Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

After Citron was called back to the King's Capital by a new Prime Minister.

As early horse soldiers told him, the obituary of former Prime Minister Anglekham Padrik spread throughout the country.

Nobles who serve lords everywhere and people who know his work mourn his death quietly and carefully.

"A man named Angletham Padrick hates it when he rides his own death and makes a scene."

Since the end of the peace, under the command of a military man named Yunfo Crocchus, a nobleman from whom he serves as deputy, the national funeral was quietly held and the ceremony as desired by the former Chancellor was quietly "sent" by Anglekham.

Ban and Cinellaria also mourn the death of the former Prime Minister in silence, dressed in mourning, at the place of assignment ordered by his father, Pean Vinegar.

After the sorcerer left the land of Robrow with the soldiers of the early horses.

A daily servant who had accepted future instructions had conveyed a message that he had deposited in a tone that made the maid feel a little crunchy.

She said that it would not matter if Cinellaria's visit to childbirth was again entrusted to the doctor who had "threatened" her before.

The "previous doctor" was also the person whose sisters breathed, so the van was surprised and could not talk to the man who had left a message from Citron because he was employed on a daily basis to talk straight away.

Once again, the called doctor panicked as if he had not heard from Citron, but if he had read the medical records written by the sorcerer, he would take over without delay.

In addition, did the threat of the previous mage's flaming butterfly work to an extent, the doctor will see him in an exceptional manner and not listen to his mouth other than what is really necessary.

- After that, I will see you regularly until the birth, and if the month is full, it will be the same flow as before.

At the end of the examination, that's all I told him and he went home.

The national burial of the former prime minister was also over until the end, and Cinellaria nodded to the story that Cinellaria's body and mind had settled, while at the same time sending a letter from Van to Pean with a report that her twin "sister" had been unfortunate.

After her husband sends out a letter, she tells her sons that when Cinellaria is not ill, she does so from herself.

My sons seemed to have something I felt a lot had happened in the past few days, and they quietly nodded and accepted that one of their sisters, who had heard of the twins, was gone.

My oldest son tells my husband, my second son is similar to himself. My temper is great with both of them.

Each and every one of the children knows that they are similar to their father and mother.

- I guess the sister who died looked like your father or your mother.

"Come on, maybe only the goddess of the earth knows that.

Yeah, maybe the traveler and the angel know. "

If that's what I said gently, my two sons laughed small.

When my mother, who was quiet and read all the books, had just given me two sisters, I cared for my sons because my face just threw up badly.

It is hard to watch a mother who is not ill and who is no longer coming out of her bedroom to her sons, even if she is explained to a calm father.

Occasionally, the painfully “ reverting ” voice was also a cause for concern.

I was told that one sister was gone, but because of this, my mother's health is recovering until she can talk to me this way.

- My sister who's gone, she also took my mother's disgust, didn't she?

"... maybe. Come on, play."

I gently said it and stroked the heads of my two sons and dropped them off the sleeping table that they would finish their studies and play in the courtyard.

- My sister, I wonder which one she looked like.

If my sons say so without either, the words remain in my heart in Cinellaria.

(Although I'm sure it was either me or Master Van. It's just me and Van's kid.)

At the same time, I recall the words of a woman magician representing this country, who said it strangely.

Normally, in the early stages of pregnancy, the body of the foetus, unfortunately in the mother, is absorbed by the mother.

"Your sister's body is absorbed by the" sister ". Your sister's body is with your sister."

"... they usually go home to their mother's body, but that's all they wanted to do with their sister's body?.

Then I guess you should think you have guts. "

Pushing back the word if normal, he smiled bitterly at his daughter, who took in her lifeless sister and is now well in the womb, gently stroking her lower abdomen, which had recently begun to move slightly.

"Although the fetus in the mother is also conscious, she won't be able to learn about ordinary ethics until she's out there. Even if my sister stopped moving, did she want to be with me? ”

My daughter in the belly did not respond to this.

Originally, at random, Cinellaria doesn't care that she hasn't responded because she knows she's the "daughter" who moves.

"... although I won't reply, my feelings are conveyed, right?

I would have been so sad and shocked then, but still, this is how you stayed.

As for the shock, it was a very big one, so there's no way you wouldn't notice.

So it wasn't weird for you to be sorry, but you did your best. "

Speak slowly to your "own daughter".

When I was pregnant with my sons before, I learned with my husband what it said in the family medicine book that the whole thing was being put out for the people.

And the word "have guts" was well said around the time Cinellaria sought to be a magical mentor and encouraged the thesis.

It still is, but when Cinellaria wanted to be a magician, there was a stronger trend for the public to "women should enter the home as much as possible".

The lack of certainty in that, and the time spent researching what could also be called my youth, was something that even frightened my surroundings, but I thought I had "guts".

(Will you give birth to me similarly? And will you be on my side?)

- Immediately after Citron knew he was a magician, Cinellaria felt a nothingness he had never felt after returning to the King's capital.

It's a good analogy, but somewhere there was a hole in my chest.

