Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Gashan, and the cracking sound of the vase sounded.

"A, Dear Adeira! Please calm down!

"Shut up!

A samurai who just recently came with Adeira shudders, but the master of this room - the next Marquise of Harkenberg Adeira - does not stop her arm shaking down the conditioner.

His face turns bright red and he vandalizes the room, shaking its fleshy arms.

"What! What, what, what!

She was furious with the hazelnut-colored eyes buried in the meat, shaking her gold-dyed hair of breast and screaming. Bitterness and windowsill tremble at the high volume emitted from the giant.

"Who the hell do you think you are? The next Marquis!?

"Dear Adeira......! It is dangerous to be walked near fragments. Please..."

"Shut up!"

Adeira drank sharply and silenced the samurai as she desperately tried to forgive her.

Only the color is white. When she teases her shoulders that way and puts blood up on her head, she hopes a thin strand of shoulder will eat into the meat, like a stewed bonless ham tomato.

but now that her husband Dietrich is vacating the mansion, there's no one else who can stop that angry simmering.

That's why Adeira walked around the room restlessly, simmering (giggling) frustration.

"Guys, guys, make fun of me...!

She didn't like it.

You used to propose enthusiastically, and Dietrich, who just left his wife alone and vacated the house at work.

"Claudia's leftover," says Emilia, who novels to the kind self she did by marrying him in the morning.

And the servants of the mansion who open their mouths and say, "Please apprentice Master Leonora".

(What, what! Give the jarri kid who grew up in Lower Town a big name for being Leonora. It's not even fair to compare a child with a child who has no learning and no products!

When Adeira stopped walking perfectly, she grabbed her wrapped red dress and stared at it seriously.

This is a bespoke item that was tailored to a familiar merchant while her husband was away. By the way, the golden thread was scattered and tailored into a luxurious dish that caught the eye.

Her favorite squire once told me, "It's a dress that only Adeira can wear".

Nevertheless, when Emilia saw Adeira at her breakfast table, she praised her eyebrows as if she had seen even a whore, and said:

There are no products, why don't you also learn Leonora and be more careful?

If it wasn't for Adeira's mistake, her gaze seemed to include a chilling mourning for her unhappy (mundane) daughter-in-law, who couldn't keep her husband at home. Thanks to this, Adeira felt completely disgusted in the morning, and the meal was feathered back into the room.

Everything feels that way these days.

Everyone praises the blushing girl - Adeira, who tends to vacate the mansion, has yet to meet face to face, but I'm sure she must be - for her flattery.

Do it. Beautiful, sober hearts, discreet? It's like a lady's book.

And also, as if the girl were the younger mistress of this mansion.

(Of this mansion, my young mistress, oh shit!

Adeira glanced at the void.

Put yourself down, and the girl shall not be held more.

She is a wonderful woman with a mature charm, better than a young girl who grew up in Lower Town.

(That's right. Mostly Kai, because how long will it be on that jarring kid)

The frustration stays intact and extends to your favorite former squire. But Adeira immediately shook that thick head and denied her own thoughts.

That kid is sweet.

So I'm sure you can't help but notice that, whether you're a lowlife person the girl doesn't deserve to serve.

(If so, I have to save Kai)

It is this next Marquise Adeira who breaks her heart even to her powerless followers.

She grinned contentedly at her ideas and circled her thoughts with a nail bite.

What can I do to show the difference in character between a girl who is beginning to be worshipped and herself when I do it, to wake everyone up, and to bring back a servant who is willing to be worshipped?

Eventually Adaira, who came to think of something, pulled up the edge of her mouth to speak to the maid, who was frightened and refrained from beside her.

"Pen and paper. - I'll write to Kai."

With a delightful future in mind, it was indeed like a pig to inflate the nostrils with tingling.

Light That

Frozen, Loose Sky Moon

Of the son of a man looking up.

a glimmer of gold falling in

"... hmm. of the moon and gold, contradictions…"

The girl was troubled.

Leaving his squire's prepared feather pen and notebook clutched to his right and left hand, respectively, wrinkles (wrinkles) around his adorable nose.

The side that drops your gaze is amazingly neat, and the hair spills off your shoulders as you lean down is a shine of sandalwood. My skin was white as white snow, my lips whining small about something and my smooth cheeks were like poor roses.

and just then, the wheels of the carriage play pebbles and shake slightly.

But to the point that it didn't even bother her her, she was so focused on the "work" in front of her.

"... when it comes to gold, it's usually the sun... but here again, it's gold, not ether... hmm..."

After a lot of silence, it seems that the girl eventually decided to equate the "golden shiatsu" (...). Stop the right hand that was pulling the horizontal line and lay down the pen.

"You've been very focused, Master Leonora"

A squire sitting in the seat across the street - Kai - called out, as he predicted the timing of the girl's breath.

"Poetry is great as a lady, but when you write in a carriage, you get drunk. Please, do as you wish."

"... Yes. Excuse me, Ky."

