Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Not long after lunch, Mr. Walter returned home as planned... with your lady.

The ladies who stopped by the village chief's house to see where Adelaide's mansion was, Walter, who was just there, was in the shape of a guide.

As always I was in the kitchen, I hurried off my apron and rushed to the front hall, where there was a lady with a samurai.

Wow... what is this bisque doll? White skin with strong blue, subdued and elegant makeup for a face symmetrical to the left and right that can only be described as beautiful, I guess the dress is a travel outfit, although the shape is simple, the good fabric cannot be hidden. Gorgeous blonde hair is simply lightly wrapped together to match her clothes, most importantly with thin purple eyes surrounded by those long lashes! This isn't even in Hollywood. It's the kind of real thing that gets hidden in court.

Oh, I had eyes. Wow, sneering...... hey, it moved.

"Nice to meet you," Spirit Invitational, "Dear Margaret and Adelaide Dustin. It's so good to see you. My name is Rachel Lindgren. I'm sorry I suddenly got in the shape of a push. Please, I was hoping you could spare me a moment."

This is what I call rolling a bell. And a beautiful bow. The samurai also thank you in breath at the rear...... Perfect, great collaborative play. Hey, when you get a gentle thank you with that thin waist, it's good even though you're same-sex. Yeah, nothing but eye bliss. Yeah, it was totally different from Mrs. Rachel Lind in Ann's world. What am I going to do with this sense of gap.

I apologize for the burning blade, but thank Adelaide for teaching me. I could stare straight in the eye with a smile, so I smiled back in the same way, and my white cheeks turned a little red and my eyes swam. Yeah, cute.

"Well, don't get so hard. Mother, would you mind in the living room? Margaret, keep that magic guide too."

Master Walter told me to go back to the kitchen once. Since Adelaide bought me a cup of tea and a guide to the wizard to leave as soon as possible because I was a customer of mine, I went sweetly to the living room with one hand of the magic guide.

I know it's really a good idea to sit face-to-face, but you're gonna need a palm or a magic guide to talk to me, so excuse me and sit next to the couch. It seemed like I knew that and the place was vacant from the start, and I was a little relieved that it didn't look bad. Well, I wasn't really worried about that area because Lady Adelaide and Walter said it was okay, but for once.

It also makes me silly to compare myself to being such a beautiful person. You can think of it as sitting next to a statue of a goddess of art. Nevertheless, skin that you can look at nearby. It is the stained occupational disease that brings up the colour number of the foundation.

As she turned her body obliquely to me right next door, the lady smiled beautifully.

"Again. Please call me Rachel. And that's Marie Louise, the samurai, over there. We'd love to get along."

Oh no, this lady is so cute. Classy and sophisticated work is undoubtedly carried out by the upper class, but there is no disgust at all. I think the samurai is about the same age as me, with dark brown hair neatly together, and feels like a serious and well-looked after chairman of the committee type. I think I can count on you.

"I would serve the 'invitee' with the finest gratitude if it were meant to be, but I heard that Master Margaret doesn't like the liturgical stuff. If you're not disrespectful, will you allow me to do the same as Master Walter or Hugh?

Hmm, why is Mr. Hugh out? If you doubt it and write it on the magic guide, oh, and Master Walter sitting on the side hanging tells you.

"Lady Rachel's father is behind Hugh. I've been in school ever since, so don't worry about it."

"I've known him since I was a child."

I see, so you became this candidate, convinced. Besides, if you're used to Mr. Hugh, it seems okay to shatter your attitude somewhat.

First of all, he stopped "like" me, and Adelaide brought me tea while I was writing back to the magic guide and talking a little bit. The tea prepared by the samurai Marie Louise and I is still stable today. My heart and mouth were lighter with cute sized baked confectionery, and when I realized it, I was playing the story with a lot of ease.

I was helped by the topic that Master Adelaide would shake, and no matter what, I didn't think Walter would talk so socially. What a surprise. Because although I escaped from the top of the original Buddha when I came, I still had a small mouth count. What, you can have a normal conversation even though there are a lot of unusual social dictionaries.

And I was surprised to hear that he had left the King's Capital a long time earlier this morning, and that it was time to take a moment to get back by the end of the day, even though it had not been an hour. I wonder if it took that long, though I'm supposed to be a distance away from being able to go shopping and come home on a day trip. The reason for this was that Mr. Marie Louise told me Pollo.

"Lady Rachel has a terrible carriage sickness. It takes more time than the average person because they can't increase speed."

"It's terrible, Marie Louise. Slow down, you'll be fine. You'll be fine today."

"Well...... but then your body will be tired too. What if they stay here today without leaving right away if you like? So tomorrow, I'd better be able to afford it."

Adelaide's offer is perfect. I also know how spicy it is because I had a terrible car sickness as a child. Was the whiteness of the colour on the front door also intoxicating, convinced? Dumb return. Then it will be difficult not only for the lady's body, but also for the lady and the horse. Lady Rachel panicked as she turned red and turned to the samurai.

