The sound of a water injection from a tea bowl called Copocopo, taking an artifact grade item placed subtly on the desk, is the expression that Mr. Chris has been devising for some time.
"Um... I've got tea..."
"... ah. Thanks."
And, a one-off reply.
No, put in a no, then gently lower your back across the street and steal a look at Mr. Chris still thinking of something.
Not too long ago, the two of us dived into the door of the house and my gaze was accidentally stitched perfectly into the table seat in the living room dining space.
Um... what the hell is that... what---?
The object left on the dining table was clearly… something that certainly did not exist there until I left the house, earlier. Mr. Rex... he took care of the cane and the gate and everything, and the dishes were cleaned up, plus even souvenir items with an even more precious atmosphere...? And. Sort of look out for your room, probably without a trace, and somehow I quietly silence myself by noticing that the marks of his own life have disappeared beautifully and refreshingly.
As... well, sure. Because life with the opposite sex is not even taken as cohabitation...?
Though my relationship with the Demon King was pure, without any disconcerting affair.
Even that Ish shrugged. Why did you take your hand?
I mean, well thought about it, I assumed there was no prospect, and I switched to a guy I knew who was close to me, butt-light, feeling...
I wonder how Mr. Kleis interpreted drawing the most tragic end and Saah and his face blued.
Its surface sparkles and its loose sphere is one turn smaller than the globe… no, it is as small as a lid turn. If you look closer and gaze at it, the magic formation like gear, the ancient language is sloppy, and it is a precious item, it represented a presence.
Words that captured my figure nailed at the edge of his eyes, and he lifted it up and zeroed it at eye height.
"... I see. Did you fly with this? Unlike that... you have the ability to metastasize alone."
I accidentally said, "Huh!?" And he scorned this one, and said unto him, Though Oz had no two on the continent. Where did you get this?. "Mr. Chris purely asks me.
"Uh... and, uh..."
"Yeah."
"... Mr. Dormir Rex gave me...?
Ya, it feels like a souvenir to put away, but I'm sure it's not wrong...
Mr. Chris, with a mundane face, that guy? And talk silently.
I couldn't stand that silence, and I said with my heart, "It's not easy!".
So it's not easy at all, and I should be able to explain it properly. Breathe softly and say.
"Oh, uh. That, right? I heard the news that the brave man was going to marry a childhood trainer... and I was probably worried... and I was worried about Rex..."
Is there anything I can do for you---?
and to words melted in the rain.
"Well... I was sad... and I wanted to go somewhere where no one was,"
Mr. Chris listened quietly to my weakness, wishing he didn't know who he was.
heard the wish---and the demon king (he) said, and the reality that was bewitched
"Then... you brought me to a place like this..."
"Is he gone?
"Uh... yes, it seems so,"
And from there, Mr. Chris' thought face lasts for a while.
I scraped the tea to make no noise, and he said he still seemed to think of something.
Shall we clean up the daily groceries in the living room first? That's what I thought, I let my hips float, and Mr. Chris goes back here.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You don't have to hurry. Let's talk about that man later. Finish your story first."
"Ah... yes. Okay, please."
"Right. Where do we start..."
"Eh... So, where did you leave Resertia, from?... Um, the emergency at that time, was that the engagement story?
In response to a question from me, Mr. Chris would first like to make an affirmation.
"Ah. Not long ago, on the way home from the dungeon, Rice would have belled the story of Granthulus. I want you to remember that it's been six years since my job turned into a brave man and I left the house. In the meantime, I've been wondering... if there's ever been talk of an engagement or something like that, maybe they'll call me back.... it was my first time from my mother, even if it wasn't, so maybe it wasn't such a crappy errand... yes, my father said he was back too, and that something was going on..."
So that's when I accidentally sweetened Bell's offer, he said.
Just lay your eyes down for a moment, and Mr. Chris speaks of regret.
"If we hurry back to Granthulus, well, I should have noticed... the environment surrounding my mother seemed like a mess."
"What?"
Like what? And if you can get in, the bumps look bad and smile bitterly.
"Apparently, the mansion belonged to another nobleman. It's an embarrassing story, but I didn't realize anything about it. My mother said she wasn't in trouble, so she was busy. She didn't want to bother contacting me."
A father who was a brave man disappeared, and a man named Dallas Yale, a high-ranking nobleman, who was supposed to be my son disappeared, claimed ownership of Gracis' mansion, pointing out what his father left behind as a debt.
"One of these dilapidated mansions," he said. Where did you find value? And my mother was twisting her neck... but if it was done easily, that series of harassments was apparently that kind of story: the love of her years "
Anyway, they want to get you in trouble. Not enough to take the mansion (no) away, but my father's debt was still there, so I thought I'd marry my son to the maid designated by this one, and see how much it cost from the bribe.
The Chiffray family, with its shallow edge with Dallas Yale, just had a belated daughter, who had a suspicion for the brave.
"But anyway, at that point, I had no idea how to carry things, and I couldn't dare go into the house and do what I was told. I was curious that the wallpaper was fading... but I can't believe it hasn't been left out for six years. My mother rushed me into a carriage with a Dallas Yale crest."
I rarely wear a corset because I'm cramped, because my mother was wearing clothes with no heart or superior clothes. Looks like my clothes are new to match. Not that I didn't have those concerns, but I was wondering why. I saw the clear face of my mother across the street, and accidentally, I got irritated.
