Tilea’s Worries

Turning Tim into a pervert (Nielsen) and returning to his room, the training ground continued. Ol is desperately begging his mother not to "stab him". Mother ignores Orr's words cancer and threatens him with a short knife, asking him.

And......

Oh, oh, finally, Ol's crying down.

"Mother! You mustn't bully the weak!

"Te, Tyrea, oh, you know, this is different. Really, this guy..."

"... Mother, please, let's be calm"

"Yes, no, but this guy is a great nobleman..."

"Mother, really - yeah, you still think it's an act when you look at this?

Show your mother the wretched look of Ol all the time. Ol wept a lot of tears, and his nostrils were too rough to look at.

This is the devil?

If it's an act, it's over the Academy Awards. If Ol was really the person behind this, I wouldn't trust anyone anymore.

Mother, do you suspect there's still a back there after seeing such a pitiful ol' thing? Come on, look at the reality.

There was a bit of blame. I stare at my mother with my eyes. Looks like my mother got a little chilled out, too. He looked like he was badly punished and put away his short knife. Seeing my mother put a short knife away, makes Ol look openly horny.

Good for you, Ol. You were so scared. I'll pound Ol's shoulder sobbing all the time.

"Ugh. Higu, Te, Tyrea ~"

"Yes, yes, you always say that. Good adults don't cry anymore."

Fully open maternal instincts to comfort Ol. Looks like my mother noticed her mistake watching me and Ol interact like that. It's not the look of suspicion that I was blaming Orr for earlier. I can see something guilty from that look.

"I really don't think it's acting..."

"You know, Ol really regrets it."

"So, but even if I regretted it now... I might be thinking about payback later with this thing at its roots..."

Mmm, does my mother still suspect Ol?

"Ol, are you thinking of any retaliation for your belly today?

"And there's no such thing as Wow, why would I do such a stupid thing... Impossible. Absolutely not. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to, uh-oh, and believe me... uh-oh hiccup"

Ol, who had stopped crying because of it, started crying again. Mother, this is bullying already.

"Oh, my mother cried."

"... sorry"

My mother finally apologized to Ol for looking so sad. Apparently, we finally solved the misunderstanding.

"All right, that settles one thing."

I'm just relieved that I unloaded my shoulder.

"Tilea, I've found out that Mr. Ortizio is not a bad guy. But there's still the debt at heart."

"So Ol says he's not the one who cares about that."

"Tilea! Don't be sweet on Mr. Ortizio's favor. How are you going to take responsibility if Mr. Ortizio, a good man, goes bankrupt!

Vaginal discharge. I've changed my opinion a hundred and eighty degrees and I'm more of a bad guy. You're like a bad girl who sticks you in a good ol' guy and lets you spend your money on him.

Now, well, certainly not intentionally, but it is true that Ol is contributing money for me.

Is that it? Then I'm the devil - no, no, I can handle the debt thing. It was unexpected that the debt was "billions," but you, Drewas, would think of a way to deal with it.

"Ah, Mother, that's it. Instead of asking me and Ol, talk to Blaine at our store."

"Who's Blaine?

"Drewas, you have an elf. I'm already very smart. I'm sure you'll do something about billions of dollars in debt."

"Tyrea, does the forest elf work in the store? Elves are an exclusive people. And yet I can't believe you're cooperating with humans..."

"Oh, did your mother surprise you, too? Heh heh, that's amazing. But it's true."

"I can't believe it...... but I wonder if you really know how to run a store, assuming the forest elves helped you"

"That's the amazing thing about you, Drewas. Drewas is familiar with all things, not just the wisdom of the forest."

"Is such an awesome person really going to help me?

"Of course. Evidence over theory, 'cause I'll bring a little. Mom can have some tea, relax and wait."

Then I explained the situation to you, Drewas, who is underground. She wants me to explain the store regeneration plan to her mother. Drewas said in two replies, "As you say, my lord."

It's not hard to have a refreshing good-looking voice.

Now, Drewas, you and your mother are having a close discussion.

An hour later...

Mother and Drewas came out of the room. Drewas, you're not worried about me like an ol'. I'm sure you've thought of something to open it up to.

Well, now what happened to the conclusion?

"Mom, you didn't have a problem, did you?

"Yeah, yeah. Mr. Drewas is fantastic!

Hey, something, my mother's tense. I admire you, Drewas.

Drewas, don't do it. You don't look good on Dada to bring even your wife in.

... Damn, I regret something. Let's blow this thing up!

Jealous and unexpected, Drewas stares at you. [M] But, Drewas, you smile back at my gaze. Refreshingly returns the jealousy of others as well. He's handsome everywhere.

Well, fine. In the meantime, what happened to the debt thing......

"So, what's the debt...?

"I also take into account a long-term perspective in my groundbreaking plan. I can pay my debts."

