Albert Ke no Reijou wa Botsuraku wo go Shomou desu

Margaret Brownie, formerly known as Margaret Riadra, was not born of a very high status, to say nothing of nobility. Even so, the Riadra family, her home, doesn't mean it's inferior, it's just a medium level inside. It is not so much a weak aristocrat as to be humbled.

It is not something I can be that proud of when it comes to whether I can go to the social world and Eleciana School with my chest up, but first and foremost a mediocre middle class aristocratic family.

Margaret didn't consider it unhappy. She was born into a luxurious house, not so unfaithful as to mourn this as unhappiness.

If asked if she was satisfied, she shook her head beside her without shame.

Born in a mediocre aristocratic house, she had an unceasing ambition in her chest from a young age, unlike her less greedy parents who thought, "All you have to do is entrust your child with something a little more positive than what you gave her. I began to feel the way this world works when I was still an unknown child, like the inequality of nobility, and at the same time I wanted to go up further.

Such a turning point came to her. It is an engagement to Rig Brownie.

Speaking of the Brownies, Margaret acknowledged and rejoiced in two replies to this friendship that had stepped in from the upstream lineage, parents being alumni during Eleciana School.

I'll marry the Brownies! And there was no such thing as love, but Margaret couldn't care less. Neither did he have a crush on Rig Brownie, nor on his love affair, but he made an unshakeable effort to shame the name of the Brownie family not to be hated by him.

Supporting her husband, giving her children and protecting her family. In the social world my husband is a woman who can be proud of me and a mother who pours free love on her children...... that is what women do and if I can name the Brownies I will do anything. With that readiness and determination in his heart, Margaret increased herself.

Transfer the story here to the Brownie family.

The Brownie family is a famous family that lasts from generation to generation and, if you say so in the social world, the upper middle level. You can walk the Eleciana School with your chest open, and everyone in the social world is like going to greet us first.

If it was meant to be, the fringe would be a choice, and there is no reason to marry the daughter of the Riadra family, a medium level inside, no matter how familiar her parents used to be.

Among other things, Rig is the only child of the Brownie family. It is normal for my son, who inherits the house, to consider a woman worthy of the family... But his only son, Rig, was the Brownie family's problem.

Anyway, my best, then tyranny. He made his parents make a terrible decision about a period of insubordination that is difficult for them to comprehend, hating the nobles because of their nobility.

The Brownies regret that all the ladies stopping by decided it was the Brownie family's family name purpose to treat them cold and spoil them too much.

That's why the couple used to rely on familiarity to bring their engagement story to Margaret. One son, who hates the aristocratic lady furiously, makes the extra woman, before it can happen that she also conceives a non-aristocratic woman...

That's why Margaret got engaged when the interests of both sides were unanimous.

By the way, Margaret and Rigg's first conversation...

"You're looking for our family anyway."

"Yeah, that's right."

is.

Even those two continued their engagement to college because of Margaret's efforts to avoid creating a downfall that Rigg could not abandon the name of the Brownie family, even if he hated the nobility, and that it would not have been something he would have enjoyed had the engagement been broken.

After all, there is nothing there, no love.

A second, and undesirable, turning point in Margaret like that came to the university department. It is Lillianne's transfer.

Margaret, who has no memory of the game, thought that Lillianne would also leave anyway, being hurt in a cold manner as she approached the rig.

But for some reason, it was at first that the rig that was coldly touching Lillianne gradually gave her a soft smile. On the contrary, it is turned into one of the men surrounding her.

Using his knowledge of the game, Lillianne solved the complex of the rig's nobility. It would have been an easy offense for Lillianne (...), especially since he was hungry for love and kindness that was not confined to his family. As always, there is no love there.

Most of all, Margaret, who didn't even know that, doubted her eyes as if the rig had changed... and at the same time reluctantly made her look tasteless.

I could have made an edge with the Brownies because of this, but that woman would take that away from me......

Margaret, who feared so much, moved faster than anyone, to tell the truth. Even Karina, who knew everything and was moving cautiously, noticed... and not even thought fast.

He showed the Brownies what a pathetic son he had joined Lillianne's reverse harem and told them this when they started thinking about adopting him.

"I take my son-in-law and I promise you I will have a fine boy!

and. What a lame story that was, Margaret fluttered their necks vertically and was welcomed as the adopted daughter of the Brownie family.

The couple bought her ambition. Margaret was more than happy with it, and the Brownies decided to be so, of course, to reward the Riadra family for sending me off without blaming me for their ambitions.

Such a third turning point for Margaret... is now the party of the Albert family.

"Dear Mary, I'm going for a bit too"

"I wonder why your 'I'm going' only sounds like 'I'm going hunting'. I thought we were going ahead of schedule."

"Me, it's a doctrine that doesn't take people's prey. I'm going to wait and see what other people do."

"You're a good hunter. Tell me if you have any problems, and I'll help you. I actually don't hate your bummer."

"You may call me your sister-in-law."

"Please don't say anything horrible."

Yes, Mary Albert told me, and Margaret laughed at Couscous and headed to the venue.

Everywhere, the ladies speak up to their opponents, not to mention the popularity of Patrick Dice, among others.

In the meantime, Margaret looked inside the venue and sighed unintentionally at its spectacularity. The boulder is the Albert family mansion. Everywhere is in good shape, and the good taste doesn't make you feel like a molded dislike.

This mansion tells the story of authority alongside the royal family and its long history and majesty.

I envy you...... and Margaret stared at Mary through the window. Talking to Parfet, she stands with such beauty as a boulder Albert family warrant.

