Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

[Another survival was brought to our country.

The other day, it was announced that the Royal Palace had revealed that the "Spirit Invitational" had appeared in a rural town closer to the King's capital. "The invitee" has lost his voice and said he is in quiet at the Lords' Hall because of the injuries he sustained.

There is a desire to refrain from external interaction due to its serene nature and its preference for silence, and for some time only to heal the body and mind, and a statement has been made at the same time by the Royal Palace that it wishes to be taken into account.

It is new to memory that this year's harvest, the first autumn when the Spirit manifested itself, has become a rare abundance to see in recent years. The emergence of the "Invitational of the Spirit" will promise yet more prosperity and stability.

Direct contact, including interviews and visits to 'invitees', is not permitted.

Domestic and international noblemen offered to visit through the royal palace, and official invitations from various countries did not seem to follow, but refused everything on the grounds of tranquillity and only lived in the village.

She says she is a beautiful woman with dark hair with different colored eyes as proof that the Spirit has given her protection.

People like the Virgin Mary, who prefers to work by hand, excel in cooking, and make hearts and minds with babies and animals alike, are highly rumored.

The only spirits whose existence is now confirmed on the continent and their invitees. The nations take a unified view so that they can rest in peace, even for the sake of stability and prosperity in this world.

to preserve the quiet life they desire.

Also in the wake of the emergence of the "Invitational of the Spirit", in the temple, during the divine affairs at the end of this year......]

... about whom. What is this Virgin Mary?

Mark looked interesting when he read something like the newspaper the teacher brought me from Wang Du and took it from my hand, where he accidentally lowered his forehead.

"... well, I don't think you've written all that strange?

"Right, hey, this must be it"

I heard beforehand that some sanctity is necessary, but this is rather embarrassing! There is a growing divergence from the actual situation when you look at it in words, hey... I don't know. You know, when the villagers read this, they said, "Uh, who is this? 'That said, no more.

And I haven't met the Spirit of the Woods yet. Somehow, I think we're a little further away from seeing each other.

'... Truth is, the Spirit and Margaret are something like each other. The atmosphere is like sisters. I was surprised when I first met them, and I was strangely convinced. "

Although Mr. Hugh did say it before. I told you that the atmosphere "..." is similar, and you didn't say "..." Absolutely, this way of writing is misleading. It's a scam.

I guess I can say anything because I've met with the Spirit of the Forest before with Mr. Hugh and the head of the sorcery and only a couple more.

Because, Mr. Hugh, you said that spirits are amazing beauties. From what I hear, pale blonde hair like knitted moonlight, blue eyes picturing the starry sky at night, pearl-like skin...... which goddess, that's the spirit. He said he never looked alike. Lady Rachel said it was closer.

"Actually called by another country?

"Well, hey, from somewhere else, if you don't invite them once, they'll be suspicious the other way around. Do you want Margaret to go?

He asks and shakes his neck wide and sideways. You haven't even made it to the King's Capital for a day trip. How am I supposed to get abroad? Besides, if you go to one country, you'll have to go to all the other countries. I don't hate traveling, but I still can't do it now.

And I've been there, and I've decided that I can't do normal sightseeing anyway because of the welcoming ceremony, the worship of His Majesty, and the security. So if you're going, you're going to sneak out for dinner in Castle Town.

My reply seemed to be understandable, Teacher tapping a piece of paper that was written with a laugh and a nod. Instead, I took it out of the bag looking important about the size of a hardcover book wrapped in cloth.

"Oh, you can do it. Let me see."

Looks illuminating, and I gladly give it to Mark, Doctor. Snoop closer to the carefully received mark and peek in hand with me.

When I gently removed the greasy velvet cloth, what appeared was a picture in the frame. The teacher and Lady Adelaide, who did a little trickery, are pictured side by side. Oh, very good look. Master Adelaide sat down in his chair and the teacher leaned over and stood...... but Doctor, I have to look at the lens. Master Adelaide, you're looking at this.

I was teasing the teacher quickly when I pointed and taught Mark.

