Next Life

"I want to fuck you"

Marius suddenly said such a thing and stunned a woman other than Elle.

"Are you kidding me? Beh, in bed."

That's what Rovisa says as she lights up.

"Right. Licked around, rolled over, screamed."

"You be a little careful."

Marius put a scratch on Barra, who began to say something rash.

This wife, as usual, seems to have no shame.

"Oh, I am cautious in front of my lord but Marius."

Barra looked out of her mind and Marius had a headache.

I prefer to be discreet.

When she snaps like that, Barra hurries and squeezes her mouth.

As for the treatment of women, it became quite clear to me that it was Marius who did not need Elle's help.

"So, what do you do?

Sophia urges ahead.

"I can't believe I said it in order"

"Wait a minute. More than anything else, is it now?

"Yes, I protest!

It was Rovisa and Barra who panicked.

They are absolutely at rest because they are postpartum.

"I'm going to do it with you, too, but what?

Marius didn't forget that, so cut back immediately.

"Eh. Nothing then."

"Right. Unless you make us losers..."

My wives were killed instantly.

(I wouldn't be told what a figurine king would be if I could show you anything else about this move)

Emma puts a scratch only in her heart.

She remains a samurai with Rovisa.

That's why I can't say much to Marius, who became my husband's husband.

The name "figurine king" was not given in bad faith.

But it is true that it is dishonorable to Marius.

She was caught up in Elle's decision to pretend she didn't know that.

Elle and I have quite a relationship, and I intend to know more or less about the thought circuit.

(Why is she supposed to give priority to Master Marius above all...?

Doing nothing is more advantageous than the dishonor of being treated as a figurine.

In view of the current situation, I can say that it is indeed turning well beyond expectations.

Not to the extent that the ascent of displaced people without knowledge of their identity seems to be a ruler.

Marius is recognised as "no other than combat and night".

I wasn't being ridiculed, I was being looked at with familiarity.

(Is that the advantage...?

Emma also understands that humans who can do anything can easily be distanced.

She herself, and her husband, Rovisa, tended to do so.

I haven't had much of a problem with the princess and her samurai, but the king of one country would be in trouble to do so.

Is that why the belly-black succubus dares to leave it alone?

Because my husband is a beloved being of the people.

I think we can do more with that.

It's reasonable to assume that there are other reasons, but I have no idea what that is.

Elle is much better than Emma in cunning than she was.

If you're deciding she should leave you like that, maybe you shouldn't talk.

It's working.

Who can believe in the fulfilment of such things as the Kingdom of Touban including its predecessor's autonomy, which has not yet been a year since its birth?

At least from what the stranger sees, you must never know.

I can assure you so confidently.

It was Emma who Marius chose to be the first person to leave.

Feeling my husband's resentful gaze,

"Hey, me, huh?

About one person who doesn't read the air made a scene, but Emma is the best at it anyway.

(Duh, what do I do...?

He wanted to settle calmly and wandered unbelievably to be said to be a perfect samurai, etc.

As a matter of fact, she's never dated a man.

I don't even have date experience.

(Wow, I'm ahead of Master Rovisa... but against the decision of the king of one country)

I didn't really know what I was thinking myself.

(With that said, like that belly-black succubus was a rare surprise too? No, I'm the one most surprised...)

Grate, wander in front of the mirror, and take a deep breath over and over again.

"Master Emma?

The samurai look half suspicious and half worried.

Emma is also the daughter of a clean nobleman and the superior of the other samurai, so these are the times for Fu.

Although some of the continents destroyed by Tindalos did not seem to be.

"Uh, yeah."

Emma returns to me in the voice of the samurai and recalls her current position.

"Silver necklace on this watercoloured dress, then..."

Exactly my style is well established and even comes out, but I waited for it from the samurai.

"Dear Emma, that's the same as always"

"Now Master Emma is the star. You don't have to be Her Majesty's freshman, Lady Rowesa."

Yes, I'm the king's dater this time, so I have to be the star.

Emma was oblivious of the matter.

(Apparently far from normal mind......)

The usual Emma would never make a mistake.

… In the end, I will spend about half a day deciding on a costume.

The culprit, who rarely turned the sedentary calm samurai to the right and left, was dressed as usual.

I didn't take Emma lightly.

