman as she resides a fighting spirit in her eyes.
She would be Froul's granddaughter. It's called millennia from the surroundings.
A gorgeous piece with a well tailored ornament. If I had settled down, I would have looked like a woman of Rin's beauty.
But now the anger is also revealed, and the frustration appears blatantly on the beautiful face. The spearhead was directed at his grandfather, Froul, and as he stuffed it, he said, "What a fool!" He roughed up his voice.
"Grandpa, don't say anything stupid about letting go of territory and retiring!
"It's my decision, I'm not withdrawing. It's in front of the guests, calm down."
"I don't care about that! I can't go on living like this. I was about to get engaged because of it......!
What are you gonna do? and Millenia roughs up her voice.
Says he was about to get well engaged to the son of the nobleman he was after. It's this sad news in there, there's no point in her being desperate.
Around complaining that it was also "all that money spent" or "other ladies pushed me out," I guess that's how I approached my territory and assets as weapons. It doesn't feel good to hear much.
Does my grandfather, Froul, feel the same way, frowning over Millenia's appeal? It's a disgusting and frightening look that I didn't even show in my discussions with Mary and the others.
"Grandpa, you said you'd give me territory!
"But you wouldn't have tried to rule your own territory."
"Of course I do. Why should I do that? I marry as a lord's granddaughter. 'Cause I was born into a lord's lineage!
Everyone looked at Millenia, who spoke naturally.
Isn't that Froul's granddaughter statement? Millenia, who kept growing up when she was told, "Born is everything," grew up exactly that way.
"I think the unwavering belief is splendid, but it's ironic that the result is this."
Tell Mary to laugh with her nose.
Hearing that, Millennia has been staring at Guillaume and this one. I guess you thought this whole thing was Mary's fault. "You've been turned on by these people," he said, enquiring about Froul in a tone of hostility.
Not even listening to Froul's words to deny, he flips his skirt and walks over here. That's a harsh look. It's not strange to keep up the momentum.
Comes forward as Addy shelters. But Mary took control of it with one hand, and dared to take Millennia's sharp glance head-on.
"You were born into a lord's lineage, and that turned out unfortunately. I wish you'd just inherited the trail."
"Me? I can't be the lord of a woman."
"I wonder. Even women have to try. At least you had a decision to make if you inherited it. They may have continued to be lords."
I'm sorry to hear that, but Mary flaunts her shoulder deliberately.
Millenia is not a lord. It is only the 'granddaughter of the lord', and the decision lies with Froul, and where she summoned how much, she has no right to overturn this decision.
Except if she succeeds her lord. Mary and the others were to discuss it with Millennia, and she was able to fight in the name of her lord.
It was pointed out, and Millennia opened her eyes cuttingly.
"Why do I have to be the lord of women!
"You're a granddaughter of a lord, naturally, aren't you? If you're going to use your position, it's not natural to work with it."
"What? Just now. In the first place, don't slap your great mouth because you're a grandfather's guest!
Millenia roughs up her voice and tries to grab Mary.
If Mary, who was astonished, pulled herself aside, she was held by Gui at about the same time. Addy holds Mary and breaks in between to shelter her.
But the slammed millennial hand did not reach Mary, let alone Addy, and he made a humbly mild noise and was slapped down by a shaken wand.
It's Froul's wand. Millennia, who sheltered her hands with her grieving voice, as well as Mary and the others, looked at him a little too soon for a relentless blow against her granddaughter.
"Oh, Grandpa...... How could you!"
"If you're also the lord's granddaughter, don't defy that one. Dear Mary, I'm sorry."
"... Master Mary."
No way, Millenia turns her gaze to Mary.
In contrast, Mary looked at her with clarity.
Mary Albert's name is also known to Silvino. Candidate for succession as daughter of the famous Albert family. My brothers were supposed to sit in the Lord's chair, and I was named to sit in it myself.
It may be true of the millennia that bound me to my birth and then said, 'I am a woman, so I will not be a lord'.
That's why Mary glanced at her chilly.
"What kind of woman are you born to? Please finish your old ideas."
"Oh no... I can't believe you're from the Albert family..."
Millennia squeaks weakly.
There is no momentum there. I guess they were willing to defy Mary Albert forward. There is no height like the frowl who retreated with conviction, just cowering at the other person whose grandfather's authority wore on the casa does not work.
To Millenia, who still tried to say it back, Mary ran out of "shut up" and said pishally.
"It's an old idea that's not in the right time to be born all the time. Everyone has the right to live in peace happily and without being abused by anyone. Those in a privileged environment are obliged to protect and support it at the same time as they benefit from it."
"So, but I'm a woman..."
"I don't care about gender. If you want to benefit from being born into a lord's lineage, you should give it back to the others yourself."
Mary assures me clearly.
