Afterwards, Phil was spending time with Lynette, who was coming with him in one of the workshops.
Did you deliberately prepare it for Feel, or the room was furnished with sofas, tables and other fine furniture.
"Please take your time, Phil, as the moving carriage will be here soon"
Lynette offered me tea while she was doing so well.
Today he was scheduled to visit Perpaoze's workshop to visit ceramics, a famous product of the Kingdom of Calando. Plans to actually try to make ceramics are over, and after this I am to be invited to the royal castle of the Kingdom of Calando to attend a night club.
I guess I guessed I was tired of being surrounded by all sorts of people. Lynette also paid for the samurai by staying only with her sidekick self.
Relax and sip Lynette's tea.
Even after Perpaoze and Prince Tomash left that place, I was frequently spoken to and honest with by the remaining ministers and princes around me.
After resting for a while, she was knocked from the outside and a woman looked at her face.
Lynette looked back and told Feel that Lynette had been asked something by the woman.
"I'm sorry, the carriage picking you up seems to have broken down. Hey, I'm gonna check on you, too."
That leaves Lynette outside.
Feel is left alone in the room.
Lynette won't come back even if she's out of tea and out of hand.
After making out for a while, Phil was just bored and concerned himself outside the room. Phil thought I'd walk in the workshop for a minute.
The fact that the Feel is coming means that strict security is laid on the workshop itself. It shouldn't have been a problem if Feel was outside the room.
When Feel opened the door and went outside, I didn't have any idea if everyone had gone to the carriage or the workshop.
Feel free to walk through the boneless interior workshop.
It may not be much of an experience as a Feel. Because there were always people around, and they often decided where to go.
Walking down the cobblestone hallway, I found a room with a slightly open door.
I glanced inside and it was slightly dim with the light coming in through the window and it was very quiet if no one was inside.
Feel somehow walks into that room.
When I came in, there were lots of shelves covered, and there were various forms of ceramics.
White beautiful vases or picturesque plates or kettles. Apparently, the place where the finished work is located.
Feel somehow walks through the room looking at the piece.
That's when I heard a voice from behind me on the pretend.
"Hehe, do you like the work warm?
Turning a little surprised, it was Prince Tomash standing behind him. I'm smiling in that apron and looking at this one.
"Yes. It was all very beautiful and I could feel that Perpaoze was a wonderful craftsman."
The answer was supposed to be a hundred-point answer.
Yet, for some reason, Prince Tomash laughs as if he had received something and then apologizes with tears in his eyes and seems to have fun.
"I'm sorry. Master Purpaoze is a good man, but there's a weakness in authority that makes him a high-profile person."
Prince Tomash laughs happily as he apologizes.
Even Phil can tell. I'm laughing about that rarity that Phil made.
Even Feel a little mucky.
I won't put it on your face.
When he shut up in protest, Prince Tomash began to work on something. When I'm curious and I look at it for a moment, I start to take some dirt out of it and mix it together.
That eventually became the clay that Feel used the first time he made ceramics.
"What are you...?
Prince Tomash puts it on top of the pomegranate that was in this room, too, when Phil asks about it. And I smiled.
"The healing witch seemed unhappy with her work. Wouldn't you like to make it again? Now I'll teach you."
"Uh..."
Phil was confused.
'Cause this isn't a role or a job. And if I dirty my dress or something, I might annoy Lynette.
But Perpaoze didn't tell me how to be too familiar with Feel.
Around behind the bewildered Feel, I just put something in front of Feel.
"What...?
That's like an apron and work clothes all together. I am starting to tie a string behind me through my sleeve from the front.
"It's okay. You can keep this on and your dress won't get dirty."
That said, Tomash forcefully puts his work clothes on Feel in such a way that he feels naturally, not so much as if Feel is already certain to do it.
Phil also stuck his hand on it and wore it.
So Phil's mind finally decides too.
"Well, just a little..."
So Phil sat in front of the clay that Tomash had prepared for me, as he was instructed.
"Well, let's just relax first. Without feeling so uptight, pull out the shoulder strength. Let's take a deep breath first."
"Yes..."
Then Phil makes pottery again as Tomash teaches him.
"Yeah, yeah, touch him with a gentle hand. You can turn around a little faster."
"Yes."
Feel takes the clay into the ceramic shape as he turns the roll with a serious look.
"Careful with your posture, 'cause you're getting a little bent."
"Yes!"
The way Tomash taught was gentle, detailed and easy to understand. Teaching may be better than perpaoze.
And 20 minutes later, a beautiful cup of shape was up in front of the Feel.
"I got it!
The shape was clean, slippery and firmly cup-shaped, and Feel was satisfied. I can't help but laugh.
I couldn't believe I could have made this.
Then I hear a laugh from next door that made me tickle.
"Have you been satisfied with your healing witch?
"Um..."
Phil said as he leaned down and looked up at Tomash's face.
"I'm not a healing witch. It's Feel."
After that, Phil wondered what he was saying...,.
But Tomash laughed and said after a good time.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Feel."
That's when Lynette's voice was heard from the side of the hallway.
"Feel that! Where are you -!
Shit, the carriage is ready.
I have to go, I thought so, but Feel stops so much.
The cup was shaped, but it's not cooked yet. I can't take this back then.
Beyond Feel's gaze at the cup he was about to make for his appetite, a big hand lifts the cup like it's important.
"Fine. I'll cook this and deliver it to you properly. Because it was made by Phil. If you don't wash your hands better than that, the lady will be worried."
"Yes!
As Phil washes his hands in the hallway at the water field, he rushes over to Lynette looking for himself.
"Sorry, Lynette"
"Phil, where have you been?"
"Um... take a little walk..."
"Okay. Now that we have a new carriage ready, let's head to the royal castle of the kingdom of Calando."
"Yes."
As he headed toward the carriage, once Feel looked back, the prince of the stranger, who hung the apron, waved at me with his cup in his chest as if it mattered.
Two weeks later, Phil was in Dayman's private room.
A gift can be delivered under such a Feel. That said, I get a lot of gifts from nobles and neighboring royalties every day under Feel.
One of your maids reads out who sent you with a little white box in her hand.
"Prince Tomash of the Kingdom of Forlant?
"Aren't you the prince of a small country with little dating"
"The box is small, too. Is it a gem or something?"
The samurai, who said that to her mouth while holding the box, nearly jumped up the moment she got her face off the box.
Phil stood up at some point and came before us.
"Um... do that... please...!
Instead of the usual streamlined tone, Phil offers his hand to the samurai, with an intermittent rhetoric like excitement. After a few seconds, the ladies finally realized that they wanted me to give them the box.
From the samurai who gave it to her fearlessly, when she received the box, Phil stepped back to the chair where she was sitting on her feet early and immediately opened the box.
The hand seemed somewhere else.
Lynette is also surprised at how it looks. Phil has never been very interested in gifts. For once, for the sake of dating nobles and royalty, I'll have the samurai open up and check the contents.
Anyway, it was a single guest teacup that came from inside the box that Feel opened.
Seeing it, the maids of honor speak in a mouthful.
"Is it just a teacup?
"It doesn't seem very expensive."
"I wonder what Prince Tomash would look like sending such a crude thing to Phil."
In front of them like that, after Phil took out the cup.
All of a sudden he ran out, jumped more and more into bed, twitched his legs and rolled over the bed.
"Master Feel!?
"Duh, what's wrong, Mr. Feel!
"What the hell!
The samurai with you are confused by the behavior that Feel has never taken before. Even the side-service Lynette rounded my eyes.
There was a beautiful white teacup on Feel's chest that looked precious.