Marielle Clarac’s Engagement

Asil apologized for the sudden invitation.

"I've wanted to talk to you for a long time. It's always something he sticks around and glimpses with those scary eyes, so I can't get close enough. Even today's tea party would have definitely interrupted me if I'd let it happen earlier. There are men who treat their wives and fiancées as possessions and also place restrictions on their friendship, but apparently he has that mouth too. I thought he was a stubborn, stubborn man, but I didn't know he was bigoted by the old folks. You're a young girl, so you want to have more freedom, don't you think you're cramped?

A sweet-faced young man smiles and says brightly. There is no way to denounce or mock Simeon, even though it only slightly softens his grudge against him. Even though what you're saying is so spicy, it doesn't make you think you're slapping your pussy, it's a way of talking that doesn't offend the listening side. Mariel was impressed that she was pretty good in such an atmosphere as rattling her close friend and slapping him lightly. With regard to these arms, there is going to be more armament for Ashir than for Simeon.

Simeon basically doesn't speak ill of others, but he doesn't hesitate to back down about someone he doesn't like. I said it was grand without shade or sunshine, so it was an easy personality to buy objections. You're probably not good at imitating them just making their impressions bad, being careful not to make yourself a bad person. Mariel loves such public justice, but as a nobleman she must be said to be clumsy.

"That is not the case. Master Simeon is very generous and kind. Don't complain about my friends."

Mariel argued while being aware of how bright and light it was like a public story. Asil didn't even raise her eyebrows lightly, she didn't show her unpleasant face.

"Oh, yeah? It's a lot different from him I know, but it's a different impression from a woman."

Do you want to call it a fallen eye? Mariel smiled and flushed away, long wanting to argue further. This is a tea party seat. It's not nice to peel back and say it back.

I see the interaction between the two of them, and the women around me don't seem funny. I was just talking to Asil like this. I just buy objections. To bring the conversation back to the female side, Mariel looked down at the cup with her mouth shut pretending to be surprised.

"Well, this tea...... that's something that just started coming in from Gandhia these days. It should be a precious tea leaf that is still less handled and rarely spoken for. Besides, I hear it's hard to brew because of its unique crust, but it's very deliciously brewed. I can't imagine this kind of hospitality at a tea party, that's more than the Count Del Vancoule family."

Turning to Mrs. Sabine, she nodded with a slightly more complicated face, filled with satisfaction and unexpected thoughts. I guess I didn't think Mariel would notice.

"Yeah, I'm getting wholesale as a priority from a trader I know."

"Well, I'm jealous. After all, your usual relationship says something."

The ladies are changing their complexion. Apparently, Mariel was the only one who noticed. It is true that I said it was still a rare tea leaf, and because of this, I was about to end up unaware of the spectacle put up by Mrs. Sabine.

Thanks to Mariel's point, the value of the tea was finally passed on to everyone. That put Mrs. Sabine in a good mood. I couldn't decide what to do with Mariel, but I leaned in a favorable direction at once. She has been in conversation with the smile.

"You've noticed a lot, too. I wonder if the Frovals are buying it."

"No, I happen to have had this tea elsewhere."

You shouldn't stick around here. Mariel lightly denied it. I can even drink at the Frovel family, but I'll keep that to myself. You should give in now.

"I'm not a nobleman, but I like rare things, and you have connections in many ways. It happened to be something you met with me when you got the tea, so you let me drink it. I couldn't have brewed better."

Only at the end of the day tell a small lie. Turantur whores also have first-rate moves in how to brew tea, but it is also true that this tea is brewed well.

"Oh yeah. Yeah, and this is a little hard tea, isn't it? If you make a slight mistake in steaming time, it will make you stronger all at once. If it's brewed well, you can enjoy the deep flavor."

"Yeah, it's true! It's a very tasty cup of tea."

"This flavor, if you thought so, was still a new tea."

"No, I'm embarrassed. I kept my mouth shut because I thought it would be outdated to be surprised. I'm glad you honestly said it was unusual."

"I was wrong that I was the only one who thought it was unusual. I just thought you guys were obvious."

Don't be late, and the ladies whimper. Even I had realized that I was desperately in a vanity. It's not just a tea party for them, it's a dowry competition. If I undermine Mrs. Sabine's mood, she'll be kicked out of the bridesmaid candidate. I had to manage to regain my loss.

Seeing that, Mariel decided how to get out after this. How can we now behave and maintain a good relationship with the Del Vancoule family while preserving the Frober family's face? Can we at last distract the hostility of the ladies? I quickly calculated under a modest smile and opened my mouth again.

"Pamela's father is a man with a deep understanding of exotic culture. You must be familiar with different things from day to day in food culture."

"What? Yeah, yeah, right"

Suddenly he shifts his gaze from the nodding lady to the next one.

