"... Style. Is there something you want to ask me?
Exhale, drop your shoulders and Vest looks to the style.
"No," said the short returned style, but the look definitely complained a lot. My work hand is the one that doesn't loosen up, but many times since I got back from my break, Vest had already felt Steele's gaze definitely stabbed him.
If I turn my eyes, I'll stray quickly. Furthermore, from time to time, I don't think there is anything wrong with letting it drift to black hegemony.
Until this morning, I was in a good mood, although the colour of fatigue was the only thing that seemed so loud because of the fatigue all night. Instead, I was in good shape and the softer the expression, the changed the style and the grumpy itself.
Moreover, he stared at himself many times, not to say staring, as if he was remembering what the complexion was with his tied lips and turning red.
Usually, the Vest tells me to talk to you, but I don't break my mouth today. I was wondering if you even did something to piss yourself off, or yourself. Makes me think, but at least not these days.
If you turn your eyes to the paperwork again, your gaze from the style will stab you again. If my hands had stopped, I could have been careful, but then Vest thinks it's troublesome now to do the job perfectly. You don't have to be careful anymore because you can think for yourself and do the Regent's job.
Vest stops more at the gaze of Djoo and the still even stabbing style.
I didn't think this would bother my head with Stayle. As Style is angry, which is why. If it's not recent, there's only one thing I can think of. But there's no way I'm gonna dig a grave by checking that from myself to Stile. To check only carefully, Vest held his temples with his fingers before opening his heavy mouth.
"… how is the King's matchmaking business?
".................. yes, of course. If I think it will be for Tiara as well as for you, sister, I've been extra motivated.
Well, Vest is concerned that Style's reply was slightly delayed while returning the words.
It's not a great deal of silence, and the response itself is perfectly fine. However, I think that if it were a style, I would be able to switch to this extent. I'm going to step in a little this time, thinking it would be dangerous if they found out.
"Tiara will also soon learn to accompany Albert in full King's Matching. You, Tiara with Jilbert, and the future King's Mate will help you properly.
"Of course.
"... it would be nice to have a pride companion with you.
"Right. I hope so, too, as your assistant sister.
Now she barely put her hair back in.
Furthermore, the black hegemony I had just felt had subsided, and I turned my eyes and there was a quiet laughing style there. I did my job without any problems, and the way I settled down and the style that returned the answer as the next Regent without this.
More suspicious, Vest thinks.
Previously, the style that would have always cast a shadow over the existence of Pride's fiancée candidate if he threw a topic like this would be too calm now.
Without clogging or clouding the words, the bottom of Style's belly, which returns the best answer without hesitation, is terribly unreadable. A thin grin, as if he was dealing with a period of Jilbelle, is slightly scary from Vest's point of view. Even though the response was calm, I felt with my skin that if I poked about my fiancée candidate any more, it would explode.
The facade is a calm and calm style, but its interior is covered by thicker walls than usual. Only the words returned an unusual reply from Vest, but the suspicion grew that they were suspicious. If there was Arthur on this occasion, he would undoubtedly have felt the creeps out of Style's grin. And in fact, Style's mood
-Which mouth would say that?
It was brilliantly wild and crazy.
I want to cram into Vest, I want to scream about what kind of butt you're going to have, I want to know why you didn't tell me, why you added yourself to the list, or why you acquiesced to being on the list, who put Arthur on the list, why you didn't tell me, why you didn't tell me. My head was full of questions and complaints.
It wasn't Albert, the father, who was stopping the information from me, it was definitely Vest who was keeping himself. But then why won't you tell me? In other words, I will have been judged not worthy of teaching.
Did Pride get cut off because he wouldn't be chosen anyway by his last fiancé of choice, or was he expected to be upset? And who put their name on the list? Only the Queen, the King and the Regent have the right to include the names of the persons they have recommended as candidates for Pride's fiancée.
Whoever chose it, I can't help but want to hear its sincerity. As for putting Arthur in, I'm both convinced and grateful. If Vest had put in Arthur's name, he would have liked to express his sincere gratitude here. But why, more importantly, did you even put in your own name, your brother-in-law?
The fact that Tiara was present before she established herself as a king and sister would mean that she would proceed with her duties as a king, not a regent, in case she was elected. So far, I've had the pride of studying as hard as I can with the Regent and wearing it so much! I was wondering if Vest was going to regent himself.
I'm seriously glad I got put on the pride fiancée candidate. But it catches on to the possibility that my uncle Vest, who is no other, might have pushed me from regent to king's mate, and that I didn't think I deserved to be taught about it.
Did you think you deserved to be a fiancée candidate for pride, or did they think you didn't deserve Regent?
I think Style will lose this breast crunch if it's at least one of them.
But Vest will also know that if I stuck myself up here, Pride would have slipped my mouth for sure. That way it is obvious that pride can undoubtedly be blamed. I want to avoid pride being harmed because of my self-satisfaction. Above all, in case Vest tells me that the rules are strict, "Known or Style is to be removed from the fiancée candidate," etc., it doesn't happen. The privilege that only three people in the corner world can forgive is to die, but you can't let go.
Thinking about that over and over again, I unconsciously glanced at Vest. Furthermore, I climb to the point of boredom and endless anger wondering what Vest thinks of me and why he didn't tell me. Even without loosening my hand at work, my consciousness and my gaze were to be fixed on the vest if there was at least some room between them. And naturally it was also a small return of interest to Vest, who noticed it and bothered his head. Afterwards I still wish Vest would talk to me about Pride's fiancée candidate from now on.
