"... how did this happen"
I whisper so loudly that no one can hear me.
I hold my face with both hands and even escape reality.
Squeeze your courage away and look straight at reality - your husband was doing shadowboxing things with light footwork that didn't suit the giant.
He is taking off his jacket and exposing his shining muscles to the sun so much that he suspects they are made of metal.
And between me and my husband, there's Mr. Gigi standing like a referee.
At the edge of the courtyard, under a parasol, a bright white table, and two chairs. His wife sat on one of them and drank the incense tea (Kaoricha) that Mr. Merse had brewed.
On the table, Mr. Malcolm, the head chef, keeps a potent fruit pudding on his tea contract.
Completely in game mode.
Looking further up, a lady is looking down the courtyard through the window.
(Because of what I said last night...)
I regret it again now.
Last night, after the night club, I asked for Mr. Gigi's private room.
To inform her that the lady is interested in our training and would like to visit.
Mr. Gigi, who heard the story...
"My lady, a tour...... ugh"
Hide your eyes with one hand and turn your back on me.
Is it my fault that there was something glowing in my eyes the moment I turned my back?
Mr. Gigi continued the conversation with his back turned.
"Okay. Then I'll train in the courtyard where I can see it from the lady's room tomorrow. Make sure it comes."
Copy that, sir.
"I'll do it in front of the lady tomorrow. I'm going to train more in the mood than ever before. Be prepared."
That's all I tell you, Mr. Gigi goes back to his room.
His voice was so full of energy that it was the first time he heard it.
I guess I'm glad the lady looks out the window, though.
Once again, I will solidify my resolve to try to be of any help to myself.
But Mr. Gigi was - more temperamental than I imagined.
"Then we will have a simulated battle between your husband and Lute."
As a result of Gigi's overwhelming temper, he was once again to conduct simulated combat training with me and my husband.
A young lady took an interest in special training to cut off "My VS Husband" mock combat. I guess that's why Mr. Gigi put together another revenge match to stop that interest.
Of course, there's no consideration for me...
I remember yesterday's horror and was shuddering like I punched a muscle relaxant into my newborn lamb.
Meanwhile, my husbands...
"Good luck to you. But don't forget the trick. If you're serious, Lute, I'm suspicious you'll stay in shape."
"Ha-ha-ha! It's okay, even if I look like this, I'm a good handler. To that proof, Lute, who had a mock fight yesterday, you're full of energy!
"Well, that's true. I'm so in the mood, I can see the motion shifting. What a dependable child."
No, ma'am.
It's not the samurai tremor that you see, it's the fear that keeps your body trembling.
Do you want to spend the evening in hiding?
Since my husband officially bought it, I haven't worn an anti-sorcery collar for training either.
The collar is released or removed at the discretion of the Lord who bought it.
Of course it is possible to escape.
But a person set up with the Lord in a magic formation in his arms can locate him (in my case, Lady Chris is the Lord).
If you run away, you might get a bad heart certificate and get sold off elsewhere.
But you should be allowed to hide until evening and evade a mock fight with your husband...
When I turn my gaze to my current lord, the lady...
'Good luck, Father, Mr. Lute, both of you. I'm here for you!
The mini blackboard comes out of the window and sends me encouragement.
When my eyes met, I looked embarrassed and waved small as I scuffed.
Goddamn it! You're so cute. Ooh!
I smile and wave back, too.
Man, Lute, there's no escape!
Speak up and explain the rules so that Gigi can hear the lady as well.
"Then I will begin a simulated battle between my husband and Lute. Lute wins if he can't withstand his husband's attack for ten seconds. Of course it's not just dodging, it's attacking. My husband wins if he defeats Lute within ten seconds. Are you sure you both want to?
"Uhm."
"... Yes"
When you hear back from us, Gigi goes down to the edge where his wife is.
I raised my right arm high and looked at us alternately again.
"Then mock battle - get started!
