Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

It was a wonderful dinner.

Thanks to an early delightful occasion when only one Mr. Margaret could dilute the aperitif we all get straight, Roy and Marie Louise also enjoyed the meal without being nervous.

Margaret, who protests with gestures and hand gestures to Mark (if I called him Dear Dizleili, he told me not to call him by his last name disgustingly with a troubled face...), is supposed to be older, for some reason, cute and will stick around for you.

From a standpoint, you have the opportunity to dine with a variety of people in many places, but the flavour and atmosphere are not comparable.

Pork and ham pies are only slightly thick pie skins wrapped in juicy gravy, while chunky meat flavors are tightened with reasonably good spices and herbs. I know very well that Roy can't stop his hand.

It arrived just today, and the beautiful orange smoked salmon that you served, along with vegetables from the field, colors the salad, and the citrus-scented refreshing oil dressing goes well with it again.

Soft-boiled ingen, plain petite bread, bread sliced and served with tomatoes and parsley. Cabbage sweet vinegar is just right for chopsticks rest.

Cold soup of carefully backed potatoes that are Walter's favorite will go through your throat with a very smooth tongue feel.

There are other biwa that I have just made into a compote as dessert, as well as a trifle layered with thick cream and sponge and fruit......

Even though none of them are novel, I'm amazed at how fresh they taste as if they were my first time eating them. Coupled with the fun conversation, I ate a lot more than usual when I said Master Walter was present. What if they think it's a big meal...... but it's delicious and it didn't stop. Marie Louise will understand, won't she, this feeling? When I stared at him with half tears, he gave it back with a powerful nod.

"I have no complaints about our cook... but I wanted to let him come here for training. Hugh said the meals were all delicious, but it's true."

"Well. If it suits your mouth, I'm glad. Mr. Hugh's been eating as good as he feels."

Dear Adelaide, face to face with Mr. Margaret and return with pleasure. Many of the dishes full of tables have subsided beautifully in everyone's stomach.

There are only a few in the kitchen, as you said you don't like magic equipment. I still can't believe I can make all this stuff in a short time.

I don't know, the kitchen at the Marquis Mansion will fade and look.

Even though I had it rarely until I was full, by the time I had tea after the meal, I only remained satisfied enough without having to bring my stomach to it.

Roy and Marie Louise have just declined their seats in the living room, but tea is served with ease in the kitchen.

And Mr. Margaret, it was normal until the time of cleanup. Now I'm sitting in front of the fireplace and almost hugging Buddy and stroking him, faintly dyeing his cheeks and laughing with one pleasure at Po Ya Po Ya...... are you drunk? It was divided by juice, right, but it shouldn't be high frequency.

I'm the one who smiles more often than not, but your face is so defenseless right now, and I'm thrilled that you're the same woman I think you've seen something you shouldn't have seen.

"Oh, Margaret, have you been drunk around by now?"

"Wasn't it weak apple liquor you drank?

"... you don't have to dilute it next time."

Mr. Margaret cheeks on his comfort on the hand Dr. Reynolds hit to see the fever. Without an apprentice who emits disturbing air in the back, it's almost like a picture of a parent and child… Mr. Mark, jealousy is ugly with your doctor's boss.

If you ask me, the alcohol is not very strong. You're in denial in person, but as far as this state is concerned, you don't seem to be able to persuade me. They gave me water instead of tea.

Worried about Mr. Margaret's footsteps, Mr. Mark was so hard told to watch the steps and stairs. I was reminded of the intoxication immediately, but if not, it would have been a momentum to lift it up and transport it to your room.

The injury that Mr. Margaret was suffering when he showed up at Meeserie seems to have been terrible, and he's spilling that he's going to be treated like an overprotective person at a time when his legs aren't fully healed yet. I keep in mind that I thought it might not be drowning rather than overprotective.

"I'm twenty-six here, but twenty-eight in the original world," he wrote with a lame look, shaking hands disappointingly with Marie Louise, who turned out to be the same age.

If it's just the appearance, you look younger than me at twenty-two, Mr. Margaret... twenty-eight... is that right?

It was still earlier than usual, but Mr Margaret and Mr Walter told me to rest early in preparation for the morning. Is there something in the morning? I was a little wondering, but I'm sure I was tired from traveling, so I'll get some hot water and go right into the bedroom.

"Hey, Marie Louise. I was in King's Landing until this morning."

"What is it, my lady?"

"It's kind of like a different world here. It's so cozy... I can stay me."

Is it because you are away from the social world, neither Lady Adelaide nor Mr. Margaret will lift me up or deny me? He does understand that “marquis", and he just talks to me and laughs as one individual. So I, too, can respond with my own personal thoughts. That's very comforting.

I wouldn't deny the relationship that would be formed on top of the title, but I knew it would be lonely. The vain of being disappointed at will in my title, in appearance, and in expectation at will.

I feel like my desire to embrace myself as a whole, including not just my family name, my appearance, but all my shortcomings, is going to come true here. It doesn't matter if you wear a cat or peek at your complexion...... people who can have it won't know how precious it is.

