Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

- Pathan.

"……"

Open your eyes thinly.

I knew immediately that I was asleep, but I noticed what the situation was when I saw the baby's daughter, who was still sleeping in front of me.

"You were asleep..."

When I woke myself up unexpectedly, the futon dropped.

(Because I don't remember hanging myself... Did someone leave the room call you now)

If you opened a heavenly compartment and saw a large clock in the corner of the room to keep your still sleeping daughter awake, a small hour is up.

This kid's gonna be up soon, too.

You slept well. Normally, I'm prepared to fall asleep a few years away.

But that's the pace of Apricot right now.

If I looked around, I could see something I hadn't seen before.

Several books were placed on the chair where the van was sitting earlier.

"My father wrote with a letter saying," If you're interested in Cinellaria because you've finished reading it, you can read it. "Apparently, several books from the Eastern countries have been appropriately given to me."

"... you brought it to me"

The baby is still asleep.

(Just a little bit, let's read it)

I slowly woke up my body to keep Apricot awake, stretched out my arm and took one book in my hand.

If you took it in your hand and opened the cover quickly, you'd feel at ease with the smell that resembles the unique hidden moss in the book.

The contents translate eastern country objects, such as plant drawings and anecdotes, into the language of this country, and you can enjoy enough cineralias that are not too interested in plants.

"Your father-in-law is really very knowledgeable."

Listening to her daughter's sleep, she breaks her face and proceeds to read.

I think I was pretty much encouraging myself to research day and night, but when I heard my stepfather talk about "forgetting to sleep perfectly for three days and staying up all night," I had a sense of respect for "what's up there," but a sense of defeat.

But his father-in-law - the butler who told me about Peen, if he noticed Cinellaria's "sense of defeat," shook his head to the left and right and laughed bitterly.

"Young lady, the person conducting the research may be fine. But those who support me - no, I won't live when I fall for someone I care about."

The butler, who looked younger than his age, remembered what happened at the time, when he looked really hard and sad.

"I respect and intend to devote my life to serving, and, sir, Pean Vinegar's life will belong to Pean Vinegar.

And my husband does his research after doing everything he needs to do.

However, I guess this is my wagamama, but now I want you to take care of your body a little bit. "

(… but you won't stop your stepfather from wanting to study it)

Cinellaria also feels that the relationship between the butler and his stepfather is too close.

On his return to the Lordship's mansion at the event, his stepfather repeatedly said, "Hey, Rock! I even heard him call."

My sister-in-law said it was some sort of hissohisso too, but there was a stepmother smiling over there, so I thought the relationship between my father-in-law and the butler was good in that way, no matter what I might say around him.

"But when you look at research, it's something that really gets stuck."

While I felt sorry for the overly faithful butler, Cinellaria had a stepfather's shoulder to show how she felt as a researcher.

And when I scrolled through the next page, there were plants that had not withered even in the clearly depicted snow.

"Saikan-san Yu... Oh, this is the name your father-in-law attributed to" Age Cold Three Friends ".

Meaning...... three things to be friends with in the cold winter season.

"Pine, Bamboo, and Plum," and "Plum, Daffodil, and Bamboo," also have many paintings... "

The moment I saw the letter picture material, I accidentally held my mouth down.

I know it's a coincidence, but it's probably why your father liked it.

Then I took a little time to think about the exotic letters in the illustration, tied to pean = pine = pine and van = bamboo = bamboo, but the moment I thought I figured it out, I was laughing again unexpectedly.

(Seems like you're only playing with the meaning of getting through)

Proceed to read the narrative in the book.

"Uh... even in the cold winter months, a plant called pine and bamboo keeps green, and a plant called plum blooms.

Even in cold weather, when other plants fade, these three are colored.

You also include sounds like Equality......

Only Apricot, because it's a woman's name, maybe that too... "

When I read that far, I nailed it to the letter in the further narrative.

[Pines, bamboo, and plums are botanically represented by pines as bare plants, bamboo as monoleaves, and plums as bileaves, even with representatives of the plant trirealm]

"Plum stands for Twin Leaves..."

- Apricot stands for the Twins.

I picked up only that part of the word and read it.

"As father-in-law, Apricot's... will never forget the existence of another grandson..."

- My chest is also suddenly painful.

A man named Apricot was suddenly embarrassed that he had forgotten that he was a twin.

She said she was crying so bitterly and sadly.

My daughter suddenly blamed me for the "plum" pattern on the gloves that looked so cute.

In the pillow, scissors were removed from the tools for caring for the baby to cut the little baby's nails.

First, a spare pair of gloves of plum embroidery thread was cut.

And take off the gloves my sleeping daughter is wearing.

The magic began to overflow from the baby's body, but Cinellaria did not care and cut out the plum flowers.

- Wasleta, Wakejanaino.

- Anatano Cotto, Hontounia Isitano.

Soon, I cut off the embroidered thread of the last "plum blossom" with a small scissor as I overflowed such words from my lips.

Red embroidered thread scatters over Cinellaria's sleeping knee.

But it was like a little plum flower that was blooming so hard, it looked like it had been scattered.

Cinellaria also associates it with a little life scattered in her mind and [connects] it.