"I guess new information will always come in, as Corinne's home is also connected and has a wide range of relationships, both nationally and internationally"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sure."

Plus next door to the warrant lady.

"Dear brother Terez, that is the soldier who is on assignment to Gandia. I'm sure you can get a lot of rare things over there for a souvenir."

"Oh, yeah, well"

And to the last warrant lady, too.

"Lady Fransette must still be dressed in the latest fashion today. You naturally knew about this tea because it always incorporates the state of the art of fashion, and there's nothing you don't know about seasonal topics such as popular theatre and literature as well as dresses."

"Also, of course. I'm not supposed to know. Ho, ho, ho."

It's Mariel, who knows every bit of information. It was an easy help, such as defending them who wanted to make the decisions they were aware of.

The indoor air relaxed. The ladies, who managed to keep their faces open, realized that Mariel was not the enemy, and Mrs. Sabine did not want to destroy the atmosphere on the ground. His eyes turned even more favorably toward Mariel, who even distracted him from his impressions.

Marguerite was the only one with a white face, but she's so confused that she shouldn't wear an ass here. I quietly put sweets on and kept quiet.

"... yeah"

A small twinkle reaches Mariel's ear from next door. If I only turned my gaze, Asil looked at Mariel funny. I don't seem very interested in the struggle of my matchmaker, the ladies, or the mother who tries hard to cheer me up. Mariel felt that there was something sarcastic in her tender expression.

Apparently, he doesn't like who he's dealing with today. No, he wouldn't hate the beautiful ladies because he's the one who's flushed his floating name flashly. But he seemed dissatisfied with being pushed into marriage.

Do you still want to play undecided by one person, or is there something about being an out-of-the-box romantic and looking for someone destined for you?

That's why I don't want you to involve unrelated people. Mariel hid it in the cup and let it sneak up on her mouth. He finally invited Mariel to smash up this pageant. Mariel won't go straight to the conversation with her, even if she's just a matchmaker. He's the one you can piss off, and I don't care if Mariel's going to be flattered. It will also be a harassment of Simeon. Malicious mischief caught my eye just as a convenient ingredient.

How annoying. If you don't like the pageant, I want you to convince your mother on your own. I'm sorry to hear you imitate them like this.

If this is the case, I wish I hadn't tried my best to be fashionable. Maybe you should have come as plain as usual. It helped bounce Marguerite's aversion, but it is a thought for Asil. Totally misread, it was a failure. No matter how viable it is to observe human patterns, this is not a fun situation. I can't feel the adoration at all.

- Mother-in-law, what should I do in these cases?

Mariel asked Mrs Estelle to save her with all her heart. Ignoring the gaze from next door, the women continued to chat with each other, but for once the deceptive air could not stop them from gradually getting worse again. Use the information gathered to praise the ladies, appeal more enthusiastically than they do to what beauty they possess, and lift that each is a suitable bridesmaid candidate for the Delvan Cool family. But as she scoffed at Mariel's efforts like that, Achill was blind to them and stared only at Mariel. Even if you open your mouth from time to time and join the conversation, Mariel is the only person you talk to. Even so, Mariel was the only one who praised me for being familiar. This can't work. No matter what she said, Mariel gave up going in the right direction.

When it does, it's a runaway.

Anyway, let's get out of here. As long as Mariel is here, things will only get better if they get worse. We need to get away from Asil and restore the matchmaking seats to their original condition.

"Still, it's a really stunning garden. I can't believe how many flowers bloom this season."

Anticipating the timing, Mariel turned to the view outside. A beautifully molded garden extends beyond the sweeping window in the Lagrange style. It is true that it is a stunning view, even under the pretext of misery, which gave me a glimpse of just how wealthy and hobby it is.

"May I walk a little? Master Marguerite, can you show us?

Speak quickly to Marguerite to make sure Asil doesn't make a name for himself. Quicker than the person in question answered, Mrs Sabine agreed.

"Right, there you go. I hope you'll take this opportunity to interact with the profound Frovale family."

Don't let it bother you. Beat your daughter's ass with a glimmer of force and get her up. Mariel greeted the people on the spot, "Now if you'll excuse me a little," and went outside with Marguerite.

Take a distance from away and breathe in relief. Such Mariel gave me a snort with Hung.

"If you're my brother, I don't know if you've lost your mind. I can't believe I'm speaking to someone like a weed on the side of the road with no such luxury or luster. I wish I had chosen someone else."

Marguerite does not hesitate to turn her disdain because her mother's eyes are gone. Mariel also pulled out her shoulder strength and nodded loudly.

"Yeah, really. The garden is lovely this fall, but the tea seats were full of beauty and adoration, like a spring platter."

"Yes, why are you looking at someone like this when you say it's more tricky?"

