Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

Outreach I later thought it was something that would be over in no time, the ritual of adulthood.

Even when it comes to adult rituals, it's just about kneeling down and listening in silence to the great words of the priest who performs the ritual.

I was nervous about what it was like until I actually experienced it, but after I stuck my body in dedicated water, I just wore dedicated clothes and listened to you in a majestic church. Ah and enough to put up words of vow.

Cecil asked me what it was like from you first, so it was easy to have fun, but I didn't know you were just really listening.

After the ceremony, I had the job of saying hello to the close people who were outside, so long as it took Ning Lo this way. We met on the way, Cecil, and I thought you said, "I told you, I'm just bored," and I couldn't help but snort that you were exactly right.

That's how I get home from my family, Cecil, and then Mr. Loran and Mr. Fiona and Mr. Cardina with the words of celebration. It's not bad that you threw yourself right out on your own couch.

"Tired -"

Because the atmosphere was so heavy and majestic. I blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Actually, not only were they friendly, but they also spoke quite a bit from people swarming at the Marquis house, so I knew where to execute my adult ritual... and I was smiling at them. I can laugh lovingly, but I'm not very good at it.

The task of flushing long praises and oral complaints from right to left is also a hassle inside. I'm sorry about the nobles, but I was half-through to ask.

"I don't like being tough, so I'm stuck on my shoulders."

"Good luck. Shall I rub your shoulder?

"I'm not even that old..."

Jill, with the bouquet of flowers she received as a gift, is smiling as she lives in a vase. I was cautioned, "I don't know," when I was plagued with my legs because of my sofa's back.

Ha, I send a blurry glance at Jill as she returns a distracted reply.

"Now Master Liz is an adult."

"I don't really feel it, though. Adults."

When I was a child in my previous life, I yearned to be an adult, but it's complicated because I know that even a second life on a boulder will often place responsibilities on adults and bind them.

More freedom, but more responsibility. In other words, instead of being given rights, we have to carry out our obligations. I understand that's an adult, but that was slightly more than a billion hijackings for me as I was soaked in warm water.

"Adults are troublesome."

"All of a sudden you have no dreams, nothing to say."

Jill responds with a bitter laugh to the truth that came out of her mouth unexpectedly.

Because the fact that the nobleman's maid grows up means that the time for her daughter-in-law to be married is approaching. That is the duty of the courtier who was born a nobleman.

Speaking of which, my father has been letting me go free lately, but shouldn't we hurry up a little bit more with our fiancée selection? Well, it'll be one of the two.

"Jill, who grew up first, would know better."

"... right. Because I can't act like a child."

One word that bites, it makes me think, too.

I'm not a kid anymore. It's just a different day, but I'm an adult now. You're forgiven for being a child, but you're not forgiven.

I haven't changed myself, but I won't allow it around me. They're forced to change.

I think that's cramped. I guess that's why I'm a kid. If time passes, will the idea disappear from your head?

"... is there anything Liz wants to do as an adult?

"Um, adulthood doesn't particularly change me all at once.... Oh, I want to drink! Now that you're grown up, that's good, right?

I wonder if alcohol came to mind first because I wanted to, but I've always been interested.

I couldn't drink alcohol physically before, and I'm very concerned about it being delicious. I was wondering if it was such a delicious thing when my father saw it as a delicious dinner.

Besides, some fruits in this world are different from those on Earth, and I'm wondering what fruit liquor tastes like made from that kind of fruit.

On the other hand, it's good to make your own alcohol, because it's probably in our garden with different fruits than those that are improved and distributed!

There is no brewing law in this world, so you can make alcohol individually. I just found something to do!

Okay, and Jill fills me with deep sighs as I grip my fist but try to snap upwards.

"Don't drink too much, stop as soon as you think you're feeling sick. Can you promise me that?

"Yes."

Yay, giggling at me. Jill was a subtly tired face.

I don't like it, Jill, because I don't go unscrupulous like that. I'm a hangover or something.

"I'll bring it to you now."

"Let's have a drink with Jill."

"You can't have me drinking as a deterrent."

"How about a drink?

"... awed"

I don't think it's boring to drink alone, I want to drink with Jill.... I occasionally see Jill drinking with his father, and Jill isn't Shimodo or something, is he? It's my imagination that I can drink quite a bit to a boulder.