"Uh, but not at all annoying. I can't believe you're suddenly interrupting and staying further."

"I'll lend it to you if you don't have a night dress. I can't give you any hospitality, but this is why you're here. It would be hard if you couldn't do it and you didn't feel well."

"Right, and Margaret would like to talk a little more, too, wouldn't she? Send the Marquis a letter now and he will arrive at night."

Yeah, and Walter was right, and I wanted to talk to this lady a little more. Even though you're a lady, there's no such thing as a high-flying car, it's nostalgic, easy to talk to, and fun. Although my relationship with Marie Louise is also polite up and down, emotionally it conveys the feeling that I'm more of a friend or sister than a samurai. Something... I think he's a good boy.

Although the lady was slightly reluctant, Marie Louise recommended that she should stay overnight.

The Marquis carriage is splendid and comfortable to ride. If you ask ten people that there is nothing wrong with riding for ten hours... the exception is our lady.

"Marie Louise, please slow down a little..."

"Yes, Master Rachel. It will be our last break soon."

"Yeah, please..."

Lady Rachel, the best princess in the Marquis Lindgren family, is stuck in a seat that should be tightly packed and more comfortable to sit on than a little couch.

This carriage for extra comfort was originally engineered and improved for Rachel, a terrible wagon sickness. Unfortunately, it has not been very helpful, but the marquis, who is your father, and the tearful efforts of the workshop, which have been pushed to impose difficult challenges, deserve praise.

And even though you know more about this carriage sickness than anyone else, Lady Rachel herself, who pushed off the daytime forcible army to Meeserie, would like to commend you only for that willingness. Though I knew this was going to happen, I'm probably sweet too, when I also pull in the disgust that makes me want to say "look" when I see a lady that looks spicy in front of me.

The same years passed since I was fourteen years old when I served the Marquis as a maid. Been a dedicated maid of ladies for ten years. I have enough loyalty to say that the happiness of a lady who looks like the Lord and sometimes even her sister comes first.

Take your last break just before entering the village. If I got off the carriage and was blown by the wind, my complexion went back a little too. After this, I stopped by the village chief's house to check the location of the Dustin residence, and even though I didn't want to, I met the Earl of Walter Dustin himself and his complexion changed busily again.

Get aboard with Count Dustin, and where are you going to add and subtract for the short time to arrive? It's been a long time since you've shown me the lady's real cat.

I'm going to Meeserie as a candidate for the Speaker of the Spirit...... It was fast for a lady who was concerned between Count Dustin and the woman of the Invitational, a long-time one-man, to talk to her father and the Royal Palace.

Even in the Wang capital, a lady of great fame and status is still single at the right age because she even persists in her first love since childhood. And the pro idiot that you should stay home without getting married... no, thanks also to your drowned parents and brother.

The love you two gave up once in your age difference and Count Dustin's marriage rekindled in the form of his divorce. Then again, I've been keeping an eye on the lady's love whereabouts for a long time nearby, but there's been no progress as if it was even a curse.

Well, if you go over there, you only have the perception of being the daughter of the boss to whom you work. And when you get out in front of the Count, you just become a quiet daughter, lady.

Does the relationship, which was thought to last forever, show movement by fulfilling it? Around the kitchen at the Marquis Mansion by now it would be exciting to occupy a destination.

Whatever is childish, the rare form of a lady who doesn't usually say anything unscrupulous. I am honestly surprised because I didn't think I would actually go into action. And even the royal palace people are sincerely looking forward to meeting the 'invitees' they have yet to meet.

Village detachment from the center of the village. An ancient and spacious mansion with robust qualities, surrounded by lush greenery with woods behind it, was the destination.

Announcing the visit in the entrance hall, two women emerged from the back. The old lady is Adelaide, Count Dustin's mother. It's an old-fashioned outfit, as rumors have it, but it looks good without discomfort. I think it's rather nice compared to the ladies of Wang Du who can't help but make young ones and decorate them with Gotegote.

Slowly appeared only to cover one leg from behind...... "The Invitational of the Spirit" Dear Margaret. Sleek body, glossy hair enough to pass shoulders, mysterious odd eyes. The soft white pearl piercings shaking in the shadow of dark hair looked great and impressive.

I guess you didn't expect me to come with Count Dustin, he looked at us lightly and seemed surprised. As Hugh said, he bowed beautifully to the manipulation and was attracted to that grin, which was supposedly dusty.

Never a fine but wonderful beauty, but you want to be more friendly with the face that feels "quite beautiful but plain" but that smile is very appealing... there is no back, or you don't want to be alert.

I know what it's like to say that Hugh is a cute guy. It had an unspeakably strangely pleasant atmosphere.

After this, the Dustin family, worried about her health, will stop and stay overnight, but it will be a day full of surprises.