First, whoever was watching over the door raised his voice. But soon, there will be signs of magic, and it will be quiet.
Probably put the watch to sleep or stun it. Jill drank the last bite of pie without really tasting it. The sound of the shoe approaching and knocking on the door once sounds.
"It's me. Let me in."
"Yes."
Jill stood up, and when she could see the shadowy things of Hadith, she fell on her knees and drooled her head.
I forgot too many emergencies, but the emperor is something I cannot see until I have forgiveness.
Hadith seemed confused to pick up Jill like that.
"You don't have to kneel down on me."
"That's not going to happen. You are His Majesty the Emperor."
"How can you be so manipulative? The... are you mad, my purple crystal"
"No. … I am glad that Your Majesty cares for me."
Even if I had a childhood hobby, I'd swallow it now.
"But if you're just a couple of shapes, you don't need that kind of care"
I don't want to make weird mistakes.
Apparently, Hadith sat on the chair, often after conceiving, pounding.
"Even a couple of shapes alone will need to make an effort to maintain it. Or is there something inconvenient about trying to be a real couple?
"Yes, no...... not really. It's just not the same now."
"Is that for real? Surprisingly, you are weak. [M] I was a lot upset when I put my shoes on."
Jill gets tired of it. Hadith laughs at me.
"My reading is a hit, isn't it?
"No! Instead, if you could stop doing any of those acts in the future......!
"The cake and pie I made looked so yummy?
I lifted my face without thinking.
Hadith's complexion was improving. I guess I'm back in shape.
But for some reason, the dragon god Rave's descendant emperor had a triangular scarf wrapped around his beautiful hair.
!?
Having woken herself up, Jill checks Hadith's outfit from the top.
Anything with a square collar on it - is it an apron? It is incredibly mittens that they have hidden their well-shaped fingertips. All are only allowed by the royal family of the Ravé Empire, the red forbidden color. If the emperor were to wear it, it would be natural.
No, I'm not.
The question is, why is the emperor wearing a triangular scarf and apron and holding it in mittens with freshly baked bread on top of an iron plate?
(No, that's a problem before the problem!?)
"After all, there's no gap in my happy family plan."
"…… what, what, bread,"
"I baked it for you. A croissant."
I received the croissant offered over the mittens.
Fluffy and still warm. Fabric that sounds crunchy just looking at it and crushed baked eyes. If you don't think of it as a very amateur.
That's the descendant of the Dragon God - does that have anything to do with it?
"It's everyday tea for me to be poisoned. Either way, it's troublesome to retrieve the killer, and if you're self-catering, you're stuck."
"... this, the emperor, self-catering..."
"It hasn't been a year since I became emperor. Blah, blah, blah. The castle isn't manned enough either. I continue to self-cater in the face of health care."
"No way, what I have eaten before, is…………"
The Emperor's Hand Cuisine.
Every day, Jill can't let go of this croissant. Hadith smiled thinly as if she was spotting it.
"If you don't mind, I'll take care of your meal."
Soon, he kneels on the floor to match Jill, and the devil in the triangle towel whispers.
"I hear the secret to conjugal circles is to grab the stomach first. From what you've seen, it seems to have been a hit. Sometimes a vulgar book helps."
I seem to have studied in a much skewed book, but as for Ko and Jill, I was right. I can't move.
"Let's make egg benedict in the morning. It's a dish that Craitos doesn't have. Sprinkle with plenty of eggs and sandwich thick bacon in a barbecued bread………"
"…… well, for breakfast like that, I..."
"Not interested? That can't be right. Your tongue knows what I taste like. Once you know, you shouldn't be able to go back. I want you to taste me well."
"Hi-wa, hi-wa, dirty, don't say it the way you do! I am only a child! That's what we talked about!?"
To Jill, who managed to say it back, Hadith was right.
"Even children are my wives now, aren't they? Then there's nothing wrong with dictating. It's more of a husband's job."
"The age of that wife is the problem! Good sense as an adult."
"Adults and other children just getting older!
Hadith smiles sweetly after declaring that she is not a dignified adult.
"Come on, let me feed you. I want you to remember the taste of my form of love that I made for you. Never speak of anything else again."
"Ya, stop."
A delicious looking croissant looms. Jill, who was grabbed in the jaw, shook her head. But I can't resist.
The aroma of butter and sugar varies from aroma to smell of baked bread. Besides, freshly baked is a treacherous move. How can you refuse that blissful moment when you slowly come into your mouth and make a sound?
"Good boy. Now you can't leave me... Yes, we're going to be a couple of croissants."
"... som... na..."
After drinking everything, Jill softens up and grabs the croissant back.
"Notice how strange it is to have such a stupid couple or what you are doing, you perverted emperor!!"
I'll stick the croissant in Hadith's mouth and sink it straight to the floor, and Ravé's big laugh will echo from the ceiling.
Jill breathed on her shoulder and ate a second croissant.