Generally considered a blessing, the entrance to the nobility, but the large number of sisters-in-law is annoying.

I won't deal with that. Cinellaria has strength, and my father-in-law and husband can respect it.

My stepmother is weak, but attractive enough to want to protect even same-sex, protected by my stepfather and my stepfather's shadowy butler.

My husband was the only one in the Vinegar family who seemed to be "off" and was eyed by my stepfather as a heir to what bothered him, and he seemed to have an affair with the only bothered uppermost sister-in-law, raised in the same way.

My husband and children never despise Cinellaria, but I've been able to talk to Citron for a few days - the words in my ear have been fresh since she spoke to me as a magician.

Close to being on my own, I felt intimate.

"If I had told you earlier that I had the heart of a magician, I'd still be able to talk to Lord Citron."

He was wanted, put in, and given two of the boys in a country where the land pattern pleases him, although he is a phase minister who doesn't care if he is a man or a woman in the world.

Although there is no such thing as being a nobleman and being praised, so far I have not acted or failed to act like anyone would complain to me.

Regarding the irrational claims of the only sister-in-law I find troublesome, I was irritated, but my skills to spend were acquired after a few years with my daughter-in-law.

So far, I have not misbehaved as "Mrs. Van Vinegar," the heir to Lobo's lord.

A woman's twin sister has become "unfortunate", but if she had put the word "no choice" to Citron, who would represent the country, a magician and bright in healing and medicine, she could accept it herself.

(Normally, it must be the mother who wets her tears about losing her child in any way, even if she doesn't feel bad...)

Even before she learned the fact that Citron was a great magician, the "language" she spoke had inspired Cinellaria's mind as a "magician".

At the same time, the desire to "study witchcraft" is again stimulated.

The fact that it made Cinellaria feel positive prevented me from feeling depressed and grieving my days.

I am convinced that I will hold back my feelings "until I have finished raising my child or until I have a paragraph."

But what do you care? I felt a scale in every word the sorcerer said that revived the urge I once had "indulged" in.

Once, there were so many "sorcery" yearnings that I thought I could spend my whole life looking for in the words she spoke.

(I'm sure Citron is a pioneer for women and those who want to teach magic)

There were few things going on the "witchcraft path with women" first regardless of the public or the public minister.

It is unsuitable for realistic problems and there are few women.

In the Spirit of Fire, which is attracted to strength and lends strength, men have the easiest and simplest "power" to destroy attacks and objects.

When it comes to healing techniques, women are more likely to have the magic to elicit and encourage the "healing power = life force" that leads to it.

And if it's unsuitable, this one really gets a lot of women.

So many women are healers and hygienists who can assist with simple healing techniques and treatments.

Healthcare is indispensable to every minister and generation.

So even if we had a family, those with solid state credentials also had follow-ups to national policies to make it cheaper to work.

So far the use of witchcraft that Cinellaria had been studying with the Magic Instructor was something that was beginning to be prepared as a card for negotiations with other countries.

A study of the magic of "explosions" combining fire spirits with earth spirits to first unravel and cultivate devastated solid soil lands, or to dig tunnels into rocky skins to allow residents to safely pass through land full of poorly scaffolded valleys.

This is also an indispensable part of life, but the dangerous sorcery of explosion is not just Cerisanseum if it is a small one, but also in other countries.

But efficiency is not good in any country in this day and age.

However, the country of Selisanceum was an essential "magic of technology" for the territory of "Robrow" surrounded by valleys, and it was also an effective land for experimentation.

Even if a new "magic of explosion" is developed, for immediate use, it is swordswallowing, but when it comes to robrows, the rock skin on the shoreline is also ideal for trying the magic with stiffness.

Moreover, Cinellaria had carried out its research in a way that contracted the Spirit of the Formula God "without using as much magic as possible".

"A small force can do great things."

I miss being told that in the true opposite of "getting and not being good" between men and women, I just don't have enough magic of my own, and that my knowledge was abundant - as a magician - as someone who aspired to witchcraft.

"I wish I could have had that conversation with you."

At this time, how could Cinellaria have greatly overlapped her daughter's desire to look like herself?

When I was given a child, I never thought about gender or anything, but when I thought about the part where I was clearly in the womb with my daughter, it made me wonder how much more loving I was.

I have loved my two sons enough so far, but I have been able to make the sober decision of "an individual born of me," and I maintain a good sense of distance as a parent and child.

I didn't realize at this time that I had a little "obsession" with the child in my stomach with love.

Then, a few months later, in winter, Haruhi, in the eastern country, where the sky became a lord's throne, a girl was born on the day when a cloud stained with five colors appeared that were supposed to be Swiss (a sign of what was happening).

(What... what's wrong?)

At the moment of giving birth out of the body, the great labor pain caused by childbirth was deducted at once, but fatigue occupies the body.

Among other things, the moment my daughter comes out of the body, I can see that she is "different" from her previous births.

The first thing I knew exactly what was different was that the baby "came out" moment without a midwife saying anything.

