Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

"See you soon"

That said, Master Walter boarded the carriage. Though Adelaide seemed to regret only a little, he was smiling and saying goodbye in front of the mansion. Because I can assure you that the word "soon” is literal.

And I'm in the carriage too...... it's clinic nanny day. Above the aisle, Mark was also sent to the clinic with Walter today because it meant going to Wang Du.

Mark said the doctor's license paperwork or whatever else was going on. They told me to tell you when I got back, but if it's hard to say, I don't mind. It seems that this trip to Wangdu has something to do with his parents' house, so some of them won't want to be touched.

Though I teach and read books from Dear Adelaide and Teacher, I do not really understand the aristocratic society. I probably won't be able to do it again.

Until the days of my grandparents and great-grandparents, it was not uncommon for "home" to decide whether to marry or get a job. But I didn't live in those times, and the restrictions were essentially given the right to make my own rounding choices for something. How I imagined that would not be enough from the point of view of the people of the day.

So I don't think Mark should say that he knows what kind of hard feelings Adelaide has had.

Just if you can let me stay by your side. If you'll allow me to lean in.

"I guess you want to surprise Margaret. Wait for him."

The teacher, who seems to know the circumstances, said so with a bright face, although he seemed a little sorry to shelter his beloved apprentice, who did not give details. If the teacher says so, I'm sure it's not a bad thing. The teacher stroked my head again when I told him that it would be okay if he came back with his usual face without anything.

My luggage is light today. The basket lunch is just for the teacher and me, and I don't already have the magic equipment on hand.

The magic equipment borrowed was returned with a request for improvement. I'd rather be a little smaller to carry around, or I'd be happy to write lighter because it hurts my hand if I write longer, or something like that.

But this was very convenient. It's faster than writing in the palm of your hand, it definitely tells you something when you shop, and you can ask a lot of questions without keeping other customers waiting.

Most importantly, it is satisfying to have a place with a beautiful snail pattern on the edge rather than a practical side, or where the pen is a feather pen. Stationery and practical supplies have never crossed even though they are beautiful, right? And I think it's amazing how you make this stuff out of magic.

I also wrote a thank-you note, but I asked you to tell me if I was very grateful.

"These magic guides are hard to come by. But there are certain people who need it, so it's desirable for the producer to give it a try and hear their thoughts."

Because it biases the development and production of what more people want, it's hard to get to Minority even if it was truly necessary... it's here and everywhere with us.

"Thanks to the invitee, I was delighted to study it with dignity."

Then it wasn't in vain that I lost my voice. I wish I could have done anything to help.

While listening to that, the carriage arrived at the clinic. Mark lends me a hand getting off, and on the other side of the carriage, Master Walter, who opened a small window, is saying goodbye to the teacher.

Mark asked me what I would like for a souvenir if you were to go near the carriage entrance while the porter loaded the package. After a few thoughts and answering "Fun Souvenir Tale," I felt like a Kyoton for a moment, and then I looked happy and was brushed on the head with grandeur. Hey, I'm so messed up!

'Cause I have everything I need, and I don't suddenly float about what I want, and I'm not sure what the King's Capital has, and, well, I guess it's everything. So if you insist, be informed. Besides, it must be fun to hear from Mark about Wang Du... what a maiden thought. Has Lady Rachel contaminated you with depression?

"Okay, I'll be there then"

Mark, looking down at me panicking in his heart, narrowed his eyes as he fixed my hair and said so, hugging his shoulders fluffy and light like an accidental blow. The kiss dropped at the top of his head was shadowed by the door and could not be seen by the teacher or Master Walter...... should be. Please, say yes.

Ha ha, I made a light noise and the carriage was just gone. Dr. Daniel pretended not to see the heat on his face that wouldn't cut him cold...... adult response, thank you. That's romance grey, caring is smart and good looking.

He followed the teacher into the clinic and began to support the nanny, whom he had grown accustomed to.

As crowded as usual, waiting room as usual.

Patients are used to it because it is not uncommon for Mark or his teacher to go to visit or go to Wang Du and one of them is away. Spontaneously give way to the order to people who seem to be ill more or babies with fever, or go home once to do so because it's just medicine.

The people of Meeserie are really, idyllic or good people, like a downtown full of humans. Well, even though it can be quite disturbing if you hang out in depth, that probably doesn't feel so forceful to the extent that it's acceptable unless you're a communal handicap.

As a matter of fact, Master Adelaide is a nobleman and lord's blood, and the mansion doesn't appear in the center very far from the village, so it's not that deep with the villagers. But it's not avoided, it's simply forbidden, or classy and beautiful Adelaide feels like the treatment of high ridge flowers. Although this is not the case in extraterritorial women's associations.

Either that or I think I'm a shallow newcomer who comes and gets a lot more neck stuck.

Somehow, a lot of people talk to me about keeping secrets. It's because I have no blood relatives in the village, and they don't think I'm going to say anything from myself because I don't have a voice.