Horn on the rabbit with Mr. Gigi's signal, fly behind!
At the same time strengthen your eyes and feet with flesh-enhanced magic. Specialize in avoidance.
This should buy you about ten seconds - but my outlook was too sweet.
If you noticed, your husband was right in front of you, waving his right arm up.
It strengthens the reflex nerve, but it can't react at all. It was as if he'd left in the middle of a movie film, and suddenly he was right in front of him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
I vow to scream and roar, sidestepping the right straight!
My fist is empty. My husband's side is open. Gap. Add Attack?
I have eyes for my husband.
I can't!
We need to get some distance!
Which way do we run? Back, right, left, up with unexpectedness?
With all my heart I wanted to distance myself from my husband, I poured all my magic into my legs and flew backwards.
But I lose sight of your husband again.
By the time I realized it, a huge shadow was blocking the sunlight from behind me.
Cold sweats erupt from all over your body.
Instinct had a clear hunch of death.
That's all I remember.
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"I can't, I can't. I can't believe I've been running around against my husband for ten seconds. Your husband's strength is the earliest level of anomaly."
That day, I drooled my stupidity as I served the lady at the night club with Mr. Merse.
In the end, I knocked out from behind with my husband's blow.
It was defeated in three seconds in time.
I had healing magic done to me, but I stopped my swordsmanship training in the second half just in case.
They told me to take a break until night.
When it's time for the night club, I'll be with Mr. Merse, serving the lady.
The topic is a mock fight we did this afternoon.
"But it's amazing to have three seconds against your father."
"Thank you. But I'm finally getting away with it...... honestly, I look too bad. Besides, I can't believe I'm going to repeat my special training every day until I get past ten seconds. Mr. Gigi is too unscrupulous."
Drop your shoulders deliberately and the lady will roam.
The look is adorable.
She writes letters on the mini blackboard.
'What about packing the distance instead of taking the distance next? If you take care of your father's feint and deal with it calmly, I'm sure you'll be able to hold out ten seconds.'
"What were you doing faint?
"Yes. After the first attack, I was fencing Mr. Lute's pursuit to get him out of the way."
I mean, I was going to move my own way, but it was all on my husband's hands.
(Sounds like a push fish)
My husband knew what I was doing, so he seemed to be able to react so much.
"But the lady understands very well. I haven't even used magic," he says, almost out of his mouth and hurrying to hold his mouth
I'm not insensitive enough to step on trauma.
The lady leaned her neck.
I ask in a hurry to mislead the words that were coming out to my throat.
"Ho, any other advice? Because tomorrow, with your daughter's advice, you might be able to cross the wall for ten seconds. If you've noticed anything, I'd love to know."
The lady does not have any particular distrust, but teaches me the problems and tactics she has noticed.
If you're close enough to snuggle, you can't hit a quick punch with arms length, stretched out and uplifted muscles in the way.
Surely this alone is worth the challenge of close range.
He also taught me about his husband's fine habits and so on.
Thus, the night club became the venue for tomorrow's Count Attack Conference.
He then asks Mr. Gigi's own room, just as he did last night, and tells him that the lady will also visit the training tomorrow.
I finally bumped into the question that bothered me.
How could the lady not have used witchcraft to strengthen her flesh, but to follow her husband's fine movements with her eyes more than I did?
Mr. Gigi explains in dismay.
"The Vampires have good night vision, good vision, and good motor vision. Your wife explained to you on the first day Lute arrived that she had a good eye for jumping through one of them."
I forgot.
But you're not on the level of having good eyes. That's...
I can't believe I captured your husband's movements in detail from his own room window upstairs without the aid of magic.
"The lady's eyes can jump through more than Lute imagines."
Mr. Gigi arms up to miss the old days.
He said...
Before the lady was dragged into a cage, the forest behind the castle became the nest of the Great Bat (Giant Bat).