The connection reminds me of my pity when I lost my other daughter and - my "arrogance".

[... you can forget it already, mother-in-law]

I pitied my mother-in-law, who looked frightened and anxious, who was trapped by past habits.

My mother-in-law became my mother-in-law and I knew I was working hard.

I didn't mean to be proud of myself, and I was proud to have a "boy" at some point.

"Mother-in-law, you're scared of that, poor thing."

"Whoops!!"

To the arrogance and embarrassment of the words I've said myself, I drop my little scissors, keep my head down, and look stuffy.

And in response to the sound I dropped - the baby with the gloves off woke up. Because I slept a lot, I guess I'm hungry.

Unique on an empty stomach - for a baby, it involves joke-free life and death - crying out a little higher.

Cinellaria panics because she can see her daughter crying for "help," even though she is ashamed of the arrogance in herself.

♪ Oh, wait, I'll give you dinner soon ♪

- Imaha, Konoko

Cinellaria was also struck down by words that came to mind that prioritized "living daughters".

But the only thing I can do to help you right now is this girl.

Release him to throw the scissors, push away the book he borrowed from his stepfather, and hug the baby.

That's when the chopped plum embroidery rose and rode over the baby's forehead.

But I don't notice because both mother and child were pointing their feelings toward the meal.

And I forgot to leave the "gloves to dampen the magic" off.

Starting breastfeeding immediately, Apricot sucks on her mother's breasts.

"... sorry Apricot, sorry"

I'm going to apologize to the baby who sucks on me, and with all my heart I apologize to my other daughter.

If it's true, I'd like to read you a "name," but I don't have a name, so I'll be representing the twins, apologize to my now living daughter.

But that's not it, who I really want to apologize to...

I want to apologize for...

"Red" snuck into the trembling cineralian eyes.

"Oh, Lizard of Fire?!"

Soon, a red thin-bodied fire lizard was on her daughter's little laying clothes.

"How... oh!?"

I immediately realized that the "gloves" that I had almost impulsively removed were the cause.

I can tell that the baby is getting uncontrollable magic out of his little body, and he's "attracted" to it.

The lizard of fire peeks into the mother's breast sucking babies as she overflows her magic wonderfully over the birth.

"Wait, it's dangerous..."

If you let go of your desperately sucking daughter, a baby who hasn't been able to suck enough milk will naturally cry out loud.

I lay my crying child on the bunk, looking for the gloves I took, but I can't find them inside because I'm in a hurry.

"Uh, just now, over here, sorry, Apricot, sorry..."

I don't know why, I look for gloves that I've removed, even though all the words I apologize for are coming out of my mouth.

Then I saw myself pushing it earlier, underneath the book from my stepfather.

"... There it is!"

As Cinellaria moved her body, the astonished little fire lizard climbed into production, and the "flames" that were chilling out were zero.

I was going to have three children and hear so many cries.

I'm hungry, crying.

A voice whose diapers are disgusting and crying.

It's just a dreary, squeaky cry I want you to cuddle.

- - - Tusketeoka asan!

I complain about the "pain" that I had for the first time in my life, the baby's voice really tightened my chest.

"Apricot!!"

[Accidental irony] visits the bedroom.

On the small forehead of the baby, an embroidered thread shaped "plum flower" on gloves to suppress magic, the Shizuku of flame fell - and burned up.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

Hold your daughter with your little gloves in your arms.

The yarn chips were lifted wind pressure, and the flame immediately disappeared, and the burned yarn chips fell ashed, but the "marks" were mercilessly engraved on the soft skin.

On a small forehead, yarn scraps burned up like a fiber moon (cedar) brown marks.

♪ I'm sorry, I'm sorry ♪

- Aaaaaaa!, aaaaaa!.

All I can do is hold my crying child.

But if he held it up, the baby moved his little mouth and asked for a "meal".

"Oh, it's your milk. Wait."

The mother, if she began breastfeeding my child as required - the baby sucked immediately and stopped crying.

This turned out to be quite a clap, but soon Cinellaria fills her baby's little hand with gloves with red thread crumbs on them.

Then the little fire lizard, which had come to the side, disappeared so that it could melt into the air all the way out.

Apparently, he was attracted to the overflowing magic of Apricot and embodied it.

If Salamander exhaled a ho for disappearing, he stared at his daughter, who eats with a stronger suction than usual.

If you gently stroked the elongated marks on your forehead with your fingers, the baby will face but no more tears will flow.

"... you're [strong], Apricot. I wonder if it means that it has the same strength as the pine and bamboo of my three old friends."

Cinellaria now had the same feeling of defeat that I had remembered earlier.

And I sighed heavily as I saw what I had "done" while feeding my baby.

Oh, my God.

I have red thread scraps scattered around me that are used for embroidery.

(My mother-in-law must be adorable, that's all she did.

Yeah, and...)

Plum blossoms are "flower safes" of the Vinegar family.

In a way, family landmarks mean something by name.

There's no deep meaning, just for the adorable baby, my grandmother must have embroidered the gloves.

If you don't, you can realize it after you've sinned like this.

(… If you sew it back, don't hurt your mother-in-law)

But I soon realized it was also "impossible".