(Because the first time I get in the mood, there are eight later...)

Because I wasn't sure I would even think about Nine Streets.

Normally, it's something that makes a difference between a real wife and others, but Hate and Marius don't know its "normal".

No one pointed it out because Emma, who would otherwise be in a position to point it out, is causing confusion.

No, there's one more person who should be able to point it out.

(Master, do you know what that habit is?

He was Elle watching over the date at the end of the patrol.

It's about Marius, so it's likely you don't know, but I won't point it out.

You can't possibly wear extravagant clothes to a curing wife, date with money, etc.

For a moment, I thought that's why I just mentioned it, but Marius is unlikely to think that far.

You simply wanted to snuggle.

(It might be surprising in a way that you haven't thought about it but you don't have a bad hand...?

Elle evaluated her husband while analyzing herself.

"Thank you for waiting"

Emma rushes over to Marius, who is ahead of the rendezvous point, letting her breath out.

"Fine, I just got here."

That's what I said, I took out my handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Emma's forehead.

"Well, I hope so."

I know he's unconscious, but his rough breath is quite lustrous.

"I was in a hurry. Emma's face is beautiful and sexy, and I wonder if I got it"

"Oh, I don't care if you say so."

As Marius whispers subtly sweetly in her ear, Emma turns bright red, nagging and twitching.

"What the fuck are you guys snooping about in and out of heaven," he says, even if his resentful gaze is pointed at him, he soon realizes who he's dealing with.

And he said, "You, give me a little sneak," and he walks away from the spot early.

So far the ruler of a country that hits on the opposite sex so grandly in front of the public is nowhere between East and West now.

On the contrary, it is difficult to react as a people.

I would pretend not to notice if I were impatient......

Approaching her confused surroundings, Marius took Emma's hand and walked out.

"I've never seen Emma's blue dress before, but you look great"

"Oh, is that right? I'd rather have a more plain color..."

"No, no, they did have modest colors, but Hua's clothes look good enough. You dress well just because you're beautiful."

"Oh, thank you"

If you listen carefully, Marius is not specifically complimenting you.

But I didn't realize Emma was totally up.

Meanwhile, the belly-black succubus, who was sneaking around, is retreating because he felt heartburn.

"I figured if you're in a position like Emma, do you also need a sense of costume?

Emma nods coldly at Marius' inquiry.

"Yes, because it's also useful to see what the princess wears. I brushed it so desperately that if I hit it badly, it would embarrass the princess."

In the end, I was a little sorry to hear about this, but Marius, who was indifferent to the costume, showed a rare interest, so I respond with this fortune.

If you can get some attention to the costume because of this, it's Emma's big deal.

The garment artisans made with tanning and the servants in charge of costumes are having a sneaky day of crying.

I had a desire for them to be exposed to the light of day, too.

As I think about that during my date, I can tell you that Emma is of that nature.

Well, that's why Marius ate.

"I somehow know there's an inequality in samurai, too. Emma's one of the best samurai, isn't she?

"Right. For once, would you be next in line for the Chief of Staff and the Chief of Staff?"

I was hastily promoted to just a samurai to look after the king and his wife, but I don't speak of that.

Normally, a king of a country should not know about it.

But the king in front of him is out of common sense in every sense.

It was the surrounding conclusion that it would be better to do things differently if we did not force ourselves to apply them to common sense.

Because we have not yet made a fatal failure.

If you have committed a major failure, time must have been set aside to ignore your intentions and learn about something called a king.

After talking about scattered clothes and samurai, Emma finally remembered what to point out.

"Um, in public, please call me Emma and throw it away. The king of one kingdom calls upon every samurai, etc."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot."

Marius cheeks.

Then, the old habits came out.

"Emma."

"Yes."

Some kind of tickling air flows between us.

"Aema."

"Yes."

The two of us stare at each other and laugh dull.

"Emma."

"Yes."

I'm losing my giggles, and they smile.

"Emma, Emma, Emma"

"Yes, yes, yes"

"Something good."

When Marius says smudge, Emma nods loudly, too.

"Yes. I think I've finally moved on"

Others looked annoyingly at the two people holding hands, staring at each other and sharing their thoughts in the middle of the road.

But I can't complain because the other person is the king of this country.

Thus an annoying couple will continue to wield sweet air around them.