Valtrude's consciousness slowly awakens.
Fluffy, feeling on the border.
I also feel like I heard the bell from a distance, but it was overwritten by the heat coming from the side.
I wonder how deeply I slept. It's like a refreshing wake-up call the morning after a strenuous exercise.
"... Mm. What time is it?"
Her eyes open wide as she enjoyed the pleasant mellow.
I woke up refreshed as usual - realizing that I was looking all threaded up.
The bottom part of the chest is concealed with a white cloth, but conversely, from a bright white noose to a glossy clavicle, it is dewy.
If I did my hand there, it inevitably brought back memories from last night.
A brighter beauty than her angel stains red, with a hue in her pure white skin. To delude it, I moved my hands from my chest to my belly, nagging - or whispering - and stroked them to mercy.
Anyway, that was a shocking first experience last night.
Thoughts vary, but that's why they aggregate into that one word.
At the same time, it was enough. I don't know if that's why, but after spending my first night with Yut - that is, my husband - he went straight to sleep.
Even though the autumn was deepening, even if some reason remained, the question remained whether I was willing to wear clothes after that.
The sound of the bell earlier would be from a watch stand created by the god of knowledge Zeras. Its wife, the goddess of death and sorcery Truss-Sink, was right, it had reached the eastern edge of the Marquis of Istas territory.
But I don't know what time it is because I didn't count the number of bells. Seeing the light of the day you can see over the curtain, you seem to have pretty much fallen asleep.
"Yut."
It was really hard yesterday from morning to night.
So, even if that's the voice of a loved one, there's no sign of waking up to the point of being called by his name. Even if it's because you're young, fatigue accumulates. No, is it because fatigue is young now?
The Great Mage (Arch Mage) exposes his defenseless sleeping face in the same futon as his wife.
Not that it has major characteristics, but it must have been tight all the time - and it looks like Valtrude - and the expression was happily relaxed now, too.
I can't wait to be happy with that.
Driven by emotions he didn't quite understand himself, Valtrude poked Yut's face with his finger. Light, gradual, bold at first.
"Ha."
I have no idea what's wrong.
Somewhere, isn't it getting weird?
I don't think so, but I didn't think that was bad either.
Eventually Valtrude pulled his fingers in and put his face much closer instead.
Easy sleeping yuut. Nature and love creep up from the back of my chest.
I stroked his dark hair and put his face even closer from the side.
Lips touch.
- On the brink of it, Yut woke up.
Sleeping characteristic of a decent eye. Time lag to understand reality. Decades until you chew the situation in front of you.
After it had passed, he opened his mouth in large part.
"When I woke up from a dream, my dream was going on"
"What were you dreaming about?"
"Let's say it again. I wonder if there was a happier reality when I woke up from a happy dream. What are you talking about, me? You can't wake up."
"Sometimes I don't think it's a bad idea."
"Really? By the way, what are you gonna do? Stop it?"
"No way."
Restore your mind and Valtrude will crush you.
Yut held his shoulder and indulged in that hot feeling as he woke up and out.
What interrupted the seemingly endless morning greeting was a cutely ringing belly bug.
So he turned back to me, and Yut assembled the shy Valtrude, and looked again at the hunger he claimed at that time, and now he is in the kitchen.
Advice, ingredients were prepared properly.
Newlywed leave lasts three days.
In the meantime, don't go outside. It's as if they're telling you.
"Come on, let me handle the cooking"
"Speaking of which, I don't remember Val cooking..."
As an adventurer - and I still intend to - Arcia was in charge of cooking. After that, even in charge of Alusia, we will shift to the spell of divinity.
Anyway, I've only seen wildlife around Valtrude.
"Don't worry. I already baked bread. Worst of all, you never starve."
"So don't you worry, can't you?
Actually, I wasn't worried about it, but the anxiety pushes me at once with that one word. Nevertheless, Yut also has culinary experience to the degree of cooking internship. I can't say strongly.
Still, "Doesn't it look like a newlywed to make a couple?" Though I suggested it, Valtrude tipped me over the neck. Apparently, the Brewers don't have that kind of custom.