If you have seen gloves other than those you are now wearing, they are carefully stitched to ensure that the seams do not damage the baby's soft skin.

More than that, I understand that "material" is used as a special object.

Apparently, not just the cloth, but the yarn used to sew together is also "something to suppress magic."

The only way to re-embroider it is to loosen the stitching, but there is no thread "to close".

Above all, it is very laborious to see and understand the making of gloves.

I'm sure, if you break it down and Cinellaria fixes it, it will also change the effectiveness of suppressing magic - possibly, it will mourn.

(This is like stepping on my mother-in-law's feelings)

Gloves serve to suppress magic.

However, the marks on the embroidered thread had been removed, resulting in considerable feathering.

"... I'm sorry, Apricot.

It's a gift from my grandfather in the corner, my grandmother. "

This is also because I had a feeling of arrogance even for a moment against that tender, feeble stepmother - Karin.

Karin thought of her granddaughter as just a polite, adorable embroidered "glove" gift.

The baby was just quietly drinking his own milk.

Every time my head moved with a small throat with a nunk, nunk, nunk, and nunk, the marks of the fiber moon left on my forehead swayed.

(... at least because I am the parent of a child, it will be clean)

The baby was quietly still obsessed with "eating" without any parental determination.

Even if you stroke the marks again with your fingertips, you won't change the look on your face.

"I'm sorry, with such a mother.

I'm sure you'll soon get over your mother's research and be strong and smart, like your grandfather. "

- - Okaaasan, Nakanaide

To a quiet, tearful mother, the baby is actually holding her expression in pain, but it doesn't tell.

However, the baby was still too small to carve into her heart that she could save her mother's feelings by making sure she wasn't "hurt".

Three months later, Apricot's neck was also to sit tight and show his face at the Lords' Mansion once.

The marks that have been made on my forehead are whether I wish I had Cinellaria, or the baby's hair - like I conceived green in black, very similar to Karin's - stretched, but it was quick, and she hid with her forehead beautifully.

As for the gloves - Cinellaria apologized to the van for the mistakes she had made without covering them up.

"... a scratch on the girl's face"

When his father says so, the baby is sleeping with Suyasuya.

"... to" Pean Vinegar, "from the time I heard it was similar, I thought I'd get one of those injuries, but it's a long time ago"

It's hard to reject, not to blame.

And for Cinellaria, the van knows, above all, that it will be an admonition.

I'm just going to hunt down my wife if I say any more, and I'm just free if I hunt her down and she gets hurt.

If you're a normal woman, maybe you're getting married to yourself with a sister who's going to be "homeless" for the time being, but Van appreciates it.

Even though I am in a situation where it is not strange to say "bad words" about my own flesh parents, "it is annoying" and I only say about the fact that the van itself thinks it is, and I am anxious to be a partner.

I work on assignment, and I often hear stories about subordinate citizens - women whose men are their own flesh parents and women who are their companions.

Whenever I heard the story, I felt it was Cinellaria's discretion not to rub it, while having a temperamental sister.

The marks on my daughter's skin are, to be honest, complicated, but very small if you look at the size of the marks, and this is not what they are for everyday life.

It will be a long time before Apricot marries you.

If you're a man like this on a mark that's only a small scratch if you try to make it into a van that's your father, I don't want to do it to my ning-roe daughter-in-law.

If he had spoken of it, Cinellaria cried.

Crying, sorry, I repeated thank you over and over again.

The baby in the cradle listening to the story on the side was usually mumbling (what the hell).

'Maybe I'll go for a professional lady like Cinellaria.

When it comes to gloves, be my mother, and if she asks, you should be honest.

My mother is also a troubled person when it comes to parenting, so she may be able to solve the problem. "

"... Yes"

At this time, the van still does not know that Cinellaria is being held back from trying to approach Karin personally.

And his mother's inferiority towards Cinellaria was his first ear, so he thought if he managed to fill each other's grooves with this first look.

After that, Bang and the Cinellarians return to the Lords' residence.

When the entrance to the mansion arrived, the "Shadow of the Lord" was standing and his head was already lowered.

(…… butler…… rock.)

Will you forgive this man, who admires Pean Vinegar more than anyone else, for hurting one of the lord's precious grandchildren, a woman from elsewhere? A deacon who gives his head up tries to smile, and I know it solidifies.

(... sorry)

Cinellaria kept her apricot in her arms and leaned down.

"Rock, he still seems to be baking my father's care well, thank you"

To the disturbing air that is about to flow between my wife and the butler, a van breaks into and speaks calmly.

"Yes. The fact that your husband is healthy makes it possible for all your servants to work without worries."

Regardless of the daughter of the Lord, the deacon, who places a "thank you" in his heart to his son, replies.

- My daughters, except my oldest daughter, don't even notice that.

'Well, that's more than anything. It's an eye-catching lock, so you'd have noticed that the gloves were quickly embroidered. "

Saying that out of the way, seeing the daughter my wife holds, and then staring at the butler, the butler was confused and looking at her daughter - Apricot at hand.

"Ah, yes. What happened to it?

The van created an even more serene atmosphere, smiling bitterly and turning to the butler, he said sorry and opened his mouth.

