Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Sir, did Martha like Miss Gloriosa?

His mouth was healing enough to move, but his body still couldn't move. With the butler on his back, Robrow lord Pean Vinegar was headed to the servant's room to rest him.

'I think the word I liked applies... but privately I might as well say "I was in love".

But Rock has grown.

I hugged the princess, and I tried to make fun of her, but she wouldn't let me. "

I don't mean to tell you the story, but I personally didn't like Sage if anyone asked me.

So in the second half, he said those words really deliberately and unfortunately, and Pean takes the butler - in a way that makes fun of Rock, who is indifferent to love, out of the way.

Rock closes his mouth to the words of the lords who joked about "princesses," but as deacons he is a little embarrassed by the words of praise, but he calls them from the back of the Lord.

'- Just in case some weird rumors seem to be playing tricks, stop trying to execute them!'

'Then it would be a good story if Rock married someone and made a family.

I try to be single, so a guy who's free tries to spread weird rumors funny and crazy '

I was in a good mood for the butler riding me in a clever and deviant direction, and Pean continued to tease me.

If I had a family, I would definitely be home in the morning and evening, so I'm sure my husband's research will be delayed.

'Don't get in real trouble with that.

Well, if Karin and I get along, that's what worries me. "

When such an exchange took place, the pean carrying the lock reached the entrance to the servant's room.

"Sir, give me the key."

Deacon, who still has no strength in his body, can use his arms consciously to retrieve the keys, but he doesn't move, engraving wrinkles between his brows.

'You don't have to.

At times like this, I'm glad you're good at magic. You don't have to use the keys. '

If the pean struck a light tongue in his mouth, it sounded chattered and unlocked.

Ok, and I can gently speak up and lock it, but I kick the knobless door with my fingertips and open it and the Lord and Butler enter the servant room.

"Miss the bad behavior here."

"When I enter the room to tidy up my husband's materials too, if my hands are blocked, I will kick and open and close the same, so don't worry."

On the rather daring side of his butler, visible only on a few faces, the Lord frowned and marveled, stepping into the aisle of the servant's room.

"It's been a while since I've been in a servant's room."

In the deepest part, we continue down the qualitative hallway to the butler's locked room.

'Sir, you don't have to come in this way.

Because it's a place for servants to get distracted and rest.

More than that, sir, are you okay?

'Is it okay that you mean my health?.

Then Rock might not have been physically powerful, but he would have listened to Angletham. "

Pean's chest contained a picture book that would suck magic, but for the first time earlier, with the will of its owner - the wise man - "suck memory."

"Picture books suck magic, but they give magic to their owners when they can travel.

And if Gloriosa were here, she'd be almost no different than a normal picture book. "

When I say that, I get in front of Locke's room.

Now again, just like the entrance to the servant's room, lightly tongued and the sage magically opened the door.

'... it's nice to be able to open it magically, but it might be dangerous in a way.

When rebuilding a mansion at some point, think about putting spiritual stones in walls and strongholds so that you can't unlock telepathy and locks poorly.

And let's put the door knob in the servant's room.

You can't open and close with your feet, you don't taste what's going on, and most importantly, you don't have the flair. "

"My husband gives priority to flair over convenience - thank you."

I tried to sit from my back, slowly on the sleeping table, and had the butler put down his body.

Just like in the previous room, it locks when sitting on the bedside.

"Today, you should sleep like this... and can't you rest like this"

Let him take off the butler's jacket, and Pean put it on his arm.

(... oh, yeah)

Grab the size of the locked pocket watch in your chest pocket and measure it by hand as you put your jacket over a chair in the room.

If I could confirm the size, I opened my mouth again to deceive him.

"Or, if you're worried about Martha, as a friend, Rock doesn't mind.

Well, I don't remember falling in love with Gloriosa. '

While the Lord was "obsessed" with ascertaining the size of the pocket watch as the Deacon's gift, the Deacon cared for a friend who would have had a broken heart.

"- I just didn't think that a love book would help, but I'm going to change my mind.

For my part, I don't think I'll ever make love.

But when servants who are subordinates fall in serious love and are depressed by broken hearts.

I can't learn words to encourage or understand what it's like to read a book, but I can do as much as I know. '

Unexpectedly, the "employer" laughs bitterly at the same diligent work attitude of his subordinates while keeping a good grasp of the size of the watch.

"Well, from now on," on, "you can observe the actual lovers.

I think the knowledge gained in the book is also good, but there is something different from what I actually see.

And there are many pieces in our library that are somewhat adultless.

You may also want to read and see a new piece of romance on the go.

And then, between the actual lovers... no, because they sometimes break the pottery in the house because of the extension of the couple quarrel '

With that said, he looked back, sitting on his sleeping table, turning his arms around the back and legs of a butler who couldn't move his body.

'... really, I'm sorry, sir. But with the prolongation of the fight, how can it lead to the destruction of family possessions?

Apologizing as I seemed sorry, I made a strange face from the bottom of my heart to "the destructive power of a couple fights," using the only muscle of expression I could move, and Rock's head lay on a pillow by a pean.

"Well, we'll talk about it after all. I'll be busy with a lot of things tomorrow.

I don't like it, but I need you to help me, so I should lay down early today and rest.

Because if you sleep overnight, you'll probably stabilize your mind.

Martha, too, must be resting already.

I'm going to keep track of how magic sucks by picture books, so good night, Rock.

I'll probably wake up late tomorrow, thank you.

I'll tell Karin, too. '

When I had to say what I wanted to say, Pean played his finger and weakened it with the lights in the room.

Usually if you feel a person's bedtime, ask the Spirit to weaken it by using his power as the "Lord of the Mansion" the Spirit of Fire in the lamp that acts as a lighting that weakens nature and power.

"Well, then."

"Good night, sir."

Now open the door of the locked room by hand and exit, slowly closing it.

As I proceeded to my bedroom, I took the "picture book" out of my nostalgia and stared.

I get sucked at magic, but Pean doesn't have the feeling that my memory gets sucked.

"I don't like the habit of talking to me about something earlier, now,"

I tried to talk to the picture books with things that would be different telepathies, I tried to talk to them with exotic magic words, but I still don't even say that the picture books go along with it.

"- Martha's" Because I Sucked Memories. "Something like that made me satisfied."

Before transporting the lock to the room, I succeeded in getting my two guests to agree with my prospects with good reason for now, but there was a gruesome mood between Gloriosa and Anglecomb lightly.

I was interested in the atmosphere of evil, but I left the later discussion to the guests, carrying a lock without physical strength, and Pean followed the room and headed to the kitchen.

If you closed the door with the butler on your back, I feel like something sounded like a fall and vibration when Pean bends the corner of the aisle with a grand start to some sort of bickering, but I don't care.

As for the kitchen, the door was fixed and open and Martha, the deputy number, was resting for tea after making the sweets she had been asked to make.

Seeing the pean mumbling the lock, I'm slightly surprised.

However, to my surprise, Pean had already appeared nowhere, so I told her I was guessing, including the hard facts about Gloriosa's love, without covering up.

If we talked about this love, maybe we'd be as mildly excited as we were when we were in the study, Pean thought, but that makes it unnecessary to worry.

Martha had a good liver and sat down, but most importantly she was "clean."

"Mr. Glow" had given Mr. Trenia's name many times, and he seemed really happy.

