Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

'Martha, I'm sorry, but your stay is going to be a little longer than I thought.

If you ask me for something to eat, could you tell me?

Fall Day dropped a fishing bottle - in that condition, I thought I could worship a beautiful cedary sunset, after four and a half hours (thirty minutes), the territory of Robrow, where the valley is a specialty, was totally about to begin the fall night long.

One deacon runs around the mansion to take care of a sudden guest, "without using a woman's servant." Because there are few men and there must not be a coarse phase.

More liaison officers - Deacons will not be caught so as to tell them that the guest's stay is likely to be extended.

(Nothing, excuse me if I go directly to the kitchen)

After there was a separation between the staff of the Determined Army and the story, to be honest, I was just a little concerned about Martha, the daughter with the deputy number.

At the usual pace, I immediately changed my mind and went to the kitchen myself to tell him that the addition of the meal, which was initially just for today, had increased for a few days.

The tall lord blinked lightly as he peered through the kitchen entrance, which remained open during busy hours, along with his leopard and gray-haired head.

Out of the blue, I can see too few people - rather than too few.

Because the flirtatious Lordship of Robrow flirted in the kitchen in a way that was unintentional, even to his employer.

″ Don't let this one come at work! ″

And when he came forward even though he was flown, there were at least five servants.

Now it was just Martha cooking and the recently hired kitchen apprentice girl to help with it.

(Oh? Are there enough people to cook dinner?.

Well, with Martha's handiwork and command, there wouldn't be enough help for one person...)

The cooking desk provided in the middle of the kitchen was well separated from the one where the dish, which would only be served, would give hot air and the one where the cold air would also be served.

Martha apparently was working on the sauce to be used to finish.

He can't seem to take his eyes off the pan, and only the kitchen apprentice girl looks up at the tall man who suddenly shows up.

Pean also stares at the little kitchen apprentice little girl.

They stared at each other and Pean smiled and showed them.

So, the first day I was hired, the gentle and stern butler youth told me, "Sir" - I remember the look and characteristics of the lord.

"Tall, gray hair is noticeable in your hair - most importantly, you're always wearing the" flirtatious "vibe."

When the butler told me, I thought she was an unusual lord, but there was an "event" and the presence of Peen Vinegar was supposed to make her very nervous.

"Ri, lord!, ah!!

A kitchen apprentice who recently walked into the Mansion and wouldn't go anywhere else just in the kitchen to work was also supposed to see the "physical" of the owner of the mansion and the territory for the first time.

Suddenly, the kitchen apprentice, so good as a girl, is so surprised at the employer's appearance that he drops a large plate to serve the dishes that he had in his hands.

"- Calm down!

Unexpectedly Krull Martha looks back and a tonne of freshly falling dishes are taken on the side of the kitchen apprenticeship on a pair of boots.

'Oh, thank you, Mr. Martha!

The sauce's seemed to be safe, and the fire was falling.

After confirming it, the second serial number, in a fleshy but gentle motion, was brilliantly taking the dish dropped by the kitchen apprentice with the back of his foot in shoes.

"Oh, brilliant!

In a agile move, the employer, honestly touched by Martha, who prevented the big plate from breaking, applauds with great applause.

"This, apprentice! Don't be bossy, take the plate off my feet!, bring it to a place to disinfect!, rewash!.

Come on, don't downgrade this dish to a servant!.

And ask someone to keep the same VIP plates in the kitchen!.

If you don't hurry, the food will get cold!

Martha treats such a praiseworthy lord as if he were not, and gives instructions to the acne and the apprentice.

Apprenticeships also know that their employers are long-haired men.

However, in the kitchen, I honestly obeyed the assistant sister (ah) because there was no way I could go against her now that she was buying out for guests with more long-lasting numbers.

'Ha, yes, I understand. Mr Martha!'

The apprentice's daughter, rather hastily, retrieves a large plate from Martha's feet and tries to leave the kitchen to disinfect it.

I saw the lord still at the entrance to that kitchen - with a slightly frightened look on his face.

- Excuse me, my lord.

After saying no so in the voice of a servant who had just learned and was about to disappear, he held a large plate and the kitchen apprentice went out for a small run.

Sometimes I see things like "weirdos", but I've never seen a pean behave like that before from someone who has never shown what I call "scary" parts.

(- What, it looked like he was frightened?)

But Pean doesn't remember doing anything in particular to the kitchen apprentice, and he still doesn't remember seeing his face.

The long-time deputy number of the relationship looked like he could tell what he was thinking just by looking at the lord's face.

So I'm going to explain the details of "Scared" while the kitchen apprentice prepares the dishes that I can do my job.

"They said," Free time, "and the guest maids and other ladies scattered the new servants." The lord gave the servants free time on a whim, threatening to take the job away! "

As much as the lord who heard the story seemed deliberate even to himself, he raised his eyebrows high and showed them and expressed his surprise with his voice and expression.

The cook, who seemed to blow up unexpectedly at the Lord's obsession, but was also “ at work ”, managed to indulge.

But a flirtatious lord who doesn't miss the fact that the cook is about to laugh launches a chase.

'Oh, that's so heartfelt to be said.

If he occasionally showed a tough side as a lord, he said it was whimsical, etc.

I mean it all the time. "

'Don't make me laugh at work anymore, lord.

You'll laugh and lose your strength.

I drop every pot on the floor and smash every dish I cook in a mood for a corner customer. "

With that said, I reply as I steadily serve it up and go.

Martha laughed bitterly at, but cleverly used vegetable chopsticks to take the dish out of the pan, behind the blurry language, the serving of the dish was a delicate thing cared for to the point of color decoration.

Although it is not a hobby area, it is also made with great care by peans interested in art, and it has been conveyed that the mind of the maker is hidden.

(- Martha may have a good mouth for prestige and purity, but I guess she's really a gentle character who can take care of the details)

I guess this cook also really has it in his prestigious attitude to let him lurk in his overly fine breasts so that he doesn't publicly belittle the position of a stranger lord and sage.

