Sleeps early at night and wakes up before sunrise in the morning.

Since he began to take care of the Asm House, Rose lived like a true human. This is because they leave the fields in the hermitage and must leave the house early in the morning.

Also, it was nice that there was no need to prepare for night visitors.

Despite being robbed of night guests after being robbed, the bell rings when people come to the pier, and when the bell rings, Rose is awakened.

I knew the happiness that I could sleep without being aroused by the sound of the bells of people and beasts at night.

The round-trip between the mansion and the hermitage will be picked up by a carriage managed by the mansion.

There is no compulsory ball, banquet or garden party to hear the rumors.

***

In the morning, when the sun never rises, I wake up with the smell of baking bread.

What a luxurious morning.

In a soft futon that had never been touched before, Rose twisted and shook himself.

Move your nose with your kun and spread the scent of wheat throughout the nostrils.

Rose always has bread ready for lunch. Tara, who is good at kitchen work, can bake bread at home.

Depending on the type of bread to be baked that day, there are various kinds of sandwiches, such as ham sandwiches and jams, but Rose also liked bread without anything.

What kind of bread today? Mouth ends loose.

I knew clearly that I couldn't return to lettuce.

Inhaling the odor until he was satisfied, Rose rose slowly out of bed. Open the closet, envisioning what you're doing today in your head.

Paul was lined with Harris' costumes for Rose.

None of them were gorgeous, but they were of good quality. It is well-tailored and seems to withstand living in the forest. Skirts do not spread softly and fall into stones is the mainstream of the country.

Until now, Rose had only one casual wear. That doesn't mean he was in need.

It wasn't so unusual for the commoners, and the witch wore a robe, so he wasn't in any trouble.

I thought I didn't need it, but when I saw this beautiful dress, Rose's heart grew like a girl. It's even more so if you think it's a gift from someone you like.

He would have been prepared while thinking about Rose, one by one.

--Bahun

A light sound is heard as if the air escapes.

Unable to endure shame, Rose punched the dress. The eight lobes sway softly to the extent of the breeze.

When he turned a gift from a favorite person into a sandbag, Rose wiped his sweat with his back. I'm still in early spring, but I'm sweating badly.

It's very embarrassing for Harriage and others to think that it's a frightening and stylish thing, but I feel like I can wear it if I rephrase myself that there's no help for it. The mother's old dress, whose hem was worn and full of spots, has already turned into a rag.

"... I'll wear it."

Rose holds the hanger as if to inspire himself.

Wrestling with such a pretty dress every morning was the routine of Rose at one of the few Asm houses.

The dress was grayish-purple and blue.

It is a color very similar to the spring blue sky.

Although there is embroidery on the sleeves, there is little decoration, and the dress of calm color was easy to choose for Rose who feels shameful.

Brush your hair with excuse, then poke your head from the neck and pass through your arm. Rose squeezed under the chest with a ribbon and looked into the mirror.

The neck is quite bloated. Rose pulls on the collar, wondering if it's this kind of clothes.

It moves slowly. With this sadness, I can't help. After all, the witch moves constantly throughout the day. In such a sloppy, clothes will come off each time you move.

Whatever it was, I touched the neck and noticed that there was a button.

"... the button is behind ...?"

Rose is a witch.

Ordinary witches don't ask anyone to change clothes.

My grandmother had to change clothes alone, and my mother would have been so.

Rose knew for the first time that some clothes have buttons behind them.

Rose looked in the mirror. The eyebrows have fallen sadly. It is very troublesome to change clothes.

"..."

I stare at myself in the mirror silently.

When he managed to stop, Rose put on his robe.

I will never take off this robe. No one will be able to tell you that the button is not fastened.

On the first day, he took off his robe because he had cut through the city, but he lives in his house as usual. Loeb said it was necessary to keep the witch secret and for Rose to get used to dealing with people.

When Rose opened the door, he heard a squealing surprise, as if surprised by the door that opened.

What surprised me pretty much was Mona, the maid who came to this mansion on the same day as Rose.

There are five servants working in this mansion, but only the butler Saffina and the maid Mona are living there. Tara, who takes the meal by hand, seems to return home early in the morning but early in the evening.

The servants of the former house of Asum were able to accept Rose easily.

It seemed to have worked because he was mistaken for a newcomer at first. In addition, it seems that Safina, who had a little sense of trust because he was the daughter chosen by Harriage, and who had a little interaction with him, were very close to Rose.

People determine their position based on their evaluation. Rose, who was only working negatively, was treated like this as if he were a member of the person, and felt a little confused.

"Oh, ma-oh, young lady ...!"

But Mona was different.

Every time she saw Rose, she was apparently frightened. Unlike other servants, trust in Harriage may not have been born yet.

He doesn't look scorned or harassed, but every time his face turns pale and he's actually hurt.

"... Good morning. Do you need any hands?"

Mona, whose fear was reduced by reason, asked Rose with a trembling voice.

It would be terrible to ask such a scared opponent to hold the collar button.

"House"

"I'll clean up my room during my absence."

"Thank you"

I am used to not interfering with people.

Ponza and Rose bowed down, and Mona walked away.

Looking at Mona's back view, I hear a voice from behind.

"Do you always feel like that?"

Astonished, Rose rose one apple in the robe.

He stepped on the robe's hem and was almost slippery, but his arm extended from behind grasped Rose's waist and prevented him from falling.

"Hey, don't play. It's dangerous."

Of course, I don't mean to play.

Rose looked back at the Lord of Voices. There was Harrige, as Rose imagined.

Ascending, the power comes out of Rose's body.

He closed his eyes as he left it naturally.

It's been a while since I started to be troubled by Asm's House, but it was my first time to see Harige in a relaxed appearance.

I didn't feel like I could open my eyes again, but because I burned it into my mind, I was worried about the glow even though my eyes were closed.

Unaligned bangs, annoying eyes, freshly shaved chins, and a more vulnerable neck. It's a bit too stimulating for a rose to be eaten in an instant.

In addition, the closed eyes make other parts more sensitive, and the smell of the soap used to shave and the feel of the hands holding the waist are varied.

Rose crossed her hands on her chest, taking care not to loosen her mouth.

"... What kind of play is this time?"

"I was immersed in the feelings of the believers who met with God."

"Really"

It was a crisp response for Harriage.

I guess I couldn't understand the meaning.

There is no way. Unless Harriage can objectively see himself, there will be no future where he can share the preciousness of this rose.

However, if Harrige is at home today, I wanted someone to tell me so.

He would get out of bed a little earlier than usual and pick a dress a little earlier. On the contrary, he might have been willing to wake up a little earlier.

Even if you realize that irregular Harriage's working hours are more irregular in the field, it's hard for anyone to understand that it's hard to predict.

Rose gently slipped out of Harrige's arm and snuggled up against the wall.

I just want to continue worshiping this uneven surface of the icicles, “Icicles,” to restore peace of mind.