Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

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"Thanks, Liddy"

"Hmm?"

When the two of us were back in the room, Fried said it was pompous.

Looking up next door, Fried looks at me with tender eyes.

"Thanks to Liddy, Father and Mother could have had the opportunity to have a discussion. I've never even been able to do that before. My father was grateful to Liddy for making this happen."

"... nothing, because I didn't want you to thank me"

"Yeah. Still. Because I appreciate it too. Thanks."

……

It felt like something serial. Even though I'm not good at this kind of atmosphere.

Trouble, Fried changed the subject for me.

"But I didn't know your mother was your father's connection. I understand, but I still doubt it."

I told Fried before, my guess that my mother-in-law was a connection to His Majesty.

From him, I guess it was just like a blue sky thunderbolt or something.

Still shaking my head.

"Hmm? I guess so. I think His Majesty's attitude was obvious."

"But it's because of your mother's attitude. I've been thinking about making up my father with my mother in that condition, and Liddy is amazing."

To Fried's words, I wonder if so.

Because I wanted to move because that attitude of my mother-in-law was what bothered me.

"Hmm. My mother-in-law did. Because you seemed lonely. I didn't mean it..."

"That's all I get, and this is how I put it together, so I really don't insult Liddy's ability to act. Well, you've just run away from me so many times."

"Well, that's enough talk, isn't it?... Well, it's thanks to Lord Hélène for all the tips he gave me that I could move this way. I'm not the only one."

Her secret for sneaking up on me. Word is that there are other people who like it.

That was what triggered it in the first place.

She says there's someone else she likes, and yet it's all the way.

From there I began to wonder if I might not have slept with the king.

'Cause you can't say all the way out there sleeping with your husband, the King, and you keep thinking of other people.

Thinking about it, there were a number of things that applied.

Firstly, that Master Hélène did not look tired at all.

It was strange that Master Hélène, who was not connected and did not possess physical recovery drugs, could not accept the king, who was as incestuous as Fried.

And what Master Helene has asked me.

She has said, "How many summonses are there a week," "Freshly attached lovers are different from each other," etc. If she had anything to do with the king, I think that's how she'd ask, "Isn't it hard to have an affair?" or "Are you in trouble with persistence every day?" like my mother-in-law. But the way Master Helene listened was as if even the first experiences were still intriguing for the ladies to ask. I didn't care what you thought.

Furthermore, I think this is decisive, but it has been served to my concubine for fifteen years.

in that she had no sense of sadness at all, even though she had never had children.

It's obvious if you think about it. I didn't do it, so there's no way I can have kids.

It can't be done, so there's no need to be depressed. I thought that's what I meant.

And why don't you get your hands on me while I marry you as my concubine?

The Wilhelm royalty is highly lusty. How can a king who does not hold his mother-in-law not come to a loving concubine who can lawfully lay his hands on him?

Isn't that because the king already has a connection and he's not strong except for that connection?

Fried also said. If you find a connection, the others don't look heterosexual.

I guess the king didn't see Master Hélène as a sexual object.

Because he had a stepmother who was a connection.

But for his mother-in-law, he signed a concubine agreement with Lady Helene.

To keep my mother-in-law from suffering any more.

I guess the king thought of becoming king too, but I don't think that choice is right.

Because my mother-in-law was hurt by marrying my concubine.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be jerking off my husband for a long time, fifteen years.

My mother-in-law did say it herself.

But that was still not my mother-in-law's true intent.

Wasn't that the word of the wife who tried her husband when she said, "I want you to marry my concubine"? I don't think so.

"I don't like you because I like you," the king said, which could have been the story.

If I hugged my mother-in-law by saying, "I don't need anything but you," maybe my mother-in-law wouldn't have gotten so stubborn. But in the end the king said nothing, married his concubine, and his mother-in-law chose to stay within. And I turned my back on my husband and my son.

"Mother-in-law, I hope you'll be a little honest."

When I sighed at my stepmother's stubbornness, I frowned at Fried as well.

"... I guess it's hard. Well, I think my father's going to try his best this time, so maybe we can work something out."

"Your Majesty?

"Yeah."

The nodded Fried gave him a look that reminded him of something.

"Before I brought you to the garden, I told my father what Liddy told me. My father didn't know. That if you don't tell me, it won't pass. I thought attitude was enough."

"Men are surprisingly a lot like that."

Freed is different though.

Because he kept telling me he liked me from the beginning of his encounter.

But if you hadn't told me, maybe I wouldn't have accepted him so quickly.

That's what Fried is right about. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know.

Oh, that's a little different.

Women are cowardly creatures, so I don't even know if it's okay to believe you won't tell me.

I don't care what they tell me to guess with attitude.

For the first time in my life, I wonder if I can believe it.

"Fried, love it"

"Hmm? What's the sudden matter?

Freed blinks at me for suddenly telling me love.

"Yeah. Think Fried's right. You have to tell me. You don't get it. That's why I said I like it."

"Oh, that's the story?

Fried who breaks his face saying he's good at it. He held me up with both hands just walking next door.

"Hia."

Keep it twirling and it turns. My eyes nearly turned and a pitiful scream leaked.

"Hey... Fried, don't turn around... hiaaaaah"

"I love you, Liddy"

"I know. Because I know...... how can you turn around?"

"Mood, huh?

Freed to put me down and chuckle. I feel sick when it comes to turning around in front of me.

"also...... already"

Fluffy underfoot flutters. Freed me like that, now he held me up in his arms.

"Your eyes will be turning. I'll take you back to your room."

"Well, whose fault is it..."

"It's me."

In a good mood, Fried walked out. Then I say.

"Liddy. I'm talking about an example, but I kept it to my father as promised. I got the acknowledgement, so maybe soon, but we'll get on with it?

"Really?"