(My dear Karin is probably close to Martha, like the opposite, because she notices such a delicate part)

Even as the employer thinks about it, the vice chair of the lord's mansion carefully decorates and serves the dishes.

And it seemed like the guest's share was finished first.

'All right, I got it. I'll have the sauce served right before you eat it. "

With a clean cloth towel, call on the spiritual stone for transmission lumped on the wall as you wipe your hands.

"Mr. Rock!, Mr. Rock! Are you okay now?

After a little noise, the butler's voice returns.

Around the first time I can hear a small voice, "Now if you'll excuse me," and say no, apparently Rock is with one of the guests.

Yes, I'm sorry about the bedmaking, so I'm just out of time.

The voice was very calm, and Peane could have guessed that Rock was in the room with Angletham, who had turned to me alone.

The butler, who could not be found when he searched, also seemed to have done what the maid was supposed to do in the room, as the Lord had said.

'The customer's dinner is finished, so carry it.

It might be a little early, but it would be easier to talk to each other while eating.

Surely the meals are good to set up so we can eat together, right?

When Martha called that to the spiritual stone for transmission, Angletham's voice, "Thank you," was heard with a sense of hearing from afar.

Martha, don't let the customers hear you.

The butler tells him like he was in trouble, but he heard Anglecomb laughing, so he stopped saying Rock's words, coughing a little bit and tightening his feelings.

But we don't shy away from friendly synchronization.

"And retrieve" Sir ".

Even though I'm understaffed, I've been told a lot of weird things just now.

I can't wait if they laugh at me and ruin my cooking!

- Sir, if "Dear Alsen" wanted to come here alone and asked me to pick him up and I thought you weren't in the study, you still needed him in the kitchen.

The deacon's voice came to his first impression with a frightened nuance, but it was felt and taken by the wise man that it contained both a firm worry and relief.

(Bad for Gloriosa, but I guess his absence also still includes a little relief)

I listened to voices that I felt this way before, when I fell ill after typing too much into research a few years ago, since I slept all three days.

But even though I didn't get sick this time, I still can't wipe my worries because I'm at this rate and I'm dependent on the "Lord".

(Again, don't feel the color of dependence on me is getting stronger after meeting Gloriosa)

However, the way I was talking to Angletham, which I heard before that, I could tell even beyond the tools of transmission where I felt very fit.

(- Gloriosa and Anglecomb, I feel like I can grow more control over Rock's emotions than I do now if I use them successfully)

'Hey, it's fun to make mistakes, yeah.

The protagonists of sad stories like this, I guess they enjoy it. '

With his mouth he makes bright light voices and jokes as he sounds dark and heavy in his belly.

If Locke had been on the spot, he would have noticed Lord Robrow looking completely different on the outside and inside.

(Conveying tools for exchanging information just in words is a convenient and convenient piece of paper.)

When you don't want people to understand how you feel on this side, it helps a lot, but you lack the strength for what you want to know about them.

(Well, if you want to talk about something important, do you mean face to face, not just your voice?)

Okay. I'll be right there, Martha. "

With that in mind, Lord Robrow apparently decided that he was going to be "reclaimed" by the butler.

When the voice of the transmission heard from the spiritual stone expires, the Guest's voice is "You are stained with each other's care-giving guts." The pean should not have been heard.

This is how some spiritual stones connect and communicate with the room and individuals, so it's not surprising that Lobo Lords, Pean and Rock, the butler, have it, but the rampant Lords stick that they don't like it because it's bound.

It's just that Lord Robrow is running away, but he's not irresponsible, so he was bound to represent himself at times of wonder and importance.

Perhaps at first, casually, it's a chair reserved for Gloriosa, who helps with the kitchen when she seems free.

I found that the cook's daughter wanted to take care of the memories she had made, although she didn't know how many thoughts she was sending to Gloriosa.

(- Later, suppose we talk after we settle down)

'Oh, then I won't bother to put out a chair, let's not sit down anymore.

Rock will be here soon, and I've been lacking exercise lately, so let's just stand. '

To deliberately deviate from that, I said that to the deputy number, who is now choosing a drinking vessel.

- Yeah, well, I don't mind if the lord does.

In the end, Pean moved and put his back on and put his arms around the kitchen entrance, which was fixed to open.

Then he leaves scared earlier, looking in the direction the apprentice girl ran and went, asking him to switch stories.

'But I have to do something about my apprentice daughter's fright at me earlier.

I will take up my work at random like this, it would be a great pity to have an image of a frightened lord, even if it were me. "

Martha looked back with a smile at the words "tea eyes".

"Since when did you switch from a flirtatious lover to a tea eye, lord?.

Besides, I think there's more to Mr. Locke's mood than what the lord would have done to wipe his fright. "

"Rock's in the mood?

Martha explains to the lord without turning a blind eye while placing a meal for two guests on the trolley and dishes to separate them.

'To be honest, so am I. When I got out of the study, the lord was... "Robrow lord Pean Vinegar," right?

Martha's words weren't meant to explain exactly what, but I could see what she was trying to say to Pean.

″ Never behave in such a way as to be a disgrace to the Vinegar family, lest it be shown to Lord Angletham Padrick.

- Don't let my face get dirty with that kind of mud any more. "

I have a consciousness that I have become quite hypertensive, even if I use a little witchcraft "The Spirit of Word".

(But after that, I changed my mind about "Balsam", so it felt pretty shattered.)

But there's no reason to know what happened after that, because neither Rock nor Martha had left the study.

Perhaps both the butler and the cook are dragging that image as Lordship Robrow.

But the cook, who was both prestigious and courageous, went to his place of calm - how he went back to the kitchen and regained his normal self.

And what came to the kitchen was the usual Robrow lord Pean Vinegar as far as Martha knew.

So the cook found out that his lord would never behave like a study then, so Martha was able to deal with him at his usual rate.

"My lord is, he's a stranger, but he's kind, he's forgiving, and most importantly, he's smart.