Somehow, I get it. "

In the meantime, a chair for sitting down the lock - Martha says as she supports that round chair for Gloriosa on the wall to make it easier to sit down even in a lock where there is no force.

When Pean slowly lowered the lock to the chair, the butler expressed his concern for her being his friend in sync with eyes and expressions that could be moved to his face.

And with my eyes, I mainly complained, "Can't you do something about it?"

(There's nothing you can do about all this, whether it's "Lords" or "Sage" or "God")

Gently tells him that on telepathy,

"The chair I was using for the unacceptable Gloriosa."

Even when I sat down, I gently stroked the deacon's head, which could worry more about my friend than that, to wrap it in a flutter.

Then when I looked at the deputy number, he supported me with tea for my employer.

"Uh, uh, I'm sorry I came all of a sudden, Martha."

When Pean said such a thing, scratching the back of his grey hair with a burr, he was laughed at with his nose by the deputy.

'Please stop being so moist, lord.

Things are going crazy over here.

As always, it doesn't matter how long or how people feel.

"Give me some tea, Martha."

In the same prestigious tone, the handiwork of pouring tea into the cup was truly brilliantly polite.

I can definitely feel the tenderness in it, and it conveys that the essence of a man named Martha is that he is truly a human being.

"Mr. Rock doesn't look like he can have very much tea, so I'll stop supporting him.

Oh, with that said, back.

Does it hurt to lean on the wall directly?

If you like, why don't I bring you a cushion?

While I give my employer a saucer with a cup of tea brewed on it, I listen to a butler who is also in a state of utter inability to move for a reason (and therefore), and worry about a friend of mine of that kind at the same time.

(Martha... can you tell her that I'm okay, sir)

Locke can move. Ask the Lord to convey that feeling in his head.

The moment the favor struck my head, the Lord of the two servants had laughed off.

"Ha ha, it's funny because both Martha and Rock are worried about each other even though neither of them are" okay "from me."

Somewhat, it sounded like an insensitive sort of thing to say, but it was also true, so Martha laughed after she rounded her eyes.

The lock was telepathic and predominantly (too little delicacy).

But apparently for Martha, she said something inside that hurt, but it was good to face her feelings.

'After all, is it useless to hide things from lords, who are also sage, or to try to be strong?

Martha drank her own tea, slightly left, after completing her remarks that she was behaving badly and respecting the wise man who made tea.

'That's what I'm talking about. Martha and Rock are in front of me, and you should stop being strong.

Waste of resistance. '

After saying words like that playful line with a "crisp" face and kidding.

The wise man - made a gentle eye and placed a saucer with an empty cup on the side of "a treat made for Gloriosa".

"For once, more than the man I became friends with in a few weeks,

"For more than a decade, she's been cooking delicious meals for everyone who lives in the Vinegar family."

as the lord of this lord's mansion in such a measure as to give precedence to the feelings of

So, here's what I think, it was this lord's mansion, you just have to tell him what the deputy wants to talk about, Martha. '

Usually, regardless of gender, Pean Vinegar looked at a "person" named Martha, but at this time she looked at her as a wonder and a "lady".

Martha gets the gentle look of a lord, lowers the edge of her eyebrows, looks the most rare "troubled" face for her, and then stares at the "sweets all over her body" she makes.

Martha's treats are as sweet and delicious as Trenia's.

A smile like a sunflower blooming in the summer with Ni had words in my mind that were like words (poems) used by girls who tend to dream.

Words like the light of a warm day in Martha broke her firm "shell" and sprouted it, possibly without edge for life.

It was a young soft bud, and if anything happened, it must have picked it, but Martha also knew that the "root" that stretched down was really straight and was going to stop falling out of it.

The cook picked the sweets that triggered the feeling and threw them into his mouth with his short fingers, closing his eyes, chewing slowly and eating them and swallowing them.

Breathe out small, Martha starts talking.

"Atashi, even if he seems so indifferent to love, still unconscious, he's dealing with him - including where he thinks very much of Mr. Trenia, gro... I know for myself that he's fallen in love with Mr. Gloriosa"

'Does that mean that Gloriosa looked attractive to Martha when she was thinking of Trenia?

Pean uttered words of encouragement so that Martha's "remorse" would not remain, so that she could exhale unrewarded thoughts and moods.

The cook, who knows well that his Lord is wise, is thankfully abetted by this word.

'Well, including that, I was beginning to wonder about Mr. Gloriosa.

As the lord says, I also think Atashi cared because there was a man named Ning Lo Trenia. "

If I were just an innocent, messy "boy," I'd just be able to take care of him, a stray that came to Robrow and couldn't leave him alone.

I'm sure there was someone named Gloriosa because there was a kind person full of compassion and compassion to teach the lost boy to think, and he fell in love.

So, if Gloriosa and Trenia are in each other's minds, Martha must have been able to give up with her cleanliness.

But as far as I'm concerned, when I hear words that give me a glimpse of Gloriosa's "one-sided" situation, pitiful hopes swirl within me.

Even if Gloriosa and Trenia were never tied together, my head understood that they would never have such a relationship with me.

I was, but now I was overflowing my mouth with unstoppable thoughts in my chest.

"A few days here, I was thrilled just to have Mr. Gloriosa on my side, like the first time the food was delicious.

Like the maids say, you can just stare at those beautiful Gloriosa friends, or something.

We really enjoyed spending the same time together. "

To put it that far, I get a horrible look, as if it's gotten comfortable.

"As much as Atashi wanted to devote his life to cooking, he loved cooking and was thrilled by Mr. Gloriosa as much as he thought of cooking.

Cooking is what I want to continue with, no matter what the difficulties.

But I know Mr. Gloriosa won't.

If you were looking at Mr. Gloriosa, Atashi would know how it feels to have a loved one at its very heart '.

In case you had an edge with Gloriosa.

Even if he was in love because he was there.

I felt like I had been shown my narrow-mindedness that I didn't want you to be on my side while someone was thinking.

I know I can't - when I said that, Martha's eyes were moist.

"I didn't want to taste this feeling."

I don't regret meeting someone named Gloriosa.

I just wish I didn't have this feeling of love.

Though I thought it was an unscrupulous wish, it occupied Martha's heart.

[Should I have no hard memories?

- Or if we're going to get over it, should we get over it even if it's a little hard]

The picture book, as if it had drawn Martha's feelings, speaks to the wise from the chest.

Even those who were wise were able to absorb the intricate feelings she had.

And at the same time, as someone who "knows the power of picture books," he was overflowing with curiosity, whether he ignored common sense or wanted to explore it.

(If you have a match of interest, you can try it and act)

Darkness, unlike darkness, cuts softly and quietly into the gap between good sense and common sense, like a sharp blade, to become determined and open the mouth of a wise man.

'... hey, Martha.

Martha just wants to forget she fell in love with Gloriosa, right?

It is believed to be in the eastern country, unlike life, that a wise man becomes known as the "devil" who makes a deal, using an object that is indispensable to the body of a person called "soul".

- Why don't you give this picture book those hard memories instead of picking out your pathetically budding feelings.

- Because I lose touch with the feeling of my chest bouncing, but I don't have a hard time facing the narrowness of my heart.

Dark, gentle, whispered.

And the sage used a picture book to suck her love heart, which she began to pale in Gloriosa Sunflower, too, with acknowledgement.

"I didn't think love was in Atashi's life, hey.