"I've been told many times by a photographer that I haven't been able to do it again."

"You had no choice, because you couldn't keep your eyes open."

To the neat teacher, Adelaide, who was brewing tea substitutes, finally turned her cheeks red.

Face-to-face with Mark, he decorates the fireplace with friendly photos and gently leaves on the veranda with his newly fitted tea and stall in his hand.

Today in Haruhi, there is no wind, the air is clear and the sun is warm.

"... you're close"

True. I deeply agree with Mark, who looks closer at the living room as he strokes Buddy's head about the veranda with him.

Some time after Queen Wang was needed, the teacher and Adelaide went to the Wang capital. Master Walter said he was happy to agree to talk about the two marriages. To make the most of the position of assistant prime minister, the procedure was proceeded quickly, and the support of Queen Wang was also notified at an unusual speed of installation.

And the other day, he held a ceremony in the Temple in a very inner circle, taking pictures and returning to Meeserie.

Dr. Daniel is now living with me in this mansion and attending the clinic for a day. The clinic is succeeded by Mark, who has officially become an independent doctor, and he lives upstairs… That said, he comes here almost every day to pick up medicinal herbs in the woods or to eat dinner at our house, and sometimes stays, especially if the clinic has no problems.

"Young Doctor, was it this way? I'd like to ask for confirmation..."

Craftsmen called me from across the veranda fence, and when Mark went a little, I went down to the garden. The red leaves, which were vibrant around the mansion, are almost over, leaving only evergreen trees behind and the forest is beginning its winter progression.

I sit back in my rocking chair and ear to the sound around me as I hold the cup with both hands. What you hear in the clear air of late autumn is the sound of birds, the sound of buddies shaking their tails, and the sound of the carpenters' construction.

The ceded from Lord Adelaide through the Royal Palace was part of the land that is the continuation of the mansion's premises and the adjacent part of the forest. I'm in the process of renovating the servant building that was originally built there. It didn't seem to be much used, but the body was solid and not too big and just right, so I'm getting my hands on it so I can live there... although the mansion is huge, I can't help but notice the interruption to my newlywed because of it. I'll eat with you, though. I can't give in there.

And the cost of the renovation and the supervision are marked for some reason...... yes, it is. They're making it a new home...... what is this embarrassing. Awesome illumination.

Mark, I was told not to worry if I ran into a very frank and rude question that even though I was young I had such money. Something tells me he took a lot of it by hand when he got out of the original Count's house, and that guy, he's got some patented stuff with a new formula for healing magic or some kind of herbal formula or something. They're writing papers, too, and what's that already?

When I heard that, I told Mark that I'd rather have a young, cute aristocratic girl than me. 'Cause I mean, catch up, hey.

Then he smiled very vividly at Mark, and, uh, then he made a terrible declaration to let him know, and he was sooo spoiled, whether at home or outside. How about a patient even pull it off? That's right. Dr. Daniel's in trouble, too. I couldn't wait for everyone's eyes to go through the warmth...

The second time I found out with my own hands that my mouth was under disaster. Let's learn, me.

Dr. Daniel sometimes goes to Wang Capital to see familiar patients, but he also takes it over to Mark one by one. Sometimes I earn money... and all I can say is, heh. I've also been called by Wang Du's Medical Hospital several times a month, and I hope I don't have to be too busy to break my body.

With that in mind, I take the letter that was just delivered out of my pocket. A letter from Lady Rachel asking about her plans for her next visit. And Walter told me about the book meeting… Speaking of which, Walter and Mark are going to be brother-in-law. The opposite looks true, but oh, we're tall together, but something... you're a thick brother.

Lady Walter and Lady Rachel visit Meeserie together. Walter seems to be a guardian because Rachel's father asked him to. Good luck, Master Rachel. That guy has a difference in age and a bumpy burden, and if you don't mess with Rachel, you're never going to make it.

Well, at that Walter's suggestion, I am now sewing between chores and help from the clinic to write a book. Even when it comes to books, gaga stories and old stories for children. I was advised to make it a book in the other world.