Although most other territories suffer from strange policies put in place by the state, the ratio is lighter in Robrow.

Whenever we hear rumors of other territories not being good, the inhabitants are thankful that they can live in this territory and Lord Pean Vinegar.

And such a lord. Mr. Rock has more respect than anyone. '

Apparently, Martha stops her hand and stares at the employer standing at the kitchen entrance.

'If that lord -' sir '- said clearly that he was angry that far, albeit on the shape, and gave him time, the butler would do it thoroughly.

I was in the kitchen with the chief and Mr. Locke when he told me he was free, but in the butler's clerk's office, which is quite far away, I'm sure he's free, so much so that the maids could hear me gang up. '

I slowly pushed the trolley with the meal on it and came towards the entrance, stopping in front of the pean.

Martha is not making any criticisms or accusations, but for once, she will make sure Rock isn't here before continuing the conversation.

'But - if I saw Mr. Locke, a genuinely angry butler, I guess he was shapeless.

The sound of gangsters and dogs barking suddenly stopped perfectly.

So the apprentice child earlier worried that something might have happened, and when I tried to get out of the kitchen, I was given some free time by the maid - a line of former maids came back from Mr. Rock's place.

Unluckily, he blew in something that threatened a newbie who didn't know anything.

Because it seemed like a lot of things were said about Mr. Locke.

I told you not to be truly affected, but you must have been a little affected. '

After saying that much, Martha looked around again.

'Nevertheless, Mr. Locke is not too late.

"Sir," if it's a retrieval, I think it's gonna come super fast. "

"You wouldn't have to be so bad"

Pean raises his eyebrows and says, but if I tried it on Martha, I would still have to prepare a meal for the lord's family and servants, and I wouldn't be able to stand by the employer who comes flirting in his spare time.

'And the apprentice brings a plate, but it's taking a while.

I may carry the food, but it may cause rubbing again. '

Martha looks up to her tall employer and she just laughs bitterly, so even she doesn't have a crush on Angletham, she somehow figured she should refrain from taking it to a colored man's guest.

"I'd like you to eat it before it cools down."

Martha put him in the trolley, looking at the dinners covering the covers.

'Well, the apprentice has fewer people, so maybe he won't get caught if he wants to ask.

What do you mean by reduced tenacity?

If you're Rock, maybe you made out with Karin, who came back from around "Greeting".

So, maybe he's baking care of you '

The sun went down, so it wasn't strange to come back.

"-" Mr. Glow, "do you say hello around?

Now that we're alone, I don't mind if it's under the real name Gloriosa, but Martha asked about Lord Robrow's guest, who is famous for his phony name and directional tone deafness.

"Oh, Anglecomb didn't admit he'd stay for a few days, but I still have to go home to someone who's waiting for me."

As obvious as possible, Pean said.

- You're right.

Within such a conversation, mild footsteps come into my ear.

"Oh, apprentice is the best, not rock"

A kitchen apprentice girl was rushing back, where Pean had left earlier for a new large plate at the end of that gaze.

I hold the new large plate as if I were holding a baby.

"Mr. Martha! Deacon asked for a message."

Within still distance, the girl opens her walking mouth and begins reporting to her senior.

'Here, calm down! We have a lord!

But strangely enough, the kitchen apprentice girl was frightened against the "lord of lords" earlier, and the dust was gone.

"Excuse me."

He stopped with his legs aligned in front of his deputy and lord, and the kitchen apprentice girl carefully bowed her head.

So, what's the message?

"Yes, I disinfected the dishes, and then I was on my way to ask someone for a new dish, Master Glow Bubaldia, and my wife needed it back.

So the butler on his way to the kitchen was supposed to meet him on the spot. "

Apparently, what Pean was thinking was a hit.

"It seems that the butler wondered that I wasn't in the kitchen at this busy time as a kitchen apprentice,

"Is something wrong?

She asked me, so I told her that I needed another plate because of my carelessness.

If you do.

Then I'll help you take out the dishes if you tell me where they are.

And Master Glow told me that he was going to help me find a plate, and he also took a plate. '

The kitchen apprentice stares at the large plate he holds, and continues to tell the story and message in a bright voice.

As far as the pean looked at the plate, the large plate was certainly something that had been left in a high place, so it seemed difficult to take it out even if the other servants had found it.

(Oh, yeah. It was the one I helped with the cleaning before)

Dishes are also household property, and those of high value become property.

Regardless of the dishes that Rock, the butler, uses on a daily basis, he is in a position to grasp high-end dishes such as those used by guests, so he inspects and maintains them once a month.

At the time of the previous inspection, Pean also helped and remembered because he had lost his memory.

'Deacon says he'll be here after he takes care of his wife who went out.

So Master Glow stayed in the guest's room where he was today. "

He wanted me to tell him, "Sorry I'm late."

"Well, are you gonna be late?"

Listening to the kitchen apprentice girl, she stared at the dish Martha was able to cook and unfortunately grumbled so.

'- Then I'll take it. Then the food didn't cool down and it was just fine for me to ask Anglecomb something'

When Pean suggested so, she also seemed hesitant to carry the dishes to the guests by the lord herself, not trapped by the mould, to the boulders.

"Glori, you didn't seem to be good at being tough on Glow or Alsen.

I think it would be better if I left out the hard work of eating manners and had them eaten. "

As he reworded the guest's name, he unwrapped the arm he was putting together and put his hands on top by the side of the trolley with a meal for two away from the kitchen entrance.

'That could be true...

I kind of felt like Mr. Rock and Mr. Glow were paying attention. '

Locke has trouble being polite for sure.

However, since I want it to be "butler's job", I don't feel averse to it even if it is noted, but the stubbornness is still brought in.

Even if it had been a long time since I had dined with a friend, if I were to stay as a guest of the lord, I would have needed to be “ superior ” to the entertainment side if I were to be in this mansion.

Therefore, it is reasonable for a deacon, who can be considered a shadow of a lord, to take care of two guests.

