Risou no Himo Seikatsu

A few days after Yoshijiro became educated in Octavia.

Shinjiro, who dropped off his beloved wife on her way to official business one foot away, was making effective use of the gap time to Octavia's class, heading to the computer.

The video being played on the computer is a didactic and manners course for Yoshijiro, created with the help of Aura.

There was a problem with audio recorded with a digital camera's video function that the 'Spirit of the Word' didn't work, but if you think about it for a second, the solution was extremely simple.

It would be nice if Yoshijiro repeated what Aura explained to the parrot in Japanese, just as he did on the spot.

"Cuando se invito al baile; a un companero que baila primero uno el pedazo y ultimo uno el pedazo…"

"Uh, when you're invited to a dance party, you're the one dancing the first and last song..."

From the images played on the computer, I hear myself speaking in Japanese, behind Aura's voice speaking in inaudible local languages.

Listening to your own voice played on the machine doesn't feel very good, but it's definitely worth the use.

In this way, when Yoshijiro is reviewing his education and manners on the computer, the entrance door is knocked.

'Excuse me, Master Zenzilow. Master Octavia is here.'

"Oh, okay, I'll be right there"

To the voice of the samurai, Yoshijiro cut off the power to the computer. It's Sanjiro who has multiple computers, watches, cell phones and accurate watches, but since it's Sanjiro alone who keeps time on a minute by minute basis, there's not much point in caring about fine time.

"Okay, shall we go then?"

Yoshijiro opens the door and goes out into the hallway. There was a familiar blonde samurai carefully bowing her head.

At first, he was quite confused and is now accustomed to some of the servants' demeanor.

"Thank you. Well, good to clean up."

"Yes, I'm in awe"

By ignoring the intentions of Yoshijiro and seeing the samurai who do not come into the room where Yoshijiro is, wherever possible, like "hotel employees," Yoshijiro measures the right distance.

Yoshijiro's words and attitude are a little too disturbing as the lord of the backyard, but it is impossible to continue with the attitude he has taken to this backyard, which should also be called 'home' to the boulders. Fortunately, the servants of the rear palace are trustworthy, mouth-watering people carefully selected by Aura. To some extent, even with a crushed attitude, there would be no problem.

(I've completed yesterday's review, so I'd like to manage to finish my lecture on upbringing and manners in the morning. That way, you can put your time from lunch break to night into magic lectures. Yeah, I have more than three hours of lunch break, so if I can rendezvous with Aura, I'll have a magic preview review there, too. It would be better if you took an afternoon magic lecture)

That's how you make your plans for today exactly and efficiently, while Yoshijiro goes.

In reviewing the gap time, advance the contents of the class. Make it even more efficient by having an afternoon magic lecture previewed during the lunch break.

After all, can't the values that have been cultivated for twenty-four years with 'diligence' and 'seriousness' as virtues be rewritten now?

Yoshijiro had a plan in place to 'perform as efficiently as possible' the responsibilities he had been given, as if he had temporarily forgotten himself as a hippo applicant.

While Yoshijiro was taking Octavian lectures, the samurai worked on cleaning the main room and bedroom that Yoshijiro usually used.

As a samurai with a royal palace, they are also highly skilled who are just not embarrassed, but cleaning here is a little different from the rest.

"You know what I mean? As a general rule, it is strictly forbidden to wipe Zenjiro's personal belongings."

"Yes!"

The young samurai replies flatteringly to the voice of the elegant middle-aged woman, who seems to be the overall head of the cleaning lady.

It is impossible to teach all the samurai how to handle the appliances in detail. Yes, Enlightened Sanjiro told the samurai beforehand, "Cleaning is enough from just wiping. Quit wiping the water," he told her.

In fact, I guess the area where water wiping is dangerous is part of the whole thing, but it is Sanjiro's feeling that it is quicker to do it yourself, if only enough to teach the samurai about it.

The middle-aged samurai, who herself watched the whole movement as she moved her hand, giggled and shouted loudly at a pair of young samurai who looked like the wind that was continuing to sweep.

"There! Only in front of the table, how many people are cleaning!? That's enough for one person. Finish it now!