When the previous two people, they immediately called me 'Congratulations' and I quickly finished the procedure and let Cinellaria hold me to my first milk, but this time I don't have it.

Just emanating from the baby, the maternal shaking production had immediately reached Cinellaria's ear.

Even though I know that crying out loud and giving birth is evidence that I've been born healthy, giving birth hurts my chest.

(I want to give you a quick hug)

- Must be me, similar.

It's easily divided by a cloth, and Cinellaria still doesn't see the baby you took away.

"... Midwife!?"

When I woke up unexpectedly because I didn't hear back from anything, the midwife looked just a little more difficult.

Look at this. Cinellaria doesn't worry big, but she has a small anxiety.

[There's nothing else in life]

I know that by the way it looks and the atmosphere, but the midwife in charge of childbirth - in Lobrow, there were many elderly women, but the person looks back and screams at the bedroom door used for labor.

'Please bring your husband here!. And you can "tie the line"?.

Anything is easy, don't be afraid to straighten it out!. The object of the junction is the "baby" that came out '

After calling toward the door, the midwife tells the assistant young hygienist on the side that she can "strain" before giving further instructions.

While the hygienist panicked at the sudden instruction, he hurried through the juncture, which is the initial step during the initial phase - that which covers the child with the Spirit of the Wind to protect it from pests.

If wrapped in a light green "gentle particle," I stopped the difficult face and started the procedure.

'For now, we will remain bound, and this will do.

Fine, keep it up. You're a tight knot. "

'What's wrong?, did you hear the baby cheerful?

Instead of a voice giving instructions to the hygienist, the van came in.

"No, both mother and child are healthy, and…" Excellent "child is born."

The midwife smiled gradually and gave the baby to Cinellaria.

And the moment I was gently given a "daughter" twisted into a cloth, I was surprised.

"... Wow, magic..."

The baby, covered in a junction that the hygienist had tensioned earlier, was still making a loud production noise, twirling the magic that exited him in thin green particles.

But there was no such thing as physically, and Cinellaria stopped my son from holding him through the junction.

If I touched it, it overflowed, and I was again surprised by the amount of magic I immediately touched.

That's how the midwife foresees it, putting her hand on Cinellaria's shoulder after a gentle childbirth.

'You may have been surprised by the tremendous magic, but raise your first milk.

The amount of magic so far is more than amazing. Other than that, it's really normal - no, because you're a healthy baby.

If you have included your first milk, apply it to water production to cleanse your body '

Speaking to the midwife, Cinellaria hurried and nodded immediately to make her own daughter suck on her milk.

The baby stopped producing the ever too prestigious voice to perfection and sucked it from her mother to her first milk.

If you stared with a "smile of mercy" that came with your work pattern to give you your first milk, the midwife tells the baby's father - to turn back to the van.

And as a "midwife," he started giving the father the advice he needed to have a baby.

"Surely the lord was qualified as a" wise man, "right?"

If the midwife told me to confirm that, while a little confused, the van nodded clearly while comparing the "baby" and his wife in the wandering magic of the junction.

"Then lord - rather than ask your grandfather to make gloves to adjust his magic for" granddaughter similar to your grandfather "and send them to you as soon as possible.

Perhaps this magic belongs to your grandfather. '

- Grandfather gave way, Cinellaria gazed at her own daughter, who had just given birth to her.

In the midst of being wrapped in a junction, she is sucking milk from her own breasts, trying so hard to membrane the junction and releasing her magic all over her body.

'My grandmother was also a midwife, but rarely does she have a baby with strong magic like this.

In a way, magical talent is like perfectly guaranteed.

However, when I was a baby, I had to twist my hand with a special cloth because I couldn't adjust myself.

Because if you don't, you're attracted to magic and the spirits are too much, and sometimes it's not good.

The gloves themselves are for other babies, because their skin is soft and thin - '

The midwife's explanation was cut off from the way.

(… does this child look like your father-in-law?)

- At first, I had such painful thoughts and experiences, and I lost my sister's daughter.

- But even if you're shocked, you stay and have 'guts,' he says you're a kid who looks like me.

The midwife moves her mouth to explain something politely, and it is at the end of Cinellaria's gaze that her husband listens seriously and snorts.

In the meantime, the baby continued to produce the magic of being "grandfather conceded" with a body small enough to subside in one arm while being held by himself.

- I can't give myself this kind of magic.

(If I were to sprain my magic, it would take hours to produce so much in minutes)

Because of the weak power of the junction and because of the narrow range or overflowing magic, the appearance of the baby begins to appear slightly sumptuous.

The midwife immediately realizes the matter and gives a strange look at Cinellaria not saying anything, while speaking up.

'Hey, let's unplug the magic we've accumulated once, shall we? Ma'am, hold on tight, please.'

With that speaking voice, Cinellaria nodded and showed herself to the midwife in a hasty hurry, understanding.

The midwife, who interpreted how surprised she must have been by the baby's "privileged talent" to a mother who looked greatly surprised just by talking to her, let her smile gently again.

