"How scary that must have been for Noah. I told him I'd let him see me, and if he couldn't listen to me, he'd beat me through the leg, and I couldn't move, but he said he'd force me to take him to his father."
"That's Noah. I thought you needed a father."
"It's a big favor for us. Can you still say something like that while keeping a secret detective woman close to the husband we needed and taking her away from us with some kind of color trick?
"That's... that's better...!
It's a good thing Noah said his father was important to him. You took your father from him. The Marquis made a tannic surface.
I could easily imagine the Marquis' attitude. Anton is serious and loyal to his work, but there was also a side of the horizon that was too narrow. There were times when some of us who worked under him made relocation wishes, and my sister, who was a side queen I wish Her Majesty had heard of her stupidity, laughed bitterly, "Because that one is too sturdy and demands that others, like myself, be able to do so in perfectionism".
"You're on your own. You probably found that serious husband hard to handle, didn't you? I may have tried to grab Noah and take her hostage to make her listen to us, but I hate you. He and we are already out of touch. He'll give it to you. Go ahead, do as you please."
To my strong remarks, the Marquis shook his shoulders in awe. Anton is already told by the Garant family owner that he will be cut off from the edge. That man will never be able to span the Garrant family's lair again. There is no such thing as hostages for our husbands who become others. My husband boiled, baked, and told me to like you there, Marquis Hattere told me to squeeze out the words.
"... May I? That woman is for Troy... even though you guys can keep it for a favor?
"Marquis Hattere. Did you see anything in your dream? Now you're in a barn. It's not a palace. You are being judged as a sinner. Depending on what you're saying, you know Miss Manon and the Clan Brotherhood are all going to be annoyed, right?
……
"Stop the epic dream story. Your statement now also sounds like that of those who are about to take over the Trojan country. Were you between trolls? Though I thought the Marquis of Hattere was a noble nobleman in my country, Lithuania?
Supporting a stinking trojan country, if you haven't just been pulled into the country by a trojan detective, and you're sticking your neck in the internal affairs of a trojan country? Why don't you worry about your neck? And, to put it, the Marquis was hazy as he woke up.
"I would ask you not to involve my son Noah in such a nagging dream story. If you still don't seem to wake up from your dreams, should I give you some guidance here and now?
……
When I opened my fan and hid my mouth, I said "Burn" towards the Marquis, imitating the gunshot.
"Goodbye."
The Marquis glanced.