As more than reasonable hospitality, Martha was also wondering if it would be all right if the lord, the head of the land, would entertain her.

Having perceived the atmosphere she was convinced of, Pean begins the journey by cleverly balancing the trolley with one hand while her feelings remain unchanged and the butler does not visit this place.

'Well, then, that's the thing.

Tell Rock that I'll keep all of them when it comes to guest entertainment, so he can make up for what the maid missed and recruit again tomorrow.

"Don't forget to add that this is the order of Lobo Lord Pean Vinegar."

Without looking back, a faithful butler leaves a word firmly lying on the line so that he cannot fail to obey orders.

"And also, at the servants' dinner, tell me about the selfish Lord, the magnificent stupidity with the prestigious Mistress cook".

I'll bring the dishes after the meal.

Rock can have a warm cup of tea brewed from Martha after dinner and relax from the bottom of his heart!

And, the last one rhetorical like a theatrical villain, and then the lord even remembered that Angletham had "something I forgot to ask" before the butler arrived.

The trolley is further advanced without even hearing from the cook because the purpose of the trolley has been achieved.

Martha laughs bitterly at the slightly more forceful behavior of Pean, but does not stop.

(Well, no one's in trouble, and you can do it if you don't feel bad about it, right, Rock?)

There seems to have been too many today, including the cooks and maids who were given leisure time, headed by deacons to the servants of the Lords' Mansion in many ways.

The maid got into a big fight over who carried the tea beautifully from the outside, and the butler praised it and the cook was to do the kind of work he was asked to and never would.

Later, when the cook was experiencing a chest ache he'd never felt before when "Glow Bubaldia" left the land in the kitchen, the butler had something really sword-sharing going on in the courtyard.

At the end of the day, the window glass in the lord's room was broken, and he was cared to remove the seat of discussion with the butler, which caused his emotions to shake more than he thought.

(- Shall I not hesitate to sweeten once in a while, even though the lord cares for me)

When Martha exhales from her nose and tries to pull out her shoulders and return to the kitchen, a voice rises from someone other than the cook and lord.

'- Oh, uh, lord!. Sorry for your rude attitude earlier!

'Hmm?'

'Hmm??

Both the lord who unintentionally pushed the trolley and the cook who was about to return to the kitchen stopped and stared at the kitchen apprentice little girl holding a large plate.

From the two adults, while looked at strangely, the kitchen apprentice girl opened her mouth mightily, not sure if she was apprenticing a senior.

"Master Glow noticed that I was very nervous with the butler earlier.

So, he listened to me while he helped me take out the big plate, and then he told me.

Master Glow told me plainly why the lord suddenly gave his senior maids time, while he took the plate.

The customer who became Glow's friend did something that really annoyed him, so he just did what he had to do if he was in the position of lord.

I'm not taking my job away from people to the dark clouds, so don't worry. '

The kitchen apprentice girl, who is just a little nervous, said that early, holding a large plate.

'So I apologize for being so rude for frightening you on your own!

The girl, a kitchen apprentice with a large plate, bows her head deeply to a lord who was slightly more distant.

(I guess these places are also charismas that attract people from Gloriosa)

It seems like a big mess, and I suppress the most important thing to keep, connect nature with people and master people's minds.

"Never mind, I haven't moved into the dark clouds, but it was an instruction I couldn't help but take that way."

Pean said just that, glancing at the rear of his head lowering, smiling from the kitchen apprentice girl in a flanking fashion, and headed to the guest who would wait for dinner.

'And so can you tell me what' is indispensable to Angletham in living his daily life '?

"I want to send Rock what he needs for his day to day gratitude." That's what I thought, and I was going to give Anglecomb some advice, but I forgot that the story that started it took longer than I thought.

Pean also listens to the story spoken by the Determined Army staff more than he thought, and asks again earlier remembering that “ Anglecam had something to ask ”.

Heat the reheated soup with a medium, handy handle, then pour the pean onto the soup dish and leave it on the tea table to be used instead of the table.

The disc-shaped table is small, but it was in good shape size for the two of us to eat.

'With that said, you forgot to answer even though I was being asked, too.

I'm sorry, I've had a lot of stories dated, and I've had questions answered. '

I can't even tell Gloriosa, but talking to a wise man and weeping was tantamount to gradually accepting a goodbye from his companions and digesting the punk (grasp) of the heart that was in Angletham.

So Angletham also thinks that he wants to answer Pean's question carefully, which has removed years of punks.

'But think about it, there's quite a few things you care about, so I'll think about it for a second'

While successfully using the cookware named "Shisha", Angletham replied while serving the rice in a bowl, cooking the root vegetables and chicken that would be the local dish of this robeau with stock.

Beautiful readers themselves have read grains called Rice in their books, but for the first time in their lives, they see a real thing cooked as food.

The grain that resembles wheat that of "inene" that has been removed from the grain, and the grain that has been removed from the grain, is further refined and the bran is removed, and the grain is cooked in a washing kettle with water.

Today's rice is boiled with seasoning, but the original color is white grains and the freshly cooked is sticky, which also made me interesting to hear Pean explain.

(You did say that my father said that a distant McGaffin farm was taking it from the east on an experimental basis)

Today, apparently, Anglecomb was also listening to the story of Ine, which Lord Robrow tells us, thinking in his chest that the wise man apparently remembers his farming homeland more often than not.

"The bread isn't bad either, but I'm sexier this way from about half way over the thirty.

And it's not bad to use for preserved food.

Sometimes the wheat runs from winter to spring, and the inee runs from spring to autumn, so the finances are cramped, but the inhabitants are not in trouble for what they eat.

However, when it comes to wheat, it's a field, and when it's inne, it changes its name to a field. How does this work?

Is it because of a man named Sage who confines himself to such a place?

Since some of the agricultural matters can be answered, Anglecomb had a smooth answer to what Lord Robrow was going to talk about.

What was surprising was that the Lords themselves were not so much involved in agriculture, but rather in the farming of the Territory in academic terms.