Once Cinellaria's physical condition and consciousness have been firmly ascertained, the midwife turns to the hygienist who is joining the line.

'After I break the line, I scatter it. Then, Master Ban, please tie the line in this bedroom until your father receives gloves to curb your magic.

If you've caught as much magic as Master Van, I think you'll be fine.

Well, still, there's a lot of magic, so I think if you pull it out for a couple of hours, you'll be fine. '

"Okay, let's try."

As the midwife instructs, once the hygienist has unlocked the power of the junction, scatter the magic drifting around the red child in Cinellaria with comparative simple sorcery, as the midwife has declared.

"Well, Master Ban, thank you for the instructions I just gave you."

"Oh, okay."

Once my husband knew that much magic could be used, Cinellaria still stares at putting magic out of his "inner" more quickly than she does.

"Come on, ma'am, next time, let's clean your lady up with water."

As the midwife tells me, Cinellaria gave him the baby.

While the midwife is purifying the baby, the hygienist promptly gives Cinellaria a postnatal procedure, and the van is ordering the maid to do something while checking on the junction she has made.

- I made arrangements for someone who could use magic to alternate between writing letters, communicating that I would spend a few days here, and "gloves to curb magic" until they arrived.

"... Laria, Cinellaria"

"?!, yes, what is it"

It's rare to have a frightening wife.

Births are still life-threatening.

If you thought about it thoughtfully, Ban briefly stated his case.

'I'm sorry I'm tired after giving birth.

In conjunction with telling my father about the birth of this child, I intend to ask him to tailor gloves to reduce his magic, following the advice of a midwife.

So, what's the word "baby" in the letter, so if you had something to name, could you let me know?

"Is that her name?"

Cinellaria chewed her lips gently if she looked at her dark-haired daughter for herself and her van child, who was carefully watered by a midwife.

It was always up to the couple in Bang and Cinellaria to decide the name of the child "after seeing the face of the baby that was born".

When the first child, the van decides to think, and Cinellaria doesn't disagree with that either.

The van narrowed the candidate down a few times after thinking about Shaw from myths and people with old Kaoru anecdotes.

But if they saw the face of their newborn eldest son, the couple agreed that the name of the candidate and the "baby" atmosphere were not very close.

There was a past from which the van sounded like a name, convincingly named by the couple, overlapping one letter of the person who ended up hitting Van's grandfather with words that were in his son's atmosphere.

The couple then said, "First, let's look at the child's face and name it for the child."

When I was given my second son, it was decided before Cinellaria was born "to name", but I didn't think of a single letter until I was born.

Since birth, he saw the face of his second son, and under the impression that he seemed to like the pure but wind currents, he showcased and named the name - "best friend" - of the mage, also known as a legend in the eastern country where Cinellaria loves him.

Cinellaria liked the fact that the person was a smart, emotionally gentle person, although the magic was conveyed as a "tease".

And sometimes the name of my daughter is "woman," so as usual, the couple decided to first look at her face and then decide whether Cinellaria, the "mother", would decide.

But the Cinellaria of the day, the words - my daughter's name doesn't come to mind.

Before I was born, I thought about it a lot, but "all sorts of things" happened too much - among them, the fact that I was supposed to be my own daughter, but resembled my grandfather, the wise man, put my chest heavily on my chest, and my mouth gets heavy.

(I was so excited)

When I leaned over, my "daughter", beautifully dressed by a midwife, arrived wearing a new maternity dress.

"Come on, let's get your mother another milk, shall we, lady?"

That's what I said. They made me hold my daughter again.

Babies soaked in water production didn't stir up their desire to "protect" because they smelled a little sweet, but they really can't even break up with each other.

The van that saw it.

(Guess I'm still tired of just giving birth)

thought and put his hand on his back to be supported by his wife's side.

'Right, it's not something that comes to mind immediately. Let's hurry up and write a letter to my father in order to get him to make just gloves to curb the magic.

Besides, if you heard about the grandson you took over from your similarity, your pale father - your father would be delighted '

Pean, who likes children, is kind to his grandchildren.

But the van was able to argue that it was the same as being equally friendly to all children in the territory.

Sometimes when I was young I thought about it cold, but I think he came perfectly to do the Lord's work and firmly face the child and the Father on top of it.

- But, honestly, I was lonely in my child's heart somewhere.

(-Father, even without us, I wonder if it would be okay if there was a lock on my side with my mother all the time)

Thinking it was a young thought and never in his mouth, but inadvertently remembering the "sadness" he had for real, Ban inherited his father's talent, staring at his daughter.

"... Well, if you mean you look like your stepfather, why don't you ask your stepfather to decide his name?"

Van was puzzled by a sudden offer from his wife.

'... I've never been over it if you don't mind... Are you sure?

"... Yeah, if you're kind of looking at this kid's face and taking over his stepfather's talent, then I was wondering if your stepfather should decide the name of this kid.