But I'm gonna... "

The wise man puts a picture book on the forehead of a cook who seeps out a noble atmosphere like a noble man just before he is turned down because he has committed a blame that will not be forgiven.

The picture book sucked Martha's "love heart" without having to glow.

After smoking, Martha looked a little tired, but there was no physical discomfort.

However, when I can mouth the confectionery I just finished making again, I smile and squeal just a little lonely.

"I'm sure Atashi can't make this flavor of sweets anymore."

The sweets that put the words in my mouth are now wrapped in large pieces of paper and tucked into Pean Vinegar's chest.

Though I thought cooking was something that would do pretty well with anything by following the procedures, weighing and weighing time.

When I meet these "masterpieces," I wonder if that's not all. "

Pean was slowly throwing sweets into his mouth that his servant had said "a flavor I could never make again".

"I was in love, Martha." The treat was that one, Lordship Pean Vinegar grabbed more disappointingly as he worked his way through the two guests.

Lord Robrow knows how the cook's handmade confectionery tasted before falling in love with his guests, and that was delicious enough, but the flavor he felt then and the confectionery he's eating this way now tastes different.

(No, maybe it feels different because I know what I want to take care of.)

With that in mind, he returns to the couple's bedroom as he walks down the hallway of the mansion, conscious of the "sucking memories of Martha falling in love" on his chest.

"Hmm, it looks like Anglecomb's magic was gutsy and greedy..."

Get your nostalgia while walking and glance at the picture book.

Pean is also sucking on magic, but not at the level that Angletham, like he saw during the day, was unwittingly exhausted to kneel.

"In my case, it's close to my body, so I don't think it's okay because I share magic."

Instead of being sucked of magic and exhausted, it felt like the fuel consumption of my health was - like I was getting hungry faster, and the feeling that I said I was "tired" was far from it.

'... or does this old painting book lord mean I don't mind?.

What do you care, it's the type of delicious food, in your picture book?

By the time I said that, I was reaching in front of the couple's bedroom door, and I heard my wife laughing from across the door.

Slowly the door opened and my wife, who had already had the courtesy to sleep from it, was giving her a peek.

'- Lord, what are you saying at the entrance looking fun?

'Oh, my God.

In this picture book, I was preaching, "It's not good to like or dislike it."

As if preaching to a child who really likes and dislikes him, to her husband, who is seriously scolding him toward the picture book, Karin put her hands on his mouth well and brought another laugh from the place.

My wife laughed with pleasure, but I was happy for Pean.

From earlier on, I let the butler, who cares like my brother, weep at me.

For an unrewarded love affair, I let everyone in the Lords' Mansion cook delicious dishes every day and distinguish themselves from their memories.

- I appreciated the look of my wife smiling with pleasure because there was a continuum of things that annihilated me to be a floating man.

'- Karin, being in a sleeping roll means you're already off today.

I would have been tired of everything, and since I dated around Gloriosa's greetings in the evening, I can't help but be tired.

I thought you had it fixed. "

Usually tied up, in the black, with a glimpse of lustrous greenery if the sun hit him, his rich, beautiful (I also like the pean) wife's hair was now relaxed and threesomed down on her shoulders.

When his wife's hair is in this condition, he feels comfortable to touch, so the pean often pinches lightly with his fingers.

He still reached out naturally and touched his wife's hair.

One wife knows that when a husband does something like this, he is unconsciously in a state where he "has something to say".

And now I'm silent because of this condition.

But when I asked him explicitly, "Is there anything?", he decided to turn the conversation away because he was experiencing it with the butler in an attempt to delude him.

'Yes, I'm already going to let you rest today.

Tomorrow I will also be with you to greet Master Gloriosa.

... If you need to talk, I'd appreciate it if you did now. '

"Ya, Karin, too, as the Lordship Lady, would be tired of being on a lot of tables today.

But it's better if we talk about it soon. "

- I must tell my wife that I have shown the will to join the deciding army.

If it was true, I was going to tell you the most, but for the "incident" in the room, I was second to the butler.

Still, I thought it would make sense to tell her sooner, so I also want to talk if I can.

Only in front of herself and the butler, neither attached - like a child who had two things between her eyes she wanted to do but didn't know which one to take, to the figure of her contemplating husband, the Lady smiled again.

'For now, then, go into your bedroom.

Sleep roll support, the lock is doing it for me.

And if it's about serving the lord's night meal, I can do it. "

As he opened the door, if Karin told him, Pean took his fingers off his soft hair and nodded as he played with his pussy.

"Yes, I thought you were unusually hungry because you weren't eating"

Apparently, because of the "picture book", the hunger is getting faster, which is how it was perfectly wet.

(So this picture book is still a "magical choice"?)

Even sage men have never heard of the difference in "quality of magic".

It was common sense in this world that blood would be compatible with Fire, Wind, Water, and Saturday, and that life would be in danger if we were not careful about compatibility when transfusing blood.

(Does "magic" have a type?)

However, with regard to "magic", as long as a special "curse" is used, it is possible to share it with the public.

In addition, if a person with magic loses his or her health from the body, he or she will surely drain his or her health, but he or she will not lose his or her life like blood.

Besides, most of those in the profession of using magic will not be scattered through magic until they become like Angletham today.

Before I was almost exhausted, I was saving myself and managing "magic".

(In the first place, there was no idea to study the type of magic)

Magic can be used or socially "convenient and necessary" technology and power can easily be recognized, and magic can be treated differently.

"" Magic "would be" magic "" even if it was treasured just because of its talent.

No one ever thought about "distinguishing" that power.

(No, before that, I actually saw it right in front of me if I said it was of a different kind of magic.)

Someone like the "god" who runs down the valley of his territory's pride, wrapped around the power of silver.

Angletham said that for "Gloriosa, who doesn't like magic," a wise man who was in his hometown taught him how not to magically sublimate his "overflowing magic."

That's the "power" - supposedly the power to describe it as magic - that smashed a giant rock in the valley with its heels down or blew the spirits of the wind invited by the wise.

(Then if I make that picture book, I "hate" Gloriosa's magic, and I "don't like" my magic.

And would Anglecomb's magic be something like, "I love it"?)

If you hate that power that Gloriosa uses, you don't like your magic power, you can also think of it as "normal" positioning.

But looking up close at Anglecam's suction, he apparently felt he wasn't liked.

- Bread.

Even when it felt like it reached my ear, I could see it was modest, I heard the sound of layering my hands, and Pean's thoughts were interrupted once.

I apologize to my wife, who looks up to her tall self, thinking about her eyes as a patsy and then remembering why she's in this shape now.

"Karin, I'm sorry. Thinking about it, it looks like you've got another habit of getting hardened. '

Scratching the back of his head with gasp, Karin raised the edge of her mouth small and shook her thin neck left and right.

'My apologies, my lord.

But even so, you've been obsessed with you since you needed a customer, and you forgot to eat again.

It was conceived and solidified again, so I "let it" come back here in the way Rock taught me.

Now, don't you dare go inside. '

"- Right."

Encouraged by his little wife, Pean gradually entered the bedroom.

"The lord's research is your job, and I can't help but think about it.

But if you don't eat, if Rock finds you, you'll be angry again. "

Then he forgot the obvious - and with that look his wife looks up at her husband and asks him about the butler, who is mostly on his side like a shadow.

'Oh, I think Rock is already here today, aren't you there to help the lord?.