"... that's good enough, Style. That's enough for today. A little early, but I need you to go to Jill Vail's.
And finally, Vest decides to disperse.
He leaned down to escape to the hot gaze from the style as he held his forehead with one hand. If I noticed, I would have hesitated to let him go there again from now on, if I thought he was starting to look like Gilbert again, but I can't replace my belly on my back. If my job lags behind as it is, I decide to steer away from the style.
I get it, and it's a very nodding style, but in the meantime, there was another black hegemony that his body stood in. Style smiled and grabbed it when he pointed to Albert and the material on the desk. If you bow your head and turn your back with a calm foothold, you will be able to voice "Stayle" again. If I waved back slightly with anticipation, a wrinkled face was pointed between Vest's eyebrows.
"Even if you're not distracted, it doesn't make any difference that you're an excellent next Regent.... I'm glad to hear that, too.
The stiff shoulder stiffened the body as it was.
I feel the pan just now disappearing in me a lot, not to say everything. I was more than happy to be praised by Vest than I thought.
My mouth ends inadvertently loosened when I wondered if it was since my birthday that I was praised from the front like this. With his rounded eyes, he lowers his head when he manages to remember the blink. Thank you...... while thanking you, the question just now changes in another direction.
Does that mean you're acknowledging yourself as the next Regent? Does it mean that you would be happy to be Regent even if you were to be king's mate? Turning that question over and over in my head, I overworked my brain and my head got slightly feverish.
I put a lot of effort into my hand holding the material and bit it in my mouth to keep it from loosening. I'm unhappy that Vest hasn't revealed himself yet, but I'm still glad he recognizes himself. At least my abilities have been admitted to me as the next Regent, and a little anger subsided if I thought so.
Questioning Vest is good, at least to the extent that it seems after Pride finalises his fiancée.
Slightly in a healing mood, Style now laughs wholeheartedly and greets Vest. Excuse me, if you bow your head and walk away from the room, the door was immediately closed from the outside by the guards. staring carefully closed doors without sound, making sure by ear that his footsteps had walked away before Vest
Dropped on a pile of documents.
Drop your forehead firmly into a bunch of paperwork and exhale holding your pen.
Instead of in public, Vest felt a weakness that was not even rare when he was alone.
The pressure on the stiles is heavy.
Simply, the hegemony and glances from him were not just heavy mental loads. You could have pointed him out if you had to, or embarrassed him to leave the room if he had any complaints. But I couldn't say no matter how much I felt about the load.
Perhaps Style finds himself a fiancée candidate. And I also understand that dissatisfaction and the expectation that Vest would tell me from his mouth would be that attitude. Still, I can't ask Style directly because Vest himself isn't sure, but that's the most convincing thing about his attitude. That's enough. It's a burden to me, but more than that, what's bothering Vest's head right now.
"I didn't expect it to wear out so far......... even though it doesn't make it sweeter on the style.
I was depressed by the fact that I was depressed by Style's attitude.
Until now, my nephew has always behaved favorably even when he didn't open his heart to himself. He is an assistant and brother-in-law to the next queen the same as his past self.
There were some parts that originally layered on me, but that's why there were many parts that I could understand about his words and actions.
Sometimes it hung on his eyes quite a bit, and when he heard he had fallen after losing it even while he was adopted, he also took his own feet. He, who looked weak away from his parents, has now become a fine next Regent. Moreover, thanks to Tiara's king and sister, it was also assured that he could continue his Regent without any problems.
Without a doubt, Vest is also pleased that he will carry on his trail. He would also be impeccable as the king of the future, even if he doesn't, he has been so splendid that he is fully breasted and good as Regent. In this recapture battle, he served brilliantly as the First Prince and reclaimed his pride in the absence of the highest echelons, including himself.
Moreover, since the nephew became attached to himself in his regency duties, he has gradually opened his heart to himself as well, one by one. There's no way I don't think cute about my nephew, who has been splendid as Regent and has now definitely succeeded me in my trail and opened my heart. And...
It was a shock not least that his nephew had once again turned his eyes and willingness closer to hostility.
This is the style that I should have taught so strictly, but I've never seen Vest take such an eye or attitude before.
I don't think I can help it if I think you were mad at me for hiding it, and that's something I could already have predicted. I knew from the beginning to complain about why Stayle wouldn't have told me if I had known, and to expose my dissatisfaction. But for some reason I couldn't help myself right now, and I was depressed by that attitude even though I knew it. I feel frivolous about measuring my obliteration from within, but I really don't want to use it for the style.
How lamentable if I think that's all the evidence that I think of Stayle as my nephew as cute. He said that the children of his fruit at the corner have also settled independently, but now he gets so emotional about his nephew, etc.
You can't let Style know by mistake that if you take a cold attitude, your uncle will be depressed, etc. Vest also knows that if he finds out about that, he will be using it efficiently.
Vest understood the blackness of Style's belly and raised him to be the next Regent. A nephew who chooses no means when it comes to his sisters against extraordinary excellence is now more handy than his real daughter and son.... and I also think you look a little like yourself.
"When I let you know,... apologize from me, too?
When I officially tell Stayle that he was a fiancée candidate. I don't even know if he's a fiancé to Pride.
And at that time, I'm going to explain that I put Steele, Arthur, and Column properly on my fiancée list without covering them up when asked.
Exhale heavily and wake your body up from the paperwork. And he also ran the pen again as if nothing had happened.
While secretly hoping to remain his exemplary Regent, at least until the time when Style officially inherits his trail.