If I were you, I'd name you after a child who was powerless, even though I had the magic to overflow the corners. "

- I don't know how people feel about living their lives, like they're overflowing with magic.

I knew it was a story that made me include inferiority myself, but I couldn't stop it.

The van, who knows that his wife's lack of magic has caused him great difficulty in becoming a magician, calls him to contemplate and gently choose his words, wondering if his wife is bewildered by his daughter's overflowing magic.

'... that won't happen. But if Cinellaria doesn't mind that, let's do it.

Lord - I'm talking about your father, so he's going to do something that takes in the culture of the "East" country again.

So, if you two saw what you were thinking and thought it was irrelevant, you can do it again.

Father is forgiving of such things. "

When I finished saying that, the midwife was eyeing the van.

Because Cinellaria is tired, I wonder if I would have let her rest.

'In the meantime, let's write a letter to that effect. Because if this kid doesn't wear gloves first, we won't be able to calm down either.

Then rest, for the time being, it's a three-hour cycle. "

When he was given his eldest son, the couple who studied together initially panicked because they had no idea that the baby's life needed breastfeeding to wake up in a three-hour cycle.

Recently, the "fundamentals" are generally pervasive because there is a study to marry and give children, compulsory for the children of the future kingdom while Trenia, the first queen, is on the hospital bed.

"Yes, Master Van. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll give you a break."

The baby also appeared to have a swollen belly, which weakened her ability to suck on milk.

(... you, my baby... came from me even if the magic is so strong, my baby)

Cinellaria exhales "spit" carefully with her hands around her neck, which she does not yet sit on, so as not to return her first milk, which is an important nutrient.

Cinellaria noticed a slightly deeper green mix of black, in its blackness, baby eyes that made her puff out and opened up in the face of Russia.

(This is the color of your mother-in-law's eyes…?)

Deep green in the black like you're scared of yourself, looking frightened anxious.

Once, when my husband left the bedroom he used for childbirth for various arrangements, a maid to help clean it up - he followed me from the lord's mansion in Robrow, an ancient stock inside, of course I know lords and peans and karins.

I called the maid and let Cinellaria see the baby.

The old stock maid also takes good care of her siblings who were born earlier, and I guess she likes the presence of a child from the beginning.

broke up with him as soon as he was called to Cinellaria,

"Yes, what is it, Mrs. Cinellaria"

And the footsteps came lightly too.

Now I ask with a making smile as I show my daughter's face, who has already fallen asleep.

"Hey, this girl, mother-in-law... don't you think she looks like Mrs. Karin?"

As much as possible, behave as usual, Cinellaria asks casually.

The maid looked just a little surprised, but she said so and saw the baby in Cinellaria's arms.

'Oh, you do have similar hair colors.... but we've only just had it, because the baby's face changes as much as it wants'

The old stock maid tries to calm the cineralia by opening her mouth so that she can say slowly that she apparently perceives what the cineralia is thinking somewhere.

'The strong magic must mean "luck" in this world.

But to me, it's a cute little lady's baby, no different than when the babies were born first, ma'am.

I don't know who you look like, baby, "baby."

Come on, if you like, I'll put you to bed in the cradle.

Your wife should rest. I gave birth, because I'm tired. "

"... right, all of a sudden I ask, I'm sorry. Babies are just babies."

He was told to teach, and Cinellaria entrusted the baby to the maid.

Whoever you look like, baby, my baby. Cinellaria lay quietly down and began to rest.

If you spent as advised by the midwife, a few days later you received three adorable pairs of gloves and a letter with the baby's name spelled out together.

[Apricot Vinegar]

"... apparently, lord, me, the name of the continuation in Apricot"

"Apricot... lord, are you on edge with the van..."

Fill out the gloves quickly and the baby, who is still "sleeping is his job," moves his little ducky mouth cutely with couture sometimes.

The baby is now embroidered with small plum flowers in a light red, light shallot and adorable three-color cloth, given to her by her grandparents, wearing the most adorable looking thin red one in her lovely finished gloves.

As soon as I put on the gloves, the magic overflowing with brilliance subsided and I didn't have to tie the line, and Van, my father, was relieved.

If you saw your wife with a breath of relief, nothing will react with regard to the 'name I left to my grandfather' I said earlier.

"Cinellaria, don't you like it?

With the letter in hand, Van asks his wife.

Neither affirmed nor denied, the mother, while staring at the baby, gradually shook her head small to the side to deny that she "didn't like it".

"No, it sounds adorable, and it's a lovely name that neither comes from nor comes to mind to me"

It was a true feeling.

Although I was going to be familiar with the culture of the eastern country as a magic guide, I don't have the knowledge that "Three Friends of Cold Age" can also be an artistic thing.

I don't have the knowledge to come up with it myself, but it suits this kid.

- It's like this kid's going to inherit the lord's trail.

I laughed bitterly in my heart because I have the same power as how great a lord in this territory where conservative thought is still deeply ingrained, and the woman lord, thinking that such an impossible thing.

Nice to meet you, Apricot.

