"Hey, Chris. Why don't we go downtown for some money?
Once upon a time, when I came with my adoptive father, I didn't think I could put him on that ride that I saw properly... When I take a breath in the room I was put through and think it's blurry, Rice, who just changed into a yukata, pulls the door of the room and says:
Behind it I could see other members except myself, and there were signs that everyone and he were looking forward to money and water. When I find out about it, my body loses its strength, and I return the words of recognition that this is a good day every once in a while.
Though honestly, disrespect arose when the use from the lord came as usual in the land where I stopped to take a break. He seemed like a lord who was good at taking into account whether he could quite understand the story or not, and before cutting out that he had stopped for a break, he said, "I arranged for the inn. Rest easy there," I closed the conversation with those words.
And guided were the best established inns and famous luxury lodgings in town. I accidentally got up, but when I was sent to the room, I said, "Please let me know when you need me," and the woman in the middle left quickly.
I even felt ashamed to find myself more educated than the samurai, etc. who served the royal palace of nobility, and found myself in its profound virtues.
Then trace one day's memory and use the prepared tea utensils to add tea for one.
—— That's right. This is what's right.
No matter how brave you are, every time you stay in a lord's mansion, it's strange. To put it in more detail, it's a strange story to stay in an inn like this.
Tea and confectionery served by samurai, etc. who serve the mansion, even though they do not ask for it in an atmosphere where there are gaps, they do not break the attitude of exhaustion to the extent that it is creepy. I just lifted my hips a little bit, and I said, "Which way do we go? Asked," If you want to go out in the hallway, it comes with an atmosphere of course.
The adoptive mother's (ha) house, the Gracis family, does take its name as a nobleman of Granthulus, but it is a house that has no status or wealth enough to be whispered "fallen" if you go out to a social place. No, maybe I just don't know, and my adoptive father (Chi) brought in some hidden wealth, but I didn't want to thank him for it.
Upon a clean adoptive mother (haha yeah), who always wraps her qualitative dress, her adoptive father was stuffed with "this year is the year to give her a gorgeous dress (the one)," but she excused herself in such a terribly gentle tone that "with such an age, she will be a laugher".
I would have easily built a new mansion or something if I had used my adoptive father, who was a brave man. My adoptive mother would not have lived more luxuriously than she had lived until then. What you need, as much as you need. I'm here raised like that, doing enough to do it myself.
There is not a single memory that seems luxurious, even in the memory of a luxurious but certainly lingering street life, taken by my adoptive father and traveled all over the continent, but rather much sympathy for that spirit of my adoptive mother.
It was not until I learned that such an environment, which I took for granted, was exclusively for the nobles, that I began to attend the national learning quarters where the nobles of Granthulus gathered. He said it was a problem because it wasn't a big distance and he went on foot. A group of reclining carriages lined up in the order of their qualifications, after being blamed for it. A lowlife stepchildren picked up by that Gracis family, she became exposed to rear fingers every time something happened.
I still have the memory of being whispered, "Not one of my squire attached…" but I still don't understand at all why I would be ashamed of that, I guess I am a person of a humble status, only added by the noble surname if I opened the lid.
Nevertheless, I do not want to do anything to discredit my family name for the adoptive mother who took it from me and raised it, and I take the request of the royal marquis nobleman who accompanies me with much trouble with a single heart that I want to be of some use. To the brave, and to themselves in the seat of nobility, albeit only by name, they always take care of themselves so much that they pass... For this one who is unfamiliar with the slightest environment, it is only one of the struggles.
—— Can I stay on my own for about tea......
I whine inside without telling anyone, and, oh, I blur that my feelings of honesty, which are exactly what I say, treat them as disrespectful before, will end up with this one.
For not being a born nobleman, it's just a little regrettable that it's a political rush, a talk about getting through socializing, and not having talent in those places. Where and how much attention can be given to crossing it successfully. If I could do that, I wouldn't have to "pretend to be noble” halfway through.
--......... I wonder how long we should continue this life.
When the hell will my adoptive mother (ha) bring me a marriage story telling me to come home? You could talk about more brother-in-law because you're a bloodless orphan, because you're supposed to be talking about "I can't let you inherit your noble surname," or adoption from a certain muscle of your identity.