The girl dressed lightly and embarrassed shrugged her shoulders slightly.

Some of the poems I heard leaked were well-groomed and gave me a glimpse of the girl's excellent literature, but those tricks are still young children.

Kai smiled and watched his husband, who avoided the pen and notebook aside and looked out at the window so that he could rest his eyes.

(Master Leonora is versatile, but I can't believe you even have the talent for poetry. Literally, is it something to glorify the Spirit of Light? What a beautiful, faithful poem. I'm sure a sober heart naturally brings out words like that)

Nevertheless, I have to be responsible for stopping my husband, who is trying to immerse himself too much in everything. He also wanted to know the rest of the girl's spinning poetry, but with the self-control he was working out as a future deacon, Kai caught it all the time.

"Ugh..."

Meanwhile, the beautiful girl - speaking of Leo, the money-guarding boy with the face of

(I shouldn't, I just overstuffed the roots. It's my bad habit to get obsessed as soon as it comes to making money)

I was thinking about that, resting my eyes on the view of the car window.

Faith hearts are all dedicated to gold, Leo. He couldn't have sprung up feelings for the Spirit and spinning poetry.

Then why is he writing a poem or something?

That was because I was planning on hitting a mountain by writing lyrics for the opera.

What happened, three days ago.

By way of example, a personal transfer was made to the orphanage in the name of a donation, and a letter was sent to thank you.

Only on that day were letters from Hannah, who had always behaved in a way that was rare and foolish.

Damn, Bruno and his kids have grown a lot lately. He also said he was in trouble because poorly resembled boys and then flashy girls would push him around the orphanage all at once and make a noise around.

Anything, it seems that Bruno, who inadvertently became the "boss of the largest group in Richiert" because of the dust explosion caused by Lena, is inexplicably difficult to handle the dramatically increased number of children.

Although Bruno and the others are also on the run to see if they can increase the number of internal jobs they assign, unlike the children in the well-groomed Hannah orphanage, they can hardly arrange jobs because they are only capable of being loud and standing or decorating with makeup.

Leo flushed and read that far like any other HR, but there was something flashing there.

Large numbers. Loud voices. Makeup is flashy.

Can't we use this for some business?

For example - why don't you take advantage of them and create an opera troupe,.

Due to the lack of entertainment in the lower towns, where novels are also not circulated, spare people turn their feet under the singing princesses of the taverns and the bouncing of the streets.

Leo, who worked part-time at a tavern at one time, originally warmed his mind to see if he could somehow attack the business area there.

Hannah Orphanage was the majority of people who, although each one is a master of the arts, are radically undernumbered and prominently disliked, but not now. Look at me! And the children are waiting for them every day as they practice their vocalization. I had no hand in not using this.

In other words, Leo was trying to get his hands on Hannah's bailout and put his hands on a new business.

A whole lot of Leo if you're talking about making money.

I acted fast since I came up with the concept.

Specifically, he wrote to Hannah and asked the "bad kids" to educate him on sound, while he began to take away the favors of his friendly bridgeguard uncle and his brother-in-law in the tavern. It was all, under-prepared to conduct negotiations.

(The place, for one thing, asked the old man at the bridge guard to give up the space under the bridge girder... I really should have an opera theater, but well, you don't have a choice. So, the story thinks appropriately, and the music is to be made by a friendly bouncing brother, he said. The Negotiation Is Going To Be A Plenty - The Problem Is, Lyrics)

There are only two conditions for a successful opera that Leo thinks.

It is a song that makes me want to imitate and mumble with the presence of a singing princess.

(Well, the singing princess asks someone from "If I Do It, Flashy Girls" to do it, and then after all, the rest is the lyrics. based on the lyrics, so the song wakes up)

From the viewing audience with drunkenness, complicated story muscles and so on. Second, third next. Songs in your ears are what matters.

If possible, I'd like something to sing about. If it is seared by the population, the existence of the opera troupe will spread at once.

Luckily, Leo is confident in language. Especially if it's a golden hymn, it springs up like hot water.

Then I thought I'd make my own lyrics.

I never even heard of Leo himself, such as the opera where Kim is the main character, but what, there's no one in this world who doesn't like Kim. If you have tailored the gold coin to the hero, you will surely be able to perform a novel yet beloved act from everyone.

In an earlier poem, Leo intended to portray a dreamy appearance scene in which gold coins fell if he was looking up at the sky.

A little conceited, the point is that I described the glow of gold coins as "light" or "golden shiatsu".

(Tailor the lyrics first, have the subject song based on it, and instead of sample it, lure the blushing children in and at the same time solicit donations from the nobles - heh, super!

After all, business is the most enjoyable moment to be ventured.

As Leo was falling apart of his rapport with the snare, Kai, who was watching it, softly called out.

"Master Leonora, you look like you're having a lot of fun"

"Yes. Of course. Glimpse, I'm excited!

Nodding energetically, Kai narrowed his eyes and hammered him.

"If you look forward to seeing me so much, the Grand Mistress will be delighted."

