Shortly after I received the email from Mr. Lulicia, I received an email this time from Sakura confirming the contents.
The title of Sakura's email is [bad, I forgot] and I'm concerned about it, and I open it from there and look through it.
In summary, it seems that Sakura gave my maid and number to Mr. Lulicia.
The fact that you are in contact with me in this way means that you are sending an email this way, in confidence with the help of another samurai close to you.
And it's the crux of it.
It seems that Mr. Lulicia is worried about something, so I want you to listen to me.
"Trouble?"
I don't think you can help me if you talk to me about the royal troubles.
In the meantime, now I've opened Mr. Lulicia's e-mail.
There, in a very polite sentence, it was written first of all about the wording apologizing for suddenly sending an email and then about the 'troubles' that Mr. Lulicia had.
According to that, apparently Mr. Astoria is having some problems and hasn't been well lately.
She went to the same school and stayed in touch with her (and Lucia thinks). It was a consultation email asking if she knew anything about me and if there was anything she could do to revitalize Astoria again.
"Summer butte, or something?
I try to whine without replying, tilting my neck.
Um, I don't think it would be the same if Mr. Lulicia bothered to text me for advice if he wasn't feeling well.
Or should I just ask you directly?
I don't have to go around like this, I feel better that way.
When I started typing in e-mail replies, there were signs that my sister was moving from front of the TV.
My sister, who swallowed beer while devouring edamame with her father and was looking at an extended professional baseball game as a bowl, tries to pick up a second can of beer in the fridge.
And I had eyes.
"What?"
"Hmm? Um, I got a troublesome consultation"
I'll answer and start typing again.
"Ho ho. Love bana?"
"Probably not"
My sister goes to the fridge and comes back.
A cold can of beer on the kink in its hand.
"The summer vacation is over now, and I thought it was a brag in the name of consultation from a virgin abandoned child, too bad"
I opened the can beer pull tab and my sister continued as I drank the gubbi.
My sister is now in a Nobra t-shirt and said something nasty about swallowing a can of beer.
Normally sexual harassment, but I dare to decide not to ask.
Still, Mr. Astoria's troubled.
Hmm?
Rich, with an idol or a model look, with a Sakura preference smile, the troubles Astoria has.
I can't imagine.
I'm getting close to you, but I'm a lady with a different world to live in in the first place.
I can't possibly tell you that I don't know Mr. Lulicia in a close position.
"Okay, here's the thing"
Just before I finished typing and tried to reply,
"Which one?
Hmm? This girl? Maybe it doesn't have to be someone in the email, girl??
Lucia's a girl's name, isn't she?
Could it be the princess who helped you before?
It's the same name. "
My sister takes my mobile device and reads the contents.
And I get pretty wussy tangled up about how drunk I am.
And now, as soon as Mr. Lulicia's name came out, my father, who was watching TV, called out to see if he was interested in this exchange.
"You, are you in touch with me?
It contains the sound of, say, when.
"No, this is my first day! Sister, come on, already!
Give me my phone back!
"No, no, no, no, if you're texting someone royal, even if it's private, your sister will check you out so you don't have to be rude."
It's an extra favor.
I reach out and try to take my phone back, but my sister flirts with me.
"Hmm, that's not a rude sentence.
Who's this Astoria? Who, this girl too?
What are you, possibly double-stranded?
If you checked your e-mail, you know that's not true. My sister narrows her eyes to swordswallowing,
"Sit down there for a moment. Sit down, sit down!!
"Oh, why?"
"No questions asked!
For some reason, I get drunk, and I sit right down, like I was told.
My sister, once she drank all the can beer she had in her hand, went to the kitchen again and poured the sake back from her grandfather's helicopter bottle into the mug, sitting on the couch doing the chibi.
"You know, I did say that before.
It's better not to make loved ones. "
When was the last time?
I don't remember you saying that.
"What's that?
Two shares?
Harlem, you're the protagonist, you stupid brother!
Apparently my sister is drunk and creating some kind of story in her brain.
"I didn't know you were going to be a scumbag guy who would deal with two women and maybe say you both love each other equally"
I notice my sister starting to roll the camel, and I'm going to see if Gonske and Dombeye thought this one was funnier than the video.
"Scraps."
"Because it would be crumbs.
Those girls are too pathetic to be uttered in such warm terms that they would want to be your best, like equality or fairness or because they both like each other the same way. "
I don't understand what my sister is talking about.
You're totally drunk, this.
What you're saying is too disjointed.
Besides, only in the creations would two strands or something be allowed.
In the first place, if you checked your email properly, you shouldn't be talking about that setup.
"If we're friends, we're still..."
and something like my sister's ruptured preaching lasted a while with Kudokud.
Looking at my sister and I alternately like that, Gonske was nodding for some reason, but there was no action to take, especially.
Did Dombeye get tired of it right away or start watching videos again?
and my sister noticed that I was out of sight,
"Listen properly!!
I got drunk again.