To the reprimand of the middle-aged samurai, the three men, who were politely wiping the table where the computer was installed, shrug their necks in dismay.

This is where Yoshijiro sat until earlier. I mean, it's where the fans are running and the ice cubes that haven't melted yet.

In the freezer room, we're already making the next ice cube out of gold. By lunch break when Sanjiro returns, it will be complete. For this reason, Yoshijiro had given permission for this near-use ice to be used by the samurai as they please.

Finally, towels cooling in the refrigerator are also allowed to be used, provided that the separation is observed.

The samurai around you sweat at the temples, which also makes sense in keeping Kojiro's environment comfortable.

"No matter how much Master Zenzilow says you can like the rest of the ice, that's a story after doing the job right. It is a discourse, such as retreating from work and using the tools of the Lord to cool down."

When the middle-aged samurai says so, she relentlessly opens the wooden door of the room.

As soon as possible, the windows burst into the room with a murky hot air.

"Yikes!?

"Oh no, just a little more"

"Oh, the ice, my ice melts..."

The three samurai, who were swinging cleaning as soon as possible and enjoying the cold wind, mourn and grieve with exaggerated reactions.

Even though it's relatively easy to spend the morning, temperatures are nevertheless barely as low as body temperature.

To the three screaming samurai, the middle-aged samurai gets prickly angry with both fists on her hips as she gets older and remains thin.

"I'm not kidding until hours. If you don't expose yourself to the light of day, you won't see where it's dirty. Turn off the stand lights. You know how to turn it off, don't you?

To the words of a middle-aged samurai without saying yes or no, the young samurai return to work as they gave up.

"Yes."

"Well, then, I'll scratch that carpet over there."

"Oh, ice, my dear ice..."

Watching the troika of problematic children who managed to get back to work, the middle-aged samurai sighed in a ho.

"Damn, these kids. If you let go of your eyes for a moment, it will loosen up."

When they first laid down for the rear palace, they were also nervous enough to make themselves strong enough not to buy the Lord's disapproval that they were from another world.

But when I opened the lid, a man named the queen's son-in-law was the Lord untouched enough to clap out.

I won't say anything. Smile and forgive some mistakes. In the first place, rarely does it call for a samurai. Thanks to you, the young ladies are like this in less than a month.

These three are a particularly "loose" category among them, but a similar concern can be said for the young lady as a whole.

"Really, it's lamentable. I can't believe these are prosperous backyard ladies."

The middle-aged samurai had leaked bumps and dissatisfaction as she handily ragged the leather sofa.

Once the main room has been cleaned, the bedroom is next.

"Wow..."

"Even yesterday..."

"Your Majesty, you're close."

Sanjiro and the samurai who entered Aura's bedroom had a subtly drawn laugh at the smell of standing out of bed every day.

Bed sheets. Nightwear and underwear I used last night, which I put in a cage next to it. The smell that drifts from it tells the story of Her Majesty the Queen and her son-in-law staying thoughtfully close in this room last night.

"It's quite a thing. If you look like this, you might expect to take over as early as next year."

Meanwhile, one middle-aged samurai says so and nods contentedly.

Indeed, as a people of the kingdom, I am glad that the queen and her son-in-law are close, but there are also a few complicated emotions for the young maids, who are somewhat proud of their beauty.

The samurai garments of the Karpua kingdom, the South, are quite thin compared to those of the northern countries.

The bright blue skirt is only about the knee length, and the arm is a complete sleeveless. I haven't made it fancy in vain, like a boulder with a clear bust or waistline, but it should look pretty appealing if the young lady wears it.

Yet their Lord hasn't tried to touch them one finger until today.

If it's so pale quality to a woman, it's still convincing, but "physical evidence" rolls into her bedroom every morning that she's more aggressive than this in her evening operations with Her Majesty.

Nothing, I don't want to be the 'treat' of the queen's son-in-law, but if I can't turn the water on this one, my pride as a woman is hurt a little.

"Look, we don't have much time. Let's get this over with. Change the sheets. Turn your dirty night clothes into the laundry and put the finished laundry back in the costume box."

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Huh, the bedroom is a little cool..."

