Marielle Clarac’s Engagement

In aristocratic marriages, age is not so important.

That the bride is old enough not to have a problem making money on her inheritance. That's about all they ask for. So I see as many separated edges of the year as my parents and children.

From that point of view, the nine-year-old difference between me and Mariel was not uncommon, and I didn't particularly care.

But as life averages about eighty years, it takes more than a tenth of that time. Considering that the difference might not have been trivial.

When I talk to Mariel, I often feel a difference in sensibility. Still in my twenties with me, I'm going to be young, but from a teenage girl's point of view, it would be my uncle. On the contrary, even with men my age, I may have lacked youth.

I don't play except when I meet Mariel, and I'm really oblivious to the public fashion, etc. All that's in my head is hard work in the Knights, the management of the territory, diplomacy in national politics, information on the situation in the countries and all that stubbornly slaughter. Even at the feast, I could hardly keep up with the topics exchanged among the young people. I have no idea or interest in being a popular actress or a singing princess or another lovely widow who boasts beauty. That being said, the superior officer said,

"You, what do you do when you're so dead that year"

And he turned to me with a frightened face. You're not young enough. You're conscious, but you're not dead. I just don't care about women other than my fiancée.

- But the relationship with that fiancée was a problem.

I'm not sure I'm having a great time being a lover even when I'm seeing Mariel. I often stuck with novels and sermons and didn't think they offered a pleasant conversation.

What does Mariel think of me like this?

For an eighteen-year-old, I was worried she wasn't a stubborn and boring opponent. I don't know how to entertain and please women. For now, a woman who nags a gift would be a minority, buying flowers, sweets, ornaments, etc., but I knew that maybe it wasn't that kind of behavior that I really needed.

Ever since I was engaged to Mariel, I've come to grieve over how boring I am. Even if I can do my job. Otherwise, I'm like an uninteresting man. I'm not attracted to being a person. I was praised by those around me for being competent, and I am ashamed that I was proud to say that it was quite useful. That's all I had. I couldn't help but be depressed knowing the fact that it wasn't even Roku.

But there's nothing I can do where I was stuffy and worried all by myself. Anything you don't know or don't master is better than being taught and worn. I decided to ask Mariel herself what to do and what action was required.

"- That's why you're going to feel sorry for me, but tell me. What do you want me to do? What is the dissatisfaction? I'd like to be as detailed and specific as possible."

Face to face with Mariel, honestly telling her what she thought and seeking answers, for some reason Mariel stuck silently on the chair. Her hair slips off her shoulders saggily and hides her face. I shuddered my back, trying so hard to keep my voice down.

"I know you're saying a silly thing, but you don't have to laugh so much. I'm serious about this."

"... no. I'm not laughing."

A trembling voice whispers my words. I really don't seem to be laughing. I remember this sound. Another, nasty hunch struck me from being laughed at.

Mariel woke himself up slowly. On the face I saw again, I know what I felt wasn't a mistake. Mariel's eyes were shining. I locked up another star, but it was so glittering. The cheeks are as red as ripe fruit, wielding joy from all over the body.

This is...

"I adore you!

... I felt something like a headache and held my temples to an indicative cry.

"Already, are you going to adore and kill people! How can you be so cute! It looks like a beautiful shape that looks so belly black, even though it's like a crook that seems to be turning the ruse under a smile! I can't believe you're good at a tight ploy, you're not competent, you're strong and cool, but you're pure, straight and clumsy in front of me... just the ultimate in adoration! I can't wait to see this drop! The Hidden Pure Side of the Livestock Belly Black Staff! This is the best. Welcome!!"

…………

I closed my eyes and sighed. It's no use saying anything here. It doesn't sound like Mariel right now. I just have to let one scream and wait for the excitement to calm down.

Again, I'm not sure what my young daughter thinks. No, is this not a matter of age, Mariel, but of the individual? But many sympathize because stories written in her hobby are supported by many readers. I can't empathize because I'm not young... I was in an indescribably complicated mood that seemed to be so, definitely different.

"... So, can I ask you an answer? What do you want from me? What should I do?"

Mariel said with a full grin when she asked again, anticipating the fit when she managed to settle down a little.

"Equip yourself with a whip!

"That's not what I'm asking!