Me and my children's meal service. I wonder if the maids are still doing another job today because they offered me free time at the same time, and since they replaced me, I've been busy for a long time. '

'Oh, I'm certainly busy, and I'm no longer doing this today.

Because I'll be even busier tomorrow.

I've decided to take care of myself and get some rest today. "

"Oh, what is it?

'Oh, that's...'

He walked into my room and fixed it up with Rock and Karin, while I took off my red and black coat.

I ended up talking to him today.

When I think that in my heart, my wife, who receives her own jacket, laughs.

(Apparently, Karin did it to me)

He looked like an adult, and there was something very gentle and weak about him, but I remembered that Karin Vinegar was a tremendously wise man.

Scratching his back of his head, he sat down in a fine chair set up as a "lord" on the side of the couple's bedside.

Before that, his wife stands with her coat in her arms and bows her head respectfully.

'Please tell us what the lord has decided.

I am, indeed, a weak-minded person, until, as Lord and Lady Robrow, I obey what Lady Pean Vinegar has said.

That's what I do when I marry a man named Lord.

I am allowed to spend my peaceful routine, thanks to my lord.

But in living my life, I am prepared to face events that are not possible with my talent, but still have to be done.

Lord Robrow's Lady Karin Vinegar has been letting us do this from day to day '

Shaking his rich dark hair, he had a smile on his head lowering wife that made Pean have just a little bit of a "smanai" or something.

After confirming the existence of the Determined Army, he "observed" the activity over several years.

On top of that, I met a man named Gloriosa directly, confirmed his strength, and was convinced that if I helped him enter - I could change the reign of the king, who is said to be a fool.

However, in order to do so, they will leave "people who have become family" on a land called Robrow.

While I met Gloriosa and Angletham picked me up, while I was keeping secrets from Rock and putting myself in charge of joining the Final Army, Pean...

"If I could have taken Karin on the next trip,"

And I kept thinking about it in my head.

I was really reminded of the most enjoyable time in my life so far, I missed it, and I couldn't help but feel like "again".

When I was "picking up" Rock, traveling with him and occasionally receiving a letter from Karin, who was still in the position of forgiveness, reading the letter and writing back, I felt as if the three of us were traveling together.

If I could, I'd actually like to exchange Karin this time and try to travel with the three of us.

However, we know that we are in a "position" that never materializes, and we know that this is not the time to do so.

Even if I resent my position, I also know that these two loved ones are on the fringe of the loved ones I met because I am in the position of "Lord Robrow".

While I appreciate the fringe, the position is now abominable.

"... accompanied by a lock, he entered the determinants, and made a decision to the peace of the kingdom of Selisanceum, both as Lord Robrow and as a wise man"

His wife waited to hear her husband's words as she drooled her rich brunette head.

Pean, her husband and lord, arms up as she sits in a chair and tells her wife what she thinks.

"Even now - me, Karin and Rock, and Martha.

Between the servant and the lord's subordinates is good, but the lord's family is close - especially me and my daughters - and not good enough for flattery.

But as it is, before we say good, Robrow is also at the same end of the crushed territory, not necessarily. '

I can't rule the territory. I don't need a minister.

I can assure you that things like the nobles, the lords who have still done the untruthfulness, will not be Robrow, but I cannot say that this will be all right in a few years.

For example, even if Pean, who is also a wise man in the present situation, has successfully ruled, assuming that Pean was compelled to hide by the reach of the country, the van can only become a lord.

I have something to admit as a father that is a thoughtful, serious van of character.

However, if he was set up with a hand to tighten the cotton, he would be too young and inexperienced to see his son clearly avoid the "demon hand".

Maybe even not getting a daughter-in-law can be a tricky ingredient.

I didn't even know what triggered the "end of the clan" party.

"In this situation, I can't safely let my daughters marry me - I can't give up" Lord Robrow's seat "to the van that picks them up.

There may be problems as a family, but they want to take the country in the direction of peace in order to confront it first.

In the meantime, I concluded that it would be desirable for that young man named Gloriosa to be king of this country, both as Lord Robrow and as a wise man.

And it also takes the form of a request from the other side. "

'Okay. I will obey the Lord's decision. "

If you answered, Karin would give you the head she was slowly lowering.

The floating look of the wife seemed lonely and then I can feel that I am also convinced by the conclusion my husband made - it was a complicated one.

Karin and her mother are both, but as a nobleman, she still cares about the daughters' wives, who plugged them "around the age".

But even if I wanted to marry him, at this time, it is as my husband says that I cannot be relieved.

If she was married, Karin knew full well that she couldn't rely on her own home.

And above all, I was also concerned about my son, who would welcome his wife.

As one of the major roles in himself, Karin had ordered his liver to marry a husband named Pean Vinegar, lord of Robrow, the western realm of the kingdom of Selisanceum, and to give birth to and raise a man who would be his mark.

Fortunately, I was blessed with a husband who would be my daughter-in-law's companion, and a butler who was a servant but seemed more like a "brother" than that, as well as a cook who talked and felt good, like a friend.

Instead of my introverted self, I am allowed to send my days as Lord and Lady Robrow, who is prone to spending a lot of time with all the hazy people.

So if you were to return the favor and your partner's husband was determined to make a move to connect to the rest of his life, Karin thought it was the only way to keep up with it.

'- Hey, Karin. As a lord, not as a wise man, it's a suggestion as a father to one son, but if it's good, why don't we take the van with us?'

Unexpectedly slightly hesitant, Pean flickered his mouth.

'Does that mean that when it comes to taking the van, it's up to me? Lord?'

I was also surprised by the phrase "I want to take the van" but it was that word that first came out in Karin's mouth.

Karin was always equal to having no will of her own, but the behavior given to her was mostly convincing and acceptable.

And this Pean's suggestion as a father never sounds bad to hear Karin in her position as a mother.

'Oh, yeah. I want Karin Vinegar's opinion to be a top priority and I want to decide'

I reached out and grabbed the little hand of the wife of the one who wasn't holding the coat.

"Of course, I know that child's will matters, but I've seen Karin grow a van diligently as a lord's wife.

I see this as an opportunity for Van Vinegar to grow up.

Just do the best you can with me and Rock, and stay out of the fight.

It's about that kid, so he'll never do anything ridiculous either.

But I can't deny it just in case. So I want to give top priority to your will as a mother '

Under the hand of Karin, the man holding the coat, the lord and his wife stare in the form of a husband sitting in a chair looking up.

"Can Karin Vinegar keep one of her hard-working, merciful children on a journey that fears her son, with someone who couldn't really help raise her just as a father?

"- Weren't lords willing to participate in parenting as best they could?

And Rock helped me, and as a child of six, I found myself in a very nurturable environment. "

It was just that between the couple with Pean Vinegar, if Karin was unhappy, she would have given only one boy.

The son is probably narrow in line, similar to himself, then childhood tended to be sick, also a great temperament.

As far as Karin could see, the father and son were not incompatible and in a way looked like "Karin the Man" and Pean.

However, since I am very thoughtful, I have also noticed jealousy from my sisters that if I get along with my father, I am "bequeathed because I am a heir," and from an early age, I also saw as a mother where I try to keep my relationship with my father away as far as possible.

If you could have given me another boy while I was with the lord.

I also thought I would really envy the "boys" if I watched the Gloriosa and Anglecomb exchanges, which have recently come to a territory called Robrow here.

