I broke up with Mr. Murietta and had breakfast with Aldar, and I couldn't move more than I thought I could just say that the results worked out for a lot of thought...... I'm slightly discouraged by that fact.
Yulia von Fundid...... I had intended to see all sorts of things before as the lead samurai serving Primera, but I never thought I would see it on the assumption that I would bump into someone as an individual...... what an excuse.
Or I was also going to be prepared to be stabbed by a woman who admired him when I had a relationship with Aldar. No, you really don't want to get stabbed or anything!? Because it's an analogy of things!
But surprisingly, I'm pretty sure I was relieved that this is what I've been saying because it's just something that ticks me off in words from afar.
I'm not. It just wasn't.
Until now, Bianca stabbed me with a nail on each lady, from which it became apparent that the Duchess was treating me as a friend, or that she was the “favorite maid” of His Majesty's beloved daughter, Primera, so she protected me.
I'm completely oblivious to that, and I'm bewildered by a girl named Murietta who's been hitting me head-on, which would be the current situation.
I wonder how vulnerable every relationship is. I meant to be aware, but I don't seem to be any better on that side than I thought.
Let me be clear.
I feel sorry for myself......
And over this period, I still have the idea that Mr. Murrietta is “a younger girl, so I have to help you".
No. Isn't that a good thing? It is a natural construct for older people to help young people.
But it's not. I don't need it now, and her age is already close to one person in the aristocratic community, and it's ruder to imitate protecting young children.
But in me, from "I in my previous life," Murietta, a teenager, still looks like a child.
"Ha..."
"Please, you did...? Coffee, it was painful...?
"What, ah! No, I'm sorry. You took the time..."
Yes, I gave my needle grandmother some time. Of course, Your Highness would like your permission.
Grandma's coffee to brew is certainly a bit bitter. It's not a lot of bitterness in the Princess's Palace with lots of tea parties, but it's very tasty.
I took the time to come and talk to you about fashion, but I'm totally at it.
And I feel sorry for myself, and I'm about to go into the spiral. You shouldn't have this......
But what can I say? There's no way I can talk to Aldar about this feeling, and it's hard for Bianca. 'Cause it's not that easy to see you because of your position, and I figured you'd be reluctant because of the difference in identity.
Then who am I supposed to talk to? When it does.
Me, consulting... I'm stunned to realize now that I've never done much of that.
No, it doesn't mean you've never lived to talk to me, does it?
Is it sweet? I can't help but feel sorry for myself. I want to be told I'm okay with exposing myself and having my head stroked, I've only ever felt that way, and now I think.
When I was young, my father, who had lost my mother, made me sweet as much as I could... but I was busy because I was a lord. My mother-in-law, who joined my late wife, was so young that she had a stepdaughter, and she was so hot as a lord's wife, she got pregnant right up there, and she was all over me.
Learning is naturally more important than being sweet after going up to the royal castle, and I was desperate to make you happy, Primera.
And I don't have time to be the lead samurai and cry if my men can.
In the first place.
All in all, I think he was more "good" than necessary because he told me that I was an adult enough to remember my previous life.
But what about the consequences? I don't know where to spit out my weak sounds, this body!
Until now, it was all about work... Primera hasn't had a rebellion yet... and Sebastian was tipping me that I was in trouble, so I felt like I could help and come without making a weak noise.
Is that it? I wondered greatly that Mr. Murietta had never been frustrated or something when I thought so, but I guess not either!?
I don't know what to do, it's a hell of a mess in my head.
…… What's the matter...? Talk to Baba, will you...?
"... me, properly,... are you able to do it? Was I able to do it? I suddenly thought that way."
……
It was those words that polled out.
Yes, I am.
Really, is it done?
To avoid making you look like a villain warrant lady. That must have been a success.
That's what I thought, but if Mr. Murietta appeared, would it change? After all, she's at the center, and me and Primera are swallowed up in the scenario?
That can't be true, I've worked hard.
Though I do, there's no way you can get someone to agree with you.