That guy used to say openly, "Such a house, crushed," but even if you were in a fallen position, if you could easily erase that old surname of history, wouldn't it do you any harm...?
It's ridiculous that I take myself seriously because I don't draw blood.
Rice's invitation to "go to the hot water" came at a time when he was thinking about cowcars "more than that..." to escape reality, thinking blurry such stories as to undo the vague anxiety about the future statue that had inadvertently gushed.
I miss the money and water in Lower Town when I remember visiting with my adoptive father one day.
Of course, I had no reason to say no, so I grabbed the towel provided and took him away from the inn.
Squeeze your "presence” skills as soon as you leave the room to avoid unnecessary confusion and enjoy rest. And Sorol and Beryl seemed to watch the “brave man” blend into the crowd for a while with a mixed face of amazement.
I'm sorry, but this is the land.
If my adoptive father doesn't encourage me to acquire that skill, or if he doesn't become a "brave man," he's in the crowd to the point of being disputed. It is also unusual to notice the difference between the original condition, which was raised by the skill, because it was thus surrounded by party members.
Respecting his idea once again, Rice, who enjoyed the view from the top of the bridge to Lower Town, shook the subject as he remembered that there was a way to get into the crowd without purposefully acquiring covert skills.
"Speaking of which, what kind of money and water would you like?
"Oh, me, I want to go to a place called Fuji's first. You're famous, aren't you? There's a blue mountain of different worlds in the bathroom."
"Mount Fuji at Fuji Shop is not famous. Sure, something good happens when you worship the painting."
"... it's also in the women's bath?
"I've never been in a woman's bathroom... but I'm sure there is one because I've never seen her rub it on the stand."
Unexpectedly, I glimpse Beryl going into the story, one realist or the other… I didn't look like the type to make a wish… and realize I'm confused by the signs of a girl who's the right age.
Speaking of girls these days, weren't they still dreamy creatures? Compared to that, I find Beryl a realist, especially, when I was fifteen years old and I was feeding five members of my family, including my father, with one bow arm. It's an arm or a metric… Anyway, I'm reminded of a situation I couldn't have dreamed of, and I'm captured by complications.
Indeed, there are so many people in the world today who are in such a situation that they cannot care less about such things than women, children, wherever they are searched for, that is how much they exist. But the more fortunately there are many who live in peace, the more painstaking the hardships they would have overlaid in these mundane moments.
I asked Beryl, somewhat haunted by signs of happiness, who seemed to look forward to making a wish on the mountains of the other worlds depicted in the bathroom, where I turned my gaze to those who thought Hatha and went on the road.
—— Speaking of which...
Before my adoptive mother's teachings, I accidentally calculated the difference between the ages of Beryl and Bell while recognizing it as rude, and only two different...? And now I'm even more surprised.
--Two... two... you say?
Those who were unaware of the "brave men” who had stopped walking were not on the spot, and the stopped steps were resumed unnoticed.
—— What. This discomfort.
Three years have passed since we started chasing ourselves, but I think there is a lot of inexplicable atmosphere surrounding my daughter that I made it into it.
The difference between Beryl and just two years old, if only two years old, could a "well-informed” human be that easy? Or that she went through so much trouble that it was commensurate with it… rude story but increasingly suspicious because “I don't think so”.
But perhaps the discomfort stems from the amount of knowledge that will reach the Sage position in a few moments. I'm thinking about her so much that I'm trying to avoid going in somehow.
—— If we are in such a life-threatening situation that we cannot help ourselves, we tolerate her being on our side to avoid it...
That's a much strange contract, and I don't think it was roughly scaled to equal value.
Or is this just a hard story for me to understand, and I wonder if it's a "part of the girl who deserves to be old” in her who seems to have a good sense of things for her age?
Either way----.
I don't know when it will be, but there is nothing to overshadow the conclusion at the time of the settlement.
Because I see such a future.
The scale is skewed and tied to strange promises to see.
and.
Make yourself feel that way.
"Oh. You see, Fuji shop sign"
He regained consciousness to the voice he heard at that time.
I wonder why.
Su and his gaze were taken away by the appearance of a woman who hid her face, standing in front of the store.