They are giving out their wisdom only if the people ask them to do so when they need academic knowledge of biological matters and weather.

While we were talking about the development of other diseases and insect-resistant varieties, and drugs using only natural substances, the dinner schedule for two guests was in order.

"Anglecomb ~, I forgot to bring you a change of clothes, take it!

Shortly after the end of the shift, Gloriosa's voice is heard from the bathroom toward Anglecam.

Angletham wrinkles between his eyebrows after being smashed of the atmosphere he was seriously talking about, but Pean laughed normally feeling like he was looking at an arm-white child.

"Don't even prepare it again, go to the bathroom!.

Where do you keep your change of clothes!?

Angletham lifts his voice up to his best friend by placing a letter in a barrel that finishes serving grain local dishes.

Listening to Gloriosa reply from the bathroom, Angletham sighs grandly, complaining but taking care of her.

Gloriosa, returning from around her farewell greeting, says the last person she went to today was Robrow's nursery.

Fortunately, the children were spared from being invited to play with the mud because of the care of the Lordship Lady and the guidance of the head of the nursery, but they were pulled around scatterly and the big body of the figure was climbed.

The Lady Lordship watched the guests and children play dynamically with some harrassment.

However, I heard from the nursery leaders that my husband, "Lord Pean Vinegar", had occasionally come to me with patience, and I was supposed to blink again and again quite violently, even more lightly, as children.

"Goodbye greeting," he said politely and plainly, and when he told them he was leaving this robrow just now, the children would open their little mouths round and pocan.

Perhaps when Gloriosa told her that she would not know if she would come to this land any longer, it was quite easy for the gods to see that the children cried at once.

I cried woefully, and a few nasty kids slapped me in the head with pokapoka, but I stayed.

When the nursery leaders managed to forgive me and the kids gradually settled down, that's how the hair that Karin was getting fixed up for was once again stunningly messed up.

I had it fixed easily before I left, but Gloriosa, who was being played relentlessly, looked broken overall, and somewhere depressed and sinking from crying from her child.

Potty and explained to me by my best friend who came back to the room that way, “ I am familiar with how to handle Gloriosa ” Anglecam says, “ Come in the bath with the most opening! ”.

Gloriosa was also going straight to the bathroom, honestly, without saying whether or not.

And while the depressed Gloriosa was in the bath, the lord and the guest were in charge of dinner in the condition that the pean had brought the meal.

"- Uh, refreshed."

The "recommendation" of his best friend, who is familiar with the handling, was apparently accurate and his expression was depressing, but Gloriosa, raised from the bath, from what Lord Robrow had seen, it seemed largely dispelled.

Gloriosa, coming out of the bathroom, with her hair down, her trousers and feet wearing only indoor footwear made of skin and wood, and her upper body wearing nothing.

From behind, Angletham comes out with a towel in his hand with a wrinkle still carved between his eyebrows.

(If the disarmed Angletham is to be likened to a caretaker literary youth - what about Gloriosa?)

Looking at the two young men still having some kind of exchange, Pean was thinking about that.

But when Anglecam came out, the analogy didn't come out smoothly for Gloriosa.

In a sense, Gloriosa Sunflower is only Gloriosa Sunflower.

- "There is no substitute for the role of a person named Gloriosa" in this world.

(Even if there are those who can replace their best friend who can handle the most heinous weapon, are there any that can replace Gloriosa only?)

So I narrow my eyes once, and now I think of a woman with purple eyes I've never met.

("Now it's")

"Wear your jacket quickly, Gloriosa.

It's not in the tent of the resistance, is it?

Anglecam blushes when she realizes that the lord she cares for is looking at herself and her best friend with a gentle smile like she sees a child.

I didn't even tell my belly brother so loud, but I kept my mouth shut to my best friend who could take care of him.

'It would be nothing better because we're bastards.

Besides, if I wear it now, my hair's gonna get wet, right?

If Gloriosa lifts the end of the long dark hair she's putting down saying that, the drops fall.

- Then wipe your hair!, Trenia worries, even if she just hears about catching a cold when she returns.

Oh, come here already!

Wearing the towel he had in his hand on the dark hair of Ba and Gloriosa, Anglecam was beginning to wipe his head with gassi.

'I am so so so so so!!!

Ignore Gloriosa's screaming voice, too, and use her fingertips cleverly and with a towel Anglecam carefully wipes her friend's scalp.

(- You're starting to feel kind of like Lord Sage knows what it means to compare Gloriosa to a big dog)

As the stray guide also wrote, I politely wipe my best friend's hair up to the tip of his hair, a vibrant creature that is certainly black furry.

Gloriosa was feeling a little like turning her eyes, but if she shook her head left and right hard with a blurb and exhaled heavily, her feelings seemed calm.

But correctly, the look looks like a water-slipping dog, and endangering Angletham can hold his mouth back from speaking out and about to laugh.

The droplets didn't fly at all, partly thanks to Anglecam's careful blow-up, or even if Gloriosa's long dark hair could shake left or right.

'- It's already a pain in the ass, cut your hair?. ″ Jakin ″ and'

Gloriosa expressed the scissor movement as if she were imitating a crab with her fingers on both hands.

Seeing such a child dyed best friend move, as soon as he plays with the child, it fits the child, so Anglecam circles the towel that wiped up his friend's hair and shakes his neck to the side.

'You must be joking, but don't tell me to cut my hair.

Come on, it's a meal prepared by Lord Robrow at the corner himself.

If you don't take it before it cools down, you'll be rude.

And I wiped your hair, so tie it together easily and get your jacket on quickly. '

As my best friend told me, with strings that I love still damp and easy to wrap up, Gloriosa ties together and wears clothes.

'If you can talk while eating, you should.

Our subordinate number is our friend and the dishes we made for that friend.

Anglecomb, let me get you a towel, I'll clean it up '

'Thank you.

Gloriosa finally stretches that far, too, and I'm not saying I want to cut it lightly.