Jill nodded a little like she had no choice but to pick up the alcohol. The guide came home early, to break two bottles, possibly alcohol, and he brought two glasses in the tray.

Obviously it's a glass that doesn't come in as far as you think in doses, to prevent Jill from drinking too much. I'm not going to drink like I'm going to take a bath.

"Wow, it's alcohol."

"Don't rush me, I'll pour it now"

I don't know what type because nothing is labeled on a transparent bottle, but a yellow alcoholic beverage that looks pale and cloudy. Pour it into a small glass that also fits well into my palm and it will contain a slightly thicker buildup of liquid, which will contain a lot of air.

If you're not very alcoholic, you didn't add the quantity, instead you had something that looked like juice in your eyes. It's kind of funny how you can mix it up when you twirl with a muddler.

Be vigilant, or you've been stopped in the sixth minute or so of the glass overall, but it'll be enough for your alcohol debut.

Chip, and the sound of water bumping into each other.

Jill gently handed me the modestly focused glass. At the same time as being cautious "not to drink dry at once" to discipline.

I know. Okay, and although it points a little at your lips, your gaze is nailed to the liquid that swings in the glass.

"There you go, Jill, kanpai"

"Thank you."

Jill was also paying a modest attention to his share, so I have to do this place, and point the glass at Jill. Apparently, Jill understands the intent. Keep the bitter smile, overlay the glass.

Kin, and clear sound, swinging liquid.

I feel like I'm some kind of adult. Hey, and I stuck it in the glass, even though it was dyed.

The first bite, modestly.

The sweetness and sourness that spreads in your mouth and a little bit of bitterness later fades away. The scent of refreshing fruit flutters through the nose, a pleasant sensation.

It's not bitter than I thought, and the sweetness of the Ningro fruit spreads elegantly, delicious.

"Sweet and hey."

"That's fruit liquor, I broke it. I'll tell you what, I chose something as easy to drink, sweet and palatable as possible, but it's not that weak as booze."

"Is it Jill's standout? It's delicious!

I had such an image of the whole alcohol that it didn't seem like something would taste very good with wine or beer, bitter or tannic... this would seem like I could drink it up in no time.

I don't stir it up all at once because the boulders piss me off, but I can't help but drink it. Fruit liquor is so delicious...... maybe it's because I broke it, but it's sweet, bitter and delicious.

Yum, Jill subtly pulls a grin on me as I grin through my throat.

"That's good, but... aren't you pacing fast? At least put things in my stomach..."

"It's not."

"... ask the chef for something light so you can't drink it"

Apparently you're worried about me getting drunk, and I'm just gonna push you out of your room, Jill.

I was left alone, and I thought it was boring. It's also difficult to try not to drink too much, even though it's sweet and delicious.

Jill, as I tilted the glass wondering if I would come home soon, my body pounded and fluffy. I already drank it.

Alcohol must have improved your blood flow, what a human resource, whilst grabbing the bottle.

... a little bit more, right? Or if I drank it all up, I'd be pissed off, so I shouldn't pour it for the camouflage.

A new bottle of alcohol while I make excuses in myself. Fluffy sweet aroma, I'm sure this liquor itself is sweet.

If you leave it on your mouth without breaking it, the taste is slightly more bitter but sweet, and the aroma is higher on this side. Aromatic aroma, the cerebrospinal cord takes a moment or so, but it smells very good and my lips are broken.

Jill came back to me single-handedly with a tray to tell me it was delicious even if I drank it straight. I hold my forehead with one open hand compared to the glass in my hand and the bottle with booze.

"Dear Liz... why are you entering the second cup"

"Delicious, with"

It fell apart. How conspicuous that the bottle is properly checked for residual volume.

"Drink slower, you'll get drunk"

"I'm not that drunk, and my father's not drunk."

"... I'm worried"

"Nfu, you're okay, right?

My father is so resistant to alcohol that I must have inherited the blood. I don't know because I've never seen my mother drink.

I'm fine. - And I laughed and said, "Stick to the alcohol." My body is warm and very fluffy.

Maybe I'm a little drunk, but it's not enough to make me unconscious back and forth, so I should be fine. Ning Ro is comfortable, fluffy.