The results follow.
Primera is brilliant, like she grew up beautiful! Unlike the scenario, Dean Dayne falls in love with Primera, as he thinks all the way.
But when will this anxiety disappear?
Until next year when we get the ending of the game? Or a lifetime because it's not a game?
What am I supposed to do with this anxiety because I don't think I can talk to anyone?
"I'm sorry, what are you talking about... I'm sorry, I...?
"... good boy, good boy"
"Uh, hey, what...?
"... to Baba, I don't know... but you're working really hard, so... now, to Grandma, if you're sweet, I'd love to..."
Pulp Trembling Grandma smiles gently and strokes my head.
The hand is sweet, 'I don't know anything' and he admits, 'I'm trying'.
The back of my nose hurts and my eyes get hot.
Take a deep breath in a hurry, though, to make sure you don't cry. I wanted to cry out loud. But patience, patience!
(Because I'm a good adult, and the contents are more adult than they look, and I'm in a position to be the lead samurai, so if I cry, I can't!
Looking up at me being mean not to cry, Grandma stroked me again after laughing a bit like she was shuddered.
"... come"
My grandmother, with her hands spread, also pulled in the tears that went out unexpectedly. What did you say?
I thought so, but now my grandmother held me to that dumb face.
Because my little grandmother pulls me over and hugs me, and I'm sitting in a chair and I'm like a frown, but I'm going to keep gently stroking my head and pounding my back.
The tears I pulled in bit my lips down as I was about to come out again.
Why, why not? I'm an adult!
"You've worked too hard, hey, you're full..."
"Full of, to...?
"Yes. You're a hard worker, so... in front of Baba, you're a pretty grandson, okay...?
"..., yes. … Yes, yes, yes…"
My sweet voice, my tear glands, oh no more.
I pushed my voice to death, but the tears that were pounding away wet my grandmother's apron.
But Grandma doesn't say anything. Gently, you kept stroking my head.
Oh, well. This is how I wanted you to spoil 'I'm trying'.
It must be okay if the heroine showed up, I thought so and I was confident, but that was what you were telling me in me, wasn't it?
I gave up on my own about love. Did I meet Aldar and become weak?
Because I've managed to come without making a weak noise before - no. I've only ever been helped a lot.
I was just so blessed with my surroundings that I didn't have to make a weak noise or cry and nod.
So the thing about Mr. Murrietta is just a trigger.
I was just a bunch of people in my last life saying things like that, and you didn't do anything solid at all.
You can't face Primera, Aldar, anyone who believes in me or tells me they're friends.
He said he couldn't make catfights. Superior. Fighting on your own mound takes its own form.
The breakdown of the positive attack, didn't it work? Even Aldar fell in love with Mr. Murietta. Didn't you?
Anxiety is for everyone. That means it's good for me.
I must have denied it, overconfident that I could manage it alone, and now I've stepped to the limit.
I was anxious. I guess that's what you can admit. You can admit it, right?
The truth is, I wanted to be sweet on someone. Just that.
The contents are adults, so I have to be patient...... what a good place for my solitude too. Like my grandmother this way, I'm sure your father, your mother-in-law, must have made me sweet. I didn't, I don't have many childish places, and I'm sure I was an extra kid.
Oh, how dare you love me back even though I am loved!
I can't believe you're so weak because you don't want to lose someone you're in love with.
"... calmed down...?
"Thank you, thank you..."
"Lately, my girlfriend has been able to... Think a lot?
"Yes, maybe. I... wanted to be a woman worthy of him. On Birthday, we were planning a play together, and, you know, I wanted to talk to you about fashion, and yet... you know,"
"Forget it."
"Huh."
Yes, I wanted to talk to you about stylishness!!
I cried something and it was refreshing! I wonder if you were stressed out. Me.
Or so I thought, Grandma awoke to "Stylish Consultation"! Something opened my eyes...!!
And then my grandmother asked me exactly what to do with my handheld clothes and ornaments and what to add, and what a classy colour was... that?