On the day of the funeral, Tristan returned to the bachelor realm.
Max was actually going home with him, but he stayed in King's Landing because he was worried about the ants. Originally, the social season was close, and I was supposed to come back with my family in two weeks, so I felt like I had just pushed Max a little ahead of schedule.
I came early, so I'm still working on my errands while I'm free.
Yesterday, as a nobleman, I went to dress up some of Max's party clothes.
I enjoy choosing the materials because they are similar to my uncle's. I mean, I feel like I'm choosing you as my uncle. Because I'm getting taller and taller again, even though I'm a brother, I'm growing up to be mistaken for my brother, and it's getting more and more similar.
At the last funeral, I thought that all of my men had silver hair and Amber's eyes, and their faces were very similar, so Max was more like Tristan's birth child.
I'm just like Grace, but I'm a little lonely.
And today, it's a nostalgic style dressed up for the general public. Me and Max are going on a tour of King's Landing dressed like a wealthy kid in a slightly tailored suit. I'm going to enjoy shopping that I haven't been able to do in a while since I launched Impact.
"Are you sure you want to go with those clothes?
"Doesn't it look cute?
"Well, it suits you... but your skin looks too much.
"You wouldn't know if you were in the countryside, but this is the fashion of King's City now! I mean, I'm just making it popular, so first I have to take the initiative."
Max was saying Gudaguda for a while until he got on the carriage. My exposed high neck sleeveless knee length flared skirt. I don't think it's too much in the current King's City, but it seems that Max, who usually lives in the realm, feels too much. We need to work harder until it spreads throughout the kingdom.
By the way, when I showed my uncle my experimental camisole dress in the house, he wouldn't let me accept anything. I think I'll be able to wear a biscuit dress a little further. I have about five more years of grace until I look good for my age, so can I manage?
I got off the carriage on an unpopular street a little away from the city. You can't ride a carriage to pretend to be ordinary people.
"I'm going to go shopping with my eyes full today, so be prepared to carry your stuff."
"Oh, I'll hang out with you as much as I want."
Max feels comfortable with me walking and declaring. Roughly the usual pattern. But Max's expression was a little different than usual. Put your hands together and stare at my face.
"I was honestly surprised at the funeral. I've never seen you so depressed."
"... yeah. I'm sorry I worried you."
I apologize honestly.
I see. I was worried. I thought you had changed again. "
"You've changed so much?
"'Cause you were the one who never showed me where you were weak."
As I pointed out, I smiled unexpectedly. Yes, I was never weak in the first place. Because I have always lived appropriately out of sight of what seems to be a weakness.
The results of my efforts to change it little by little were clearly visible in the eyes of people close to me. I wonder if this is a pleasure.
"What do you think?
"It's a good change for you. Honestly, I'm relieved. If you can count on me, my uncle and I will support you. I really wanted you to rely on me."
Say it with a little regret. I was sticky to my uncle at that time.
"To be more than uncle, you need a lot of refinement."
"Oh, I'll do my best. For now, I'm going to hang out with all of you, so let your stress go as far as possible."
Max laughed at each other.
Oh, my brother-in-law is really a good man. It's just a woman's hobby, I'm sorry.
Enter the city and walk sidewalks. The wide driveway is quite busy. I don't like it very much because I sometimes remember the moments when I was called.
Max walked along the driveway as a matter of course, and I was holding hands on the other side as a matter of course. It's been a habit for a long time, but this is more like a date between lovers than a sister and brother.
I grew up in a family with intense skin shipments, so on the contrary, my second circumference was abnormal. I was an orphan, and I didn't want to miss him badly, especially since I became a great prophet, I never went there myself. Even if she came, she loved me.
That recoil, I like it pretty sweet now. It's usually my uncle, but it's usually sweet to Tristan and Max. Regardless of Tristan, Max feels it's time to think about it. If it's the first time around, it's about time you became a junior high school student. I don't mind if he's just my brother, but I'm sure he doesn't think he's my sister.
As far as Gladys is concerned, from a former teacher's point of view, as it stands, I'm probably a bad woman who doesn't want to mess with her precious brother-in-law. I feel like my parents are pulling me apart.
But I'm sweeter too, and if suddenly I get softer, Max will be hurt too.
I could hear a scream coming out of my ears.
"That way."
"Let's go."
We ran from the sidewalk to the narrow alley that stretched to the side, holding hands.