"You're not okay at all, are you?"

"Oh, I'm worried."

I'm not hungover enough. Besides, we have a good conversation, so it's okay.

Yet Jill's face gets more and more sinister. If Jill drinks more, I wonder if he'll fumble. You should laugh, even though you look good.

"... my face is red?

"Pompous. It's so hot in the first place."

The garment is still stubborn, but this garment is also sturdy. What is the number of buttons behind it and the complexity of the structure? It doesn't look like that, but it can be quite elaborate and troublesome clothing, like the Adelchant family's unique design.

It is hot because it overlays the fabric and naturally also has heat. I should have taken it off first.

Pompous and hot.

If you want to get a little air in and puff off the clasp you are wasting, Jill rushes to pull her fingers off her clothes.

It reacts too quickly and puffs her eyes, but Jill's face remained strong.

"Please stop."

"I'm wearing another one downstairs, so it's okay, right?

"It's not okay!

It's not like I'm gonna be naked, but it's weird. Jill, who was in quite a hurry, was snugly overwhelmed with sighs when she saw that I had given up.

"It's really dangerous... please don't drink with others, because it's a lot dangerous"

"Uh, I'd like to have a drink with you, Cecil, who's grown up anyway."

"... he'll do everything he can to stop it, so it's still good, but never drink it at a party or anything"

"Huh."

Jill is worrying. Hey. I basically try not to drink outside, even though this stuff is fun because I drink with people I'm close to.

Drinking with your family, Jill, and Cecil makes sense, and they can help you get drunk.... me, you don't have to worry so much because you're still okay, Jill.

If you're tinkling through the contents of the glass instead of complaining, now Jill robs you of the glass. I still had it.

Jill seemed unwilling to let him drink any more, keeping the glass and bottle away from me and frowning.

"... Dear Liz, it's time to stop drinking"

"Uh."

"I won't."

"Boo, kichi"

"Please try not to drink alcohol again."

...... Jill is going to give my family a prohibition on alcohol. Isn't that terrible now that you can have a delicious beverage around the corner?

Sitting on the sofa with the meaning of the plea, hold Jill in your arms and look straight up at Jill's face. Something makes me feel even poorer when I stick around, but it feels good.

"No?"

"... no"

"Mmm."

Though I'll try my best to take a nap, Jill just shakes her head subtly out of sight.

Why won't you just forgive me when it's usually sweet? Jill drinks with her father occasionally. I want to join you there, too.

Mm-hmm, and Jill sighs as if somewhere around me with her lips pointy. Then, slowly move through my lips with my index finger.

Pachi, and blinking, Jill has just stared at me, letting her straight eyes contain something different.... When the gaze hits each other, it gets hot, like it hurts in the back of the chest. The more I peek in the back of my eyes, the more I'm going to get sucked in.

"You don't want to be taken back to your room and delicious, do you?

... Delicious. I mean, is it rice?

"... are you hungry? Yes, uh."

He seemed hungry, so I picked up a snack with cheese or something on the cracker Jill had prepared for the chef and carried it to Jill's mouth.

He didn't even expect Jill to do all this, and he hasn't been able to talk with the crackers stuck in him.

Speaking during a meal is disgraceful, silent. It's funny and cheeky because it has narrower and narrower eyebrows, but it kind of gives me a frightened look.

"... Dear Liz"

"Heh heh heh heh heh"

Jill was holding on to her forehead like she was so exhausted, even though she just chuckled at the tiny look on her throat.

"... you're totally drunk. Rest now."

"No, Jill and I are having a drink."

"Please don't say my utmost."

Now they say it clearly so that I can admire it, and my eyebrows go down.... angry, I wonder.

"... Will you hate me, Jill, if I say all I can?

"... I don't hate you, but I don't really want you to be impotent"

Did you feel my soggy air, Jill whispering in a softer voice than earlier, "It's about caring for your body," stroking your cheeks.

... Jill always thinks and acts about me, doesn't she? He spoils me, but he scolds me if I want to do something dangerous. But spoiling is the majority.

"Ugh... well, I don't drink, so please, will you listen to me?

"... what is it?

Koten, leaning his neck and clamping, just a slightly bewildered breath-drinking sound. Then he strokes his head to hold him with a gentle grin.