I told you that the ritual of crowning in this country stipulates that you still need to have long hair.

If you want to cut your hair, make yourself king, convince the Pope to amend the law in a way that the people will be convinced to do, then let him acknowledge it and then cut it. '

When he heard a story that seemed too far ahead of the young men of the Determined Army, the wise man opened his mouth with his eyes round the boulder as he threw the towel he had received into the strip cage by the entrance.

"Is Gloriosa and Angletham thinking that much and putting their hair up?"

"Fair enough."

That's what Pean asked, and Anglecam's beautiful green eyes blinked when Gloriosa answered.

(Gloriosa began to grow her hair when Julian left the deciding army.

Probably his, "Statement of Determination."

I'm dating, by the way)

In general, if you look at it, you can't help but think about it for calculation, but if you try Gloriosa, it will mean "that much thinking".

'All right, that's the first amendment I'll make to the law.

Only the guy who wants to stretch, just stretch his hair!

Gloriosa sat in a chair somewhere, slapping herself in the leg with a bassin and saying that happily enough.

"- Anglecomb.

If your best friend, the Temple of God, is not careful, the first amendment to Dawn's law that really made him king can be about hair. "

Gloriosa refers to the momentum of a sage who always looks forward to pulling out a person's liver in a flirtatious way and throwing the liver far away with his strong shoulders.

In addition to that, if you normally ask, even if you can't help being received as a dignified calculation, if what Gloriosa said, it has the power to make you feel the power that makes you wonder and really real.

(Sure, if this makes you feel "courageous" - you might have no choice but to get more motivated)

It's not a bad thing to get on with the words of someone with charisma and gain momentum, but it would have been laborious to calm down the courage that has sprung up in Russia and ask for cooperation once again.

The staff member, who would have done that effort calmly, now sighs small,

"It will use me, the priest, and eventually Trenia to make a stop"

That's what Angletham answered and took his seat.

"Well, let's have it."

"Whoa, you just said you liked me for dinner."

Guests greet each other before they eat, and then they get their hands on the meal.

Lord Robrow was watching as the cook poured tea for himself into the cup he had prepared for us, watching the guests' meals.

"That, Anglecomb, you can use" chopsticks "?

In contrast to Gloriosa, who uses it in an irresistible way, Anglecum had picked one of the stews in the dish and carried it to his mouth.

'That kind of gloriosa is supposed to be visiting this land two weeks before me, but what is it with its chopsticks?

You're just so busy, you're not performing any chopstick functions at all.

Turning it into chapsticks in the middle of a meal means an attack, and it makes an uncomfortable impression on everyone around you. '

(Apparently, the General Staff is also in a position to study manners and instruct Lord Leader)

Gloriosa also follows a special victory.

"Nobody coached you?

Angletham said it strangely.

I had heard that people living in ″ Robrow's territory are not conservative ″, but their best friends are just as quick as fools to crack with people.

It's about as much as saying hello around, and most importantly, it looks like the most unraveling thing in this realm is the Lord's Hall, which seems clever in the use of these chopsticks.

You simply didn't get a chance.

Just the glance that Chilari and Anglecomb pull over, the wise man who figured out what he was going to say, "That's the idea," he explains, after raising his mouth angle to something like that.

'Oh, I'm sorry. If it's true, you're my guest, so I guess I should have told you.

But since I met Gloriosa, I've had a little work to put together, and I've had a lot of meals carried to Rock and eaten by myself.

With Gloriosa, even if we had tea, we only had a chance to have a meal together, like a rice ball that we had in hand when we met. "

He answers that and then brings in one of the chairs he keeps in the corner of the room, sits down and mouths his own brewed tea.

"No, I do two incompatible professions alone, Lord Robrow and the Wise.

Sometimes when I'm busy, sometimes when I have overlapping business. '

The head-turning staff thought of Karin, the Lordship Lady, the next seemingly gentle sage's deep hall, but she would probably dine with her own children.

And when I talked to the lord, he also told me that there was something loud about men and women.

I also thought of the butler, "Rock you," but if you think after hearing about his inner circumstances earlier, it couldn't have been a relationship that these two teach and ask Gloriosa to teach.

(Oh, so how was your daughter?)

"Never mind, sir. Robrow's people are conservative, but basically they all like to take care of you."

Angletham recalls Martha, a cook who is also a caregiver and who apparently has a crush on Gloriosa.

Whatever the world might say if she had had the opportunity to eat with us, Anglecam thinks she would be relentless in mentoring Gloriosa.

"Did you and Martha not get a chance to have dinner together?

Or is Martha being trampled on?

Not only was she a daughter with good prestige, but she was also the kind of girl around her head, so maybe if she was around enough to be told May about men and women, she would have been honest and separate according to her internship when it came to eating.

Asking Gloriosa, Angletham also thinks about it.

'No, either way, I guess I was just eating with Martha.

In the beginning, he taught me how to use chopsticks like Anglecomb quite harshly, but I stopped saying much after we got along.

If I eat it like it tastes good to you, that's fine. '

Gloriosa replied, observing how Anglecam's chopsticks were held, challenging her to pick the stew while mimicking it diligently.

"-" Since we got along. "

Stopping the chopsticks for a moment, Mizu stared a little at her best friend, but her best friend was happily carrying the stewed potato grabbed with chopsticks into her mouth.

"Really?"

Martha must really like Gloriosa.

″ It looks delicious to eat, that's fine. "

When I started the resistance, I remember hearing my best friend, who started taking care of everyone's meals, say something similar.

- The culinary duty of the determinants was, initially, alternated equally.

But everyone's taste preferences fell apart,

cooking devastating dishes (Gloriosa Sunflower),

Extremely flavored (Julian Zaheto),

Too much qualities (Anglecomb Padrick).

When I was only here for a month, the men realized that only Trenia was able to make a satisfactory meal.

″ Even in an orphanage, when it's obvious because I was cooking children's rice, is it obvious? ″

"- What is our dish that hasn't made that" obvious "?"

