Here, time goes back...
"On the adoptive mother... what does this mean"
I haven't been back in six years in the city, and I haven't been reunited in six years. Because of my mind, I see signs of dust and deterioration that have been left alone for a while on wallpapers and conditioning products than I did when I lived there. Still, "I'm ready for you," is this a new one? In the dressing room, point out the beautiful Granthrus knight clothes, and change, and exit through the sleeves as the words of….
"I've got something important to tell you," I wrote. There's only one, isn't there?
and.
If my memory is correct, it is not the family crest of the Gracis family... Indeed, my adoptive mother (ha), who boarded a carriage with the family crest of some high-ranking nobleman and lowered her back across the street, murmured with a clear face.
I need to talk to you about something important, so for once, I was rushed back---.
Did you put your face on the warrant from your adoptive mother, who arrived for the first time since you left the house, that your adoptive father (chi) could not be seen in the "shaking cage of time”? --- Stunning at the anticipation. Or was there something urgent that could not be countered? Or... or, after all, did you finally get the edge of the house when you set up a matchmaker ---? and all sorts of speculation jumped around your head...
Perhaps the feeling of impatience, helplessly, was getting on my face. She saw it and came to the same conclusion, and her voice said, "I love you. Please stay with me on the assumption of marriage".
At that moment, are you going to tell me!? And before I waited, that's the word that popped out of her mouth, as I realized “waited." No matter how many nights we've had since then, the conclusion is the same.
Stay with me on the assumption of marriage, my God.
It would be a man (this one) line in the first place...!? --- and.
Why are they saying it first......
I wonder why I let you say...
While I was stunned, all I could go on was "wait here".
... but there are some things I couldn't help. Sure, I had no choice then.
The problem was too opaque to scratch her on the spot.
Is that your foster father? Is that for sudden? Is it a friend---?
If you hurry back to the kingdom of Granthrus in a way that is so brave as to tremble and sweet to the kindness that has shown you to wait, in a way that leaves Lisertia with a bell that has made a confession of love. Also, if you look at the adoptive mother (ha) like this, and you can see it from the way it looks. My heart is heavy because I was so informed that I didn't like it when I felt that it was a 70% fringe (that).
Not unlike my last memory, but my adoptive mother (ha), who wore some sort of billion-dollar dress, greeted me, and certainly, that wasn't added to one of my predictions...
A little.
Just a little bit.
The waving mind was also true, he said.
"If… my imagination is the same as what my adoptive mother thinks"
I can't ask from the look on the face of a woman (one) with a stretched spine.
Oh, this man is still a born nobleman. The appearance of neither weakness nor shaking is so noble as to yearn.
But my will to beat it.
"I'm sorry I can't do this, son. ——— I refuse."
It is.
After I said it, I was surprised myself. I had an unexpectedly stiff voice.
Cold gaze from adoptive mother (ha), but directed to hide and explore it. If we let each other's eyes stare at each other with loss.
"Why?
a monotonous sound.
"Oh, I see. Chris, you. Have you met my favorite daughter?"
There is no longer any doubt, he said. Just saying yes.
But yes ---, before you say it.
"What is the other daughter's identity? Can you match our qualifications? --- Even in a house that has fallen and has no power whatsoever over this country, the Gracis family is the“ Marquis ”, the Second Duke of the Five Dukes."
Really. How could I have fallen so far while I was "Hou”?
I'm not going to say anything bad about my adoptive mother's ancestors, but it was also a simple, simple question.
In the past, for marrying a wife from a civilian as the Lord asks, there have been “falls” so far as it lasted a few times, or so. Unless it is the bequest of some nobleman who lasts several generations, or so many generations of "unsettled lords” combined, what is the Marquis Gracis family, said to be the grand nobility, past, and three famous houses of a nation that in some cases are forced to live below the civilian population, as the mansion (no) is a splendid size….
Well, that's all I thought about, and I look out for a woman with a clear face.
--Oh. Surely this woman is the one. You were a disgruntled lord.
and.
Still, I wanted to thank this man who prepared the “Hou”. Anyway, I didn't think that brother was from the house of the Marquis. And then the lady over there said, "So be a Marquis child!" and I was brought up with your possibilities, and I felt my chest clogged, "he said.