Marie Louise is also sneering at you for knowing.

"Roy and I were talking about the same thing. The horses are settling in for the first time. Some of you are kind... it's strange, is this the benefit of the Spirit Invitational?"

"I don't know, I didn't even write that in my book..."

"This inner valley lady was able to have a normal conversation with the admiring Count Dustin."

"Oh, Marie Louise, it's terrible to make fun of you."

You enjoyed it, but your body is tired, so take a rest, and Marie Louise's face, who fluttered and blanketed me, has always been decorated with a gentle smile...

Rugged sheets, just the right solidity sleeping table. Smells slightly herbaceous from the soft blanket.

Though 'invitee' may not have magic, I wonder if Meeserie has magic......

I fell asleep the next morning and discovered that the bird's voice was actually quite loud.

... Good morning.

I wanted to have a quiet morning about today, but the birds don't seem to have anything to do with human convenience. Lady Rachel, aren't you surprised? I wish I could have rested right after that.

When I went outside to pick up the eggs and vegetables, I was pumping the water Mr. Roy would give the horses in the flush in front of the kitchen, and when he looked at me, he stopped his hand and laughed.

"Birds? Yeah, I'm from the province, so I'm used to it, so it's okay. It happens all the time."

Good for you. Mr. Roy, they're actually Mr. Hugh's classmates. He was hired by the Marquis of Lindgren as an exclusive escort in anticipation of an arm specialized in defensive magic. Heh.

He said he was about to take care of the horse, so I asked him to come with me because he wanted to see it.

Though Master Adelaide does not have a carriage, there has been a carriage shed in this mansion since the beginning. It was empty all the time. Two burnt brown horses were connected there, during breakfast.

That, Buddy was here to see you, too. Buddy, I thought it was big, but it was just small alongside a horse. Little Buddy...... fresh and something cute. Watching him take care of the horse a little farther around so he wouldn't get in the way, stroking the buddy who came over here when he noticed me.

If you were intrigued and watching, Roy advised me to touch you. When I gently put my hands on my neck muscles, it touches like velvet smooth hair. Body temperature and supple muscle movements transmitted more directly than dogs and cats. Glossy moist black eyes.

Big but beautiful and cute... how dare I look in love, when Buddy gently pulled my skirt on me, Roy watched me warmly. Ugh, embarrassing.

It was a breeze where Buddy was obstinate somehow, so it seemed that he was in a better mood when he cuddled and caressed unchastily with both lighting and hiding.

"These horses are originally quiet kids, but they seem particularly relaxed here. Very cozy...... is it because the forest is close"

Yes, it is. I love it here, too. Glad you like it.

I wrote in my palm that I would come when I was done because it was already breakfast, and I took Buddy and left the stable behind.

When I went back to the kitchen with some vegetables in my hand, you were all crowded. Oh, I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting?

"Good morning, Mr. Margaret. Did you tell him to go outside?

Lady Rachel looks intrigued at the eggs and vegetables I have. Oh, did you want to pick it? I suppose you thought the same thing, Master Adelaide suggested to me with a smile.

"It's still gonna take a little longer until we can, and, hey, we're starting to make blueberries, right? Can you pick it for me?

Lady Rachel's eyes are shining...... she's cute in the morning. That's why I brought back the cage and the monkey and went outside again. Yes, Master Walter is with you. When I gave him the cage and asked him out, he came properly, even though he seemed surprised. Marie, when I signaled Mr. Ruiz with my eyes, he put a small grip on me, and he put the two of them behind me and came beside me. You understand.

"Dear Margaret, this is Nice."

We'll both snort... 'Cause hey. I know how Rachel feels when we're together for a little while. I wonder why you don't realize, Master Walter is dull after all...... no.

I arrived at the blueberry planted around the border between the fields and the woods, enjoying a chill at Lady Rachel, who was so twisted. Pick it because it's dark and ripe, then divide it and go by the tree.

Of course those two left it in the same tree. As such, while working, I don't mind staying near the guide, and I can talk about it. Well, it wouldn't be awkward if you were moving your hand without talking... and I don't like it, it's like an aunt partitioning matches.

If you look me in the eye, I'm starting to pick it as I talk about something fun. All right, I'll do it, too.

Normally, blueberries are something that gets eaten because there are so many birds nearby, but they rarely come here to eat them. I'm sure he won't bother coming out this way because there's so much rice in the woods. Grapes, Sacramento, netted to protect them, right? I'm glad the rich forest is nearby.

Well, my harvest cage is stringed... I put it on myself. Now tie it to your hips and your hands are free. How much are you gonna pick? No, call me Craftsman. I knew you'd want to pick the small fruit that would become a tree sardinely with both hands. For some reason, it's the tea-picking song, Summer Mochi Kazu...

"Um, Master Margaret? You've been picked quite a bit, that's all."

"That's quick..."

Oh, finally...... yeah, sure. Only my cage contains about twice as much as everyone else. I laughed at him and decided to go back deceptively.

Though not enough to jam all of them together yet, enough for a treat. Let's just wash it and put it in our breakfast yogurt, shall we?