"I am exactly a tampon on the side of the road. That's what Aurelia told me before."

"Tampo, huh? Even that's nagging enough...... oh, you mean your head is fuzzy and light and blows away in one breath. I see."

"Ma'am, I didn't have that idea! Nice, that! As for Aurelia, it meant the right weed to grow everywhere, but it's interesting to see what you mean!

"Don't be happy! I didn't praise you! I'm writing it down!?"

Mariel writes down her current words in a notebook she just spread out. It's not that I don't understand that they made fun of me, but whatever the vice, they took everything deliciously and hard as a story.

"That was so good right now, don't forget the memo"

"What do you want!? What's a memoir, even a record of flattery?

"Glamour? That's outrageous. I can only thank you for such a pleasant idea"

"What's so fun!? That's really blowing light-head!

I still can't keep up with this Nori to Marguerite, who doesn't know much about a person named Mariel. Miss Aurelia has gotten used to it a lot lately, so she can hang onto it and still talk, but not so quickly.

Marguerite turned her back on Mariel wondering if she could stay with a woman like this forever. I almost stepped out to leave her and go back alone, but stopped moving into the shape of someone approaching me.

Mariel also notices and stops the pen. I wonder if Asil will walk over here. I'm not with the ladies, I'm coming alone. That gaze was directed straight at Mariel, and the moment her eyes met Mariel couldn't stop her face from catching on.

"Brother."

"How about our garden, Miss Mariel. If you don't mind, let me show you around."

With a natural face, Asil calls out. The tea party seats that have been left behind will be a lot of things by now, and I don't even care at all. I thought of Mrs. Sabine's anger and it was Mariel whose face was increasingly frightening.

Marguerite, who was comparing the two, laughs with her nose. I have noticed the aim of Ashir with her. Maybe why Mariel wanted to leave the yard. Unlike her mother, she didn't care if the pageant failed to succeed, so she thought this situation was great for the mean to Mariel and decided to let her brother like it.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. I'll be back."

Mariel runs after Marguerite, who tries to walk away quickly under the pretense that she understands. I accidentally forgot to be polite and hugged her in the arm.

"What, I want to be with Master Marguerite!

"Hey, don't touch me like that. Your brother wants to talk to you."

"It's an honor, because as far as I'm concerned, I prefer Master Marguerite to Master Ashir. I can't resist this wonderful physical beauty and colour."

"Don't say anything disgusting! I have no taste in that hand!

"And the keen gaze of hostility bursts nicely! I love Villain Lady, who is different from Master Orelia in fun!

"Who's the villain? I hate you!

To Mariel, who was in a hurry to be less genuine, for a moment Asil turned her eyes round, but shook her shoulders and laughed.

"... what, you're a funny kid, not really what you look like. I'm getting really interested."

"It's nothing funny, she's an untold boring woman. Please go out with the beautiful ladies over there."

"You know what I mean, right? I'm not interested in such a pressed doll. I said no, but when I was a mother, I was forced to hang out with her. Then I asked you to come and smash him... maybe it was a good decision for me? It's a new type like never before. I really want to know more about you."

"Then please wait until you marry Master Simeon"

Remind me that I'm already engaged, Mariel says. But I knew that beforehand, and Asil didn't go through with it.

"Even you should know a lot of guys. I guess you've never even dated a guy until you got engaged, huh? You should have as much experience as you can tell if such a tough stonehead is really good."

"I don't really have any social experience, but people have seen a lot. Master Simeon is a wonderful person who I truly respect and trust. There's nothing wrong with that."

He said, "I don't know anybody around here."

I'm being pushed by more and more impending acyls, and if I realize it, I'm being hunted down by garden trees on my back. Reliant Marguerite is also shaking off Mariel and watching slightly beside her. Hands next to his face, hazelnut eyes packing further distance. No way, are you going to abandon this impudent imitation? There was a sweat on Mariel's forehead.

"... please don't make a bad joke. Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of woman who cares enough to hang out with such a joke."

"You can try and see if it's a joke. It's okay, just stay still."

Brown hair shines brightly through the day. The imminent face is truly beautiful, and the seductive incense is also felt. Few women would be happy to be forced to do so. But it worked exactly the opposite for Mariel. Surprisingly enough myself, I don't even get the slightest glimpse into this situation. I even feel terrified. I wanted to scream no more and escape.

"Damn, don't come any closer. If you don't mind..."

"Do you have to?

To Asil, who laughs at her leisure, Mariel must look up and say away.

"You will tell Master Sabine about your secret relationship with Baroness Morvan!

――!?

To an unexpected counterattack, Asil stops moving. Surprisingly changed his complexion, he gazed at his glasses daughter in his arms.

Poke that gap, plus Mariel recruits.

"What could it be, even for your husband's baron! And let's also expose that you are dating both the famous Sult Marquis and Dormier Count Orders for being unfriendly!

