Stranger’s Handbook

"My lord, what are you going to do?

"Bring the puddle here"

"Ha!"

That was the first word the dog let go in the morning office.

I don't care what you think. It was his fault.

I just couldn't possibly have told you... I'm sure you're definitely working on something

I only have a bad feeling about this.

"My lord, I have taken Sir Marie!

"Good morning, Lord Zest. Um... why are you staring at me..."

"What's wrong with Christmas?

"Okay! Ok, so give me a break for the iron claw!!

Release the teardrop puddles and let them sit in their chairs

Just grabbed it lightly, you exaggerated bastard.

Bosoboso and Marie opened their mouths after Su of bitter laughter had prepared tea for everyone

"My wife asked me to teach you the customs of your hometown, and that's why I taught you! I don't remember being scolded this time! None at all!

"Well, don't you remember?"

"Sir Marie, apologizing quickly is less of a punishment, isn't it?

Bikun shakes her shoulder at me and Su's words, but still she goes on

"Here, I really don't remember myself this time!

"Hmm. Still suspicious to be so frightened"

"Sir, please curb the magic a little. Then anyone will be frightened."

"My lord, my tail is also a drooling momentum!

Was the dog drooling his magic at a frightening level...... well, that would have been tough on the average Marie

Are you excited?

"Sorry, the dragon was a morning call until earlier, so it had a magic charm on it."

"That lizard really doesn't learn. Dogs look smart."

"Lord Family Order, I want you to stop praising me so much in front of Your Excellency. Aren't you ashamed?"

In a different way, I'll leave the embarrassing wastedogs alone.

If you're going in, the sun will go down.

Besides, irony doesn't work. It's a must as a nobleman, or maybe it's right for you in a way.

"Come on, now you're gonna be okay, right? How did you explain Christmas to Beat?

"Phew...... finally calmed down...... yes. This is how I explained it to your wife!

When I said that and wiped the sweat off my forehead, I removed my glasses and finger stick from my nose

Apparently, it's the type that goes in from shape.

"Cohon. Uh, Christmas is an event where lovers give gifts while flirting with each other!

"All of a sudden you're full of scratches."

"And there is some determination in the gift too!

"Uhm. I agree there."

You didn't like my jerk, I'm gonna punch the finger stick on your desk.

"My lord, listen carefully during the explanation! Er... yes! It's a gift decision, but the best thing about a woman is that she wraps a ribbon around herself naked and says' I'm the gift '..."

"Hey, wait a minute"

Capture water puddles with stronger iron claws than just now

My body is cramped without a voice, but I ignored it at this

"That's how you explained it to Beato!?

Sir, I can't get back to you.

"My lord, Sir Marie is blowing bubbles"

Yes, I did.

This guy is allergic to words and deeds, but he was only a woman of general physical ability

"You did...... see, I also did some restorative magic, so you'll be fine. So, what do you think!?

"I saw a big river and a flower garden...... YES! That's how I explained it!

She had tron eyes for a moment, but when she looked at me she replied out loud

What? Don't be so frightened...

"Right...... right! Suh, get Marie something to reward!

"Yes, I did. But, sir, do something about those bloody eyes. Don't look at the woman in your subordinate like that."

"Is it a hunt!? My Lord!"

You have those dangerous eyes?

No, I don't care about that.

This is the only fact that matters now!

Albert, it's not a hunt. Valdish is gone.

"I take my seat off because I remember the emergency. Bye."

"Yes, sir."

"Yes. Good luck"

"Ha! Okay, good luck!

I guess you never know what kind of dog you're saluting in the face, but it's not the other way around.

I'm gonna pop out of the office and head to Beat's room.

'Cause you do, don't you? If Beat had heard that story, he could definitely expect it

"Tarcell, stay away from this room."

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You can't even come in here this far, Albert.

It's a women-only area protected by the War Maiden Squad.

I'm the only one who can get in with a guy... Oh, sometimes there's the media.

"Your adoptive father? What are you doing in front of the door?

(Father, have you finished your work?

Anastasia and Toto stood in front of me when I was thinking about that in front of my room.

And it's the Santa Clothes Skirt version of why.

"Oh, you guys... what's that outfit?

"Hehe, does it look good on you?

(I had it made! Is it cute!?

Anastasia is so cute doing a spin on the spot with Kurli

Toto was flying around fine and had a full grin

"Oh, you look great and nice. How can you make those clothes? Did Marie explain that to you?

"No, to Gabella... taught under the Pope"

(Marie is a liar! Christmas was Santa's day to hand out presents!

... well, the refrigerator...

Apparently his biological parents were only children at the time... then Christmas would be such a recognition

Convincing

"Oh well. So, Beato's got business and he's here?

"No, adoptive father. Beato, your foster mother is a training ground, so we're on our way."

(Mother was straining to put a bell on the dragons and make them pull a fat sore!

"... right"

Christmas in the Grand Duke's Territory

I was hoping for a muffled event, and my prospects were blown away by the woods.

The day the Lords wear matching costumes and hand out presents to the Lords through the dragons

So perceived Christmas, the knights under his command will imitate and act the same

Christmas the following year… On the day when we couldn't correct it, we were to take the knights and their families in bright red Santa clothes and run around the realm

By the way, the following year will be held in a reduced version.

The reason is the fridge to His Majesty the Emperor or His Majesty the Beast King.

And letters from other nobles.

"I heard that thousands to 10,000 united Grand Duke troops assembled in bright red armies. War? '

It's a good memory of flying around the country for corrections when we were so damn busy at the end of the year.

The naked ribbon... Albert did it for me on New Year's Eve...

No dog, that's not a ribbon, is it?

Marie, stop drawing for him.