The Little Duchess’ Home Tutor

After dinner, I was on the veranda of my room, cooling down at night, writing a letter of clarification.

Mother and father. Keep that in mind for Karen.

Tina, Ellie, and Line.... somehow, but even in the north, Her Royal Highness the Lady of Light Pale Hair is overdoing it, isn't she? I hope you haven't been in a lame situation.

Perhaps...... the letter to Stella, most likely angry, was longer. Usually, you shouldn't piss off moderate people. I need to think about a plan to forgive you.

And I'm overdoing it, Felicia. Though I knew I was a kid who could... No more, I didn't think I'd give you great authority to like it. Linster.

There are other places involved. When I found out, it was inevitable that there would be more novels, so I blurred out where I was.

Well, I wrote it to my mother and father, so it would pass to any whole thing via Lisa.

Note that I didn't send it to Cheryl. Because I'm scared.

My classmates sometimes go wilder than Lydia. Let's cool it down a little bit before we do.

So, the rotten edge and Atra are going to the bath. Oh, my God, it's a natural hot spring.

"Oh, you want to come in with me? Here, here! Atra's with us. Shh!!

... It was very, very difficult to persuade Her Highness the bloody Duchess. I don't regret not teaching prudence four years ago.

Put the pen down and watch the harbor at night.

Feels good sea breeze. Blurry, ship lights.

I'm in a foreign country.

Reach out and pour the white wine into the glass - it gets caught in the thin hand.

"Well, well."

"Here."

Lydia, who came back, was tilting the glass. I'm dressed in light bedtime clothes, and a little, I have trouble finding a place for my eyes.

White towel on head. The redhead is wet.

Ignore me, turn your back, sit in the chair, turn around.

"Mmm."

... My lady.

When I glanced into the room, Atra in a young fox slept round in bed. I've had enough today, so I must be tired.

Stand up and take the brush you have prepared.

Remove the towel from the corrosive edge and let it dry with wind magic. Disgruntled voice.

"Hey."

"Hmm?

"Oh, my God, he didn't come in later. Hey, for once, I'm, ah, yours, oh, ma'am...... Ugh!!"

He couldn't enjoy himself on the way, bumming his legs.

Beautiful red hair, glitter, glow.

I shrugged and laughed as I combed with a brush.

Immediately Zito eyes.

"... a little?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I kind of miss it. This happened in Royal School. Sure enough, when you ran away from your mansion and rolled into my house."

"............... that's when you came in with me"

"Because you couldn't magically turn the lights on. Or, 'If you don't come in with me, I'll kill you', where was the princess who threatened you? At the time, you were afraid of haunts, weren't you?

"Oh, man, you have to remember those details! also, Ugh!!

Lydia swells her cheeks wide and swells.

Things like this aren't any different than they used to be.

Ma, me too -... oh, no, you're not.

I've grown up a lot in the last four years. Yeah, definitely. By being wrapped up in someone's goth, forced.

"... I'm thinking of my bad words."

"... I haven't thought about it."

"Liar!

Beh, I tongued all the way out, and the rotting edge folded my index finger.

More than a dozen letters I had written floated up and were in Lydia's possession.

Complain as you comb your hair.

"Ah, here."

"I'll censor you."

"Objection." "Derme."

With that said, I'm taking the letter out of the envelope.

My forehead is standing up and rocking to the right and to the left.

Phew, phew... but sweet!

"! This... cipher..."

"Hmm? What's going on?? I'm done drying it."

I sit back in my seat while I nibble.

I've known this guy a long time. I knew I was going to read the letter, so I planted a cryptic magic formula to react only to Lydia's magic powers. No matter how 'sword princess' under heaven, none of them will break early.

Pick daytime baked cookies from small plates and throw them into your mouth.

It's delicious because of Atra's hard work and molding.

To the spare glass, now pour the red wine, sip. Again, this isn't bad. Shuidu, it's hard to insult!

Floating, Lydia stood silently up. Smile.

"... ugh"

"Hey, what?

"Ahhh, is it something of mine? I can't believe I turned against your husband for his servant's sake. Say it. If I said something that would spoil my mood"

"The only other person in the world. Well, I'll hang out with you if you're up to about the world."

Reply honestly to the rotting edge that was forming flame wings.

Moments, magic spreads.

Lydia warmed up and squeezed her hands gently and leaned down, leaning over.

And then he pushed me away, sat on half the chair, and his head on his shoulder, Cotten.

"Ki, the whole point is, oh, you can give it to me, okay... eheh"

"Thank you. Would you like a glass of wine?

"Yeah."

An innocent smile.

It's no different from what I saw four years ago.

Give me the glass and I'll take it.

Each other, list each other.

I smile and lean back. [M]

"A toast to what?

"Is it possible that your servants are improving? Ha... I think I've worked really hard for four years."

"The other way around, right? I've worked really hard over the last four years!

"You were happy with me, weren't you?

"Well... that's..."

Lydia turned to the point where her nose and nose were in contact.

"Properly, put it in words! And this... you taught me that, didn't you? 'Sometimes it can't be communicated if you don't put it into words'. Me, I remember everything you said, everything, everything, hey!!

I'm in trouble because I'm serious.

Scratch your cheeks and whisper in your ears.

Then - My Duchess Her Highness gave me a full smile and matched the glass.

Me and my corrupt relationship - Her Royal Highness Duchess Lydia Linster met four years ago.

Even now, the footage comes up clearly...

Sandy, Royal School Practice Exam Venue.

The opponent is Sir Royal School Principal "The Great Demon Guide" Rod, the corner of the kingdom's most powerful magician.

Beautiful little red-haired girl with an invincible grin and teasing me, slashing mercilessly advanced magic with a light-hearted slap.

And...... seep into the ends of the word, strong abandonment and loneliness.

This is what Lydia used to be called, though it's incredible now.

- "Abominable Child of Linster" and.

And as a result of a certain incident that was in Royal School...... "Abominable Son" became "The Sword Princess".

This is an old story about me and my first goddaughter.