The giant bat (Giant Bat) is a giant bat of two metres, taking away livestock, children and even adults and sucking up blood.
The forest is only about a kilometer away from the castle.
The husband who decides it's dangerous decides to dispose of it.
At night, the Great Bat (Giant Bat) gathered in the nest to gather and exorcise.
My husband and his wife smile to hold off the surroundings, and we go out to punish ourselves.
They took their men to the woods.
Just in case, Mr. Gigi, the chief of security, stays at the castle.
There is no way the big bat (Giant Bat) can beat her husband and wife, and after a while the whole forest swayed with the roar.
It sounded like a battle.
Unfortunately, however, one large bat (Giant Bat) escaped.
They come running towards the castle.
Mr. Gigi tried to defeat him by magic.
The great bat (Giant Bat) is shot through by an arrow and falls into a plain between the woods and the castle.
It was Lady Chris who shot through the big bat (Giant Bat).
She took a bow and arrow from where she took it, and on a windy night, she blended into the darkness and shot through the giant bat with one arrow.
Besides, he was accurately shooting through the foramen, which was less than five centimeters away, and crushing his brain.
The big bat (Giant Bat) has a stiff forehead and cannot be shot through with an arrow.
So it is the common sense of those who use bows to aim at their eyes, but on a windy night, a child shot through them with one arrow. It is more impossible not to fight.
"I was certain of the carcass of a large bat (Giant Bat) that was shot out before. If Lady Chris had the gift of being a magician, she would have been a delicacy beyond his wife and husband..."
Mr. Gigi drips.
But I immediately looked up.
"I'm sorry, forget the last one...... horns on the rabbit, now the lady is about to become positive by touring the training. This is a great opportunity. Lute will follow the lady's advice and try to break through the ten-second wall in tomorrow's training. That's how you create a cut that will restore confidence to the lady by giving her a taste of the inspiration to achieve her goals in a simulated way. It's a serious responsibility."
"Then advise your husband to get out of his way during simulated combat."
I tried to make demands on Mr. Gigi, who was putting pressure to waste, in a obstinate tone.
But Mr. Gigi kicked me in the ass saying, 'That would be training, wouldn't it?'
Oh, boy. It's all because of what I've done, not at all.
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The next day, afternoon.
Physical training again - time for a mock battle with the Count comes.
As yesterday, my husband is shadowboxing with his upper body naked.
Under the parasol, the wife sat in a chair beside a white table, drinking the incense tea (Kaoricha) brewed by Mr. Merse looking delicious. Today's tea contract is' Mill Crepe with Seasonal Fruits'.
"Good luck to you, Lute, both," said the wife, sipping tea with ease.
The lady shines her eyes and looks at this one through her private window upstairs.
I can see large letters on the mini blackboard supporting me.
Gigi stands between me and my husband and checks the rules.
"The terms are the same as yesterday. Lute wins if he can't withstand his husband's attack for ten seconds. My husband wins if he defeats Lute within ten seconds. Are you sure you both want to?
We replied yes.
Until now, it's just like yesterday.
Somehow my husband has asked me to shake hands before the simulated battle.
"Ha ha ha ha! Do me a favor today, Lute!
"I owe you my breasts."
My husband doesn't immediately let go of his handshake hand, he talks in a toned tone.
"Gigi told me. You think it's an operation to restore confidence by working with Chris to achieve his goals in a pseudo way?"
"I don't know if it is only Gigi's prospect that the lady really regains her confidence where she has been able to achieve it... also, do you think that maybe today's mock combat will be more modest than usual?
"Hehe, that's not true. I enjoy simulated combat with Lute even as a lifetime. The trick to enjoying things is to take them seriously."
That's right. I knew it.
Didn't you just have a little pale expectations?
Unshake the hand and the husband returns to the starting position.
Mr. Gigi also stepped down to his wife, who was drinking tea.
I turn my gaze to the lady watching this one from her private window upstairs.
