"So, lady, have you made any progress?
"You..."
"How the hell are we going to make progress?"
Almost a month has passed since Master Elle came to Hardist.
Only Marie had somehow floated here recently to El, who attends the residence of Izorte quite often.
Naturally more free time when there is no longer control of the Hardist territory.
Sounds good when it comes to free time, but I'm free at last.
I was busy educating the queen when I was in the king's capital. I didn't really know how to use that time and wandered around the mansion. Tracy, who I saw, recommended embroidery. Vance on my face recommended making sweets.
That's how Marie mixed up with Orange Jam sometime where I was allowed to participate in making pie.
Is it okay with her work as innocent as she talks down for fun?
And it passed, but I decided not to care that Tracy would come aboard if it wasn't okay.
"'Cause you definitely don't like Count Hardist, the lady!
"Ha ha."
Marie, with her hands on the workbench all the way up, appeared to have stimulated the organs of the van by rising the thin powder that had been laid on the table.
Marie strained her chest without even looking at him as clever as she sneezed as she coughed.
"Marie! What are you talking about! And I've told you many times to be careful here."
Marie turned to me as soon as she apologized briefly for leaking a scream at the yelling vance.
"Right?! That's right!
Bad for her to sparkle her eyes with pleasure, but unlikely to answer her expectations.
It's nothing more than a one-off territorial run that Elle is passing by, and when he's done with his errands, he just leaves without a cup of tea.
Speaking of non-territorial stories,
The treats you had during this time were delicious. Well, I'm glad it was in your mouth.
about.
These days, it seems that even Claude leaves without being present (but the door is still so wide open) that Tracy is tired of continuing to intimidate her or not caring if she exists.
The mansion accepts Lord Elle... which doesn't seem to translate, but at least I'm used to it.
"You know, Marie.
I know you do, but he has a lover.
That's why you disengaged me. "
"Uh, but Marie thinks those eyes are those of a man in love."
"You," you said, "have you ever seen a man in love?"
Marie sparkled when she turned a white-white eye like Vance was frightened.
"Yes!! What a messy blood-running eye your city fishmonger's son is looking at the little cook's sister across the street! Here, you have big breasts... and you're very pretty, but you're similar to that one!
......... Yep?
Vance looked at Marie making gestures with her breasts like this, but I don't think it's the same.
Or does Master Elle have such eyes?
... No, I didn't.
Marie, what the hell do you see?
"And then, you're Master Altenrich!
"Huh! Lichten has those eyes too!?"
Marie gargled at me for roughing up her voice.
When did that cool eye say Lichten at Charm Point start having teasing, bloody eyes?!
No, I can't imagine, I don't want to imagine.
But surely he's already 16.
Though there may be one or two people I like.
I wonder who the hell it is.
As for now, I've never had eyes like that for Marie or Tracy. I mean, other than this mansion, I have no room to know.
But what Marie knows is likely someone from Isolte, not the school or the Wang capital.
Well, I really don't know if Marie's gonna say that's the eye of a man in love.
For one thing, though I have never seen it.
"Phew, not if you're a lady - Master Altenrich Habu Whoo"
"Okay, lady, should we take a break? Marie, bring me some tea.
You can have that new tea leaf, just get it!
Marie suddenly blocked Marie's mouth with that thick arm. What does Marie do when she finally escapes from the van! and where he raised his voice of condemnation, Vance raised his jaw and pointed out the door.
"What! Um, was that the one they told me never to touch because it was expensive! Can I have a drink, too? I'll go! I'll go! I'll get it!
So where is it? "
"Uh, over there"
Is it also in the warehouse in the back, although it is pointed in the direction of the laundry room, with a slight mouthfeel?
Marie skipped and jumped out.