Yes, it is. Yeah, you should have left it to you from the start, Drewas, rather than me talking anymore.

"Mr. Drewas, I'm sorry. Looks like you broke something."

"No, I don't hate hard work if it's for Lord Tyrea."

Drewas said so and disappeared into the basement. It exudes a cool aura until it leaves. If I were a female brain, I might have fallen in love.

"Tilea, Mother, I'm relieved"

"Right. Drewas, you can count on me."

"Phew. ♪ Is Mr. Drewas there a girlfriend?

"Come on - I don't know. But he's handsome. Maybe he is."

"Heh heh, Tilea needs to work hard too."

"Huh? Mother, am I mistaken about something?

"Ugh, my mother doesn't care about race issues."

"So..."

"My first grandson is a half elf... you must look like two cute kids"

I was looking in the direction in which you left, Drewas, with the kind of eyes my mother would see my future son.

Or, Mother, stop. Bicef alone is delicious.

Oh, but the kid who exchanges with Mr. Remilia is definitely a half elf.

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Sarah was confused. Ortizio is crying like a child when he's showing all that awesomeness.

How could you?

I do have some experience working as an adventurer. That's when I was coached on how to handle a short knife. But the technology is like hair growing in an amateur at best.

And what frightens you so far?

No, don't be fooled, Sarah!

Ortizio's attitude has changed since his daughter showed up. He wants to fool his daughter. Acting is really imminent. I also know my daughter would be relieved if she showed so much pity.

Ha, I have to apologize to Tyrea. This man is a really good actor. Cry like this frightening face, I don't think it's very acting. I thought my daughter would be fooled because she was an idiot. But if you're so good at acting, you can't fool me.

"Come on, show your true nature!

Stick out the short knife you have all the way back. It feels like a short knife is going to sting my abdomen. Of course, I'm not seriously going to stab you. This is only a threat. The aim is to reveal the nature of this petitioner and bring out the back face. That would wake Tyrea's eyes, too.

Then I desperately tried to intimidate Ortizio with a short knife to bring out his true nature. I also tried a curse that shattered the nobility's pride.

Ortizio's attitude remains the same.

Take a step further. I let go of words that crossed the line that it might not be good if I told you so far.

That's just too much... I've already normally crossed the line of provocation. There's a good chance Ortizio will attack you with a back face.

Scary. What will they do? The aristocrats are really annoying. Various locations of legendary evil ghosts are flashed back into the brain.

But I hope my daughter wakes up. I'll resist desperately, even if it attacks me. Outside the room is Mr. Nielzen and, most importantly, Mr. Biseph in the King's Capital. As soon as Ortizio shows his true nature, we'll call Mr. Bicef to Tirrea for help. Waking up my daughter is more important than my danger.

But Ortizio goes against my expectations, only to apologize. Really, this guy is patient. This much provocation has not made me one of the resistance. Normally, if you do all this provocation, it will be something to rebel against. Especially if you're a great nobleman, that's like a chunk of pride. It is normal to wield even one of the violence.

It doesn't change. Ortizio just begs for forgiveness.

also, maybe...... Ortizio is just a weak young man who is rich. Suppose Tyrea is right......

Yeah, that's not true. I just really felt something more than a legendary evil ghost. Ortizio won't let me grab his tail.

It is not clear. Looks like we're gonna have to make up our minds.

If this happens, use some forceful hands. I don't mind being a criminal.

I pierce Ortizio's belly with a short knife. I don't mean to stab you deeply, but it would have about a scratch on it. This is a place where even warm people can hang up. No matter how impatient Ortizio is, it should be the limit.

But against expectations, Ortizio doesn't fight back. It is the end of the noise "Stop it, stop it" every time I stink.

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also, could it be, me, i got it wrong......?

I'm forced to lower the short knife I was shaking. I repeated the provocation even more since then, but it was an arm push on my goodwill.

And finally, Ortizio, yeah, Mr. Ortizio cried out. Seriously, it looks like you didn't want me to stab you for real. Tyrea cautioned, "You can't bully the weak," and stared at him with such eyes as, oh man.

Mr. Ortizio is, uh, crying all the time in his daughter's chest. I've just never seen or heard of a person in the back who looks so different.

This really seemed like a misprospect to me.

At that time, I guess it was my fault that I felt something more than a demon in Ortizio. I may have overlapped that image with Mr. Ortizio because I have an unpleasant memory of a grand aristocrat.

You did something wrong to Mr. Ortizio.

"I'm sorry," I apologize to Mr. Ortizio. Mr. Ortizio finally looked relieved.

Ah ~ I took one sumo. Mr. Ortizio has not deceived Tilea. I understand that.

But the question remains. Then why were you giving such a lot of money to your daughter when you weren't even fooling her? Besides, Mr. Ortizio, you said "Mr. Tilea" earlier, and now you're saying "Dear Tilea, Dear Tilea". Why does the nobleman snap at his daughter so much?