"Can't you just take what you want! Master Simeon is clean, cool and belly-black, he's a chunk of adoration as it is, even if he doesn't do anything, but if you say greed, you want more livestock elements! I'd like to see you manipulate the whip and threaten His Highness and the Captain!

"Why those two!? There's no way you can!

Don't be silly, I accidentally yelled at you. What would a subordinate do if he threatened his superior officer or master? If you do that, I'm not talking about getting scolded.

"Uh, isn't it nice to be a shady powerful man or something? His Majesty didn't like it."

"Because it's not a good place. Because if you get that far, it's totally treason. 'Cause I'm treading across the line, reluctantly."

I ended up preaching as usual and ended up scolding Mariel. You want to have a more lovely conversation and please her, but it doesn't work out at all. I shouldn't be the only one to blame. I would argue that the majority of the responsibility lies with Mariel. Even I'm unfamiliar with women, and I know that's not a common reaction.

If you change her hopes, she'll certainly be happy and entertained. But there are demands that can be heard and demands that cannot be heard. Even if you can give up a hundred steps and let them hold a whip, there's no way you can do that, such as threaten someone else - your master.

... even though I just want to do something more, like normal lovers to each other.

But I don't know what to do "normal" I guess I still have a problem too......

"You think they're normal lovers? Don't you hate asking me that? You're just proud of your happiness."

A troubled mention, speaking to my best friend for twenty years as my lord, made me feel cold.

"I'm not thinking about that. I'm seriously worried."

"Then at least ask those who are singing love. Do you think you can achieve results by holding such consultations with the solo?"

"Don't you have a lot of romantic experience? It's almost a broken heart background."

"You still hate it!? This is why the one who accomplished his first love!

Outraged, His Highness roughly signed the paperwork at hand. I glance at what has been returned as a throw, and I show it to His Highness once again.

"You didn't look right through it, did you? Though I thought this part of you would point it out. You can leave this amount through, can't you?

"... if you know the deficiencies, fix them from the beginning!

His Highness's hand in trying to get it back, I turned away the paperwork.

"As for this one, I'd appreciate it if I could afford it. If you'll excuse me, I'll keep filing it with the Treasury."

"Wait. Then I'll take the complaint"

"Your Highness is responsible for confirmation and permission, so if you have any problems, it's natural to receive a complaint."

"You, I would have deliberately spoken cursorily to distract me!

"Terrible."

To my beloved lord, I answered with a smile.

"It's true that you're worried. Work is work and I'm just thinking about it. I added," Thank you, Your Highness. I was concerned that you might not have to check the documents I bring. "I appreciate your trust, but it's not the right decision. It is called neglect, and it can also cause injustice. As the next king, I ask you not to forget your responsibilities."

After I finished, I tore down the paperwork and gave the other, correctly stated, to His Highness.

His Royal Highness, received with a sinister face, now saw properly everything and slowly signed it.

"... If I showed Miss Mariel my current interaction, she would have been delighted. Don't worry, you guys look good enough."

I shrugged my shoulders at the mess of losing. I really hope so. Will Mariel be happy even with all these uninteresting sermons?

"I ask you seriously. You're not adorable either, seriously answer. Are you not dissatisfied with me? Don't you have hope that you want to do more of this or that you will"

Mariel answered me once again bumping the same question with no excitement this time.

"Really serious, man."

"I'm aware that it's not funny. That's why I wanted to hear what you really are."

"That's not what I said."

With a tickle of laughter, she takes a seat. He moved this way and slipped himself next to me.

"Master Simeon is interesting. Cool and cute, a little off sometimes. I'm not bored at all. I wonder what you're worried about."

"But..."

I feel plush in the confluence. I can't wait for my body to come softly, and my chest beats faster at its softness. I didn't know how to react and my face got more and more stiff. It would be a refreshing, intimidating look. I think so, but I couldn't do anything about it myself.

Oh, this is why I can't.

"What Simeon thinks about is a man who's used to women's opponents and plays well, right? Surely, people like that don't bore their opponents. You know how it is. But I doubt it will be trustworthy. People who are too used to playing are rather anxious. As a marriage partner, I'd rather avoid it."

"... well, some guys like that"

"Besides, a man like that never chooses me first. I know exactly who you're dealing with."

