I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

"Ah, Mr. Bell! Wait a minute, please! There's one more thing I really wanted to talk to you about, but..."

The blue-purple haired woman called her name to hear her gaze with the eastern brave man, trying to stop anyone from attempting to return to the inn in a fluttering foothold after she had interacted.

but apparently he didn't hear me.

I remembered her rule that I wouldn't go after her in town, and I showed all that intent that I did, so I thought I should have followed her a little more when she noticed. Forget about her errands for a while. She thinks.

On the other hand, in a position she reached out one hand in the direction she left, embracing her own wife, who voiced her buttocks narrowly.

"Aren't you okay? If she is. So much so that I kept crunching my skills."

and Kitra Veta, the brave man of the west, whispers and mouths.

"Kee-kun... but..."

"In fact, you were alive, weren't you? I mean, I haven't eaten the array, so maybe I haven't received it. Out of the way, if I left it unattended, I might have had to throw it away.

"Uh... right. If you ask me, I'm convinced. The line that I couldn't eat without seems to be Mr. Bell.... I really love it."

Was it also something that I felt in the words of such a woman, speaking smugly in her arms?

She spoke softly in return to the gentle brave man who had spoken.

"I'm not dissatisfied. Kee-kun's love is straight with everyone. And it's warm here. Kee-kun gave me something I couldn't possibly have gotten. So we can all laugh amicably. This is happiness too."

I twisted my body, stretched my back as far as I could, and still pulled an arm stretched around my neck that wasn't enough, laying it on that lip I finally touched again.

She stands still and identifies his uncommonly bewildered eyes.

"Mr. Chris was on a higher level than Mr. Key, wasn't he?

"Mm, well... Is he one of the brave men in the top ranks, Ra!?

In the line I was about to tell you, I was teased a slightly biting, unintentional kiss. The hazy young man sees a woman's fever swimming in her gazing eyes, turning the floating bitterness into a fierce grin.

In short, "I got it".

With those words in an interchangeable gaze.

"Newlyweds“ privileges, right?

Hold her thin hips saying such cute things while the implicit rules drawn between the wives remain. Into the town---disappearing into their twist.

Because this wife won't be able to leave tomorrow morning for drop-off.

Maybe I'll go instead and then poke them a little bit.

He seemed brave enough to think about it. The next day, he saw a man with an inadvertently hard atmosphere and a daughter who was hesitantly depressed to speak up...

When I got home, I gave her the wedding celebration and the box my daughter gave me, and I couldn't tell her anything after all... she told her lovely wife.

. . . . .

——— I don't know anything about that.

I wanted to be the daughter-in-law of the brave.

Berlina Lacotte, 18, reincarnated from different worlds.

Honestly, it's me who's depressed by the hard reality.

I bet the slightest hope that hasn't been clearly said to "dislike" him, and I'm going to chase his back, which blurs with tears, just a little more.