Compared to the main room, there are few bedrooms on top of the small ones. Even if it's time to change laundry and sheets, the bedroom is less than half that in the main room.

The samurai were accustomed to doing their job.

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That afternoon. Sanjiro, who also had a luncheon with Dr. Octavia that he couldn't afford to taste today, had a peaceful time with Aura in the main room of the rear palace, which he had cleaned beautifully in the morning.

Sometimes it's still called noon, and it's not liquor that's in the glass you two have, it's squeeze juice of ice floating water and fruit.

In his lecture, Yoshijiro said, Aura sits on the couch to rest her tired head in government, and the two sit on the couch to lean in and watch TV.

The audio coming from the TV, naturally in Japanese, should be incomprehensible to Aura more than the spiritual doesn't work either, but the audio doesn't really matter to the images we're seeing right now.

After watching the screen in silence for a while, I said, "Okay, okay!" It was Aura who raised her voice.

"Lies, again? Don't say it, don't ever say it!

Gojiro, who has been crossed over, looks in a landscape photo that shows on the screen as he regrettably shouts his surprise.

Some of the pictures should be changing gradually. Hitting that within the time limit is the spirit of this game, but Aura, who does it for the first time today, has a far higher chance of winning than Yoshijiro, who brought it in so far.

After all, is there a difference between observation and attention?

"Um, don't tell me, don't tell me. Thin red flowers on the right edge of the screen will be visible by now."

"Wow! Aura, you, evil personality!

The two faces enjoying the game had a relaxed look on their faces that they wouldn't show outside.

Afterwards. Turning off the TV and the game, in the quieter main room, Aura speaks to Yoshijiro sitting next to her as she tilts the glass with ice water in it.

"So, how's the lecture going? Last night, we talked about getting a passing score when it comes to education and manners."

In response to Aura's question, Yoshijiro nods satisfactorily.

"Oh, for once in my morning lecture, I got a pass around there. Well, it seems to be level that you won't be ashamed to go outside the minimum."

"Well, that's good. So is the afternoon lecture magic only"

While Aura answers that with a smile, she thinks inside.

As always, this son-in-law is diligent. Although he does not seem to be aware of it, there are passages in which he takes for granted that he will achieve the best possible results for the tasks he has been given, to the extent that his power extends.

There are several of these hand types in Aura's men, but it's actually surprisingly difficult to use these people. I spare no effort, so it's user-friendly, but I don't like to sound weak, so if my superiors don't assign me a job well, I have a bad habit of carrying the job in on my own until it breaks.

Sanjiro, who doesn't know the inside of such a wife, says with a smile.

"Yeah, it is. So while you're at it, can you tell me a little bit about magic? Sure, the necklace of magic is that it's extremely ineffective, isn't it? So, I heard from the beginning that it's the" grant magic "of the two kingdoms and the" space-time magic "of our Karpua royal family that are overcoming that weakness, which means that space-time magic works not only in space, but also in time, as its name suggests?

Quickly, to his son-in-law, who begins his afternoon class preview, Aura returns the words without hiding her bitterness.

"Here, talk about the lecture after the lecture begins. Now beside you is not Octavia, the teacher, but me, the wife."

When it comes to education and manners, the least you can do is say that Yoshijiro will finally show up in the public service and in a large social circle. You say you'll be busier in the future, but you keep trying so hard from now on, it won't last long.

"Uh, yeah, that's right. Yeah, that was it."

On the limb of a soft loving wife who can be pressed against her right arm, a question about the magic that I was going to check during the day comes out of the head of Yoshijiro with his eyebrow butt lowered, sully.

Sitting next to each other, Aura puts her face on Yoshijiro's right shoulder, and Yoshijiro holds Aura's shoulder with an arm that spins from her back, holding her in a grip.

"Swoo......"

"Hmm, did you sleep..."

Confirming that her husband had fallen asleep, the queen turned her arms to her husband's hips, who, laughing small, rested quietly, and closed her eyes herself.

"Coo......"

Eventually, it is time for the queen and his wife to stay together and start to take a nap so as to regain the sleep of a harmonious and lacking night.

Queen's son-in-law, Zenzilow's social debut a few days ago. Yoshijiro was still having a peaceful time.