Kernia Day. It's the weekend.
Curse hasn't returned yet.
Haven't you woken up yet? Or did you devote all your love to me for writing such a letter even though it is a difficult situation?
Of course I'm not seriously going to cheat. Even if Curse doesn't come home for a few years after the analogy.
I just wanted to be a little mean about what Curse would look like.
Sometimes it's nice to be passionately whispered love by all kinds of guys. Sol said... I don't get it. What would I have done if I had been born in the Alexandre main house and was to marry someone in the Duke's house there?
If you hadn't met Curse, would you have stayed married, gone out to some tea party every day, and even attended some dance party every night?
That's too painful compared to life right now.
It may well be that Sol liked Curse.
"Dear Alexandrine, What are your plans for tomorrow? I'd love to party with Viscount Bournham.
"So how about the day after tomorrow? Why don't you and I go to the Count Plant's dance party?
"By the way, I have a ceremony at Baron Paigemie's tonight. Let me escort you.
Lunch break. Here's what always happens these days. I also dine with Eileen sometimes, but basically one.
Then these boys invite me to the party. You can go as a curse, but I'm not willing to go anywhere else.
"I'm sorry. Because I have Curse. I don't even want to dance with anyone but Curse. I'll let you join Curse one of these days.
Then the boys look at me with a determined and pathetic look.
"You don't see reality?
"You've been dumped, haven't you?
'Don't you even know that?
I guess that's what you're trying to say. I wish I could tell you.
"Pup, did you listen? That woman's still saying that."
"I heard you. Poor thing."
I can't forget such a scum nobleman.
"Always lonely for lunch on top of that. Poor thing."
"Besides, you dropped rank again, fifth place, right?
"Pup, shy ~"
"How far will it fall?
"Bet? I saw about 10th."
Then I'm eighth.
"Isn't that just magically impossible to fall off? Sixth place!
"If so, could it be a pre-winter test?
"Right. Well, it wasn't an advanced test."
"The bet is three silver coins per person. That's a total take on the kid I hit."
"Fine. Why don't we bet on first place for the big hole?
"Ha ha, isn't that okay? Thanks for the fundraiser."
Alexandrine was going to behave modestly, but the numbers don't lie. I was further out of rank.
And the next day.
As usual, I was on my way to Mount Cascazini, north of the territorial capital by myself...