- So much magic, I don't care to have it, but this kid is my "daughter".

I call him by a quickly determined name, but the baby remains asleep with Suyasuya.

"Does this child, like his father, seem to be free and able to study more than anyone else?

"... Your father-in-law, lord, was he such an excellent son?"

The baby, with his really little hiccups mouth, puts Couchu Couchu and his little noise to sleep again.

Sleeping in such a cradle, the van slowly nodded and admitted, staring at her first daughter.

"Oh, the brilliant, but" the teaching side "... the educating side told me that he was a very difficult child to raise."

Cinellaria couldn't help but ask back the way her husband seemed sad just a little bit.

"What do you mean?. Does that... mean business?"

Worried, Cinellaria compares her baby to her husband.

'No, it's not that I'm busy... No, maybe some people would have taken it that way.

What I heard was that he was a governess dedicated to lords, who had already died but had also taught academics to his father '

Van told his daughter-in-law the childhood story of a person named "Pean Vinegar" after prejudging that each story was hearsay and uncertain.

That was more of a story before my younger childhood than a boy.

The time to say if the existence to be called a baby to get high will still stand up.

In what is commonly known as a grasping period, Pean seemed to have already had a fluent "conversation" while being held by her mother.

Surrounded by astonishment, parents (who hit the van's grandparents)

"The world is vast, and I'm sure that's what happened, but it just showed up at home as a son."

And, as he looked around him and said, "But, but," Vinegar parents and children had a normal conversation without any particular fuss.

And shortly after he was born, too, he was wearing gloves that suppressed that power because he was overflowing his magic from that little body.

I was, but because of my ability to have conversation with my parents, it seems that I was able to control the magic on my own quickly, and I was told that the period of time I used it was short, and that my parents, who didn't like to clean it up, lost it at some point.

Being a parent with such a big mess and no restraints, I was wondering if fluent talking babies, especially without thinking of themselves as special, would not talk to other children (babies who look like themselves) because they are troublesome.

Because if other babies even said or cried "Ah, Vu Woo," a word called baby language, a being called a parent (primarily a mother), will absorb the baby's feelings.

"We didn't think we had a choice because my parents couldn't feel me if I didn't talk.

What, those were the things that parents used to draw the emotions out of their babies?

And there is an anecdote that he told the mentor who came at the birthday celebration where the sister of the van, who later hits Pean's eldest child, was "normal".

That said, since his parents' work is lord and aristocrat, Robrow was busy with diplomacy with other territories, even then, using witchcraft as a negotiating card.

So I only decided to be an educator, and I was in a state where I was releasing my son Pean.

Such a pean generally begins reading even if he is in his early childhood, because he almost remembered the letters already.

Read as many books as you have.

Fortunately, he was the type whose parents would spare no effort against such objects, so Pean boy read the book to be greedy.

When I got obsessed, I wouldn't ask for a toothpick - it was like a child in a place like that, and by then it was common for a family order to keep the Vinegar family away to take me to the bedroom with a heirloom buried in a book at night and sleeping.

An environment where concentration was not interrupted also led to a further increase in the boy's concentration.

That's how you'll learn in groups with your generation from an early age, because when you're a boy, you already have the "amount" of knowledge as a scholar, and you have the magic - in general, you didn't feel the need to learn.

or, without boasting of its intelligence, just like its parents.

"The world is vast, and I'm sure that's what happened to me."

And the pean boy was overdoing it.

But if you go to a church that plays the role of a school around your age, you will have extra time in your spare time.

If you don't want to waste your free time and start reading sneaky books, that's not funny either on the teaching side.

And when a boy becomes obsessed with a book, and that's what the teacher does, mostly, solve right now? When I hear that, I smoothly say the right answer without taking my gaze off the book.

My ears are making me head to class "not to be rude" for once.

But I'm obsessed with reading, so if there was an occasional teacher's teaching and a discipline I learned in the book, I would have made an argument (and tried to be a teacher) and asked an unrelenting question back.

Can Cinellaria tolerate such children?

"... if it isn't then, what is it? If the lord knew he was a knowledgeable boy......

Yeah, but in front of a lot of students, right? "

"… it is essential that the teaching profession is first" intelligible and unified ".

But if there was a man named Pean Vinegar, that control would be disrupted.

So it was me who guided the totals, the tutor who spoke to me at my lord's young age.

The teacher said this to the teacher who takes the whip at school.

"Master Pean is a huge mess of your parents conceded personality, so why don't you let me paint and see.

What do you care if you don't like art in both ways? "

As the tutor suggests, the boy becomes obsessed with painting during class.

I can picture and draw it beautifully in my head, but when I draw it using paper and pencil to describe it, it's "not clever".

This was funny with my first feeling if I made it a boy pean, and he couldn't help it.

The way he painted seemed to be studying normally at first glance.

So, your father-in-law's, uh, academic problem in church is solved?

'No, it didn't end up being a solution. Now the students are more dissatisfied.

"We're in class, why?!"