In the territory there were also boys of the same generation as the van, but in their childhood they were not physically fit, they were in all the lord's mansions, and they could not make something called friends.

By the time I went to a church school, there was some distinction between the children, and there was no bullying or anything that my parents said was a trace of the territory, but there was a "son of a lord" and I was looking at it in a van on a faraway roll.

Besides, happiness or unhappiness, "I'm fine by myself" seems to resemble my father's van, and if I had time, I'd be late for reading, and I kept away from being more and more "boyish".

But while my mouth was always hustled and told by my strong sister and sister, I also felt a certain "triumph" in my silent reading of the book.

The contents of the books, especially those that my son likes and has in his possession, are also military memoirs that were actually in this world, and more recently military law books in the eastern country that his father took back, as well as martial arts books.

Generally speaking, it was like all the lords who preferred to fight were in their hands, so I was happy as a mother that my physique and behavior were horns and the inner surface of the van was sufficiently "masculine".

The men of the people who speak of the van as "too adult as a trail" also cautioned against the accusatory language that the boy in the trail had put out until then, strangely, if he found out what type of book he was reading.

It's just that some of the van's sisters were surrounded by people who said, "It's shady," "the book bug," but they didn't deal with it in the usual way. "

Seeing these "van vinegar successes", the mother thought that, at this rate, if her father and husband, Lord Pean vinegar, were to provide guidance, it would be safe to let her take over, even if she was not like her father, who was a wise man.

If there's just one...

'Then, Lord, as a wise man, could you answer my question?

As soon as I put out the word "wise man," my husband's eyes become clear.

Though not confused by his emotions, he became a cold and sensible eyesight and let go of his enveloping wife's hand.

'- I will answer the question, but I don't know if that will be the answer I want for Karin, or if it will be the "right answer".

Still okay with that?

Hands away from his wife, Pean slowly rests on his lap.

A picture book that is stuck on my chest reinforced Pean's magic and - trying to suck my memory - just to be bothered a little bit.

(What's the matter?. Suddenly it starts to get bumpy?)

I don't know if it goes through, but I talk to the picture book under telepathic guidelines, but I still don't have a response.

The magic one still has room in the pean, so I'll let him suck it, but the memory one was careful not to be taken.

(Why are you suddenly trying to suck my memory with magic?)

The magic power is sucking the chest away to its starting point, and something like a crawl that the memory can't confirm with normal vision, extending from the center of the picture book, clumps around the gray head of the pean and tries to suck it.

(Man, I asked you not to interrupt my conversation with my precious "partner"...)

Though he was sucked of magic, he still had some leeway, so Pean tried not to let the "chi" and invisible crawl suck his memory.

In front of her husband's words as a "wise man," Karin whispers in her thin throat and swallows her spit.

'I don't mind. If you'd listened to my lord as a wise man, I'd make up my mind about the van.

Karin nodded, pointing her eyes straight at her husband, lurking green in the dark, the same as her rich dark hair.

[I'm not sad.]

Seeing Karin nodding at the way she decided to, a picture book that fits in her chest suddenly recalls the first words she has ever spoken to herself.

[Should I have no hard memories?

- Or if we're going to get over it, should we get over it even if it's a little hard]

Go on, I remember the words of the picture book I heard before I sucked Martha's memory away.

(Does this picture book like memories that seem to lead to "hard things" and "sadly"...?)

And if that's what you've thought, the story of nature and a certain assumption now surfaces in this place.

This is how Pean and Karin are talking right now, and it's going to lead to sadness and spiciness.

(Is this conversation between me and Karin going to be a "grief" for us, Lord and Mrs. Robrow?)

The moment I think of such words in my mind, the crawl stretching from the picture book becomes like a whip and tries to wrap them around Pean's forehead.

- - Pattin.

In front of his wife, who was about to start talking, Pean was playing his finger.

"- Lord?

I smile bitterly and honestly politely, apologize to my wife who nearly opened her lips.

"Karin, Sman.

Give me a little luggage - do you mind if I give you a picture book that sucks off that magic?.

You "get in the way" of trying to listen seriously to Karin.

And Martha's Treats'

With that said, take that picture book and Martha's treat out of your chest, not picking it on your long fingers, and place it carefully on the tea table.

(Do you want me to stay out of your way?)

I don't know if it makes sense, but I pushed it, and I distanced myself from the picture book.

Peane thought that stopping the "conversation" here would be a "honest" response to his wife, even if he was more inclined to pity the outcome.

The moment I played my finger, the one that was spreading toward the pean in an attempt to suck my memory was scratched off by a small whirlwind (tweezer) caused by magic produced from my finger.

(Martha's treats should not be picked by breath later, even when collecting her picture book materials)

I dare not be aware of the process of sucking magic and memory about the picture book - which leads to grief - and face my wife again.

Now there was no more fine dust, such as the intention to put the story in the middle.

'I stopped it, and I'm sorry.

Now let's hear Karin's question '

Karin began to talk slowly, calming her feelings in the eyes of a wise man, but only slightly more tenderness.

"Amongst the reasons why the lord wants me to travel with my son, he cares about the fact that I'm" less masculine "about the van, and he says," You know what? "

Pean nodded quietly as his wife felt unnecessarily burdened with "a tremendous trail resembling herself," which was the phrase "to take us on a journey together" that emanated from the edge.

'If I told you I didn't care, you'd be lying to Karin.

But if it's time to ask, you didn't have to ask me as a wise man.

In response, Pean was answering, in one way or another, in his position as "Karin's husband".

But don't respond to the husband's response, Karin goes on to say more.

"" I want the van to be more active, boy... like the lord I was when I was younger ".

The lord foresees my desire like that. '

I would like to thank my husband for giving priority to the feelings of my wife, who is my partner, over those of my children.

Though thankful, this man named Pean Vinegar had somehow felt something "heterogeneous".

Because I am a "woman" and I have lived in the fetus for less than 280 days, and I have also experienced the fetal movement, the thing called maternity is working.

So what makes me feel less like a "father" than a "husband" is that I have no choice.

I still can't wipe the "heterogeneous" feelings I have towards my husband, even if I try to put a rational idea in my head like my husband, who is a wise man.

My position now, although I also know that I am a wife and a lady of lords, is that of six children - now thinking as a mother Karin - "love" comes first.

But my husband, Pean...

If you were in a position to...

It seemed to me like someone who only thinly sandwiches feelings when it comes to children, for better or worse, moves with reason.

Knowing also that his wife has such an idea for herself, her husband, who is a wise man, also continues to speak.

"Yeah, but lately," if times are peaceful, you just have to let the van continue to train and take over, "Karin thinks as her mother, too, can be seen.

But in the present situation, even if we give up to the van like this, there's nothing reassuring about our position as parents. "

Karin is no longer surprised by the fact that Karin has been repeated many times before in her mind and head, that she has been able to spot the unexpected lightly and put into words.

My husband (one), who is too curious, takes care of himself as his wife - because he is interested, and if he is interested, he knows full well that he is a character to explore until he "understands".

It's just that he put out the word "parental position," and Karin was feeling a little sad.

I don't think I'm lying or lying about my husband's feelings that I care about him.

Karin, however, could not feel the "depth" of her husband's "feelings" as she had shown during her research.

When it comes to "children," it is in the hope that Karin can only see the word when it is in the form of a defined recipient.

However, even words for expressions that "normal people" would do with one word, "wise men" with vast amounts of information use many times more vocabulary to describe it.