My eyes fit.
She had a harrowing look, holding her hand in front of her chest.
- I set up an operation with a pretty girl late at night. I'm not a man if I don't make up my mind here.
I squeeze my right fist against the lady and poke her hard.
Zhu refers to the lady's bright white cheek.
We nod at each other silently.
If you do what you set up with the lady, I'm sure you can take about ten seconds from your magician A class husband!
I breathed deeply into my lungs and stared at my husband like the overwhelming meat wall in front of me.
Mr. Gigi lifts his right arm high.
"Then mock battle - get started!
"Whoa whoa whoa!!!
Contrary to yesterday, I storm my husband from the front.
Of course I've strengthened my eyes and legs with magic.
My husband was also poked at this, apparently, just releasing a halfway right straight.
Reaction with enhanced motor vision.
Sink and evade!
He stuffs the distance without stopping, strengthening his right arm and tapping his fist into his husband's abdomen.
"Kuh!
My fist ached on my abs like a double layer structure of hard iron plate and rubber.
My husband swung his left arm up to the fleshy ole, not knowing the extent of the attack.
Works slower than yesterday's attack.
The lady is right, in close enough proximity to snuggle, long arms and stretched out, swollen muscles interrupt and slow down the movement.
(This can be avoided enough!
My husband swings his left fist down but lightly empty, as he shoots me through the clutter.
I already go around in sidesteps before my fists arrive.
"Huh!"
Chills in the spine.
Your husband's shooting gaze, the pressure to pierce your skin. An empty shaken left arm takes the chase action.
The more I know about the attacking power of my husband, the more scared and distant I am at this level of feint trying to get.
I was motivated by this feint to be good.
My body tries to ignore my orders and retreat behind my back.
The back teeth chewed up so much that I was forced to stop pushing it.
My husband switches the attack when he sees me not moving.
Swing the left hook at me as I circled in on the side steps.
Inverted his spine and fisted past him with a sway.
"Oops!
He was a hook from an impossible position, and his husband's body swims.
Here's your chance!
Focus your magic on your right arm again!
Strike the full right straight in - but the lady is shaking her head wide in sight! Why!?
My husband told me the answer.
He took the straight with his left hand in a light motion.
It's a technique called 'paring' in boxing.
My body swam with the waza, and I fell into my husband's trap! The lady noticed it as soon as possible and was shaking her head.
Regrettably, it's too late.
He punched me in the temper, and now my body swims.
In a moment's gap, the right hook of your husband's stiffened fist strikes.
The wind cut sound is almost the same as that of the bullet.
I don't have time to assist my neck with physical enhancement.
0 After a few seconds of commas, a future diagram of my head and torso splitting up beautifully crossed my brain.
"That's it!
At the same time as Gigi's voice, her husband's right hook stops.
The distance between face and fist is not ten centimeters.
"It's been ten seconds, so this mock fight is Lute's victory"
".................. Yikes!!!
Critical victory!
I accidentally raised the roar of victory.
My husband is shaking his head unfortunately and throwing his gaze at his wife. Your wife is smiling when she sees it.
And I left them alone and spoke to the lady watching from the upstairs window.
Stick your arms up and give them joy and thanks.
"Lady! I did it! I took ten seconds from your husband! All thanks to the lady!
The lady blushed her cheeks more than earlier, moistened her eyes, rode herself out to the point where she was about to fall out of the window, and clapped her hard with a small palm.
I stick my hands up again and again to respond to the applause.
Just two connections between me and the lady, fulfilling the sense of accomplishment.
How long have we been staring at each other?
Probably less than a few seconds in time.
When reason recovers, it is too rude to lose the Lord and rave in front of it.
Besides, a servant stares at each other with one daughter, etc.
I now realize my mistake and apologize hastily.
"Shh, excuse me! I'm sorry I hacked you!
"Ha ha ha! Never mind! That's the privilege of the winner!