(No, I don't know if it's in Japan too)
It will vary from time to time and from individual to individual, and no way I can even survey my parents. For this reason, Yut could only wait very long.
And about an hour.
In the space adjacent to the kitchen, probably to eat bribes, the newlyweds turned to each other. On the tabletop, dishes lined with new wives waving their arms.
"It looks normal"
"... in Yut, what positioning am I?"
"In my hometown, there is the word" suitable material "...
"I'm fine. I haven't put in any hidden flavors, and I haven't made any weird arrangements. I wanted to cook something I normally watch."
There was also a desire for Yut to eat his own dishes, but he told Arcia and Acorn that his mouth was sour and normal and good.
He should also thank his fiancées.
Start by dampening your tongue with the water you've been drawing in the well and reaching for bread.
A hard bread that prioritizes sunshine, but no problem if dipped in soup.
"Oh, delicious"
"You will, you will"
There is no denying the correction that it is a dish of hunger or beloved wife, but the potov-style soup is nourishing and fully satisfying.
It is adorable to have more meat and inconsistent vegetables.
Besides, on second thought, it's weirder to be anxious.
Speaking of other menus, such as large amounts of boiled eggs and sausages that are so well scorched. If you don't even get the fire reduction and cooking time wrong, you don't have to fail.
They both fully satisfy their young and flourishing appetites.
There was no such fantasy as a sweet honeymoon for the newlyweds.
But something that calms you down if it fills you up.
I'm staying here alone for the next three days. In the meantime, with this kind of dedication all along......
(I'll help you from night on. If it's about pasta, I can... should)
It was so determined yuut.
After a late breakfast, the two worked in exercise.
"Come on, Yut, come on. Don't be shy."
"I've never hesitated..."
He reluctantly slammed on to Valtrude, where he invited Yut in with his hands wide open. The distance between the two shrinks once and for all, and a tall sound of metal meets in the blue sky.
"It's good I aimed at your leg, but that's sweet. No power, no place, no speed."
"Don't be impotent."
A long sword (long sword) shot at the ankle of the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) was taken lightly.
It was also possible to squeeze, but it would be for the lecture not to do so.
"I guess it's because you've seen me and Exile fight, though. It's a sharper attack than a wizard."
"I don't feel praised"
"You should take it honestly."
Now, Valtrude attacks.
parietal, neck, chest.
He hunted down Yut, spreading an attack into a subtle steeple. I'm in a good mood, with my nose singing.
It's best to say that Yut is flattering in that attitude, but the truth is, he's not moving so badly.
Purely in terms of local power alone, it would be inferior to Alaina, but she should have the same skill compared to the cleric warriors of the Temple of Hellenonia.
But the local power also combines spiritual elements to become strength.
In that sense, Yut is still not ready to expose himself to the blade. Simply put, my hips are retreating. In addition, the assumption that I can't possibly use my sword properly.
That had become an element that could not demonstrate its strength.
Because of the opportunity, I was forced to pull out half the way to training, but overnight is unlikely to help.
If it's any goal, it's something else...
Even if you think about it that way, it won't hurt Yut's hand.
So we're going to hunt him down precisely, so it wasn't a hoard as far as he was concerned.
A few minutes later, there was a great mage lying constantly on the ground, breathing as well.
(Objective……?)
Something comes to mind, Valtrude doesn't think deeply, he mouths “carrots”.
"If you can take one from me, we'll go to the hot springs together after this..."
"Come on, next. Do you have a spell? There is, right?"
"It would be decided without"
I can feel the leopard swing, but, well, I'm not in a bad mood to be asked. Should I speak of two birds with one stone?
Thus, until the sun went down, the two joined their swords in the garden of the Hot Springs Inn.
When the two of us know about the meadow race (Magner), we'll be like, "What do newlyweds do!" And I think I'm going to start preaching, but there shouldn't be a problem because we seem to have entered the hot springs together.
For a while, you'll be able to send such a peaceful routine.
Yut thanked his companions, not God, for that.