So I convince the inhabitants that they "are both emotional and knowledgeable" without making them feel the slightest difference in nuances.

(The lord must think about it because he is smart and "understands" what he is doing.

But when it comes to children, they don't have as much depth of emotion as they do when doing research)

The presence of a parent also seemed to just stubbornly adhere to the "statute" of having to think of a family - of a partner, of a child, and of having to make efforts to protect life.

If only he had protected it, Pean Vinegar would have acted as a "father" - as Karin's husband.

So, to bring the country to peace is not to think of the children, but what underlies it is the existence that I want to cherish - to calm Karin's feelings that I think I need to.

And even further ahead are those who are relieved that Karin is happy with Pean Vinegar's Lady of Lords.

Like a shadow, that man who just stands quietly beside his husband like a shadow darkness.

(So someone named Peen Vinegar is a good lord, a good husband, a father, trying to be)

Ma'am, my husband is waiting for you to say, "I'd like a cup of Karin's brewed tea."

In a way, I had a gentle grinning butler who was devoting himself to being married more than my husband.

He never threatens Karin's position, and Ning Ro actively supports him.

So, Pean doesn't respond to such subordinate concerns either...

(- No more, we shouldn't think about it now)

Karin found that thoughts were accompanied by "negative" emotions in herself, and that was what was flowing in the dark dark direction.

"Karin?"

I heard that my tall husband sat in a chair and looked up at himself without realizing that Karin had negative feelings.

(Neither Rock nor this person suspects that I am not supposed to feel evil, even though you realize that I am troubled or in trouble)

- Clever, but this guy isn't omnipotent either.

The wise woman realizes the matter and loosens the tension.

'I'm sorry, I tried to wrap up the words I ask in my head, but I couldn't be good inside.

The next question I would like to ask you is "Dear Pean Vinegar", who I am the wise man.

- When Van Vinegar became Lobo Lords, do you think there are many advantages (advantages) or losses (disadvantages) that Lords would involve Van in the form of a determined army for peace alone, when he later became Lords?

Using the language of reason preferred by the wise husband, his wife asks.

"That's... you're asking after thinking about all six children, right?

When Pean asked so with his eyes sharply narrowed, his wife nodded small.

'Yes, the van has never cared about the seclusion of its sisters, nor has it dealt with them.

Still, being a heir makes it look like a claw bounce to what happens from the sisters.

These days, it's a tendency for the people to admit something, but that's what the sisters see as contributing to seclusion. "

So breathe small once - sigh out and continue asking questions again.

"If now the lords have taken out the van in the name of training, I wonder if they will be secluded again.

I don't care how many fathers move to marry them as noble sons because of their country. "

"Perhaps the secluded will prevail..."

To the words to which my husband connected, my wife shook her rich dark hair and nodded spicy.

'I know it's just in case, but I'm not sure I can be my mother right now because I took the van and promised that they wouldn't act like inhumans.

Maybe, look at the National Army - '

When Karin tried to put a word like "snitch" in her mouth, her husband's long index finger was put out in front of her mouth, and she got a toothpick on the word that was gaining momentum.

If Pean stared at Karin like she was struggling, Karin put her hands in front of her chest as she prayed, without even being able to gaze at her.

And I can't understand why my daughters feel so secluded as parents or people, and I overflow my husband with weak sounds.

"Really, as long as I feel sorry for you as a mother,"

Karin kept praying, meditating her eyes and leaning spicy again.

I refrain from reporting to my husband, but the church, which serves as the school for the children of Robrow, contacted me regarding my daughters, except my eldest daughter.

It was likely to lead to harsh behavior, and if church priests and witches did not provide guidance, their daughters were constantly taking actions that could be seen as "abases".

As mothers, they face their children, their daughters, who are always sisters and hardened, and face each and every one of them, they keep their mouths shut and do not try to talk.

"As far as I can tell, Karin is Karin and she does everything she can as a mother.

And what Karin's afraid of, I don't even think I'm strong enough. "

Karin, who had no idea from her husband that she would be affirmed words that would deny her own daughter, raised her face haphazardly as she tried to pray for her hand.

"" Don't scold the child. It's the way you came. Don't laugh. It's the way you go. "

I have that adage, but even if they show me the way I didn't go, I don't know what to do, and it'll be tough.

My daughters don't find it hard to know that what they do is generally a "bad thing".

At this moment, I can neither feel nor afford to hear '

Pean slowly rose out of the chair and held his wife in her arms still joining her prayers.

'But, well, out of the blue. Maybe a guy named "rebellion" is just tagging along.

The head of the Territorial Nursery told me that parenting is easier, that it's really rare and that it's Hitch.

Me and Karin's parents used to say, "It's easy," so maybe we're both getting too difficult because we're listening to those stories. "

In her long arms, she can see her husband deliberately making a bright voice, but Karin doesn't know how to react.

Even though his wife doesn't mind returning the reaction, Pean goes on to say more.

"Even Karin had a time when I didn't think things were going well with her father-in-law.

Maybe my daughters are also worried about being daughters and how they get so secluded.

And it's hard to face yourself like that, and you might be solidifying with your sisters, who are the same values.

Well, even if we want to discuss it, I've even been avoided lately. '

That being said, Karin confirms that her husband's chest swells heavily for breath in her cuffed arms.

The sage whispers in his ear next to a rich black three-knit, with even more gutsy long arms holding his wife tight.

"As a" wise man, "let's include what Karin asked us.

Let me assure you that it would be better to stop taking Ban Vinegar to the Founding Army as a training, which has less negative repercussions for his daughters and for him to inherit the trail.

If this country has been calmed, the van will carry on the trail as a lord without graduation, if it is at its current state.

If the advantages (advantages) and disadvantages (disadvantages) you gain from training, your loss as lord of "when you get back" is likely to be greater.

The sage's certainty was that when he returned, he would "always be able to make peace".

That feeling overflowed, Karin nodded in her husband's words still without words in her husband's arms.

Make sure you wrap your nodded head around it with long arms, and Pean hugs his wife again.

"No more, I want to make sure Karin doesn't feel hard as her mother"

For Karin, who now lives mainly of "love," Pean unconsciously spits out the hard words again.

However, the "ignorance" of a man named Pean, "unconscious", even solved Karin's mind.

It is important and important to make the feelings of those who are "interested" a top priority over the existence of a child who divides blood - the lack of "humanity" is Peen Vinegar's "personality".

(Maybe if this guy couldn't have been born into a house called "nobility," he might have become a wise man, but he didn't have a marriage, and he didn't even have a family)

For better or worse, the collective life of a family formed on "love" is not for Peen Vinegar.

Even though many words could be used to "delude" the people with their wise and compassionate lords, the wise woman had come into contact with him so much that she overlapped her skin as a wife and noticed the matter as she spent time as a family.

But Pean Vinegar is never an irresponsible person, so he never thinks about running away, but he doesn't.

So even though the country is not stable, the inhabitants of Robrow will not suffer thanks to the exploitation of the wise man, the lord.

However, if there is a "problem", the fact that the good lord is the father and that only the heirs are privileged has greatly fostered the distortion and seclusion of the daughters.

I am no match for my wise father, so I avoid even doing my best, and the spearhead goes to the inheritance, but I avoid the inheritance with "wisdom" brilliantly.

But the daughters could not stop the seclusion that boiled in their breasts, and they went out to places like school and won.