"Is my dish not good?"

I also miss that Julian and Angletham, who were still in the deciding army, had such a conversation and took the form of through when it came to Gloriosa's cooking.

The fact that you must not insult the diet, which is also the foundation of the balance between mind and body, which is indispensable for living, is also a matter of thinking about the beauty of staff since that time.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to entrust Trenia with the full power of the meal, but then I couldn't tell her because I also felt like she would be the only one to be burdened.

Just tell Julian not to think about cooking in front of her so that Trenia doesn't notice you can read people's minds.

Julian lightly undertook to me that he figured out that he didn't want to increase the burden only on one of his companions, Trenia, because he was a clever, distracted and above all kind man.

As for Gloriosa, Trenia had told me that she thought of the idea of "I wish it was Trenia's dish every day" every meal from the beginning, so I left it there.

Making Gloriosa work poorly will lead to digging graves.

The men's cuisine is pitiful now, but it will surely take a very long time to finish the targeted “ national pacification ”.

I wouldn't say like Trenia during that long time, but I was also thinking that we should wait until then because any of those dishes would be available to the men as well.

It's a very time-consuming thing, and although it's a goal that I intend to do, I couldn't even say enough about the staff at that time.

In the meantime, "wait for our cooking arm to improve" as it is.

When Anglecomb decided on his mind to go through that way, he was somewhat talked to by Trenia, who made a simple platform that he could carry with him by the river, put a lavatory on top of it, assembled the water, and cleaned up the meal together.

Don't think about cooking in front of her so that Trenia doesn't notice you can read people's minds.

Since it was something I had told myself, Anglecomb thought not about cooking, but about the anecdotes of constellations I used to read, but the witch who could read my mind spoke at this time in a casual manner.

″ Hey Anglecomb, maybe it's a good idea to be equal, but why don't you take the form of fairness when it comes to cooking? "

Even though I wasn't thinking about it, when they said that while looking up with purple gentle eyes, I stayed, but Anglecam's heart had a feeling of nature and 'gratitude'.

(Shit, I shouldn't!)

When she thought so and blinked her green eyes violently, Trenia narrows her purple eyes and laughs gently.

″ Sorry for the unintentional blow.

But when all Anglecomb carries his hard work, Bal worries. "

A mind readable witch uses a force she doesn't normally reluctantly use when it comes to anglecams.

The fact that people who are beautiful, but cold-blooded and said in their hometown villages are serious, patient, and always care about people.

Only a young girl named Balsam, Gloriosa's niece, who could read her mind and fell in love with Angletham at first sight, knew about it.

When it comes to Gloriosa and Julian, they are really the ones who are breaking their bellies, so they are exchanging words straight, but if anyone in the company had patience, Angletham would have been patient.

And the best friends who anticipated the patience were "Don't Dress Up" and "Idiot" in order to save Anglecomb's grievances, and by pissing him off and putting his grievances in his mouth, they had made him dissolve.

Only those two people can keep Anglecomb from stressing out in that way, but because of that, in interpersonal relationships, it equals no stress on the Determined Army Staff.

However, the stress accumulated in the daily life of eating dishes that were not unsavory meant that women who had scattered their children's likes and dislikes would be seen through just observing them, even if they did not read their minds.

"I can't help but think that Gloriosa can't do something clever to hide the inside of her chest, and I know that Anglecam and Julian care not to think with their hearts, right?"

- Does that mean you were out in the atmosphere, in the expression, even if it didn't occur to your mind?.

Since there was no choice but to fix it now, Anglecomb admitted it softly and finally asked the cause of the failure he had made.

Trenia smiled gently again at her usual attitude of serious questioning.

″ Well, Julian was brilliantly clear, but Angletham was perfect when Gloriosa was cooking, and only when Julian wasn't into his taste.

And then, during my cooking, I said, "Is Trenia okay with all my preferences?" I had a hard time laughing.

But it's Gloriosa's devastation, or my cooking duty after the flavor that has too much Julian's one-sidedness, so you made it into a quality, didn't you?

Thanks for your attention. ”

Thank you, as soon as you say a word, Anglecam's body is overflowing with emotions that look familiar.

- No, think about that balance, right?

Angletham thinks to hide the boiling lights, even though he knows it's useless to ask someone named Trenia to just look for a word to fix it.

That was just like a child who was praised by his mother and did the lighting concealment, but it was a really complicated emotion for a man who had never had that experience with his adoptive mother either.

Leaving behind that seemingly complicated staff member, he continues his words as he cleans up his meals with crisp and accustomed manners.

″ To make a daily meal, first think about your budget, then think about nutrition, and then think about flavoring so you don't get tired of it.

To be honest, if you're going to do it every day, it's really a burden, right?

So if you turn it into a rotation every four days and give it only the amount and minutes, then you just have to think about it, it's a personalized gathering, including me, and there's no way the food will be worn...

Yes, wipe the anglecam dishes ″

Let's just do our job now, cut off the water and Trenia gives Angletham the carefully washed wooden dishes without asking questions about things like that.

Since it will be a life of great mobility, all dishes are carefully maintained using wood objects that are difficult to crack.

Angletham is honest according to words, as he wipes the dishes, Trenia goes on to say more while calling the Spirit of the Wind to dry the dishes reasonably well, taking out the olive oil to be used to finish after drying.

″ I wonder if it would be a good thing for someone who can do well at first to assist someone who doesn't like it.

It's going to take a hell of a lot of time for that ″ fool-like strong favorite ″ to be king. "

A soft, gentle breeze blows between the two of us cleaning up our meals.

Placing the dishes wiped up on the simplified table, Angletham waited for Trenia's words.

″ As Anglecomb thinks, if you took the time, I think devastating dishes, extreme ones, would all be quite decent dishes.

But then I feel like I'm going to spend too much time waiting for you to be decent.

Then isn't it efficient for someone who can do it, like I just did, to assist someone who doesn't like you? "

Now using words that Angletham might prefer, Trenia suggests a change in the way she does culinary duty.