"Truth be told, I let you take it."

"Master Ban...?

'Oh, yeah. Baby nails extend fast, and would they be soft?.

Once the embroidery thread and nails on the gloves are involved, if you pull it, you're going to be able to remove the nails. "

"... Oh, was it Master Left?

If that did happen, I'm glad the red plum flowers were adorable, but you might want to have the embroidered thread removed.

I think when the vans were young, I felt something similar was happening. "

Deacon handed me a glove story there.

This "fabrication story" had been communicated to Cinellaria from the van in advance.

- I'm sure he'll notice right away.

- I don't know if Rock is convinced of the story I do.

- But you probably won't come in any further than that.

- If Cinellaria's conscience is tight, you should reveal it to Rock.

- Because he's seen more than children, Pean Vinegar and Karin Vinegar.

- Even if I listened to you, I wouldn't disdain Cinellaria.

While thanking the van, Cinellaria was only a little frightened, knowing the sharp gaze the butler would turn to other than "sir" from time to time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wait in the mansion. … some customers have been unexpected."

Cinellaria feared and frightened, "cold eyes," said the butler, bowing his head.

'Looks like the new mansion downstairs has already begun construction.....

Because of all kinds of equipment, children are likely to come interested...

Is everything okay there?. Including "Father"?

The butler, who understands the meaning of the van's question, smiled unexpectedly and the butler nodded.

Even if you've seen it in your knowledge and drawings, if you can see in front of you the "actual" materials and equipment used to build it, there's no way you can keep it down to Lord Pean Vinegar, a hunk of curiosity.

Likewise, the bizarre landscape of children attracted to unfamiliar equipment from dangerous places while shouldering and holding them is witnessed near the building site.

"... some of them are adorable because they come to the building site for the Lord who plays with them."

Without daring to touch the "unexpected customer" at all, Van and Rock were beginning to advance their legs to the mansion, naturally having a conversation.

With the van at the head. Later, Cinellaria holding Apricot, then two sons join hands and enter the mansion through the door the butler opened for me.

For the first time in a long time, the mansion was as well maintained as ever by a butler known as the Shadow of the Lords.

And in a way, the van feels that the mansion is managed beautifully by the shadow of Pean Vinegar.

'I was in favour of building a new lord's mansion... but this one is old, but it's still possible to live there enough'

"Yes, my husband also originally decided to" move "the mansion at the foot, mainly with the idea of making it easier for the elderly and children to visit.

Even if a new lord's mansion falls at the foot, he's going to live here with his husband and Mrs. Karin. "

"That means Rock will continue to be here."

"Yes, I will. I'll take care of you."

- Even if it's mean, it seems to mean "to the end".

If you saw the side of my husband laughing bitterly, Cinellaria would know what you're thinking.

That said, the castle is going to fall a long way ahead.

Even though you are paying the necessary wages in advance, your husband told the carpenter that if he undertook orders or repairs from other residents, he could prioritize them. "

"Father - No, it sounds like" lord ". Well, it's been a long time since they've sold me any kind of fight. '

When the van went that far, it followed in front of the door between the sights of the Lordship's mansion.

"After you report your arrival, we'll move the place to the dining room and dine.

Martha is excited to prepare a meal to celebrate her new lord's grandson.

Oh, Martha wants to ask your boys for a new sweet tasting, so could you do me a favor?

In the dark, the butler was going on about "two sons can't go in between glances."

To this offer, if Van saw his wife, Cinellaria nodded and turned back to her two sons, who were following her well behaved.

With Apricot in his arms, he crouched down and gazed at his sons, speaking gently.

″ We need to be quiet from here on out, so get your sweets first at Mother Martha's - right, hang out in the courtyard with the fountain? "

Having held hands with each other to this question of my mother, my sons, after seeing each other face, with a small voice.

"Can't we play with your grandfather?" my brother nodded as he agreed.

Apparently, I was listening closely to the earlier "children of the inhabitants who could play with my grandfather" and I was envious.

Deacon smiles gently at this word.

Kneeling gaze and speak gently, just like the mothers of the children.

"I'm sorry. Your grandfather, unfortunately, is unable to play because it is your time to work now.

But if you've been waiting for Mama Martha to eat her sweets, you'll be done.

Martha, grab your little mother's sweets and play where the fountain is.

If you finish your work and finish your meal, Grandpa will make time for you. "

If that's what I said, the still young maid who followed behind the Bang family - who seemed nice and handled the child well - gave his two sons a grin and a hand.

Apparently, Rock is giving me a "favor" in advance.

The brothers were relieved by the smile of a seemingly kind maid, "If you can play later, I will," he replied again, and his brother nodded.

Okay, please.

If the butler spoke, the maid nodded, joining hands with each of her brothers and nodding.

- I accept, Mr. Locke. Come on, boys. Let's just get some delicious confectionery, because it will be a meal soon.

The same thing was said by his mother Cinellaria in the mansion where he always lived, so the young brother went to the kitchen with a reassurance and an honest nod.

He looked back along the way and waved at me.

"Thank you, Rock.