... When Jill strokes my head, it feels so good. When held tight, it fluffs and pounds. I'd rather be with you.

"Sleep with me."

No, sir.

I was a serious favor to myself, but Jill rejected me instantly....... Jill made me feel good when I went to bed. Because you no longer do... I was begging you to wonder if it would be good sometimes.

"... just today... starting tomorrow, growing up, from"

"… will not"

"Ugh."

Adults should not touch it lightly, though I was told before that,...... only today, I wonder if it is not possible. You have to put up with Jill.

Touching Jill feels good. I'm embarrassed, but the back of my chest is pounding. Sometimes, but I don't like it.

... I don't know if I can do it anymore.

The sighs are dropped on me. It sounds closer to a bitter laugh than a shudder.

"... I'll stay on your side until you go to sleep, now convince me"

"... Yes"

Pompom, he slapped me on the back to soothe, suddenly relieved and loose sight.

I can't sleep in a boulder in a courtesy dress, so I asked Jill to leave once and change into bedtime clothes. My feet fluttered and I almost fell, but I manage to finish dressing with my fingers that I don't hear much about.

My head pounds a lot and my legs flutter. My eyelids were mostly heavier and my vision was subtly narrowed, whether the sleeper was slowly looming as well.

Jill smiles a little troubled by my appearance as she walks up to Jill waiting outside. Tilt your neck, but the meaning of that laugh doesn't seem to explain it.

Though I try to get to bed with a fuzzy jill while rubbing my lid against my drowsiness, my legs are falling off again. Face landing was prevented by Jill's arms, but my legs don't move well anymore.

In anticipation of that, or even without saying anything, Jill gently lifted me with her hands around my back and knee. Or maybe you thought it was dangerous.

"Girou."

"Yes, sir.... you're a sweetheart, no matter how long"

"Mmm..."

Being held sideways makes me feel special about Jill. It's just me, Jill holding me. I won't let you be the Duke's Warlord then...

This posture is close to Jill's heart, especially a little early heartbeat and warmth. Firmer arms and chest than it looks makes my heart feel better, even though it calms me down very much when I'm held tight. That feels good, even better.

I almost fell asleep like this, but Jill put me down to bed and hung a blanket, and my consciousness came back to reality a little bit.

"… Now, until you go to sleep, I'll be with you"

To me looking up blurry, Jill smiled lightly at the side of the bed. Large palms gently stroke your cheeks to put your child to sleep.

Boneless fingers, fingers that aren't the only ones that always touch me. I also train swords, so these certain bumpy fingers are stiff and everywhere.

I really like these fingers. Because Jill's working hard. It's a finger that's evidence.

"... Jill touches me, Suki. Fluffy."

For a long time, Jill has been good at stroking me. Gently and carefully, they glimpse my skin to melt me. I miss the feeling that clarity and comfort lived together forever. Even as an adult, you will surely seek this feeling with your heart.

"Warm, gentle, sweet..."

"... I'm not nice."

"Mmm, it's gentle. You're selfish, you listen to me."

"Can I just say it's because it's in my interest?

Slightly reposition your fingers to glimpse your lips.

Fingers glide across the surface to pull red. It was kind of weird and embarrassing, but it made me sneer.

"... that's what it is. I've been selfish with Jill for a while."

It's not a bad thing to think about your interests. Besides, since the benefits for Jill will benefit me at this stage, isn't it mutual?

"... more, touch it.... just for today... Tomorrow, I'll hang in there."

"... who is you"

Just a little bit, Jill sends me an eyebrow down and a sliced eye. To the heat that twitches from the inside of my body, I narrow my eyes and slowly close my eyelids.

Jill combs my hair sarcastically, which makes me even more drowsy. As much as I want to be done this all the time, I like it. There was no more room for me to move my lid.

"... mmm..."

Ringing my throat and begging for more, in addition to one hand stroking my hair, a softly large hand lays over my palm thrown out on the sheet. Kew, the palm stuck to face, tangled with my fingers and wouldn't let go.

The shadow I gave you just a little bit must belong to Jill. I don't know because I'm closing my eyes...

"... Jiru..."

"... rest, have a good dream"

Finally something soft touched the side of my lips and my consciousness fell deep into the sea of fine sleep.