Alicia was the one who leaked her vomit to this word. Patrick and Guidus nod that they agree. As far as Lang and Lucien are concerned, "That's our Mary" is somehow as good as she is about herself.
I guess everyone on this occasion thinks Mary's story is a true argument, and feels that Mary is a fine one to say the least.
Whether Froul was even impressed with this, or because he compared Mary to his own granddaughter, he has a discouraged look on his face. Is this a new era, the voice that whined so small is not hectic like him.
... but only Mary groaned in her heart, looking cold at the millennia.
Too much good to say, I kind of don't stick to myself......
Of course the earlier complaint is the heart of Mary.
Those in a privileged position should be returned to others at the same time as they benefit from it.
But it doesn't stick.
I'm not saying it's different, but I can clearly tell that I'm not good enough to be impressed.
Assuming this was Patrick or Guinness's appeal, I would have sent him a round of applause. In Alicia's case, it's honest to praise her, so she said, "That's how much the princess thinks, naturally."
"... but I'm not that good"
While I speak, I don't stick in myself. It feels as if I borrowed someone else's word.
I find it difficult to say how uncomfortable, and Mary wrinkles slightly between my brows. To such an extent that the surrounding area is not noticed.
I just can't say "I knew it would be a little different" here. I know that, and you shouldn't even be enlightened about this discomfort.
But it doesn't stick...! and if Mary accidentally roared small, Addy stood next to her.
"Addy......"
"My lady, that was just great. That's a fine idea."
"Oh, thanks...... That's right, that's a fine idea."
"Yeah, so"
Smiling calmly, Addy gently put his hands up.
I guess you'll stand next to me as usual, holding my hips and supporting me.
But Mary looked at her abdomen with her eyes rounded properly because Addy's hand, which was supposed to support her hips, was touching her abdomen over her hips.
"Addy, what's going on?
"I'm blocking my ears."
I looked alternately at Mary holding him and her own abdomen with her eyes rounded in Addy's words, which I would tell you clearly.
Addy's hand is touching Mary's abdomen.... but I'm sure this is blocking the baby's ears in Mary's tummy. Of course the baby is still small, it's a pre-hearing story though.
Still, I perceived what Addy was trying to say blocking my ears, and Mary spilled a much smaller grin.
"Well, I knew these serious and sober complaints wouldn't suit my sexuality"
"Yeah, it's a fine idea, but when your daughter said it, it didn't stick."
"I'll have it reworded around Patrick later"
So joking and talking, Mary drops her gaze on her abdomen.
"Don't imitate me," I speak out just in case, because I learned that I didn't want you to remember me as a child, and that I wanted to use it.
That's how I turned to Millenia again.
Millenia stood up slightly watching a series of interactions in surprise. I guess you thought there would be a further chase.
Mary looked cold at her like that.
"You are the granddaughter of a lord. If you're not prepared to succeed your lord, you're just grudging behind Froul's back. There's no way that a woman like that is ready for me to succeed the Alberts."
"Oh, that's..."
"If you're the granddaughter of a lord, don't answer me for being born to Mary Albert. Pierce the lord's granddaughter to the end and get the hell out of this land now!
If Mary says it out in a strong tone, Millenia has stared in remorse. He bites his lips hard at once, shaking small if that's not enough.
But I can't say anything because I'm still caught up in this situation with the idea that 'birth is everything'.
Poor thing, Mary looked at her chilly.
We're going to blade Mary here, and I want her to reclaim her lord's seat. If I had that kind of temper, Mary would have admitted it.
But Millennia nodded, "Why..." he just whimpered a little. I don't know what to do with the maids or the users, and I stare at her in the distance.
In the meantime, it's Froul who's been speaking to Mary.
"My granddaughter was rude this time."
"That's not who I'm dealing with."
If Mary sarcastically told him, Froul tanned his face.
The millennia was still weak in front of me, and I resented it. I glanced at this one and the maids took my arms off me and left. There is discouragement from behind, and I can feel the temperature difference from a flashy piece.
Most importantly, just because Froul retired from the Lordship doesn't mean he still falls or tastes poverty. Just leaving this land will give you a well-off life.
Froul drew his lord's throne himself. It's not like I could be named as a do-it-yourself for giving up a country, or causing problems between nations. You won't be as luxurious as you are now, but you'll have a comfortable hiding place.
But I guess Millenia can't be satisfied with that. I'm frightened because I'm not trying to be a lord.
"Born is everything, you know. Apparently, she grew up the way you wanted."
"... this hurts my hand"
"Leave this land with that child. That way I won't be chasing you. … but if you come back, I'll let you know how different I was from you."
Mary tells with a pale voice.
This is also a warning, the maximum concession to be Mary.
I guess Froul also knows that, he bowed his head respectfully and walked out to follow his granddaughter with his wand.