The maid brought one of her clothes as soon as she grabbed the room. Well, whoever wore it or not, it's special. In the aristocracy, there may be times when we have to give new clothes to our guests, and that's why we have spare clothes.
But the underwear was tailored to the specifications of the Bellatud women. It's not uncommon for you to have a heart like this.
Anyway, Winia grumbles and wears new clothes.
"Hah. I picked out my own clothes, but they're all fucking torn, Jinja. What, a guy named Amy comes up with something so nasty? He's a fucking asshole."
"Uh-huh, no. You beat the shit out of me."
Winia grabbed Jennia's head very actively, smashed her breasts into the palms of her hands, bit her wrists, and pressed on my mother. Tearing his clothes was basically not enough to take off his brassiere, so all he could do was admire it when his gear ripped off his pants.
The titles of breast abusers were transferred to Winia that day.
"She's a bitch. It's all so cool because I lost. Fucking nigger. Does that make sense? How come you have all those parents?"
"It didn't really make any sense. I said why I left the house, and I just saw it and I knew it."
"So she's a real fucking dog."
Still, I grumble to see if my insides are still bursting. I met him again in a couple of years, and nothing changed, and I did that shit.
If my father had, he would have thrown it right away like a bulldozer.
"It's not just big milk. I can't do it. I know it's a good thing, but I tend to be obsessed with profits, so I often insist."
Winia said as she thought.
"But I was wondering if you'd come back... haha. It's just annoying."
It must be a bit agitating.It's a situation where you give your mother by your own hand. It's a lie if you're not distracted.
I touched Winia's back neck.
"Don't be too uncomfortable. You did a good job, Winia. That's it. This is the real thing. We don't have to bow down."
"Yes, but..."
Winia, who became calm, closed her eyes as she leaned on me.
I quite like touching my back neck.
"Uh-huh... yeah. Because I'm a nigger... I don't know what a jerk I'm gonna get married to..."
"I'm not handing it over to anyone."
"That's a lot."
"It's all mine. And, Winia, what, you think I'm gonna blink at you no matter what you do? You know my powers these days, don't you? Damn chewing on you."
Absolute confidence.
I know my strengths clearly and act accordingly. Don't hesitate if you think you can handle it. That's the quality of a thousand horseradish kimcots.
"I know niggers are tough."
"Yeah, that's all I know."
But I don't know how the aftermath will come. Jennia said she hasn't given up yet, so I'm going to do something. I'm just gonna apologize or something.
Do you think you can take Winia from me?
Absolutely impossible. At least this is enough because of Winia's mother. Others would have thrown out dozens of dirt and set fire to the mansion.
"But, nigga."
"Hmm?"
I was touching Winia's ear, and she looked up at me and said,
"Mom, why did you take Brassiere?"
Oh, yeah.
"Oh, that."
Were you concerned? No, of course not. Why didn't you ask? In fact, I also expected that I would have forgotten during the confusion... I tried to take out what I had in mind first.
"Again, you didn't turn a blind eye to see the big nigger boobs again, did you?"
"No, that's it."
Winia's reproach was faster.
"Funny, really. No, she's my mom, though. That nigga's not just a horse, she's really my mom. Wouldn't that be the case, nigga, no matter how big my mother's milk is?"
What the hell are you talking about?
"Hey, hey. Winia, would I have turned your mother's banging head if I had gone back?"
It was undeniable that her breasts were attractive. But the breast was not filled with maternal blood, it was just a cold BB. However, I only judged that there was no sin in Brescier.
Now that I've done that, I've cast a big spin.
"Yes, but be honest. You fucking liked your mom's boobs, didn't you?"
"There's no way you like the extreme cold breasts of such horror."
When I first saw it, I had a fondness.
After seeing the cold, it's gone.
"Bullshit again. Nigga, be honest. I liked it, didn't you?"
"That's not true. Honestly, Winia, it's a little bigger than yours."
To tell you the truth, that's fine.
"Then why did you take Brassiere?"
"It just smells like you."
"Take it out."
"Yep."
I took out the brassiere I left in my back pocket and handed it to Winia. Immediately after confiscation, she unfolds her brassiere.
"Fucking big."
"It's your mother."
Ah, it's a shame you took it. I wanted to decorate the wall of the room where I put the equipment like a deer head stub. Some kind of loot.
"Do you think I'll grow up like this?"
"Well...."
When you see that you don't change size every time you touch it, are you just stuck to the limit? I grew up in Hille.
"I don't know."
"But why do you use this on your head?"
"I think you should explain it as an unstoppable impulse."
If you don't use this in that situation, you're not a person.
"Funny, really."
- Cook.
Winia smiles and laughs. I'm not blaming myself right now, I'm just messing around.
"Anyway, why would your mother want to marry you like that? Is it because of the family's gain? It would be faster to just give up."
"I don't know. I left the house and now I'm in. It's just because of you..."
"Son of a bitch?"
