"Sister, in the cooking room"
"I don't want to"
"The chores, the things around you."
"I'll leave it to Tracy and Marie"
"Garden work, outside work."
"I won't do it at all"
"Once a week"
"I will see you in Liechten."
............ I am sick of it.
I've really caused a lot of trouble to Liechten this time.
That is an undisputed fact.
I don't want to worry about him as much as possible.
This is for real, too.
But honestly, I'm sick of it.
After waking up and eating lightly, I was made to promise a few things that I would go and convey my apologies and gratitude to Liechten, who carried dark bears.
Although I drank it honestly, I was told to send it every day, starting with the letter, and I persuaded him to do everything in my power.
You can't have a letter from this land so far away from Wang Du right away.
It is obvious that if I sent it every day, I would reply many days ago, and the product arrived another day or so ago, and I would not understand the translation.
By and large, what do you call it?
Is it the number of plates that Marie broke that day?
Or is it about the type of anger Vance gave Marie?
I managed to get out of the room where I got concessions in a week and despite all the sleep I couldn't get up until noon the next day.
Lichten (naturally in his case) woke up three hours later and was stuck with Claude and Tracy on their way to the King's Capital.
Perhaps something has been said to your father.
Very, very, very sorry for Lichten, who began to support me, but I also help to support him.
In the meantime, please, I persuaded Claude and Lichten to use the carriage and definitely head for the rest of the day to relax and shake their necks vertically.
Instead of Claude, who could not leave the mansion, your lord decided to ask Torneo.
Long scorched brown hair jumps slightly in various directions, and the body of the small head is slightly elongated.
I have a lot of garden work. His generating color shirts are mostly off one shoulder or the other.
"It's okay, it's okay - let me handle it -"
The story goes back to the beginning in front of the carriage, where Torneo drew reluctant Lichten with a distracted voice.
I just repeated that recitation 10 times. Exactly. Tracy coughed out a series of times, and Torneo bit the stretch to death.
I want to make sure he does as much as I can for my worries, but that little one your father gave me is already hungry.
I want you to forgive me already.
In the 13th recital, a little Torneo pushed Lichten to the carriage with a long arm stretched and a nagging laugh about where the hell there was such power.
"What!
"Yes, yes, boy, that will be enough.
Lady, Lady Claude, Lady Tracy is going. "
"Hey, wait a minute! We still need to talk."
Torneo, who opened the carriage door and pushed Lichten in the face again and shut it tightly at a tremendous speed, just jumped into his seat and drove off the carriage as it was.
Torneo is such a forceful place to be...
One doesn't look like one.
In the middle of nowhere, it gets cold, so I asked Claude to enter the mansion as soon as possible.
I don't know, I'm so tired...
I think I'll sleep very well, but I've only slept the last few days and I'm not going to be able to keep doing this.
Starting tomorrow, I'll sneak up on you again to teach me lord's work and chores.
To the extent that it's not impossible, of course, though.
It's a dustpan that annoys everyone anymore, and I have trouble getting Lichten to worry any more.
I'm sorry, Liechten.
I will always write to you, but I don't think I can keep that goose promise.
Something that would drive me crazy if I lived a life full of restrictions doing so little.