And the heartbreaking "I'm really worried about Karin" Pean.

So I guess I'm the wedge that won't allow Pean Vinegar to be free, Lord, after I've lodged my family in this womb to keep you in Lordship Roblow's shoes.

Karin melted her feelings into the darkness just a little bit in her heart that her husband knew she would never peek.

(―――)

From the cleavage of the arms that could be held together, Karin could see the picture book placed on the slightly visible tea table gleaming.

Start with the van and ask for the territory.

Without the power to be squeezed in, Karin remembers - speaking now as the father of her family with her husband and Lord Robrow.

"As a wise man, I was asked to join the deciding army.

I'm going to take Deacon's lock in to bring the country to peace and stabilize the restless country.

Rest assured of our children and ask them to stay away while they are in the deciding army in order to have their daughter-in-law or inherit their marks. "

Sure, I can reveal that story to Pean, my husband, who's back in the bedroom.

And being my wife, I... Karin accepted it.

It's hard, and I do remember being told the story of "dying," but I don't know anything about feelings in Karin, and it doesn't involve feelings.

(Too surprised…, I wonder if my emotions can't keep up)

Come to think of it, it is not unusual for a lord of nobility who has been asked by the Resistance's founding army to enter, even though he wishes for peace in the country, and has been ordered by the country to rule over his ancestors from generation to generation.

If what the lord is doing in the country is known, territorial confiscation is normal, and it is normal for the nobles who were delivering there to be jumped in the neck by the clan royal party.

However, even the "routine" in this country is still in jeopardy because there has been a secret, but scattered, conversation with my husband, whom I have been holding tight, and with a butler as cute as my brother.

In recent times, as a lady of lords, it was also the most commonly heard topic when consulted about the concerns of the inhabitants.

Think that far and the question comes up in Karin again.

(Listen, so, why am I being held by a lord like this right now?)

Ask yourselves - from now on, you won't be able to see your wife in order to enter as a deciding army.

Alternatively, even the ever-floating Lords of Robrow "made the decision to betray the country," and concluded in Karin that it was an audacity of feelings and inclusion for that matter.

(Oh, but surely the lord...)

Karin knows very well that her husband cares about herself, the Lady Lordship.

And when he held himself tight, he also remembered that Karin had a "sad" look on her face.

(I looked "sad"... of?)

When new questions arose, Lordship Robrow's ability to hold the Lady was weakened.

Grabbing Karin's shoulders in a luxurious sleeping roll and looking away at her body, she looks somewhat strange, but there is no "sadness" atmosphere in it, and Pean relieves herself.

"While participating in the Final Army, the Wang Capital is already ready for the fine work of" Peen Binegar is on the territory and doing the research entrusted to him by the state "

When I said that, if I saw my husband laughing as flirtatious as anything, the blank confusion that had floated until earlier disappeared from Karin.

Because Karin took good care of the children, she could secretly store the amount of research in the country for several years that would mislead her into reporting.

Since Gloriosa launched the resistance called Determined Army and Pean purchased the information she was marching for, Pean secretly increased the amount of research she did by four hours a day.

The world calendar is divided into 24 hours a day, 90 days in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, for a total of 360 days, and includes a "holiday that doesn't count for five days," which makes up a year's flow.

Holidays were separated by job title, and there was no day to rest at the same time, but it was predominant that seasonal festivals, which took place at seasonal milestones, should rest in full or take turns.

And Pean had begun this patronage as "no good holidays except those that don't count for lords".

By the way, working hours, like Pean's, always go to the "Martha" at the deputy sign, except on holidays.

"Time to work a day?. If it's just cooking, it's about 8 hours..."

Reference was made.

First of all, if you only actually work eight hours.

8x360 = 2880

There would be a pace and allocation, but I couldn't help but convert the amount of my work that the butler had summed up for me in the past, using the time I worked in a year as 2880 hours.

And the time that Pean actually worked...

(8 + 4) x 360 = 4320

4320 (Actual Research Volume) -2880 (Research for Payments to the State) = 1440 (Savings for Study to Mislead * Approximately Six Months)

I repeated that for about eight years and met Gloriosa.

So Pean had about "four years," a good time to do nothing - free time.

In addition, as a sage in the lobby, as a proof of being a lord, as long as the research is submitted to the country, it will also be an "alibi" that he has not entered the deciding army.

The country is probably not a "fool" either, so when handing over research to officials visiting at seasonal milestones, I'm going to go back - and that's what I was going to let them look for "movement" under the authority of the wise.

Of course, I can't do this directly to participate as a "wise man", but I will help.

'- As I said earlier, I'm going to take Rock, okay?'

'Yeah,' cause I'm sure the decision-makers will have trouble not taking Rock.

No matter how fine the lord is, just clean up and you'll all be in trouble. "

The lady puts her little hand on her mouth and laughs well, just as she did when she first came back to her bedroom.

"It may be rude to say this, but without Locke, I can easily imagine Lord Gloriosa and Lord Anglecomb scolding me."

Karin laughs again as it is easy to imagine a beautiful young man with a somewhat similar lock and type, overly well-appointed appearance who has become a guest, complaining about the pean.

"Besides, Rock is..." She doesn't have to be without Karin Vinegar, but she's the perfect butler with "Dear Pean Vinegar."

When I was alone with my husband, Lady Lordship called me "that child" about a butler who thought he was a very good brother.

And if you're talking about a butler like that, you're going to understand it next to your husband.

(Because Rock has that kid, I think both Lord Pean Binegar and Lady Lordship Karin Binegar are going to stick together.)

Rock floats when praised by her husband, Pean, a delightful grin from the bottom of her heart spreads something warm on Karin's chest as well.

(Dear Karin, Ma'am, you try your best to make your husband the best lord in this country)

(... because there are rocks, me and the lord)

- - Nara, "that kid" Guyna Kattara, two tomos, Doshitheita?.

Lordship, Mrs. Lordship, Kokomade, Kick-Ass, Kerkotoha...

That's it, I forgot.

"-"

The cold wind suddenly tasted as if stroking his heart, and the voice of a majestic, calm old man echoed in Karin's head.

Suddenly his wife gave a surprise voice, and Pean sensed that something had happened inside Karin.

And then I notice that the picture books I borrowed are related, and I stare at the picture books that are placed on the tea table.

Then he grabbed both of his luxurious shoulders, and Pean bent his tall back and gazed at his wife and opened his mouth.

"… Karin, is there anything in your memory that you have forgotten?.

Do you feel like you've been sucked off something?

Seriously, sage asks straight to his wife.

Taking it, my wife got in "serious" trouble.

'Oh, well, even if they suddenly say so.

Besides, if, as Anglecomb said, this picture book was sucking memories, it might have sucked from my memory that maybe it really didn't matter. '

- It seems that this picture book sucks "memory" like a "distraction" to keep people's magic alive.

- As far as memory is concerned, they really suck it unconsciously, and I don't know the criteria.

Remembering the words Angletham had explained to me, Karin answered her husband with a troubled face, the way she was feeling now.

The look on the face of a troubled wife can only be understood by Pean where she is really "in trouble".

However, in the midst of the difficulties, the sage could not feel the emotions that seemed complicated, including things such as "sadness" or "pain".

(Apparently, "this time around," maybe it really sucked the right memory at random)

I was about to suck away my "memory" with meaningful words earlier, but I can't imagine it leading to a "sad" feeling when it comes to my wife.