"Serena... so is my brother. Maybe she didn't have a son, so she did this to me."
"Do you need a grandson?"
"Maybe so."
It's not inconclusive. It's only four daughters, so you don't know your son, but you want your grandson. It may not be just what you want, but what a man needs to succeed a family.
I don't know what I want because I don't know the situation.
- Knock.
At that time someone knocked on the visit. Seeing as it's a calm voice with no enemies, it's probably Maid, isn't it Erica?
"Come in."
Then Erica came in as the door opened.
"... young lady."
"Ereka?"
Erica came in and greeted Winia.
"What the hell is going on... this is the first time you've panicked since you left. He was a mess."
I don't give tea, but I'm quite surprised. I didn't know this would happen after we brought him in.
Winia replied boldly.
"It's just nothing. My husband fucked me."
"... Is that so?"
Erica, who nodded, looked at me.
"Thank you."
Thank you.
"With something like that. It's a natural thing for me to do, but I'm worried that Erica won't have the fire. But I'm very sorry that I thought that would happen."
I feel so uncomfortable if I say something to this person for nothing. There's nothing wrong with me, but if I end up getting hurt, I'm forced to think so.
"Probably not a problem."
"Well, thank goodness."
Anyway, Erica and Winia started talking.
"How's your mom?"
"You're on the market now. I think you need to lean back."
"How do I get out?"
"I don't know exactly what happened... but it's probably not good. Don't you know the nature of the household?"
"So how the hell do you think it's going to come out? I'm most curious about that. How did you behave when you were in a hospital like this recently?"
"... I don't know."
"Uh-huh."
I couldn't get much nutritious information.
We just know that the Earl has a lot of money, a lot of businesses like this. I don't know if Erica, the old maid, is pretending not to know or not.
"Erica. I was wondering... did Serena have a baby?"
"Yes, two daughters."
"Daughter? What? What about the sisters? No son?"
"I'm afraid so."
"...."
I don't have a grandson yet.
If so?
"The householder probably... wanted her to conceive of her grandson. I don't know why you're obsessed with your son, but there must be a reason."
Winia narrows her eyes.
"All the clans on the list that you will receive if you accept a short marriage are readers of nobles who can be merged into the Belatide family if you only have a son."
"Hmmm..."
"But that would also be incidental. Wherever the Lord wants, he will be the grandson."
Are you trying to get married to get your grandson?
"If you do, your mother will give birth to you... No, you don't need a son? Do you have a reason to be your grandson?"
"I don't know."
You think the other girls are trying to put their hands on Winia in advance in case she doesn't have a son? But is there a reason for doing this?
"Winia. Do you have any secrets in your family lineage or something?"
"... I don't know. Even if I do, I'm out of the house, so I don't know."
"So if there's something like that, do your sisters know?"
"Maybe that's it."
Only doubts remain.
It's so complicated.
In the end, there were opponents who couldn't solve the destruction and skinning alone. I'm sorry, but after all, I can't give Jenna my sincere powers. I know the line.
"The wagon is already ready. You can get back on it."
"Erica...."
"I think you live well."
"...."
A moment of silence, Winia replied.
"Thank you. I was glad to see Erica."
"So am I, young lady."
Then let's go back.
After greeting Erica, I left the Earl's Mansion. I didn't feel like anyone was coming to get me or stopping me. We naturally boarded a wagon parked outside the mansion and returned home.
* *
"Hoo-hoo, Cat. What the hell did you do?"
Claudie smiles and knocks on my shoulder as I come back and tell her the story. Karin burst into laughter, and Liz smiled as she covered her mouth with her hands.
"Cook, niggers are crazy."
When I come back, Winia talks as if she's enjoying herself. It was just a crazy story, but most people were of the opinion that it was good and should be lost.
"But won't there be consequences? If we don't give up Winia, something will happen."
"It's a little annoying, but it won't be a problem. What are you doing?"
There's only one thing I'm worried about. It's not really scary. What are you gonna do when you hit it hard?
As I said, it's something I can do somehow.
"Yes. Who would be closer to Winia? There are so many allies."
Hilde is right.
"Well, this is a Winnian family matter, so I can't do anything for myself, but if you're trying to do something for me, I can fix it."
"Karin..."
Karin nodded and said so. Winia's allies weren't just me.
"Thank you for saying that."
"It's nothing."
Winia smiles when she gives thanks.
"But why are you so obsessed with marriage?"
Claudie was also questioning this part.
"I don't know. I thought I'd give up by now, but... what is it?"
It's actually kind of weird. Usually there is little reason to be so obsessed. Is there some kind of hidden inner lining? Or it could be just greed. Jennia was such a woman.
"Sister Liz. You got anything on you? If you say you're a wealthy nobleman here, I think you know her best."
"I don't really see any... succession problems? That could be it."
In general, you're right.
"Hmm."
Then Ari grabbed Jennia's brassiere and said,
"By the way, my heart must be really big."
They all nodded at the words.