"If we talk, I say no ——— and I assure you at the beginning,"
Mr. Kleis is the one who would be surprised to say so on such occasions, so my mouth, open with pocan, remains rigid for the time being.
"As good as my mother was, I wondered if she had a daughter she liked. Well... if you say that, then... a little out of your mind... If you can't admit to Bell, throw away your family name and go down to the city well. In fact, there's no way a man like me can really do anything about it, such as pretend to be a nobleman. Honestly, I can't deny I thought this was a good opportunity"
Again, it looks bad, Mr. Chris turning that way.
I leaned down gently too, keeping my mouth open.
The conversation with your foster mother went on, maybe, like the flow just now, well, I guess you could have admitted it from there...
—— This person, unconscious... unconscious... (//_//)
and.
Don't you deny that your adoptive mother tells you that she has a "favorite child”?
And if you don't acknowledge me insignificantly...
Damn, I was so serious about it, I thought you liked it.
My face, bent over, must be red to my ears with delight and confusion and embarrassment.
"So... we had a discussion from there and they admitted that Bell was safe. I just found out that I had a daughter that I liked, but I only told her to go to the brother-in-law of the aristocracy. If you don't like their daughter, you can say no. I wouldn't feel comfortable if they told me so, but I had no choice. I stepped into the mansion with my mother."
The... I knew my mate, Miss Lydiage, face-to-face.
Mr. Chris is somewhere bitter and calls his name for tea.
"I didn't mean to tell you a long story, but my mother, this is where we need to talk. I just went out into the garden for a little while, and I said," I can't marry you. "
"What... there was a little bit of talk about it...?
All of a sudden that's what other people do!? and.
The tile version should have said it was childhood friendly and accurate... or did you know her face?? (…) And is it unnecessary mercy to think about it?
I'm talking about my adoptive father's debt, but the more I bring the engagement story... the more I want to get married, the more. I thought you had a thing for me. Is it necessary to be a woman?
At least the weather today... or do you need the introduction part...? and.
Mr. Chris Bassari was apparently a merciless body.
"Talk about piling up...? Nothing in particular."
"... Oh, is that right"
Yeah, he nodded from there, and then he carved a wrinkle in his head.
"Well, so... I put a no in Miss Lydiage, but if you're prepared to spoil and hear about flat-handed hitting or cursing, and you wait for a few replies, then so be it. In the mother house... suddenly lightning struck."
If you hack a sound that doesn't even sound like that to your mouth.
"... I thought something had happened to my mother, so I hurried back to my mother's house. Somehow... I didn't expect... that, with a story of shame in my body...... my father."
"Mr. Jill?
"Ah. Um, my father. The Dallas Yale principals and over my mother... you know.... Is that, like, a training ground?
"What, a training ground!? Wait... uh, I mean, uh, your foster mother's take on, like...?
"That's right. He's about to come out with a human opponent."
"Ha!?
Oh... indeed, Jill is a famous Kensei disciple... and quite a superior brave man from his age. That, I don't know... it's so, so awesome... I guess I put it all over my face. Mr. Chris nods strangely, oh, and holds both hands. And to spit it out heavily.
"I came to a halt at the moment... but not at a stage that would make me lose my power..."
Offset and defensive magic that only protects those on the spot.
Now that I think about it, I think about my father's defensive magic.
"The house and the city were protected. But in the meantime, a section of Dallas Yale's property sandwiched in a state of devastation that leaves no green..."
The throwing burst of the brave men.
"The Lord of Dallas Yale is astonished. Miss Lydiage is stunningly faint. The servant was drawn to terror... and my father was angry with my mother and disappeared."
No use... no use at all, post-processing comes down to me.
"Er... and. So... good day, Mr. Chris...?
"It's just an excuse... so I'm late for departure"
I don't suppose his heart, profoundly nagging and abominably spitting, could have been done with such words, though tragic.
"No, no! No! Mr. Chris is not bad! I should have waited properly too!!
No... I don't want to be in that situation. The demon told me I was weak and I believed the rumors...
We went down both hands with the boom, and it was bad for each other.
Mr. Chris, who seemed to be gazing at him, smiled vaguely.
"But at least I should have used my guild to get as much as a newsletter"
From now on, don't make Belle anxious again...
"Make an effort. To be your husband forever. Will you forgive me for keeping you waiting...?
and.
It sounds like a plunder, powerful, clear.
"That... it's like from above to forgive... I'm sorry too..."
Um, but I'd also like to say it from me.
Cut, bite your lips, then, I swear.
"Um... me too, I'll try. I want to be your wife forever. I might show you something I don't like next..."
Still wanted to be with me, so I came across the world......
"So... well, I know what you're doing... but if you can, it's like a small wish... for example, if you're going to leave at work, I want you to at least, live and come back to me--so--"
This time.
At least, one another, until we get old ---.
The last word is that there's nothing dangerous about it. That's why I managed to keep it in my chest.
At that time, the droplets dropped and stained the cloth on the chest with an oval stain.
Mr. Chris, who saw it, breathes just a little.
I'm confused by that vibe the other way around, I don't think so.
Still, a zero droplet carved the second ellipse.