To the child world, there is no son of a lord or anything. I hear some of the kids gave it a little, but guess what, my father's childhood. "

"So..."

'In the end, I only went through the first year.

Learning is exclusively a lord's mansion, but knowledge is acquired by reading and learning by oneself, and the tasks given require "thinking", and there are no answers.

The tutor - in these days, either way, he only did about the other side of the body surgery team '

That's what I said, then I stare at my daughter sleeping in the cradle.

"There may be things you may think about listening to me, but my father is not the one who annoys people, although he is the one who has been involved"

"Yeah, I get it. I just think there's something about butler and mother-in-law that you like to flirt with."

I don't mean to console you, but my husband laughed if he said what he thought.

"As for having someone like that in my family, if I was caught in the" normal "feeling, I'd be pretty tight"

"... Was the van hard?"

'If I say it wasn't hard, it would be a lie, but since you told me this story, it's been a little easier.

My father was worried so much... but he started thinking about it.

But I had let it go, but I was able to grow my curiosity until I became a wise man, not being "locked away" regardless of the shape.

So I don't think I have any regrets about growing up in those early years.

Outside, a lot of people have the talent to be a "sage," but along the way, they change it by applying it to "normal."

"How does Apricot grow?.

Sometimes the magic side resembles my father-in-law, so you told me this story? "

'There is that, too, but there is a desire not to crush a child's talents as a parent. No, I'm worried about crushing my talent, you should say.

Well, it's just full of magic, and there's the question of whether you have the wisdom to contain it. '

I was given an obviously talented child and I found myself lost as a parent.

And he told me about it because it was his wife who was going to be with him.

'And most importantly, Apricot would be a "girl"?.

Because girls and boys are growing up differently again... and don't you like this way of thinking?

"No, actually, there are times when there are still different things about the problem. Even I was a magician, because there was.

But... you don't want Apricot to be a wise woman, do you? "

- Actually, I have a little desire to be a "magician".

(One day, I want to talk to my daughter about magic)

As soon as I had that thought, the van laughed out loud.

Ever since I came to my wife, I had only seen less than the number of fingers, it was a big husband's laugh.

Of course, I'm surprised.

"That'll be all right," Father said, "He doesn't want to be a wise man, and the number of people is set."

Before this, Apricot will never be a "sage" because he seems to be a new sage candidate, still a young boy, but won't be up for a while.

No, but I was surprised that Cinellaria was worried about something similar to your father's.

Actually, there's a kind of worrying statement in the letter. "

"Oh no... I've said so many fears"

Not that I was praised, but it lights up somewhat differently what I was told to do just like a wise man.

"In my father's case, I'm glad I didn't have to be a wise man."

In the meantime, he's worried about me and Cinellaria, with grandchildren who look like him.

I guess I remember what I was told in my childhood and thought about it.

Though my father himself did not think of "loneliness" as "loneliness," it might be more depressing if he saw his grandchildren in the eyes of the world as pathetic...

Even though grandchildren think they're different from themselves, adults really care that their children are lonely. "

"I won't let this child be alone..." That's it, the words stop.

"Oh, I don't want to make you feel lonely."

My husband was necking me just a little strangely at the words of his wife, who stopped on the way, but he connected me to the conversation.

But Cinellaria was suddenly surrounded by heavy feelings that blocked her feelings.

(Apricot forgot that this girl was a twin)

- I had forgotten the existence of life that was supposed to come into being.

Now, I was so overflowing with everyday happiness that I really forgot.

If you'll excuse me, I'm too surprised that my "sister" grandfather was born with magic like my father.

And if you were a twin, then the situation floats.

I'm sure, in the cradle next to this, another baby must have been asleep letting her pretty mouth be called couchu couchu.

Fill your adorable little, reddish-colored, red-leaved hands with "Apricot" and matching grandmother's made gloves.

Thinking about loneliness is all about when we seem to miss each other when we fight with twins.

(If I were a twin, I wouldn't have to worry about loneliness from the start.

My father-in-law, who is a wise man, didn't have to go out of his way to get ahead and consider it this way.

I never bothered you)

I peered into my daughter in the cradle as I accidentally peered in.

Then just as the baby apricot cried out.

Participate in parenting as much as you can (here, imitating the way your father did) Van decides to take his seat off and get up because he finds that this way of crying belongs to "when he eats".

Cinellaria also hurried to hug the baby and put down the curtains on the bedside, once a couple and for all, to make a compartment.

In a land called Robrow, this was the norm.

'... Then I will go to the study to write the documents to be submitted to the House of Lords in Wang Du that my name has been decided.

Oh, yes, a little while ago, Sister asked me to be a witness for the boy who was to join the new aristocracy, so I use his name. "

Tell him it's better to put it in his "wife's ear" once and for all, over the divider.

I am surprised while breastfeeding because my husband respectfully calls me "sister" in his private time because it was the first time Cinellaria had ever been asked to do so by her only eldest daughter.

To my surprise, to be honest, the increase or decrease of the fall earlier had also been mitigated.