"Yeah, you don't have to worry about it. You can strain your chest more. I can't believe I had ten seconds yesterday. That's a great improvement."
"No, it's all only if the lady points it out. I just followed that advice."
I'll raise the stock of the lady in the cage just for you here.
"You don't have to be modest. Even mages B minus mages, such as one that exceeds her husband's attack by ten seconds, are difficult. Lute should be more chesty, as your wife said."
"Mr. Gigi..."
Gigi, who imposed the test, slaps me on the shoulder and compliments me.
Rarely had his mouth collapsed small and he was smiling.
I accidentally have tears in my eyes... but Gigi herself smashes such emotion.
"Next time, we'll be in special training to take your husband's attack for 20 seconds."
"Ha, ha!? Hey! What do you mean!? Oh, Itete! Mr. Gigi, the fingers on your hand you put on your shoulder are eating up! Too much effort!
When I looked up, Mr. Gigi had a definite killer in his eyes.
"Lute... I know you do, but you are only a servant. Tell me who you are and behave in a manner that is commensurate with each other. You got that?
Why is Mr. Gigi angry when our parents don't care!
That's what I've been watching my lady since she was a baby, so I guess she thinks she's like her daughter... that's why she's too intact to rematch her husband! Abuse of authority!
Ghosts! Mr. Gigi!
I do as much evil as I can think of in my mind.
But of course, the decision made by Mr Gigi was not overturned.
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The night club that day.
Me and Mr. Merse serve as usual.
Tonight's tea party is an assortment of fruits.
Malcolm, the head chef, cuts apple-like fruit into the shape of an apple, as I taught him.
The lady laughed happily that she was cute.
Tonight's topic, of course, concerns a mock fight with my husband, who worked with and cleared the lady.
"Thanks to your daughter's advice, I managed to outrun your husband's onslaught. Let me thank you again."
'I didn't do anything. This is the fruit of Mr. Lute's hard work. Mr. Lute looked very good today'
The lady puts the mini blackboard forward in embarrassment.
But obviously it's the result of your daughter's advice.
If I were alone, I would still have failed my husband miserably today with no hands or feet.
I advise the lady to be confident.
"No, really thanks to the lady. If it weren't for the lady, I'd still lose today with no hands, no legs. It's all thanks to the lady who beat her husband."
'No, it's Mr. Lute's hard work. I'm sure he solved it all by himself without me. "
"That's not possible. Thanks to your daughter."
"It's Mr. Lute's hard work!
"Thanks to your daughter."
"It's Mr. Lute's hard work!
"Thanks to your daughter!
Pfft - and the laughter creeps up from neither.
The lady laughed shyly as she hid her mouth on a mini blackboard.
I smile. [M]
The lady runs her fingers.
'So can we just say that today's victory belongs to both of us?
"Yes, two victories."
Check the drops and smile at each other again.
The lady is in a good mood and writes letters as she dyes her cheeks.
'Actually, I've always admired' brother '... and if it wasn't annoying, could I call you Mr. Lute... brother?
That's what they say, I kinda look at Mr. Merse.... I don't seem to disagree. Perhaps if it were to cure the lady's drawcage as well, it would mean.
"Of course you're welcome. You can have a pretty sister like a lady, but there's no one to disagree with. But once we're in each other's shoes, if we can, we'd like to be somewhere less visible."
'Thank you! Lute, brother.'
Or cute. No, no!
Blonde, Lori, sister character who wants to protect you.
She's really a protective girl.
"Lute!
Unexpectedly, Snow's words play in his head.
No, no, this isn't it.
It's just my sister! I just love my sister-in-law's sisterhood.
Never meant anything like that!
'What's wrong, brother Lute?
"Hey, it's nothing. Excuse me."
I smile deceptively and dispel the lady's concern.
I was slightly afraid that Mr. Merse would keep looking at this one in silence.