It's been raining a lot.
Here in the Wang capital, Rosia, there are times when it keeps raining twice a year, about a month.
This is the first rainy season since coming to the Duke's house.
I'm basically free on rainy days. It's quicker to do it with the servants if you have a small amount of work, because there's only so much you can do to clean it and wash it, and you can't just take away their work!
After a fun breakfast with the ladies, I was stuffy on the comfort couch in my private room. It's also been since your first day at the Duke's house to do this kind of thing ~.
"Free, free, free ~! But I don't want to embroider ~. I can't even braid lace ~. My body gets dull ~!"
"Ma'am..."
Watching Dahlia and Mimosa twitch at me. But I can't help it. It is tantamount to pain for me to be told to spend time gracefully and gracefully in the room, not only throughout the mansion every day, but all over the vast gardens! Well, I'll read and stuff, and you like it, don't you? But the day is gone. If you can spend a day and many days doing that, it's 'no'. I'm going crazy. I like books, too, but I also like to move. I don't know what to say to myself, but there's a balance between quiet and motion!
After wandering around on the couch for a while, the door to the room knocked lightly and Lotus came in.
"Ma'am, if you seem to have plenty of time, why don't you take dance lessons, etc.?
Lotus has made a dazzling suggestion.
"Dance, is it?
Me to be Kyoton to a suggestion I never thought I would see. Where and how does that lead to such a suggestion?
"That's right. If you dance, you can move your body, and it seems like there's no harm in wearing it when you have to."
"... I don't think the time will come for me to say 'no' ~"
I'm not going to be in a relationship where I need to dance, right now or in the future?
"Well, without saying so."
It's still a glowing Lotus eating down. What is it, a good smile that feels this pressure? Am I the only one who feels kind of unable to say no?
"~ ~ ~. Wakarimashita"
"Now I will show you to the lesson hall"
Lotus was an even better smile when I reluctantly understood the loss.
For once, I'm making my debut in the social world.
You can socialize for once.
But it was "once."
"I'm not lowering my gaze! Keep your mouth down. Hey! Paste your smile!! Spine straight!!!
Relentless instruction comes in bishi.
"Yes, no, no, no!"
I'm finally the one who replies with pity. I'm in pain - I'm sad... I want to cry!
Lotus was a ghost coach.
Lotus seems to have a waiver for a dance lesson coach, so he's very good at it. When it comes to me, you can dance 'once' at a party or something, so from Dr. Lotus's point of view, there's no room for improvement.
Really, I've been made to start over from a basic attitude.
"Let's teach dance lessons on the rainy days ahead. Your wife is quite muscular."
He said it with a good smile and refreshing, but I'm a Guttarine bataline on the couch on the wall! It's this body, even though it was just a morning lesson.
Yeah, I already regretted not giving in to the pressure of Lotus' smile.
After a tough dance lesson that went beyond the scope of "Good Exercise for Free Time," I had a light lunch and glocked myself in my room.
"Well, ma'am! Still not getting tired?
That's how Mimosa approached me stretching out onto the couch.
"You were pretty tough ~! Lotus is a ghost, ghost!
Ah, it's all over my body already. This is a complete myalgia course tomorrow!
If you were moping your hips yourself,
"Sounds like you've had quite a bit. It's not a good idea you'll stay tired tomorrow. Leave this here to us, ma'am!
Mimosa smiles with a very good smile when she says so. Yeah, you had this situ earlier. And for a smile like this, there's pressure that you can't refuse, right?
"Wow, okay."
When I smile and answer,
"Then please wait a moment!
With that said, Mimosa popped out of her private room as if she were.
A few minutes later, Mimosa wondered if she had brought back a few samurai, mostly.
"We are going to polish your wife to perfection!
So I smiled again with a good smile.
... What happens next?!
Hours later.
I was shiny polished up, from head to toe. Yes, it was Esther's full course!
"This is what I've always wanted to do! Your wife still has room to polish, so I'm looking forward to it."
With that said, Mimosa was excited to touch the fold and decorate me, to polish my hands!
Because it's a memorial, or a very satisfying mimosa.
But when I say, I did get physical fatigue, but something mental seems to have been shredded. I screwed up with a few samurai (no, I'm sorry, it's a massage!), painted with scented oil that smells good, with hair makeup that is different from usual on the finish, and dressed rather than dressed.
Sure, your lovely wife is done!
"... nice, Arigatou..."
I look in the mirror like someone else. No, I have high makeup skills, good taste in dresses and decorative choices, and great stuff, Mr. Mimosa. Unexpectedly 'special makeup?' And I suspected it!
Celebrity wives do this every day, don't they?... Turns out it's not for me. Long live the servant life!! It's natural makeup, hiccup!
Me for sure better than the day I wandered around your mansion.
Dahlia says something when she flies half her soul somewhere, but as always heads to the servant dining room to pick dinner with Dahlia and Mimosa.
"It's nice to have a rainy day like today from now on. We've seen quite a bit of it."
Chuckle.
I felt something that couldn't even resist Dahlia's grin......