"You know my sister married me to a merchant's house.

My sister's husband, my brother-in-law, had one sister, but her sister is a noble concubine in the subknock country.

Well, I guess there's a stronger nuance than a concubine, like a local wife.

So, I have a kid, but that was the boy, so he stands up as a candidate for the trail of that nobleman.

So I'm asking you to lend me your name as a celisanceum nobleman to prove that there's a connection. "

"Yeah, we'd love to talk about your sister's daughter-in-law...... even though the subknock country is a pretty belligerent country.

But if you're a merchant, you can't be a merchant unless you have that many connections in different places.

But why not in your sister's name?.

My wife may have lost her aristocracy, but I was wondering if the achievements your sister built would be recognized in the country and in the world. "

"If my sister told me to be my next lord, I think I'd have the talent to succeed her immediately.

It's not just that men and women are inferior over there, but those tides are stronger than before our country, where peace takes place.

But I personally find it odd that even though it's such a tide, it's a "Roaches and Purple Sunflower Seal" thing.

In the Kamakiri species, smaller males of the same type may be supplemented by larger females'

At the end of the story, I felt a "temper" slightly to the story of the Kamakiri worm, and now my wife accidentally blew it out.

Van seems to read all the military law books, but he actually likes and knows more about what he cares about "bugs," and Cinellaria was the only one who knew there were bug drawings and old stories on the hidden bookshelf.

Except for the "black devil in the kitchen," the cineralia manages to be okay, so I go along with my husband's story.

Cinellaria was comfortable with her husband's story because the van also didn't go any further than she needed to.

Oh, so you're going to prove by your husband's name that the child is also an aristocrat of a man from another country.

The van nodded even with a partition in Cinellaria's words.

"The kid is named Sequin, and he seems to have a great" pull-in idea "personality.

I know nobility will take care of the house, but my nephew is worried.

My nephew said he could do it even if he was taken away by a subknock. "

"If you're a boy and you're a pull-in idea, you must be worried for sure.

Besides, if it's such a national pattern, it's more...

If it's your name, please help him.

This is when you hear that only boys can inherit, and you can't hang up as a female parent. "

My husband and his sons didn't seem like other HRs if they heard those stories because they were either moderate in temper.

And even in this Celisanceum, the idea that it was desirable for men to succeed until a few years before the peace took place had taken root.

If I tried to make it a cineralia where I was a professional lady even temporarily, it was a world where a man would benefit his breadth.

But not just to make the "width" advantageous, but to make it advantageous, men also "protected" women.

As much as I was freshly in my position, I had a firm appreciation and respect for the person who was doing so.

However, I think this country in the midst of being pacified seems to be making a mistake - especially as the Wang Capital was made to feel that its tendency was stronger.

But even though people are unsuitable and don't fit into it, it would be hard to be "raised as it applies," Cinellaria thinks of it as a mother with children.

If I can, I want him to be the one to grow up with.

I was talking about a child, and now I was thinking again about my daughter, who finished her "meal" while falling asleep, and another daughter who couldn't come out of this world.

It was a few years of shaking, but I recently remembered the trick of making the infant "slurp" out, and then I smile when I see my sleeping daughter.

(At the corner, you were born... But being born doesn't mean everything's gonna be okay.

a lot of hard work, until your "sister" minute that you've taken in)

Happy till my sister's...

'... even though I'm still at peace, all the bedrooms will block my feelings, so let me get you some books.

If you need anything, let me bring you a book of that kind. '

Soon, the van was proceeding to the entrance door of the room.

Noticing that you had it in mind, Cinellaria gives you the face you were staring at.

And the suggestion was thankful for Cinellaria, but because it was abrupt, I couldn't think of it well. For now, I put what I liked in my head and put it in my mouth.

"Well, may I ask if there was any book in the East?"

'Oh, that's just fine.

My father had appropriately given me several books from the eastern country along with a letter saying, "You can read them if Cinellaria is interested because you have finished reading them".

Let's bring that. '

"Well, I'm glad about that. Thank you."

I bow my head over the partition and thank my father-in-law and husband.

The van leaves and once again, I look at my own daughter who falls asleep with a set name - Apricot.

Sleep gently beside yourself, gently tapping your chest position with a ton and fingertips, lifting your hands filled with small gloves and moving with viculence.

Though I know it's a primitive "reflex movement" in babies, I'm still just a little surprised.

But Apricot never woke up with that reflection, and he slept easily.

Little hands wrapped in gloves, which were up for reflection, came down in sight, fingering cutely embroidered little red plum blossoms.

I lay my body beside Apricot so that I could stay asleep.

"If you were born with twins, what was embroidered in your sister?"

Think of a name that will be "paired" with Apricot in this world that is often named after the name of a flower, but it doesn't come to mind.

In addition, I haven't slept for three hours satisfactorily lately.

Cinellaria managed to hang the gown she had woven on her daughter during the slightly chilly season so that she could be invited to rest in peace, and fell asleep without weaving the futon.