"Huh? Yeah."

To Kai, Leo nodded vaguely, realizing that he now sees himself as a "granddaughter looking forward to seeing her grandmother".

Of course, I was looking forward to seeing the kind Emilia who would give me a penny, but with great fear, I only thought about making money.

(You should. Think about money again. Even though today is Emilia's birthday celebration)

Leo admonished himself with his heart and consciously switched his thoughts from making money.

Yes, when it comes to why they are in a carriage for the mansion, it was to celebrate Emilia celebrating her birthday today.

Since Claudia's "death," she had avoided doing most of the celebrations in the Harkenberg family, but this time Leonora was also found, and just on the Sabbath, so a letter came from Adeira asking if she would celebrate Emilia's birthday.

Besides, even the carriage and dress she arranged for me to "go ahead".

Remembering that meticulous care, Leo shrugged.

"Dear Adeira, you're very, very kind."

Dietrich, Claudia's eldest son, is said to be left behind.

I didn't know you were a chubby lady who would give me free carriages and free dresses, wondering who that wife was.

(When I was at the Mansion, I heard rumors about people like pigs, but I guess that meant they were fat)

Convinced so much, he told him he was looking forward to seeing him, but Kai, who was sitting across the street, hoisted his chin.

"What are you talking about! Leonora, you harass me like that...! Besides, it's impossible for a normal nerve owner to fake a meeting until it starts."

Kai said so because the "gift" that Adeira had come to her was a great blur.

Sent in the name of a dress is such a worn cloth old cloth that it should also be denoted as a piercing coat.

The elbows and knees were rubbed off and feathered across the board so much that if I wore them down, they would be.

What was arranged this morning for a carriage was a terrible substitute for a hole in the front and a torn seat, like where the hell did you bring it from?

Of course, the dress was replaced by what Kai had prepared just in case, and for the carriage, after having had a drink of the man in Adeira's plan, he hung up with the college and had a superior replacement car arranged.

And at that time, he was confessed by his shrinking lord that, in fact, the beginning time of the meeting was an hour earlier than what was being heard.

"I'm glad your conscience couldn't stand to come early, or more than that, because Master Leonora had been there an hour earlier in anticipation of the situation… Adeira's plan to tailor Master Leonora to the late seems clear"

Kai, who nearly embarrassed her husband at risk, was angry to help him with his impudence as well.

but the girl,

"Well, well."

and forgive me peacefully. The frown, just a little lower, seemed more perplexed by a squire who was unable to hide his frustration than angry.

"I won't tell you that. Going faster than I was taught, naturally. Besides, whatever it is, you arranged it for me, a dress, a carriage. Thank you, is that correct?

"Dear Leonora..."

For some reason, Leo leaned his neck against Kai, who was going to clog the words and look at this one.

(No, you're in business manners, aren't you? It starts at 9: 00, but come at 8: 00, like. Better than that, I can't believe you called me to a birthday party with a good free meal, and you prepared roadblocks and clothes, though. Isn't that a story)

Besides, unlike the pretentious and flickering dress that Emilia often gave me, the fabric was also sturdy, and the elbows and knees seemed to be as tight and easy to move. Feathering is a no-problem.

The shades are also light brown and ideal work clothes for Leo, who is kneeling and crawling all the time wondering if any copper coins or dizzying treasures have fallen. The femininity is very good, as are the designs that do not feel shards.

Apparently, a person named Adeira often seemed to foresee common hearts.

"Because I'm dirty. When, kneel, crawl, so you can, Dear Adeira, you thought. That dress, it's perfect for me."

Either that or it was Leo as much as I wanted to go on and use it for my room outfit.

Finally, the dress he was forwarding to the orphanage was also gently turned down as "no more" and he was just having trouble treating his clothes.

So at this point, it was Leo who tried to keep asking Emilia to give him old clothes from now on...

"Dear Leonora!

Kai took my hand and blocked me when I rode out.

"Don't say that! How could Leonora be dirty?

"Wow."

Stuck to close range by a squire with a bright red face, Leo pulled his jaw.

"No, because it's true..."

"Dear Leonora... Huh!

Kai's almond-shaped eyes moisturize. He could not forbid tears to a girl who was only trying to despise herself.

(I can't believe you take that for granted, even if you're unjustly harassed... His Royal Highness the Marquis and his wife, His Royal Highness the Crown Princess - Loved by so many people, yet Lady Leonora cannot abandon her awareness that she is the Son of Sin...!

My husband always behaves as if he had been tattered and not mistreated.

But the truth is, that heartbreak is so deeply rooted.

"Oh my goodness...... Huh!

Leo stared puzzled at his shoulder-trembling squire.

(Oh hey, why are you crying all of a sudden!?

As always, the aristocrats suddenly make their emotions expensive, so they get in trouble.

Leo, vulnerable to women and younger tears, whilst clumsily comforting Kai,

(Something... Dear Adeira or Dietrich, I hope he's a little more legitimate...)

I thought of that with a distant eye.