Ha! Right, okay!

Mr. Ortizio, you really love Tilea.

Then observe Mr. Ortizio carefully. Mr. Ortizio was intoxicated and staring at his daughter. It is as if even the goddess sees it.

This looks like someone I used to know. The acquaintance was the prodigal dra son of a certain merchant. Character is a favorite lookout.

At one point, he threw her in a liquor store woman and dumped her as much as he could to tip her off. He was a pathetic man. And the woman of the liquor store whispered with a sweet voice. My surroundings couldn't believe why I'd run that far to such a woman. But the wind that blows "No woman like that" revolts wherever he is.

Tyrea, you're unconsciously doing the same thing as that bad girl. Of course, I don't expect you to work the kind of evil that makes a man contribute. You don't even think you can, and you won't be exposed to that.

But I'm unconsciously contacting Mr. Ortizio. Mr. Ortizio, if it's for you, I'm willing to contribute until you go bankrupt.

Tyrea, you know what? You're trying to drive a man's life crazy.

Tyrea doesn't know my thoughts, and she's bickering with Mr. Ortizio over swallowing.

Ha. Tyrea, I'm just unconscious. It's not tacky. The reality is, I'm far from being a demonic woman...

"Tilea! Don't be sweet on Mr. Ortizio's favor. How are you going to take responsibility if Mr. Ortizio, a good man, goes bankrupt!

Stab the nail not to be too sweet on Mr. Ortizio on Tirrea.

The reply returned is unexpected again. They have Blaine to run the store, and leave it to that person. Besides, that blaine is like a forest elf. I can't hide my anxiety in the appearance of new people again.

Elves are an exclusive people. How can there be such a gathering of kibbles around my daughter? My daughter refers to the elf as "the best brains of all time" or "my military master". Indeed, the elves have the wisdom of the woods.

But would you even know how to run a store?

The question swirls. Well, but this is all my daughter pushes her heartbeat. You might want to meet that elf and talk to him.

I tell him I want to talk to the elf in a space where I can't get in the way. Tyrea is happy. And the forest elf I brought in. It is the appearance of a slurring long, majestic figure of blue hair.

Hey, what a beauty...

Cool and intelligent cleavage eyes, I hear the elf has a lot of aesthetic shapes all in all, but he seems to be jumping through one of them.

"I'll see you first. My name is Druas Bo Malferrando."

"Ko, this is polite. My daughter is taking care of me. My name is Saila."

I felt Mr. Drewas' unmatched intelligence with a little chat from the first greeting. And when I started talking about the key store, I was shocked.

Shh, awesome. That's so awesome!

Mr. Drewas can hang up, he can give you so precise advice that it's too cut. They come up with one solution after the other to the problem of store survival that I mentioned. It's also in a way that is appropriate and far above my imagination.

Only then was I obsessed with the story, forgetting that time was running out.

And the story of store management is over -.

It's a frank feeling that we're done talking, but I've never met so many delicacies. I want Mr. Drewas to keep an eye on my daughter.

I turn again to Mr. Drewas.

"Mr. Drewas, please continue to thank my daughter."

"Of course it is. Your daughter will support you through my life."

Mr Drewas' reply full of conviction. He would support my daughter from the shade, as these words say. From what I've heard, Mr. Drewas asked his daughter to warmly welcome him where he was being chased inside the elf. I'm talking about helping Tyrea's shop to reward her. What a compelling story.

Excellent eyebrows and courtesy. They immediately perceive my intentions and respond attentively when we have a conversation. You may say that you are humble and confident.

I thought Mr. Biseph was the best for Tyrea's son-in-law. But this is an unexpected dark hose. Mr. Drewas, you don't look like you're messing with my daughter. Though there is a race problem, it is trivial. I want this kind of solid person for a kid who has a place like Tyrea that has fallen out.

Mr. Drewas exits and exchanges greetings with several Tyrean acquaintances.

Then he took a break and often cheered with Tyrea as he had tea. Let's just ask Tyrea about her friendship with Mr. Drewas.

"Tyrea, I told you earlier, my mother doesn't even care about elves. So do you."

"Yeah, I don't care either. On the contrary, because elves are my favorite species."

"I knew it!"

"Oh, but listen, Mother, I do like elves, but with you, Drewas -"

"Ah, I knew you would. My first grandson is a half-elf. He must be adorable."

"Right. Yeah, me too. Kids want half an elf. But, Drewas, it's not like that at all."

Tyrea comes to deny her friendship with Mr. Drewas. She's an honest, cute daughter. But it is a clumsy daughter-like statement in this kind of relationship. I could certainly understand that much delicacy, Tyrea butting in.

All right. We need to give you Tilea's back as a mother here!