My Husband, the Commander of Imperial Guards, Wants to Divorce Me, But I Don’t Want to Part With My Angelic Stepchild.

"This crow is not mine."

Manon said he didn't think it was funny to the other person's exploring eyes.

"Ouch. I, Noah, have done a terrible thing. When the crow caught me, I blushed and hit Noah."

"What? That's tough. Noah, are you hurt?

"It's a good idea."

"I'm not a bully. I hit the octopus so hard. I hope you didn't have a cobbler..."

"Mr. Noah. Come to my house. My house is right there. You'd better chill."

Not thinking of Manon's words, he felt swollen when he explored the stirring part of his head with his right hand. Then, without saying whether or not, he was taken into the mansion, a little off the square, with his hands drawn.

"Mr. Noah. Can't you handle that crow? Can you get it off my shoulder?

And they say after entering the front door. The ladies who welcomed him were surprised to see Noah's shoulder, which had been brought to him by his master and his lady, and were retreating. Few crows think they're horrible from their looks. It seemed like a natural reaction.

I know from Uncle Fion that Negro is smart, but I don't know if he would react to anything other than his uncle. But this seems to be harassing everyone in this mansion. I tried to say it under no circumstances.

"Negro. Down."

Negro rang kaa and went down to his feet.

"Well. Perhaps. This one. It's like you know what carrots say."

Manon was the only one who was purely impressed, starting with Manon's father, and the adults were smiling bitterly.

"Come on, Mr. Noah. This way. I'm sorry about our daughter. Somebody bring me something to cool my head off."

With that said, the Marquis Hattere urged him to come to the reception room. As Noah lowered her back to the recommended sofa, Negro stopped at her feet as she followed her hiccups. Manon parents and children sit in the opposite seat. That's where the samurai brought the treats and teapots she put on the wagon.

"Your father's in trouble. How's your mother?

"Yes, there is no change."

"Really? I think you were pretty shocked that you ran off, though?

"Um. How could you do that in a hattare way? I don't think we all know that yet, do we?

Somehow I realized that this man knew all about you and Anna in a way that would explore this side of the Marquis Hattere. I wonder how you know that. Because the Marquis knew, maybe the daughter Manon was also heard and knew.

From Manon's earlier apologies and attitudes, I thought Manon might have understood on that occasion that he was just admiring the word "calm down" and actually shouldn't be doing it. At that time, the gentle concubine would have been greatly surprised by her fury. Noah also felt scared at that time.

"The secret is to leak somewhere."

The Marquis said without looking bad. And I'm going to recommend the cake in front of me to change the subject.

"How about this cake? Our pastry chef is so skilled that he can't beat a palatial pastry chef, it's so delicious that his cheeks fall off. Enjoy it."

In front of me, Noah's favorite chiffon cake was on the plate. Plenty of raw cream on the fluffy sponge.

I took the plate in my hand and tried to stab the fork, and Negro came on my lap.