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I wondered what to say to Mariel. Honestly, I can't deny it. When it comes to talking about being exchanged among men, it's all about where the lady is beautiful but colorful. My daughter, as plain looking as Mariel, was set to be laughed at with her nose.

That's right. It depends on the guys singing about youth, and they're all more attracted to the outside than to the inside of a woman. If you're the one who gets married and leans in for life, you should put more emphasis on the inside. It may also be important to match personalities, property, etc., but above all, is it not our personal qualities that matter the most?

Mariel is unquestionably a freak, but he is also the owner of a gentle heart. Talk about it and you will find that there is surprisingly tea glamour and affection, and that it is only superficial to be individualistic and mediocre. What a lot of people who judge by their appearance and ignore it, even though it's something to be aware of if you just hang out with them a little bit. Before that, I don't even realize she exists. Just because it's how easy it is to bury, because it's good to simulate into a landscape, and because it's deliberately extinguishing its presence -... well, is there only some way? Mariel's abilities are a common level as an intelligence agent...

That's how Mariel observes the world. Maybe he's better at seeing people than anyone else. He seemed to think it didn't matter if he didn't have the edge, such as a man who only saw superficial things.

...... hmm? When I do, she likes me, does that mean I pass as her fiancée?

... No, what they like would be the effect of "adoration". Totally puzzling and unintentional about where I am belly black, but it seems to fit her taste.

But then you don't have to worry that you might be unhappy...?

"Dear Simeon"

Mariel's voice called me back to think. She smiled at me, remembering we were talking and looking down on me in the dark.

"Give me a hug"

"... Yes?

"Please hug me"

Saying, she turns her arms around my body more and hugs me. It seemed like there was no context, and I was confused.

"What's wrong?"

Ask, and I'll look up with a hug. The cheeks stained with a smile but seemingly illuminating shook my reason again.

- Cute. You're gonna be cute. This! Plain and everything, I assure you, is the cutest!

My sweet fiancée relentlessly attacked me, who had already wobbled inside but still managed to remain rational.

"You said you wanted me to. So please hold me. I have nothing else to ask of my lover."

…………

- Oh, would there be any more bliss?

I locked Mariel in my arm and cheeked on my exposed hair. Yummy. Plumpy. I wanted to praise myself for knowing and loving the fun and cuteness of finding Mariel's presence in the landscape. Well done. I found her. Even if it wasn't funny, he had eyes to find something worthwhile.

I thought it was ridiculous to worry about it anymore. Like His Highness said, I'm sure we'll be a good pair. Thus was the fate of leaning in.

... Yes, just happy.

I'm just satisfied that I'm doing this.

... but it should be.

"... Mariel, what are you doing"

I couldn't help but ask, remembering the strange feeling. Mariel's arm, stretched out to the fullest and turned to my back, is moving restlessly. A small hand wandering back and hips is obviously an intentional move, not wandering about where to put it. Touching it made me look at my physique.

"Um, I knew you were well trained, but if you turn your arms around like this, it's bigger than you expected. I can't reach it at all. Unexpectedly thick chest and disappointing around hips..."

"So what are you doing!?"

I accidentally let myself go of her for the behavior that made me want to say she was a crazy woman. But Mariel snapped at me not to miss me.

"Please stay still for a moment. I want to know what it feels like when we hug each other and how far our arms reach."

"Is that the interview!? Is that why you said you wanted me to hug you!?"

"'Cause you can't ask the other lords to do this. Your brother is a moat, so he wanted to know how the men who worked out responded. Oh, but it's not just the interview. It's also a favor as a lover, of course. Yeah, really."

I cried in my heart that there was no word that sounded so empty. Obviously I would add! The best reason would be just coverage!

"You're so tired of hugging me all the time. I'm more concerned about muscle aches than I am from time to time... I wonder if it would be interesting to have that kind of portrayal."

Not funny. Not funny at all.

I couldn't stop sighing. Making it, it seems silly that I was seriously worried.

My fiancée in my arms makes me think she's plain and non-existent, hiding a personality like no other. He's an extraordinary stranger, and he looks like he'll have fun anytime, anywhere.

No matter how boring a man I am, she is happy to find pleasure on her own. I guess I should be thankful for that rather than worried. Maybe that's all right. As it is, I guess we look good together.

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