This world is less for children. The book itself is expensive, but if you can read it, there will be a lot of demand. Using “Tales of the Other World” as a book, sales use it for children... orphanages, hospitals, schools. That way, there won't be any sense of spirituality.

'I hope you're just here. If you have something to do, you'll get paid without feeling it. "

Your brother knows you really well.

This was a nice suggestion for me to have difficulty working outside. Children are involved, too.

Except that I'm changing the characters and background slightly to make them familiar to me, the story is just over there. The first one is scheduled for publication in the spring or so. The sample magazine I put in the clinic waiting room was quite popular. I don't know how much else I can accept, but I hope you enjoy it.

Mr. Hugh seems to be as busy as ever. There are no letters. Instead it suddenly appears. Probably a day trip, but sometimes I stay at Mark's at the clinic...... I know he also meets Sarah, the bakery childhood trainer, but don't tell him. They think they haven't noticed, but they're gonna have trouble licking the women's club's information network, Mr. Hugh. Besides, my sneaky daughter Emily tells me. It's hard for a child to stop talking!

Even though it was a beautiful day earlier, the clouds suddenly increased and the sun shaded. I knew it would get cold without the sun. Mark came back with a cage when I just tapped a letter asking if I should go indoors.

"You're getting cold, let's go inside"

What's the matter, that? Mark noticed my gaze and told me pleasantly.

"The craftsman gave it to me. My parents sent it to me, hemmed it. Thanks for the good lunch."

A pile of shiny apples in a cage placed on a table on a dori and veranda. The red one is about the size of the first red ball and the yellow one. That's a good amount for hemming.

There is a distance to the dining room outside the village, so the craftsmen are served lunch. If that's the case, shall we make something out of this? The classic is apple pie, right?

I'd like to add walnuts and raisins, but at first I want to fill the standard with 100 percent apples. With a parsley pie dough taught by Tanya, with plenty of thin and sweet boiled apples that let the cinnamon spill and come to the point where the teeth remain.

There's nothing to say about freshly baked pies with vanilla ice cream, but just because ice cream is hard, let's add cream. Yeah, nice.

And then, yeah... grilled apples, tart tartan, apple cake, apple jam. Oh, it was delicious for a meat sauce as well as a treat. When I took one of the bright red ones, I smelled sweet and sour nostalgia.

Fluffy arms are turned and wrapped softly from behind...... warm. He turned around in his arms, grinning with a dust and aligning his forehead with his knuckles, his nose tip touched.

"See, it's cold... apple pie?

"And apple jam, I guess."

Fingers accompanied by cheeks to attract gently rock the new pearl piercings given to Mark. That piercing of my mother's shapes, she said it was time to give it to the child.

Though I thought I was quick, the mark of holding me from behind standing in the kitchen and putting my hand around my stomach seems to be out of the picture. I would like to give this one person who has a vision for "family" while saying he doesn't know how to handle it, a small warmth one day.

Adelaide told me not to be the orange crown because of it, and I am waiting for spring to come.

Let's get ready for pie as soon as we get back in the kitchen.

Berries picked in the woods, which will be our last harvest of the year, are also waiting to be jammed by the flush.

If you look up, you have blue eyes and eyes that look down at me...... hey Mark. I've never felt lonely by myself since I got here. Don't you think this is an amazing thing?

Flowers, birds and fruits. Those I love, even the world I've lived in. Nothing goes on the same all the time.

That's why every single one of my current lives is so loving. Miraculous odds, that we've come here, that we've met.

When you put your toes up and reach one hand behind your neck, bend gently and overlap again, as you know.

"... what are you thinking?

"It's good to see Mark."

"What about Master Adelaide or Buddy?

'Don't be mean. I'm not giving you apple pie. "

Don't bother, smile and drop your lips on my forehead. I took Buddy, who dives in between us, back to the living room.

In the spring, it's an apricot or blueberry. Oranges, peaches, grapes, apples.

Days spent embracing the touring season.

That's how it is here under the emptiness of Meeserie.

I still boil jam by the woods today.

There you go.