... Yeah I'm young when I'm doing it, but I guess it's better not to be in this place because I know some pretty hard words these days, too, because I'm starting to read books'

The van thanked the butler after being at a distance that the children could not hear.

Deacon rises first and offers his hand to Cinellaria.

Cinellaria says thank you and asks me to take her hand and stand up.

The butler bowed his head respectfully and stared at the apricot held in Cinellaria's arms.

"Children don't know much about it," he said, expressing what he thought was wrong.

Though I thought it was embarrassing, I let you do the honors.

If it's true, I'd like to say, lady, that this is Apricot Vinegar's glimpse of Lord Robrow, so it's a boulder... "

"Oh, that's over-concerned, Deacon - not rock"

As much as Cinellaria called it before she married him, the tone that spoke of the butler's apricot was similar to that of when he spoke of "that man".

"Deacon, I'm too worried about" lord "or anything."

"No, it's a hunk of curiosity, sir.

Most importantly, you can do things that seem almost impossible. "

"It's like Apricot's gonna jump through and be smart like your father-in-law and remember the conversation ahead.

Admittedly, this kid is full of magic, like your father-in-law, but for now, Apricot's just one of my grandchildren. "

I'm sorry that I'm backing away from the butler about the gloves, but I can't just give up "there" and my mother reinforces her tone.

"... excuse me. I really distracted myself when I heard that the lady looked similar to the baby's husband."

The butler carefully bowed his head and Cinellaria freaked out.

I knew immediately that Rock was never malicious and said "lord" as a compliment.

Cinellaria immediately bows her head against the butler and says sorry and apologizes when she has said it too strongly in vain.

"!?, Cinellaria, do not bow your head or anything to the servant"

When Locke was in a bit of a panic about this, Van put his hand on his wife's back bending over to apologize gently.

When he was put on his hand, Cinellaria woke up his body.

'... Come on, if we've bowed our heads to each other, it's time to go in.

If you try me, all I'm in this room are people who don't want to bow their heads if they exclude their parents.

Both Rock and Cinellaria would have minded bowing their heads to each other.

Most importantly, I want you and your mother to see my first daughter. "

The diligent reader man knew that postpartum women's feelings can be difficult to stabilize, so he stopped the flow before feeling disturbed.

I've been talking about gloves lately, and if my wife starts to say "I'm sorry," I'm going to cut it up there because I know I tend to feel a little less stable.

If the butler thinks about "Pean Vinegar and Karin Vinegar," he'll think of you as his top priority.

"... That's right. Let's start with the report."

Rock moves exactly what Van thinks and Cinellaria works to change her mind too.

'... Cinellaria, needless to say again'

Yeah, I know.

I stare at my daughter wrapped in gluttony sawdust.

My sister-in-law blames me for the Apricot "sister" she must have now.

I don't know what words I can blame, but my child took "any way," Cinellaria was going to let me try to protect him.

I'll try to protect you.

Babies pat their black eyes and look up at their mothers.

At any rate, parents are able to "understand" the words from their mouths, but there was not enough time for their minds to develop enough to communicate their will by still staring at each other.

- Okay, I'll open it.

Locke declares and knocks on the door that connects Concon to the sight.

"Lady Bang, Lady Cinellaria, Lady Apricot, who is the third child, to Lord Robrow Pean Vinegar and Lady Lordship Karin Vinegar, I would like to offer you my compliments, and you are back from your assignment."

In a loud voice, which also passed across the tense, thick door, the deacon preached to the Lord for the beholder.

"Get in."

It's been a long time since Bang and Cinellaria had a voice, and Apricot has never heard it before - it was my "favorite" voice.

When the baby heard the voice, she laughed at what seemed only a "coincidence" and gave her mother courage.

If the door was opened, if the lock had lowered its head to the vans if it had entered the room, turn its back and refrain from proceeding to the side of the pean, which is a constant position - and I thought, but first I started earpounding that it was on the pean.

If you see the lord nodding in his face that he was "convinced" that he didn't move his expression against him, the butler goes on to ear the lord's wife.

Madam Lord- Karin was nodding, too, but she seemed slightly sad too, but she also felt the atmosphere that she was "convinced" of this one.

Next, Kalin's dark green eyes are directed at the apricot held by Cinellaria, so apparently he told her about the "embroidery" in advance, Van and Cinellaria detect.

If we did talk about the gloves in advance, we wouldn't have to touch them in case we talked about them.

- While my own sisters, the way they take fried feet is really ingenious.

But many times, Van has seen his father's "shadow" take the lead not to taste annoyed by his "Lord".

If I said a courtesy greeting, it would finally be a flow of babies - letting Apricot hold her in a pean.

In the meantime, the four aunts of the baby are constantly hissing with their mouths on the fans, pointless.

"- Well, is Apricot like your father or your mother?"

I'm sick and tired of being annoyed, but if Pean made a slight noise, the four of them whispered their mouths together.

Then I smiled and showed it to my own son and his wife in some shattered shape.

'Come on, what do you think? Cinellaria'

"Yes, lord, ma'am. Go ahead, take a look at him."

The appearance of the baby apricot that I have held to protect and hide as much as possible touches my four aunts.