I want to tell you, but I think it's just fine to spit out things I can't. I don't know, I guess the king's ear is something eary about Roba.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you spit it out on your own and refresh yourself on your own, you can give me something at a later date or you can give me a convenience, or you can say 'You're a good kid I can trust' and you can raise my stock.

I have trouble overestimating it, but I haven't had a heavy life consultation, okay? I broke the plate I got for the wedding celebration, or I'm unhappy that my strong, arm-wrestling, stiff husband can't have a dog because he's actually not good at dogs and even scares puppies. She said she was cute.

I was wondering if I might have been useful in that regard because it had something to do with my work in Japan. I taught her a little trick to take care of her skin and hair and it spread quickly.

This world...... I'm not sure yet, but the women of Meeserie, there was only perfumed oil for skin care. Um, it smells like flowers on the oil or something. The quality is good and I use it in small quantities, so I have it for a long time, but it is expensive. Actually, I don't think that's it, but the prices of groceries and stuff are so low that they seem very expensive. When I said it in the mood, it was like 30,000 yen of beauty liquid.

There's no way a normal housewife or daughter can use that stuff for wheeling routine, and of course I can't either. Master Adelaide just had it, and I actually got one, and I use it very much. The women of the village are buying and dividing it up for a few. I knew that would reduce the amount and frequency of use.

That's why when I came here and settled down a little, I made cosmetics for myself.

I don't wear full makeup like when I was in Japan, and my skin condition was good with regular life, but I was still concerned about a little dryness and all because it was a habit for many years.

Chamomile There are many herbs to begin with. Olive oil also gets good stuff. So I combined them to make something lotive. Knowledge of handmade cosmetics had stopped with my grandmother's hechima water and I wasn't sure because I didn't get glycerin and other drugs, but the herbs seemed to be of good quality.

The simple one of soaking it in alcohol and extracting the extract, or diluting it out with clean water like a herbal medicine, adding oil to suit your skin condition and stirring and using it every time like a dressing. Make it little by little so it doesn't rot, and don't set it aside in enough quantities to be used in a couple of days.

I must have thought someone had already made it because it wasn't a big deal. Then, unexpectedly, there was no such thing as lotion. I wonder if it was not suitable for other consciousness because of the high degree of perfume oil completion. If you extend the fragrance oil after applying this, the amount needs to be small and the effect is high.

I tried it on Dear Adelaide who looked interesting and this works again surface. My skin was pretty from the beginning, but it just hurt a lot because I'm out there with a lot of field work and stuff. Well, it looks shiny when you get shiny and shiny. Even the women's club was immediately noticed and talked about, and when I first attended, it became a makeup workshop.

I told her how to make lotion and how to take care of her skin and hair as she asked, but she said that was good.

It was thanks to this that she was quickly accepted by the women of the village and in a position to be further consulted.

In fact, the women's skin in this village was cleaner than it was when I came. Sometimes my husband tells me to thank you. She said she was comfortable touching it with Svethbe.... hey, we're good friends.

Margaret, are you there?

While waiting for the examination, Tanya showed her face through the front door of the clinic when she was in consultation about taking care of her hair.

"Oh, I was. Thanks for doing this, John's feeling better."

"Oh Tanya, how are you?

"It made me feel better when I found out I meant it. I'm in the mood for a little movement today."

With that said, John came into the waiting room with you in his arms. It would have been nice if we had both gotten better.

Mr. Tanya is given a small paper bag. Or John with the paper bag. They gave you to me.

"Thank you for everything. Eat if you like."

Wow, something. I'm not making a big deal out of it, but you'll appreciate it. John, when I received the paper bag from you and let it sit back on my lap, I also wanted to reach out and stick my forehead together.

"Oh, Margaret, did you play that way before? I think I really like it. I'm going to do it all the time. Besides, I'm starting to talk a little bit!

"Uh-oh."

Whoa, pretty voice. You don't have to tongue the voice of a freshly spoken child. You were late for words for your age, John, and, well, you started chatting. I hear that children who are slow to speak may suddenly speak in two or three languages because they have been accumulating words within them. Heh, we're going to have more and more chatter. Moms have been waiting.

When I peek in your face, you get pinched all over my cheek with your little hand, stuck to your forehead...... hmm?

"Ma, ooh, ooh."

"Are you saying 'Mommy, Kotsuko'?

"Probably. That's my favorite thing about sticking my forehead together."

Both Tanya and Ray, who was talking about her hair until just now, grinned. John, you're smiling too. I'm panicking all by myself... because, John, you said that.

... of that song I've been going around all this time, Ant grabbed it and said, "Whoa, yum."

"Doesn't it sound like you're singing something?

"Because Dan is actually a good singer. Maybe it's similar."

Larcissiler, the scale of is indisputable, that nursery rhyme.

Yep, yep!?