"narrower than a doghouse"
Toxic tongue as a matter of course without a sense of insult as you glance around my house for a moment, my former brother-in-law, Mr. Shed Swarows.
I boiled water to make the expensive tea that Nica had given me, and in the meantime I served the expensive biscuits that Nica had given me as a tea treat. It was a complicated feeling, though, when they both didn't deserve it, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to make the most of it… I'm glad I didn't.
"… delicious. These biscuits are expensive, right? How could a civilian sister, Felicia, let me out like this?
"Nica gave it to me."
"Dear Nica... Nicholas Cabot? Why is that guy on your sister Felicia?
"It seems like you sympathize with me that my treatment is too heavy."
"Hmm."
They convinced me for once.
The only thing His Highness has done directly to me is break the engagement. There is nothing wrong with this. There are a lot of things about not being able to choose a decent opponent if you're going to do it exactly like that, but leave that alone.
The problem is the punishment of my parents throwing me out of a house where I am overjoyed and demoted civilians. With regard to this, if I were an ordinary Duke's Lady… it would be quite heavy and would amount to being sentenced to death.
Normally, those who only lived as nobles as those who stood on top could be thrown out to places they did not know alone and live and go as civilians. There are many things that we can't do about pride, and even if we leave it behind, there are many things that civilians would not know how to do due to differences in common sense, even if they can do it normally. Some people don't enjoy a sudden decline in their standard of living and choose self-determination, they can't change their behavior, the village is considered eight minutes old, and they have difficulty living... well, if I mention it, I don't have any kiri, so let's leave it around here.
I live happily ever after because I have experienced the civilian life of something that is a lot different from this world in my previous life, and I have been wanting a future that is even more like this for ten years now, studying and investigating the lives of innocent people.
I mean, even if Nica sympathizes with me, there's probably nothing strange about it from the edge. Because he finds out it's a crime, how dare you explain it to Shed?
"Do you see Master Nicholas often?
"Sometimes."
Unless you say a specific number, that's just an individual subjectivity. I was often taught in my previous life that I should be careful because in the workplace I sometimes fail due to disagreements based on such subjectivity, but I dare to live in peace with reason.
Transfer the steamed tea to the cup in a good way while you're talking and serve before the sheds and before yourself.
"Sister Felicia, you're alive."
"Yes, it seems that living here would have been better suited to outwitting than living in nobility."
"Hmm, fun?
"Yes."
Something seems like a good friend's sister-in-law conversation there at first sight, but we've never had a conversation at all. We're friends' cold sister-in-law. And Shed has a bomb, so I've been nervous since I was just talking.
"I don't want to get kicked out of this mess, either. Sister Felicia, will you live with me then?
I absolutely don't like it!!
I refused to let Shed's faceless but seductive flushes shake my hair.
Living with Shed is my civilian life-ending flag. Such a flag is broken at all costs.
"Shed, you're not joking about the Swallows."
"I often say to the habit of escaping successfully"
I tilted my neck with a decent face so that I wouldn't be disturbed.
Did they just camouflage you...? But I feel that the flow of the story is going in an unpleasant direction.
As if to affirm it, the mouth of a faceless Shed drew an arc. At that moment, my unpleasant hunch swells and furrows.
"Sister Felicia, you've always been like that. That's right, Lady Perfect. Lady Rose is just called by everyone, and she always smiles and does everything lightly, yet she avoids me, and I'm sure she swallows a lot of things. Hey, swallow up about me, too."
Ah... ah... I, a dialogue similar to this sounds very familiar...
At the middle of the Lady Roche Droot, an oversized trap unlocking signal that has no warning of draining the liver of the players who until now have thought that the gap between the appearance cool and the contents chara man is awesome.
"Me, my sister, all the time."
I don't want to hear the rest of that.
I grabbed what I was putting right around the corner with a selfless obsession and threw at Shed's face.
"Ugh...! Hey,... Pa, bread?
Shed threw it at me. Seeing that, it comes with a puzzling eye.
That's right, bread. Soft bread that won't hurt you with a soft touch even if it hits your face. The abandoned bread I received from the workplace yesterday is itself.
In the meantime, when I was told I was ahead of my current words, I saw the future of the construction of the death flag from the confirmation of Shedroot, so I was allowed to use food to stop it, as well as Mr. Michelle's excellent bread, although I am terribly sorry. Instead of guilt for Mr. Michelle and Pan, I succeeded in the urgent cancellation of my brilliant remarks.
"Let's eat bread...!!
"Uh, ha, ha?
"Shed must be weird because he's hungry!
"No, no,"
"If you eat something delicious, me and you both smile! Because Michelle's bread is delicious that even Nica roared! Here, I'll eat in peace!
"Uh,"
"I'll have it!!
"I'll have..."
Yay! The talking asshole was terrible, but with the emphasis on momentum, I succeeded in streaming a brilliant story by blowing some folding seriousness! There's no rush or anything, that's very powerful!!
As I gave up on the Duke's inheritance of eating the bread made by the civilians without poison, I hit the bread as well as my inner victory. You don't have to eat elegantly because you're a civilian! Oh, yummy!
… following Shed's words earlier, that was, for example, "Because I've always loved my sister...!" If it was anything, it was cute. Rather, as a maiden gay, that should be right.
But Ladillo's Shed Swallows is not such a cute brother-in-law position. That's what he was trying to say...
"I've always wanted to keep it about my sister."
You can't swallow a confession like that, you trap yandeleman!! It's just your route. I'm scared that the bad end has two incarceration ends and a heart end!!
I'll never let you say it again, so be prepared, good Shed!