I was Reincarnated and Now I’m a Maid

"Hey Roberto, sorry to keep you waiting!

Time for the two ladies to go to bed in each after a pleasant dinner, my friend who invited me to my clerk's office comes close with a bitter smile and a relaxing foothold.

Once, when we were a little younger, we felt like we couldn't care less about people, whether outside or not, saying things that we couldn't clothe in each other's teeth, but there was a bitter grin on our mouths that maybe it was because of our age that we stopped doing so.

"I got some good wine, why don't you drink it"

"Fine, so behave like a common man like me"

Aren't you and I close?

If you take the glass and pour the wine, you can't beat the deep red rose that was just decorated on the table.

Hand it one to Roberto and he received it again with a bitter smile.

(Oh, yeah)

The fact that we have eaten a lot of years is all that lies in our breasts.

Even though I knew from looking at my stepgranddaughter until earlier and the two of her adoptions that had completely upset her head, my breasts became swollen as soon as I could.

People get older, and that's normal.

I knew that, and I'm going to have seen those years growing roses.

I remember when a friend's daughter grew up to be an old lady, and fell in love and helped her with it, becoming a mother in a place she couldn't reach... and mourned for what helplessness she was when she became more out of reach.

"You asked Roberto to come, and now Her Royal Highness and Miss Julia are staying at my house."

"Well, that's gorgeous."

"Tomorrow I asked you both to show me what you asked for."

"Happy if that's the case. Also, I was wondering if you would buy a ton of gifts for Yulia's lady. It's time to add and subtract, or they'll hate you."

"Oh, oh, did you look like a young man drowned in love?

"What kind of a fatherless father drowns his lovely daughter?"

"That's spicy!

The two of us sit opposite each other and tilt the wine.

No, I can't have you as a father, but the expression is oddly ticklish as far as I'm single and I don't have one of my children.

Speaking of which, not much could have been given to that child who married the royal family.

As a Marquis, I was seen to be flattered by the royal family and could not jeopardize her position. That was the only gift I could make, for my girlfriend.

That's a lot, I miss you, I miss you.

My friend's daughter, adorable and stubbornly spoiled, Roberto scolded me, and each time she laughed corny she was adorable again.

"Uncle, it's me... the guy I met at the review..."

Would I have laughed well when you dyed my cheeks rosy and revealed my secret love heart to me?

There was no way I could understand instantly who that would indicate and honestly support the amount of difficulty her love would welcome.

But the fire of love, once burned, could not be put out. On the contrary, there is no way that His Majesty can do this to call love too much in its intensity to feel the same way.

Then Roberto and I accepted it and sent it away.

But was that right?

No, there's nothing I can do about it now that I regret it, and Primera, born as a crystal of love between the two of us, is a brilliant, beautiful, beloved child.

(but I guess I wasn't lonely)

As the King's only desired side chamber, I have heard how many marquis adoptions she made up the city well and its existence was considered heterogeneous among the nobles.

I couldn't move because the more I sheltered, the more shady my voice that slandered her could be expected to spread. It is true that His Majesty the King was sweet in declaring that he would defend it.

"Actually, there's been talk of using Miss Julia as my adoptive daughter to marry the Baum family's warrant and keep her away from the" Daughter of the Brave "we're talking about in the world."

"... then again, in a less serene story"

I can narrow Roberto's eyes.

I don't mean to absurd my voice in my story, but I don't know what's on the inside because he knows the hassle of a cramped aristocratic society for himself.

Whether he should be a merchant or a kung fu of the year, he just laughs bitterly as far as I'm concerned because he often doesn't show that inner face brilliantly.

I'm counting on it... but I think you can put it into words and let me hear it.

"I wonder how they talk about 'heroes' and their daughters in the alley?

"... are you talking about an armed adventurer and a healthy daughter who supports it? Recently, my daughter has been recognized for her strong ability to recover magic, and the common people have told me that it's like a comeback of gaga."

"I see."

"That's how popular it is, so what surrounded us in the country was success and... whoa, that was a reward"

"You must be the one who contributed to the country. I've heard stories that he's pretty serious too."

"Your daughter is quite the beauty of the town. It's been rumored."

It just doesn't seem to be known to the people that the daughter has repeated a few (...) lapses while also being educated as an aristocrat.

Well, of course, a lot of people are moving for that, so naturally.

I guess it's the upper management's idea that cutting them is not a good idea unless the hero and his daughter commit an outrageous lapse. And I agree with that, too.

But I can't get Miss Julia involved in that.

"You're calm about the adoption thing being about respecting Miss Julia's opinion, and I was allowed to express my candid opinion during the day, too"

"Seems so."

"Roberto, what do you think?

"... Well, I don't know. Can I get you another drink?

"Of course. This wine has a wonderful taste and fragrance."

"Merchants bought a lot of Baum wines this year. Of course, it's handled by the Gender Chamber of Commerce."

"Well, now you want Roberto to have a drink."

"… soon, we will have it"

From Roberto's face, who laughed all the time, he was no longer swordswallowed or cold until earlier, and even though he knew it wasn't somehow directed at us, he was relieved, don't tell me.

I won't be in the social world as much as possible either, but I won't be noticed because I'm educated enough not to be enlightened by them as a marquis... oh no, I don't mind Roberto if I'm noticed.

"Now make sure you take your wife with you."

"Then I'll be sweet to you."

"Miss Julia will probably turn down this adoption. Hey, her lover didn't look very good either. Too bad."

"Seems so."

Roberto's gavel is the same but somewhat soft.

It's awful, if you've become my righteous daughter, I'm going to spoil you as much as I can.

"Don't you think that if Uncle Baum wants to prioritize his oldest son's opinions while keeping the adoption thing roughly in favor, Aldar, you should be my adopted son? If you do, even Miss Julia will eventually become a righteous daughter."

"Well, Marquis, it's time you stopped drinking. You're too fast because you're vulnerable to booze."

"Terrible, drunken Roberto."

A wine bottle can be kept away from me where I reached out.

I thought it was a good idea, Aldar, and I gave you an opinion that I would adopt you, but that's because Uncle Baum forcefully refused.

... I still feel sorry for you because I thought you were a very good young man when I met you.

"I hope it works out, but everything's fine"

"I won't deny it there. Come on, let's pack tomorrow's plans."

"Yes, yes,... a worker, Roberto."

Aldar, your care for Miss Julia, who came and said clearly to me, as well as this wine you brought me.

It was very straightforward and very preferable to me as I grew old and fled.

"Ahhh.... too bad......"