And as soon as I saw what it looked like - opening the mouth that was tucked in simultaneously to the hair conceived of dark greenery in the black of the baby, which also looked characteristic.

The four of us opened their mouths again with the words they had prepared to blame for the "sister-in-law" who had lost one of the twins' cracks.

[This baby, Apricot, really looks just like Mother Karin]

[It's like one of the twins was taken away, so maybe he's going to "be like his mother, even if it's mean"]

[Well, because they took one crack of my life, to express that grudge, to Mother Karin - you resemble your grandmother.]

A woman in two "wives" positions feels her blood flash down in an instant.

Cinellaria was prepared, but it was still quite easy to be told about the twins' one-sided crack.

My stomach shrunk rapidly, and I felt like I had been anaemic a few times in the past all over my body - and I still managed to give Apricot a pean.

Peen realized that her righteous daughter was the "limit" and immediately held up her granddaughter.

"... excuse me"

Struck by intense nausea, Cinellaria suppresses her licence and the van strokes its back right on its side.

- Kusk, Kusk, Kusk.

By looking at the suffering, a baby puts his face in his grandfather's arms at the deafening laughter that came out.

"Pick a word, you crazy bastard!

Now, drink mercilessly.

It was Lord Robrow's temper that one of his four daughters accidentally dropped the fan on the carpet with the sound of "Katan".

- Hih!?.

Then again, there was the sound of Katan and the fan falling off, and that one didn't seem to be caused by the pean.

(... well, does the van have these "eyes" too)

The switching wise man noticed that the other cause of the fall of the fan was due to the "gaze" of his son, who stroked his wife's back and always stared at his sisters as if they had been frightened without strength.

A deep vertical wrinkle is carved between the eyebrows and his wife's untouched back hand is shaking on her knees with a strong grip.

- Nah, what is it, van, no!.

Among the sisters who were here, the only "second daughter" who would be a sister managed to get the word out, but couldn't get the word out any more.

"... Goho!"

With Cinellaria coughing to foresee diarrhea, Van gave his parents a sharp gaze like he had seen for the first time.

I stroke my wife's back from the nose, hoping that I would never use it, but I take the paper bag out of the nose in case I was supporting it.

"Cinellaria... you don't have to, it's okay"

That's what I said, and I brought the paper bag closer to my wife's mouth.

Cinellaria coughed hard a few times after that, but it looks like she didn't have to throw it back up somehow.

(Leave this to the van, Karin...?)

My "wife" should have been in shock, not just my righteous daughter.

But I don't know what I'm supposed to know about "superficially", so I can't move peans for the most part.

Okay, what do we do?

"... Aw"

(O)

If it was a slaughter, in the air, a baby gave him a voice in his arm that only sounded like a pean, so he stares unexpectedly.

Fortunately for Pean, Apricot was in the middle of this, and he didn't cry in his arms.

To be honest, I had rarely forgotten to take care of my surroundings in the rather shameless words my daughters vomited.

So for "grandfather" purposes, my thick-faced, shameless daughters dropped their fans with quite a bit of anger, too, so after speaking out, I just thought the presence of a baby would cry, but I wasn't crying at all

Just round my eyes, and the baby looks at my tall "grandfather" with gray hair.

"Mmm, I like it, Apricot."

If I moved my lips down and said, the baby laughed without speaking.

[Lord]

If you stared at that smile, even though you haven't decided on the shape of your face yet, it doesn't look anything like your wife Karin.

If my daughters hadn't even said something like that earlier, it would have been a heartfelt pleasure for Pean for Apricot to resemble his wife Karin.

And if you're talking about Karin...

I'm sure my "shadow" is watching me.

And the shadow - if you saw Rock, it was as if Pean knew that his wife was "in danger" too.

Don't be distracted, just move your own wife's eyes and see.

A wrinkle was carved deep between the pean's brows.

(... in a way, good to be sitting on a chair)

Perhaps if you weren't sitting in a chair, you would need someone's support, just like Cinellaria.

Now I managed to keep my position by putting my arm in support on my elbow hanging, opening the fan - hiding my frightened face.

I found my wife trembling from the bottom of her heart at the words of my daughters, who were spit out to disparage Cinellaria.

I'm just embarrassed that I'm too insane for my daughters.

Or I couldn't live with the rage that touched my husband's scales - so I couldn't even take it like I was hiding my face with a fan.

Pean can see the lips of his wife, a bloody pull not visible from the position of the lock.

- I have a "perfect misconception" that my granddaughter lost one because I reached out to a magic book that Sage said was dangerous that night.

- No, no, no. I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything...

Without words, Karin's little bloodthirsty lips have carved those words over and over again, which can be read by the wise.

But if I speak up here, I could hunt down Karin even more.

(Rock, hurry...)

"Ma'am, are you okay?".

Deacon says what he wants to say to his wife before all the words come to his mind.

In the meantime, in Rock's words, Pean, too, even as he just realized, looked back at his own wife.

Under which he holds his granddaughter on the cover of a retrospective, the wise man plays his little finger and, for the first time in a long time, invokes the "Spirit of Darkness" to help him.

When I made a pact with the Spirit of Darkness just to make a [connection] with that "picture book that sucks in unidentified memories and magic".