"Become..."

Asil swallows the word "why". None of them were supposed to stand around well enough to be known to people, and I never thought they'd bring it up here.

"More with Viscount Emmer..."

"Wow!

I won't stop. Block Mariel's mouth with my hands. Marguerite opened her mouth in surprise.

"Ugh!

"Hey, shut up! What the hell are you talking about?!? Where did you start talking like that..."

"Mm-hmm!

Mariel and Asil in a hurry to shut him up. A swift breeze slashed into the sight of a training ground.

"Pushing women in with force isn't how gentlemen behave. I'd like you to leave my fiancée."

Three people on the spot turn to the Lord of their voices at the same time. When he arrived, a young man stood in a white Kingsguard uniform.

From the back of his glasses, his watery eyes peeled and he looked sharply at the acyl. Put your hands gently on the hipster and show that you can pull it out at any time. If I really pulled it out, Ashir's neck would leave his torso in an instant. Of course I couldn't possibly imitate that, but I was making it so compelling that I didn't think it was strange.

Mariel's eyes glistened at Simeon's appearance, then rumbled at relief. Power fell out of Asil's hand.

"You... what are you doing here"

Apparently, a butler who had guided Simeon looked in trouble behind his back. I look at the young lady (...). Ashir went away from Mariel once again and confronted Simeon with his chest outstretched.

"Isn't that the kind of gesture that lacks gratitude to push without a promise? This is a guest in the middle of a tea party. You're in trouble if you don't hesitate."

It's a lot to be able to say back in vain to a killer who can hit you decently. It was clear to everyone's eyes that his hips were pulling, but he jerked Simeon back willingly.

"Yes, you heard it was a tea party. I didn't think I'd come across anything like this."

Naturally, Simeon cuts back cold.

"Is this the hospitality of the Del Vancoule family? You need to be mindful when an unmarried woman accepts an invitation. Keep an eye out for acquaintances."

"Nah..."

"No, no, there is no annihilation!

"No! That's, uh, just kidding! I was just playing!

Deacon and Marguerite pinch each other in the mouth and try hard to get away with it. Marguerite, who was sidelined just because of her disgust with Mariel, finally realized the first of things here. Yes, there is a Frober family behind Mariel. Whatever they did, I had no choice but to cry and fall asleep, I shouldn't have fooled around with the daughter of a powerless house.

Marguerite walked over to Simeon and looked up with her eyes containing felicitation.

"Because she's such a cute thing, your brother totally likes it. While the two of us were hanging out, we got on with it. But you're right, it wasn't a prudent gesture because of how much you felt."

Pretend to elucidate and lie properly. Do you want me to crack into my relationship with Simeon, letting Mariel think that she was also showing favor with Ashir? Mariel, who watched, was impressed by her ability to even do such a calculation in this situation.

"Let's go back away now. Your mother is waiting for you. Please join Simeon at the Tea Party. We welcome you."

Show off your subtle, rich chest as you gently nod to Simeon's arms. It only turned out to remind the physical beauty that she had absolute confidence in the constant nailing of the men's gaze, but that some of them were unshakeable.

Pushing Marguerite back to the point of not being abusive, Simeon said no.

"I'm sorry, I'm here to pick up my fiancée. Mariel, there you are."

Soften your voice a little and reach out to Mariel. I doubt why Simeon would have picked him up, even though it wasn't such a promise, but a greater relief than that engulfed Mariel.

A big hand directed at me and a gentle voice. You have to keep an eye on me. I know once again how comforting that is. Running over and wanting to jump into his chest, Mariel walked gracefully like a lady past Asil's side.

If you lay your hands on Simeon's hand and look up, you will get a nod back. I can't wait to be happy with the plush that wraps my hands around it. If it wasn't in public, we'd be holding each other more boldly. Mariel lowered her gaze softly to suppress her thoughts.

"Um, no, I just needed it. I'm not apologizing for your rudeness, and please have a cup of tea."

"Because of this, it's a waste of time. It was a precious half-day vacation that His Highness and the Captain allowed, and my fiancée and I rushed back to want to be amazing. I'm sorry she left halfway too, but can you laugh and drop each other off because it's the only thing like this?"

Simeon tells Marguerite, who tries hard to eat down, that he is surprisingly soggy. Oh well, Mariel rounded her eyes. The white face I looked up again is flat as usual. I suppose it's an attachment to Ashir to investigate, but it just made me think it was serious, and if I cared about it, I could say something like this.

Marguerite, who has been slaying Mariel, and Asil, who has a nasty face. Silently and diligently suppressed as the butler sweats cold next to the two of them. Simeon scowls at Mariel when he meets such people.

Mariel, who took one breath, briefly greeted her resignation and walked away with him.