"Okay, Carol. See you later."
"Ha, ha, yes..."
I was too surprised by what Master Wilhelm said. Yes, I accidentally went away.
It's like an awesome big incident if you try it on me, but why are you so calm, Master Wilhelm?
All you can do is turn your back and stare at Master Wilhelm's back as he leaves.
And he bent over the corner, and where Master Wilhelm's back was no longer visible, he lost his hips.
Isn't this a dream?
"Oh, lady...?
"Natalia......"
"Yes?
"Will you hit me...?
"Why, ma'am!
I don't know what that means, but Natalia screams like that.
But it's not a dream, I just want to make sure. I stir my own cheeks, but it doesn't hurt at all because of the feeling I'm rising.
In a dream, really, isn't it a dream?
From Master Wilhelm's mouth, about me, oh, oh, I love you -!
……
I'll get up.
Fluffy, straight through the front door of the mansion. Did Richard and Mary seem to have said something at the front door, feeling fluffy and floating, and I didn't hear anything.
And keep going to your room. Up the stairs, through the hallway, through the doors, but all this time my heart felt fluffy rising.
And my room finally arrived.
Into that bed, I stick it out of my head.
"Oh, you know, lady"
"... what,?
"It's time for dinner..."
"Tell him I don't want it..."
In this condition, dinner can't be through your throat.
It's too shocking to take it. There are too many things going on and my head is completely confused.
I have always admired Master Wilhelm, and I have said it over and over again.
Dear Wilhelm, after telling you at the night club, my eyes were rounded just because I didn't know what it meant.
In the garrison, Master Wilhelm, who tried to turn down such a proposal from me, but embraced me in my crisis.
Dear Wilhelm, you ate the lunch I took, which looked delicious.
Master Wilhelm, who helped me out of Robert's devil's hand and took me home.
"Oh......"
Dear Wilhelm, who recommended a temporary lecturer at the Knights.
When His Highness came to our house, Master Wilhelm rushed to say that you were busy.
Master Wilhelm, who, when we dined out together today, gave me an ahem.
And - when you love me, that's what you told me, Master Wilhelm.
At different angles, in different occasions, various Wilhelms run through my head.
but.
Master Wilhelm is going to war.
I have no idea what the war situation is. I don't know how tough it is.
Maybe I'll lose my life, he said.
but.
But, though.
Master Wilhelm, when he returned from the war, tried to marry me - yes, he told me.
You recognized me as your fiancée.
You and I have decided to be ready to serve together.
Is there anything else you would be so happy about?
"Oh, my lady..."
"Natalia, that's enough for today... alone, please..."
"So, but..."
Next to next, tears overflow. That is not anxiety, sadness, despair, or sadness that Master Wilhelm may go to war.
It is a joy above all that you have accepted from Master Wilhelm.
So I am.
While wetting the sheets with tears, dyeing the pillows with tears, I still can't stop my mouth from burning.
Full of breasts, is that exactly what you mean by this?
"Ha!"
But that's where I noticed.
I look up desperately. Open your eyes.
I've forgotten what's important.
Master Wilhelm told me that he loved me. Back from the war, that's when I proposed to you to marry me.
What I could have done to that was just too surprised to say anything.
You shouldn't.
You can't stay like this.
As a lady, you should take a proper confession of love, and on top of that, I should also say love.
So what are you bluffing about, Carol Ambrose!
"Natalia!"
"Yes?
"I'll be out in a minute! Make a statement!
"Heh? Huh, what...?
Run.
Open the door thoroughly, then run down the hallway. From behind, "Lady!" I heard Natalia calling. But it's okay. I'm slow on my feet, and Natalia can follow me properly later.
Now I just need to get back to you properly, too -!
"Carol, what are you doing like that..."
"I'm going out a little bit, Mother!
"For dinner..."
Run further through the side of your mother. Now there's something more important than dinner.
Run even down the hallway and hurry down the stairs.
"Ugh!?
I stepped off my foot and fell off my thoughtful ass.
Down the stairs whilst hitting your butt - fall. My butt stings. But I was able to get off quickly. Results O'Rei.
Go outside through the front door, withstanding the pain in your buttocks as you go.
"What are you doing, Carol!
"Father! I'm going out!
"What the hell is wrong with you!
I will also ignore your father's words.
I have a priority. We have to catch up before Master Wilhelm gets home.
Run further down the street through the front door through the outer gate.
Hard to run skirt hem lifts. I know I can't get my legs out.
If I can, I want to take off my hard-to-run shoes as well.
"Lady!
Natalia's voice can be heard nearby.
You're chasing me right. Now we're good.
Come on, and then we'll see which way Master Wilhelm was headed.
I'm confirming you turned the other street. Does that mean we're going to the garrison now?
Then that's the battle to get there.
"Ugh!
Thoughtful legs, I fell.
Fall from your face to the ground. It hurts. I hit my nose.
Is there a nosebleed or something? More than that, I got dirt on my face. But I can't afford to be wiping it off.
You rubbed your knee, it hurts a little. But it doesn't matter.
I - I run.
"Ma'am, what's wrong!
"Dear Wilhelm, catch up,...!
"Why!?
Run through Natalia's questions magnificently and even.
There are concerns that we will be able to keep up with it properly. But all I can do is run.
Running through the streets, and what, through the crowds throwing strange glances.
Finally - I found that back.
"Master Wilhelm. Ah!
"Mm...?
To my voice, my shoulders move tightly, then Master Wilhelm turns around.
With your unchanging, stern face, I'm questioning you.
You may not like Wilhelm, such as a woman dressed so badly and soiled on her face.
But.
Missing now - maybe we don't have a chance anymore.
"Duh, what's wrong, Carol?"
"Dear Wilhelm...!
"Ugh, um...?
Get close to Master Wilhelm, who floats confusion, and take that hand.
With muddy faces, muddy clothes and desperately rough breath suppression, keep a close eye on Master Wilhelm.
"Wah, but also, eh!
"Ooh...?
"Me! I love you, Master Wilhelm!
I will defile Mr. Wilhelm's clothes again. Now not in tears, but in mud.
But hold on tight, hold on to that hip.
I, too, bump my thoughts tight.
"What do you say! Carol! Please be my wife!
Muddy face, muddy clothes, sweaty and scratchy.
But, properly, tell me what you think.
"Oh."
Master Wilhelm nodded so, and stroked my head, yes -.