As much as I read Rock's mind to try, I can't remember using much of the spiritual art.

If he had "explored" his wife's feelings, Karin was frightened by Rock's "Clear Eyes to Worry Straight Without a Doubt".

And a conversation between the Lady Lordship and the Deacon, exchanged in "Don't Tell the Wise Man Pean Vinegar", flows into the head of the gray hair.

"Ma'am, if you join the deciding army, you will rule Master Pean, and I will do my best to make sure that the territorial lobby is wrapped in peace. Ma'am, I'd like you to take care of the house."

You remembered strongly the rest of the time, until the scene came to Pean's head.

Pean has a smiling wife and butler who once fixed Pean's most beloved, broken red and black coat in confidence.

The sage's vision dazzled when the landscape, like that of his friendly sister and brother, felt terribly loving.

Dark spiritual art, which is incompatible with the wise, is as much a consume of magic as ever.

(For now, once, "close" this place)

- Above all, now Karin is sadly frightened by the scenery she thought she loved.

Under which he holds his granddaughter again sooner rather than later, the wise man plays his fingers small and retreats the spirit of darkness.

First, Pean, who has no idea what's going on with Karin, acted - stopping by her side, supported by a van, to return the "baby" to her mother.

'... are you all right?

Keeping Apricot in his arms, Righteous Daughter nodded, although she had no voice, as Pean asked, rubbing her back against her son.

But not even a voice can also lead to not having that much energy.

'Looking at this, it would be better for the van to hold the apricot.

Plus, you look really pale, go back to your room once. Let's get you a meal too. - Rock! '

"Ah, yes, sir!

More than Cinellaria, Karin's concerned deacon was genuinely trying to speak to the Lordship Lady.

Perfect timing, can make you stop calling and relieve the mind.

(Rock can't talk to Karin better than me right now)

"The van takes the apricot. You, support Cinellaria and come.

Apparently, Karin's not feeling well either... '

'... yes, still just a reminder, it was a heartbreaking story for a sweet wife...'

So much so that the deacon looked upon the daughters of the Lord with hatred.

Look at that, Pean thinks only a little here.

Now even if myself, "Pean Vinegar", had embraced his wife, it probably didn't look too good for Karin to take.

"Madam" probably feels burdened by both "lords" and "butlers".

("neutral" position... same-sex would be better)

So I glanced at my daughters once.

Some liver-cooled daughters have no more way to open their mouths to the rare and earnest anger of their father and brothers.

(To the "uninvited guests," please welcome home. In the beginning, let me use the "talent" sent in at the corner)

At first glance, the deacon's other servant, the "maid of honor", refrained from being on the wall, but this was also a candidate whose daughters were "caught up".

It seems that when we return to the mansion, our faces will hear it.

As for the job, it's "the person we chose", so if we can't do the job, it's also a disgrace to us, so we can do it quite well.

And the thing in the mansion was, if there was Martha, the butler lock, and the number one, there was no fierce man against either, so the employer hired him "if he could do his job" without any particular restraint.

If I didn't hire him, I'd see the noise "smashed in the face," so I guess that means Pean compromised on that.

Lords turn their eyes to such servant women.

Then in the room, the faces of the four maids who were in between to look after each uninvited person are extremely nervous.

The servant was usually floating, and the "lord", who could not even see himself, was perfectly pressured by the sipping air we had just glimpsed.

Because of this mansion, the servants recognise who they "should obey".

"Two, show the" four customers "home, and the other two follow the Lady Lordship to the bedroom.

Heartache seems terrible for a speech that doesn't have too much heart. "Lord Robrow's orders."

- I'm in awe.

The second daughter at the far end brings in a maid who is a leader, responds and gives instructions to the next three.

The daughters are outraged that the servants they should have sent in are trying to chase them back, but we know that even if the "real father" had four people around, it wouldn't happen.

I reluctantly start my way home, but I didn't forget to glance at my father for the loss.

I also know that it is a mountain of concern to be precise and frustrating, but I can't stop the selfish paranoia of old, and now I'm trying to hate everything that seems to edge on "Pean Vinegar".

(If you don't change your mind... you won't be able to take it back until you realize it)

Feeling painful in a way, he drops off his daughters, and Pean gives his granddaughter to the van, who looks in a good mood in his arms, and Rock leaves with Cinellaria in his support.

The other two maids were also Karin - Lady Lordship was surprised that the addition and subtraction seemed really bad.

He immediately cared for his wife and tried to support her, leaving between his eyes.

In the meantime, Pean Vinegar was left alone in Russia - lonely, but calming.

"No matter how much peace I have built... as long as there are people..."

While a person was alive, he was about to be engulfed in a "naive sense of nothingness" that would be possessed several times, but he shook his head off with gray hair and shook it off, and the wise man left between his glances.

From what Pean saw, the most hurtful part of the look was Karin.

Of course, Cinellaria is hurt, too.

The meals that were supposed to take place afterwards did not take place in the dining room, but took the form of being transported to each room.

Pean had his meal brought to the room by the lock, but Karin would be resting, so I would refrain from eating in the room and suggest eating in the courtyard where the fountain is located.

