In the first place, it was the princess who taught me to be Igor, and the princess is Igor's friend. I also received protection related to the business, so if there is a problem and I have the bill to solve it, I wonder if I will naturally cooperate.
"What is he going to do without a concubine? You're a concubine!
"Ha..."
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God! If you sell them higher, just hit them with the ingredients."
"Uh... hey..."
'Cause, hey?
Speaking of which, you can take care of all the hassles involved in the legislation, with one knob, so I thought the change would be creepy.
As you said, the funds are going to work out, and the ingredients seem to get good. If it's a hobby and a real gain, take a boat across the street.
Well, there are things to say that could be something burning... but I wonder how you can get your hands on me with a pull in the realm.
Besides, my future is set.
"Well, that's good. If that's what you think you need, then so be it. Let's make the realm rich and show the concubine the musical."
"I understand, this is a hand for that. If the craftsmen get richer, let the wealth turn elsewhere. If you can afford it, you can afford to pay for education and entertainment."
"Uhm, just keep encouraging"
"Yes."
Build up the tricks from the little things and eventually get to the goal. Now that I've put my foot on the stairs, one step up and the next is waiting for me.
We have to look up and at the same time stiffen our feet.
If you think so and look at your feet, there's a red in your sight.
To see what I saw, a bright red wild bulb was blooming when I looked at the implant.
It's not the time, but it's rare.
Leggles, who cared that I saw the implant, also looked in the same direction and then pointed at the flower.
"Himesama, you're here!
"Mm... this isn't going to work"
With the brilliant wild bulbs in your eyes, your usually gentle, flower-loving face suddenly becomes steep.
It's not anger, it's the look of distress that says, "Something?" When asked, the princess removed a strange shade and glossy cloth, arguably a backlash of white or silver, from a space of nothing.
"I give this to Igor because he asked me to. Use whatever you want."
"What is...?
"Beginning today, the concubine returns to heaven and does not appear on earth until spring."
My mouth opens to sudden words and I don't close it.
A rushing word popped out of my throat.
"Why!? Did I do something!?
"Himesa, are you out of your mind?!?
"Calm down. I'll be back in the spring"
Quietly "look out," the princess pointed out, in a bright red out-of-season field.
"When a concubine is on earth, she blooms even though it's not the season to entertain the concubine's eyes. But it cuts the life of a flower. That is not the intention of the concubine. Therefore the concubine keeps winter absent from the earth. Flowers blooming in winter are invited to heaven to love them."
I see you care more about the princess so the flowers don't bother you. As your boss, you need to apprentice where you say that.
But I'll miss you till spring.
Leggles, do you feel the same way, I've been holding hands for a long time.
"Don't look so twilight. You said you'd be back in the spring."
"But... I'll miss you"
The princess raises her eyebrows a little bit at me for persistently eating down.
It's a hassle to decide who to deal with the wasted children, but I don't know if you're comfortable with it.
When I lean down, I say, "Give me your face," and I hear a soft voice.
"You're going to squeeze waste year after year. I saw something unusual. Well, I wouldn't feel bad if they admired me that much."
Once again, I think you're going to go home with an arrow to laugh at.
With his eyebrows in eight letters, he was somehow invited by the princess.
When I go to Leggles and Princess, you have a red and a brush in your hand.
"While the concubine is gone, I will make sure that no evil befalls you. Give me your forehead."
"Yes......"
"Aye!"
Lifting her forehead as she is told, the princess takes a slight red on the brush and with it touches her to paint a small picture on her forehead.
If you do the same to Leggles' forehead, there's a small flower pattern there.
"When I say" kaden, "I mean" exorcism makeup. "The concubine drew it. Avoid the demon king."
"Is there a demon king?!?
"Ouch. Oops... well, no harm."
No harm done. That would be good......
No, I thought you weren't there because you never heard of it, but let's just remember that there are beings who say so.
"... than the Demon King, but you have to be aware that he is the same person."
"Ugh..."
"Because of the protection of God, most things can be done. But that's all there was to it. The people around you have to be careful and protect them. No matter how strong the three elves are, they can't reach out to the servants who are in a position to prepare their meals, their clothes, and what they need."
"Ah..."
"That's all I can do to protect my servants. The old raccoons, who will have to deal with each other, will reach out, knowing that they are weak. I don't know if I can deal with Chimi anymore."
Sure it is.
I don't want to think I'd do that to my children, and I wouldn't expect them to stand on the arrow, but if I did, I'd buy a big grudge where I didn't know.
Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Rottenmeyer are concerned about the safety of me and Mr. Leggles. But there are a lot of people in the mansion, starting with the head chef. Not that one of them can be threatened or directly harmed.
Now the princess is preaching to me the readiness of what stands on top.
Isn't this the real deal?
If you hold your hand all the time, the soft chick's hand will gently shake back.
I am the one who protects this child and one of the mansions.
"Give me your hand."
"Yes."
"And be prepared"
"Ha!"
A bag of brocade that you know is not made on the ground at a glance, dropped in the shiatsu palm, and when you open it bracketed with a room string, you get a stunning black sheathed sketch.
"It's a concubine's knife. I'll lend it to you, so give it back in the spring. But don't pull it out."
"Yes."
"The general in this room did. A situation where you have to wave your own sword means that you have already lost. Hit your hands by the time you get there. Crush it if you have to."
"... I understand that."
The weight in your hand is not just the weight of a knife.
Will I be able to grow a little by the time this person returns to spring?