(Yeah, but I'm not sad to be away from Rock, but I might get lonely)

I know I am worried about raising my children as a mother, but my wife as "Lady Lordship" is doing her job well, although there are weak points.

And it was thanks to the butler who took great care of herself that she was able to make it this far.

Some of its deacons were also accepted by the conservative Lobrow inhabitants for being a serious, straightforward attitude.

However, in addition to that, some places were admittedly sincerely striving to take care of Karin, who was just a young lord's wife who had just been married from afar, even if the ancient ginseng figure gave her crap.

If Karin, as the Lady of Lords, was standing alongside Pean, whose table is also her husband, and defending a territory called Robrow,

Rock has backed up, aiding in the details, like a "shadow" to prove that Pean has done what he has done.

The two "tables" and "back" knew each other what their roles were, and they were truly "front to back".

Would it still be sad if those two left?

Sage thought of that when he saw the picture book as chilling.

Then slowly he spoke his hand off his wife's shoulder, and Pean laughed bitterly

'Well, Karin's right. Maybe the person who has it "forgot to have it" has a memory sucking handle.

I'm sorry about what I'm trying to do.

I have to do a lot of work on what I'm going to do, so you need to rest first. "

Karin is also horrified that her husband understood her feelings.

'Yes, I understand. Oh, but I need to help you with your evening meal or your sleeping rolls.

Besides, I may be in a hurry, but if you want to leave, I'd like to ask you what time you're leaving. '

'Oh, that's...'

Regardless of the worry about the evening meal or bath, Pean decided to answer the question of his wife's departure.

"Truth be told, it's fine that I spent eight years saving for research producing mass, but I haven't allocated any of my four year submissions.

As a precaution, they will also put sticky notes on the summary to be sent out during the seasonal reporting period and on the explanatory material for the report.

I borrowed Rock's hand to do that, maybe ten days...... easy quote, I think that would take about that.

If you need help, get involved because Anglecomb seems to be good at it. "

"Well, lord, do that to your customers..."

Karin tries to speak up on behalf of the butler, but the lord's wife secretly thinks and laughs when the guests are likely to be happy with that seriousness and diligence conveyed.

"Besides, if there was a van, maybe. I don't think you need that much luggage 'cause it's Rock and me.'

'Right. If Lord and Rock have bags and coats and butler's clothes, they're going anywhere. "

I found that my husband's explanation of support was based on the experience of the "two-person journey", which was very entertaining in the letter, before I married him.

Karin relieves herself but smiles again remembering a letter from the two of them when she was once traveling.

If it's "lord and butler," Karin thinks she's reliable enough to think that these two can make the journey in some ways, even wearing them.

To his wife's smile, Pean also laughed and continued explaining again.

"The horse is also thinking of purchasing it after he leaves Robrow.

Try not to be strange in Robrow. "

For eight years at the corner, I've been doing "Lords with no pull motion," so let me take advantage of that.

'How are you going to tell the people?.

Even though we're going back to the seasonal milestones, some of us can't delude you?

And the servant of the mansion... '

So today, Karin remembered a story where a large number of servants were made to stop.

Husband chuckles at what his wife notices.

"The servant was allowed time as he knew it today, except for those who could be trusted to the best of their ability.

And from the day after I protected Gloriosa, I secretly staged a close meeting with what would be the main control and officers of the territory.

Mostly, I got an acknowledgment reply, and I got a pledge. "

So as to separate the story once, Pean gently strokes his wife's head.

'In the meantime, I'm not leaving right away tomorrow, and I'm going to do the support.

Each time, report to Karin.

Karin should rest now that she will be really tired today.

There was a time when I was traveling alone, so I could take care of my bath and my meal. "

That said, he received his coat and forcefully put his big hand on his wife's back for a few moments. He "escorted" him to the room where he had a sleeping table, and put him to bed with a joke on his wife's forehead, shy of greeting him.

Leave the room light around the tea table and head to the bathroom, which is equipped away from the sleeping area after dark.

Before closing the bathroom door, I saw the picture book I put on the tea table.

An ancient and splendid picture book that is bright on the table gives a wise man a presence as if he were the Lord of this territory, even though he is not a man.

(Now, I wonder if you also liked the Territorial Lobo Book for a reason)

Joking and thinking about it, only the coat is tightly garmented, so messy that it seems sorry for the butler who cleans it up tomorrow, throws his clothes into the water and soaks them in the water.

Zach showered water in his face and scratched his hair up behind him.

(Tomorrow, I have to explain that I'm officially leaving Robrow...)

That's why I kept Gloriosa protected to Robrow as a guest, but didn't really care enough to have time to eat with her.

Rock was somehow given another job and Gloriosa's "defense" to talk one-on-one with the people who said he might be away from the territory.

A butler with only a smile made but the Lord and his wife, also secretly known to the inhabitants as "the Lords' Scarf".

Without holding the butler down like a shadow beside the lord, Pean suddenly appears in front of him by himself and says he wants to talk.

It was not for a wise man to assume that he was "specifically trusted to talk."

It's not a big deal, but that's how the people called Heavy Town are, and they know that the lord who appeared before them is a "wise man," and that there are places in the people that weigh on "knowledge."

It may be natural to feel proud and superior that someone who weighs in on that "knowledge" is being consulted by someone with the title of wise man.

It also caught my heart that the lord, who was just floating, talked to Park Po (Po Po Po) instead of his usual smooth tone in a few conceived ways.

I bruised him.

I laughed bitterly at my way of negotiating and revealing myself.

Now, Pean also knows that this method really doesn't work for deacons, wives, and daughters of the "letter".

(Actually, I guess it's the worst way to use people's feelings)

If I just used my available power, position and fame of being a "sage" in "lord" in "nobility," I diligently hold back the arrogance that is about to boil.

It's the way I've come to think of it as the most trustworthy way to earn it, but I "reflect" on it as much as I need to because I think it's the extremes of the bastards myself, and I get depressed.

And to finish, "This is the only time I've done well," sage tells himself in the hot tub, closing his eyes and tightening.

(If you're thinking about people's feelings, it's a time you shouldn't do it, but don't forget)

After a lot of thought, I think of people who are going to be friends, loved ones who will have to part for a while, and "freedom" to spend another nostalgic day, albeit with limited deadlines.

Someone like my dear family who spends it with me - reminds me of the deacon's lock.

Yeah, it's time to teach Rock how to hang out with the Dark Spirit again.

The wise man wanted to teach the young man, who is also a talented man, all sorts of things that cannot be taught here in a land called Robrow.

Even though Pean wanted to, he didn't forget to hide his "selfish" and talented young man from the country in Robrow.

(Oh, speaking of which, I was going to give Rock something to thank him for.

But I'm not bored with a pocket watch that's just splendid...

Well, if I had four years, I might come up with a good idea)

Originally, when I stumbled upon a resistance called the "Determined Army," sooner or later, if there was an "edge," it was time I started making it to help stabilize the country.

In it, I also feel the time for myself at some point.

A long time ago, Peen Binegar mocks herself for giving up on having her own time, but now that she can use that "time", she can't help but jump her chest and have fun.

"My Allowed" Freedom (Limit) "is four years..."

So he murmured, and in the hot tub the sage made him dive his head like a child.

(Oh, I told Karin I was going to wake up late tomorrow, I was scared)

With that in mind, I went up from the hot tub.