It's a little chilly, so get your jacket, sir.

That's what they said, and I honestly went out under the sunny sky just past noon in my jacket.

The blue ceiling is high and crisp with the expression "fall out".

However, as the butler said, it is "spring" on the calendar, but it is cold.

However, eating the warm dough juice made by Martha while it was cold had the effect of "raising" the mood somehow.

I'm sorry about Martha.

Sipping the first reheated juice, Pean says from the bottom of his heart that he seems really sorry.

"... Martha, too, seemed to be able to predict at some point, and she was helping me with the porridge.

Go ahead, sir. "

The sage grinned dry as he picked up a plate with the vegetables that Rock had taken apart and returned the juice vessel.

"Ha, the discord of the employer's family, which is also passed on to the deputy number... pitifully"

With long legs, sit back in the fountain and slice thinly the local cuisine lotus roots and beef fillets to cleverly flatten the sweet and spicy stir-fry with chopsticks.

If you saw the mogmog and the Lord eating like a child, open your mouth as Rock remembered.

"Oh, in that case, Mr. Ban's brother said," I want to play with your grandfather. "

I was supposed to come here after I finished my meal... but I thought Cinellaria was at this rate... "

At that time, the door that connects the courtyard to the mansion opens.

Earlier, a maid who had ordered him to babysit, and two sons, Ban and Cinellaria, were coming.

The maid and her two grandchildren each had luggage.

What's the matter?

While the butler stood up principally with a gratuity and asked the maid to look after the lord's grandson what was going on, he received the package.

The maid said that in the room, the mother Cinellaria, who lay on the sleeping table, had fallen ill in earnest.

There is also an atmosphere where you can eat.

The van is also leaning on the side of the cineralia to take care of it, saying the meal is good later, but the kids are playing and hungry.

So the weather was nice, so they said the kids were going to eat in the courtyard.

If you told Martha you picked up that story for dinner, wait a minute, and she's going to tell you that she packed lunch back in her lunchbox.

'That's Martha. It does a good thing. Come here, let's have dinner with your grandfather'

Pean, who was listening to the maid's description quite a distance away, calls out to his grandson as he sips the juice again.

The grandchildren run out together from behind the maid to the location of the fountain where "Grandfather" is located, holding the lunch box Martha made for them.

If I had arrived safely at "Grandfather", my two grandchildren would have pinched me and started opening my lunch box quickly.

Look at that, butler and maid smile.

Then after a little while, when the butler tried to return to the Lord, the maid called his voice.

- Um, I'll report to the butler. Actually, I did something terrible.

"... what's wrong?

The maid entrusted with the care of Van's son had experience working in a nursery.

Before I took my two sons and headed to the courtyard, the addition and subtraction of Cinellaria seemed too unscented.

"If it's a good idea because you know what I mean, why don't we keep Lady Apricot?"

And when I advanced, with a great and strong sword screen. If I never do that, they say no.

- I'm sorry, I did something extra.

That's what I say. The maid gives the butler her head.

"No, you didn't make a mistake because you seemed really bad.

I took good care of your child, too, but I think he did the same.

Please continue to take care of me. "

- I get it.

The maid bows her head and heads back to work.

(Mr. Corner and all the heroes have built a world of peace, but all the gentle ones will lose money...)

Not as good as Karin, but Cinellaria also cared about Locke.

I have known her and the lord's mansion even before she came to marry me.

Cinellaria's attitude toward things was preferable for deacons, after knowing their real self and discretion in an upright fashion.

So when the Lord advanced her to the daughter-in-law of the van, I was in favor.

The butler can confidently say that the edge of the van and cineralia is a "good edge," but the environment surrounding it doesn't go down too far.

(Keep it up... how far are they going to get into the Vinegar family and do harm?)

- If it's enough to ravage the place of the important people any more.

That feeling was definitely sprouting in Rock's mind from the time his four daughters began troubling Pean, the existence of his "father".

The butler who helped the heroes, with the Lord, has a genius of sorcery, backed up by an effort that once let go of everything but re-learned.

If he had resigned as a butler, he was also a “ sorcerer ” who still had numerous invitations coming in nobility and other countries.

And the Spirit of Darkness still loves him as much as he would like to receive him immediately.

Normally, it's not strange to be taken in, but still, there's only one reason Rock doesn't fall into the dark.

"- Rock, pour some juice on the grandchildren, too."

I'm in awe, sir.

In the dark shadow of a butler who can beneath the blue sky, Rock ignores the voice whispering that the Spirit of Darkness will help him bury four annoying people at any time.

Because he is the blood of a dear Lord and his companion.

If the deacon were to corrupt himself into darkness, it would be when the Lord would cease to be heartbroken by what happens to this world.

Until then, we will follow and work not more than or less than the "shadow" of the Lord's Pean Vinegar.

The Lord was in a question-attack as he was pinched by his two grandchildren.

Apparently, he's asking his "grandfather with knowledge" what he doesn't even know about what's in the drawings.

If those four had asked their father, Pean Vinegar, his husband would have spared no effort.

I was thinking of what the butler was secretly mourning in his heart, answering questions to his grandchildren, and the sage was also unchanging.