Open the lid of a bottle containing olive oil and drape it into a moderately dry wooden dish thanks to the Spirit of the Wind.

Carefully, Trenia imprints it on the dishes.

"Though it will be repeated with the same contents, we have to cook because of the balance, the cost of ingredients and, in our case, the amount of water we can use.

It's a big deal, isn't it?

But if you try it on me, it doesn't seem very different from what we're doing to make peace. "

- Same, is it?.

Angletham also thinks it's hard to offer food every day, but when people say it's the same activity that can sometimes be a battle for life, it doesn't really fall apart.

"There's no choice. Because it's a difference in values.

I told you, "Try it on me."

With her heart picked up and read crisply, Trenia smiled as she painted the olive oil into the dish with pleasure.

Then put your arms together and spin the wooden spoon like a conductor stick, twirling and continuing further.

″ These things are easier to understand - no, I guess it was "easy to accept".

As Angletham Padrick enjoys and reads difficult military law books from the edge and subsequent reignology books while aiming for a peace that is uncertain when the country will end.

Trenia Bubaldia also enjoys the limited budget and seasonal vegetables that will last as long as people live, and the silly celery loathing that won't allow them to overcome it, but think about the dietary dedication for it. "

When he heard the phrase "silly celery hater," he immediately knew who he was talking about, and Angletham immediately suppressed his licence.

- Well, if you say it with a sense of "difficulty," from me, it's certainly harder to think about dedication than the book of military law and the doctrine of reign.

Trenia smiled again at Angletham's unique troubled smile.

- Okay, for Trenia, I know it's a big deal every day, but it's never hard to cook ours, is it?

″ Yeah, because my people aren't the kind of people who make food crude, and they appreciate what they make.

"Every day, I wish it was Trenian food," some people think.

And if you'd like, I can teach you some simple cooking tips while you cook.

Because the four of us are acting now, but we don't even know when we're going to act differently. ”

- Okay, if it's not a struggle for Trenia, then yes, please.

- Besides, you should really learn to cook a little more, both Gloriosa and Julian, including me.

In that way, in the final army, Trenia took the form of a “ command ” regarding the meal, and the rest of the men raised their hands in favour of it.

Most of all, Trenia was happy again that she was happy for me, regardless of Gloriosa.

- Gloriosa and Trenia, that's good. "

When Anglecomb told his best friends about the cooking as a matter of decision, Julian, though sneaky, spoke to Anglecomb emotionally.

- Yeah, Trenia wants Gloriosa to overcome her likes and dislikes, and Gloriosa wants to eat her dishes even every day.

When Angletham replied like that to “ Seriously ”, Julian, with her eyes wide open, laughed bitterly even as she seemed disturbed.

"Oh, yeah.

You can look like an anglecam.

Let's do that. "

That's how I broke up with my best friend, who was laughing at me, and a few years later, I was gradually getting to the overly serious guy, and I was figuring out why Julian had a bitter laugh then.

What my best friend's niece is giving herself is really love, and I don't know exactly what two of my remaining best friends are thinking about each other.

But for Trenia, she has time, her own dreams, and the feeling that she can hear but shouldn't speak.

(I am very sorry for Trenia. We are in the current situation.

in a way, also to Gloriosa)

″ If you just made it to taste good, though I'd be more than happy to.

At any rate, eat in balance.

It's not like a child to hate celery when someone is after a king. "

In the beginning Trenia also said a lot about the manners of Gloriosa's meals, but she stopped saying so much from herself in time because Anglecam lectures.

″ He said if I looked delicious, I wouldn't mind that. "

I say the same thing as Trenia, Angletham holds me even though I don't have to feel sorry for my daughter in the kitchen.

(Maybe Gloriosa won't notice how she feels if Martha doesn't reveal herself)

I just don't even know if Gloriosa has the feeling of being in love with her own, or if Anglecam can measure it.

Finally, I don't even know what type of woman he prefers.

Speaking of what Angletham knows, for the time being, Gloriosa's ugly judgment is "common".

If I were to give you an analogy, if you look at your niece Balsam, even if you included your uncle's eyes,

"Whatever your personality, your face is cute!

I say, and if I see insect larvae, etc., I honestly "pull it off," and I keep my face stretched and distanced, so I think it's normal if I saw it from Anglecomb.

I forgot what triggered this analogy, but if you've told Julian,

"- It's cute, it's not cute. Balsam and Angletham, who liken insect larvae in the same series, are terrible."

And I was told in the face, but Anglecam didn't know how terrible it was.

(And you shouldn't.

Thanks, because of the soothing atmosphere, what you're thinking is off)

Gloriosa said Pean over a cup of tea, if she taught me the trick, she was ready to handle the good chopsticks right away, and she was talking about the nursery she went to today while eating.

As we speak pleasantly, it was Anglecam's guess that he was put on to sort out his feelings about the loneliness of goodbye already.

Looking at it, Beautiful thinks quietly of the meal prepared for her.

(- Think, for once, you have to think about Gloriosa's "family")

First of all, there is absolutely no idea of welcoming a companion to the staff, who is prepared to devote his life to rebuilding the country with the support of a new king named Gloriosa.

But if Gloriosa finishes his pacification at some point in the day, he thinks that if he doesn't marry a woman who will be the "Mother of the Nation," even if he finishes his pacification of this country, the days of peace he has created will be hard to follow.

Angletham thought it would be good to think after the peace was over when it came to the succession, but if there was a brilliant young man, even though Angletham would let him take over.

The name and existence of just ″ Gloriosa ″ will surely remain with the word that the name is great in the world.

There was also concern that the person who inherited the trace could withstand the name and the heavy pressure.

(- If you thought about Gloriosa's "opponent," I'm really sorry, but Martha...)

Martha also knows that Angletham doesn't even think about marriage or the family.

I also know that, as they say, to put it in your mouth should be something that is embarrassing but must be close to pale love.

And I could also foresee that the love would be unrequited.