The Earl’s Bad Wife

Marriage was decided and busy days began.

To make wedding costumes, prepare engagement presentations, list invitees for receptions, etc.

The key Erich von Veimar seems to have a busy day and hasn't seen him since he decided to get engaged.

He travels around the world to escort Augusto Ferdiant von Leclenburg, the second prince who serves as a diplomat.

Fortunately, both the engagement ceremony and the wedding and reception were moving forward with a plan that reflected my preferences to the fullest.

The only thing but one was that Erich von Veimar was a writer.

He bought postcards in the other countries he was going to and sent them along with a little souvenir.

What it says is insignificant.

It can be a delicious specialty or an amazing exotic culture.

Souvenir products include handkerchiefs with great embroidery and beautiful looking treats. As always, my gift hobby was outstanding.

But if you think this is one of the means of a player, it doesn't strike you at all.

It was in the letter that I wasn't able to get home much either, so I didn't get back to you.

If I had time for that, I'd like to do more than one sword bareback.

If I get used to busy days, I can afford it.

I spent my time working out my body, mainly.

As I spend every day like that, I realize there is one thing.

Somehow, I felt it seemed difficult to mentally hunt him down.

You know, you didn't give in to a letter that consisted of fifteen pieces like blackmail. I can tell you're a terrible opponent.

What should I do? When I think about it, I think about it.

The Kingsguard Knight had heard that those with outstanding appearances were enlistment conditions.

Once, when I saw him at the night club, Erich von Veimar was skinny and he didn't look like he was working out very well.

Therefore, I will change the operation immediately.

I tried to physically hunt him down with swordsmanship.

After an archeology, if I was happy that my abs had been cracked for a long time since the year of my social debut, my mother, who was in the place of measurement, saw my body and cried.

I wonder in which world the bride with a cracked abs is present.

I'm here. Anything? - Suppress your desire to say, and apologize to your mother that you are reflecting.

Making the mother who gave birth cry is one of the seven contraindications of the world in me. Therefore, in order to eliminate the abs, the contents of the workout were reduced to less than half.

Instead, I spent the time I had been working out, studying.

Whatever you say, you need a wealth of vocabulary and knowledge to deal with it calmly.

Because I overstuffed the roots, I developed indelible bears under my eyes.

When trying the special cosmetics used at the wedding, even the mother who was there found them. I am also told that my eyes are running bloody.

I cried over what world there was a bride floating around with such a murderous minister.

Here again, it would be indicative of the intention of reflection.

Pre-marriage brides should be thorough about being beautiful and have a happy future in mind.

My mother embarrassed me with desperate shapes.

Fulfilling, what is my happy future……?

I've been thinking about it for a while but didn't get any answers.

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In the end, Erich von Veimar didn't come to the engagement unveiling he was planning. It appears that a sudden negotiation between the states occurred, and they travelled last night.

However, there is no way that it can be stopped now, and the unveiling was to take place without him.

From every region, a lot of people rushed me. And my favorite sisters.

When it comes to the adorable things about my nieces and nephews I see for the first time. Without a human eye, I mellowed.

This time, a large number of invited children have also been invited. The event takes place during the day and does not make young children sleepy.

When I said that I was going to make a small confectionery house with a confectioner, everyone was shining their eyes together.

He called a first-rate orchestra for adults to enjoy. Along the way, my sister Corianna, who honors the world's singing princess, gave me a blessing song.

The great singing made the participants obsessed.

Of course, don't forget to tell a love story at a tea party where the ladies gather to dispel the bad reviews of Erich von Veimar.

The postcards from him, which I always throw around, were delivered to beautiful wooden boxes with fine workmanship, introducing everyone to each and every one.

I won't forget to talk about the rare exotic souvenirs I received.

If you make a beloved appeal here, it must seem that Aerich von Veimar, who was a player, also took the opportunity to change his mind.

I am burning him a struggle, but I didn't want to erase him socially.

A couple is a community of destiny. When you are sick, when you are healthy, you must share in all things and devote yourself wholeheartedly to your opponent.

Though I plan to do whatever I want in the house, ostensibly I also consider it an important job as a fiancé to go around telling him that he is a good man (one).

My dear friend seems to have been worried about this marriage.

They are the best players in that social world, Erich von Veimar, so I guess we have no choice but to talk about it.

If this happens, I have no choice but to convince you with force moves.

- Now I am a fruit payer!

I sued hard.

I am loved by you who become my husband, and my family and relatives bless me.

I practiced thinking with my mother about a happy future and gave her an extraordinary smile.

Eventually, your friend celebrated my new doorstep.

I managed to get over the engagement show by myself.

My facial muscles were smiling and stiffening and it was hard to put them back together, but they were filled with the achievement of getting over the big job.

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I get the surprise news that night.

Um, when Erich von Veimar comes to visit the night after tomorrow.

Six months have passed since the engagement was exchanged.

Which side (s) do you mean to pull back and come to see me?

I enjoy it too much and get more exhilarating.

I wanted to wave my sword to calm me down, read a paper by a respected philosopher, but I stopped because my mother was in trouble.

This place looks like an aristocratic lady and decides to do an embroidery.

- Yes, let's make it a gift for Erich von Veimar.

It is tomorrow night that he will come.

I decided to do a simple embroidery on my handkerchief or something. Just say thank you for the postcard and souvenir and give it to me.

Insert the handkerchief into the round frame for embroidery.

Handicrafts are one of the preferences of the noble lady. It was customary to give cloth accessories stabbed with a wish to a close person or husband.

In particular, I decided to use a special embroidered thread that I had previously taken care of.

I seem to be passionate about one thing, and when I realized it, it was dawn.

The handkerchief has been successfully completed, but the absence has not stopped since earlier.

I had a bad feeling and I peered into the mirror, and the dark bears were under my eyes.

I rush to call the samurai and order her to hide them with makeup. Though unfortunately the eyes that turned bright red cannot be deluded.

At the breakfast table, my mother found out that I hadn't slept.

I was happy to see Erich von Veimar, so I couldn't sleep, so I decided I was embroidering him.

After breakfast, my mother told me to show her finished handkerchief, and I was to show it off.

Spread the handkerchief on your desk, which can be described as confident.

For some reason, two wrinkles were engraved between her mother's eyebrows when she saw the embroidery.

They ask me what this is, and I say it's an eagle.

At the heart of the handkerchief, he stabbed a brave raptor figure. That didn't seem like a good idea to your mother.

I hear noble ladies don't stab eagle paintings. Eating nuts in pastel colors (is) forgivable if you are such a little bird, but I have been told that carnivorous birds are unlikely.

Besides, I got the point that stabbing a large eagle in the center of a handkerchief is not going to fold.

You're right.

My mother's stated sentiment is "a waste of talent".

Of course, the raptor handkerchief that I made over the night will be taken away.

It was a thoughtless word.