In the past, I remember being told in this land, "Such a picked up child, a nobleman just by name, etc." But it's enough for all the names. As long as it's just a name or a "Hou”, it sucks, because even if Bell haunts the Hou, he can pass about the proposed sentence...
I didn't think you'd come here and say, "How's your personality?"
It's a story that I never thought of.
In that regard, if my adoptive mother says so.
I want the Louseil family in Chorustenia to adopt Belle, as much as... there's a preacher to tell, as there isn't. Some kind of ambiguous sense of distance.
In the first place, you can avenge the favor of having them raised. You are such an immoral son that you refuse to be engaged to a noble lady, cut me off like this. Then I'll give up my name and pick up Bell at the city well. That way from now on, I have no fence or obligation, I can just live with her. That would be wonderful and free.
"Well then, give me my family name---"
"I won't forgive you, beyond that"
Please take away the family name you gave yourself, the wish is brittle and shattered.
"So..."
Although I am not old enough to say that I ran away from home, there is nothing in the pattern. If the carriage stops, I'll let you leave on your own, and this is your last greeting, if you darken your gaze.
"I don't want to think I raised you the wrong way,"
and.
A kind of spicy word leaked out of my adoptive mother's mouth.
Then,
Heh, exhale,
She continues "hehe" and laughs.
——— A little.
Just as I was struck by the void.
If only I felt distracted.
"You look just like Luke. I can't believe there's no blood connection."
and.
When she was unable to do so, she fanned out and held her mouth, and the noble woman in front of her deepened her grin with her graceful work.
"Nobody said," Take the talk, "didn't they? Luke and you have a short circuit somewhere in your head. I didn't say a word" take it ”. If you don't like it when you see him, just follow the proper procedure and say no. Phew... really easy to understand. Chris, you've got a kid you like. That's good, if you choose that way. Throw away your family name over your personality, something you're ready for. He deserves to inherit Gracis' name. ——— But fulfill your in-laws. You mustn't run away without Yea Yea. For the sake of your favorite child. Heh heh. Yeah, but really. I wouldn't do that if I were crazy."
Luke was also an imaginative, troubled husband who wouldn't listen until the end. On the adoptive mother (haha yeah) wipe clean the tears that came out laughing too much.
"If you shoot a child you like properly, be sure to bring him in once"
and.
"Yeah, but don't get me wrong, I'll talk to you first. It's like a broken bond, putting one piece of jewelry in the quality. You don't have to worry. They say it's a family heirloom, but it just looks a little beautiful, because it's an ancient jewelry."
"... a family heirloom, is it? I'll pay the deposit. How much?"
"So don't worry about it. Because it's just old and it's what I was taking for a time like this."
"But... family heirloom, is it?
"Oh, already. Your persistence looks just like Luke's. So that's what it's for. I'm just adding value to the Gracis family heirloom. Just that old gem. You have nothing to worry about."
But, well. Because of this, noble society is troublesome.
A clear woman laughs, creating a callous atmosphere.
"Yeah, well, your opponent is that Mr. Lydiage from the Chifforette family. I'm not the one you used to think about for a while. Perhaps you'd like to see me? I tried to be a little concerned, too."
"... on my adoptive mother (ha-ha), why did you..."
"It's not like you don't know about your own son.... Oh, but that's funny. She was the one who betrayed your initial thoughts. And now this is the one who says no from Chris...! Ernesto is a sight to behold, isn't he? I wonder if I could throw this family heirloom at him then too...!!
I'm sure you'll feel better, hey, against a strong aristocratic woman, who looks grumpy and laughs "hehe" as always.
"... on my adoptive mother (haha yeah), why is that also..."
And my son, who had no choice but to remain silent.
However, a distressed woman (of the Gracis family) smiled intricately as she perceived what she really wanted to say.
"Even if I say no, okay?
Asked my son to confirm.
"Of course I do. Hey, Chris. Although we don't have a single drop of blood connection... even if he's gone, he's still, like, family. At least that's what I think, and that's why I really want you to try and sweeten me for once or so. ——— Don't worry about this one, go to the kid you like"
and.
--Oh, this man, that adoptive father, was a woman in love.
There was such a thing as a brave mind-boggling event...