Looking at it, Margaret, who still considered the son of the Albert family to be…, tried to return to the garden and stopped her legs when she found a boy standing blurry along the way.

It is by total coincidence that Margaret cared about him and spoke up close. If you didn't know him, you didn't have eyes. Of course they didn't call me either.

It's just that for some reason I was worried about the boy and thought I'd talk to him. And this changes Margaret's fate dramatically, so this coincidence may have attracted her ambition.

"It's a party, but you don't float."

If he spoke so calmly, he looked back as if the boy had returned to me.

Soft hair shakes and deep shaded eyes capture Margaret. He is a beautiful boy who makes you feel tough as a young man.

But that face was dark somewhere, and Margaret said, "What's wrong?" He leaned over to escape his gaze when he spoke.

My beautiful face is ruined... and I slowly line up next to it to avoid irritating the boy, whining in my heart. If I looked up to trace his gaze to earlier, there would have been a mansion of the Alberts in front of me.

You can even fall into the illusion of being shown that luxury or difference in character. But at the same time, it seems to me that he wants to stand on the same level, knock the doors of this mansion grandiously, and invite Mary Albert to the same mansion.

I was shuddered... and I laughed small at my burning ambitions in my chest, and next door the boy muttered small, "Me..."

Around 10 or 11 when I was a year old, the beautiful appearance and the well-traveled voice before the voice change would suit me and make me feel like I was watching a piece of art.

"What's wrong?

"I envy someone who can make it to such a splendid house."

"Oh, why?

"I, I have two brothers... they are very fine and always grand, and yet I get nervous in these places, and I don't know how to behave."

Margaret smiled calmly at the pitiful, leaning boy.

How adorable...... and my mouth horns up unexpectedly at the emotions that boil up in my chest. But at the same time, a sober thought comes to mind, "Three Men," and the boulder is Margaret Brownie.

The name of the Brownie family is not Dade. In the family, in the course to name.

"The truth is that my oldest brother was supposed to inherit the house, but hey... um... for a reason, my second brother was supposed to inherit it now. If I look at you two like that, I don't have to do anything..."

"You want to take over the house on behalf of your brother?

"No way, no way"

Around the side of my neck like I panicked, I guess I don't have the will to kick my brother off this boy.

But still, he raised his face and looked up at the Albert family mansion with deep shades of eyes. If the wind rocks his blue hair, the young face drifts the characteristic charm of a boy mixed with adorability and rigour.

"I'm not thinking about replacing it with my brother or anything like that. But still... I want to carry something like my brothers, and I want to keep my chest open without being cowardly in this social world."

The figure of the boy, who said so, made him feel 'man', even though he was young, and breathed small as Margaret was pressured. Adorability like a boy and a strong will to dwell in his eyes......

But in the next moment, do I get sick of changing my expression into something weak, purely because I feel anger at myself, too young, that makes me yearn for my brothers and recruit them? The earlier one was only a flame lit for a moment, small enough that I might miss it, and I can't see the face of the flame already in his blue eyes that distracts me anxiously.

That's why I thought so heartily that I wanted to support him beside him in accomplishing and carrying something, that the flame would feed him on fire.

But at the same time, there is a halt in Margaret because she decided to reward the Brownies who bought her ambition and the Riadra who sent herself out. I can't apologize to both families for letting my son-in-law from a very low house in.

To the point of thinking about it, Margaret, though an ambitious, was a woman in law. For both families, I thought it was my duty to find a son-in-law that would convince both families in return for their favors.

Desirable is a son of a lineage equal to or above the Brownie family.

That's what I get in return, and it's also an attachment to a rig that sets me apart.

But there was no way such a man was, and Margaret took a small sigh and stared at the boy in front of her.

I've never dreamed of a prince picking me up, etc.

If only the prince were here, I'd pick him up here...

I thought about that and shook my head sideways as Margaret swung. Now I need to hear the boy's troubles in front of you.

I'm not willing to deny my ambitions, but Margaret doesn't take it as a good idea to scorn the consultation of others with it.

That's why I turned to the boy again and stared him in the eye. The blue eyes that are likely to be inhaled reflect the color of the problem, while still making you feel some strong will.

"Surely you may be immature compared to your brothers."

"That's right..."

"But that's because you're young. That's why it's natural. Instead, you don't take the difference that year for granted, but you look up to your brother now, so that immaturity is a nice thing."

"Nice......?

Kyoton and the boy's eyes get round.

I imagined you'd be comforted or scolded, but you didn't think you'd be complimented nicely for immaturity. Margaret laughed at the unexpected look on her face.

"As long as you think of yourself as immature and keep staring at the difference between you and your brothers, that's your stretch."

"Stretch it?

"Yeah, if you keep up with your ideals the same, you can be even nicer than you are now, by the time your brothers are your age. I promise."

So feel confident and give Margaret, who proclaims with her breasts as she does about herself, a flashing look so that the boy would be overwhelmed... the next moment, she made her pop cheeks red.

In response, "Oh, sweetie," Margaret says. His reaction and expression easily appeal to his special fondness for Margaret, and his emotions straight to his chest are irresistibly adorable.

At the same time I want to support him, I want to be empowered at times, watch at times, and see him grow closer than anyone else. It was the first time in Margaret's life that she thought of this without even knowing what the other family was like. - I don't know what an easy story it would be to understand if someone else listened, but Margaret didn't know the name of this love because she continued to have a broken relationship with Rig -

I thought that far, and Margaret remembered that this boy's family name was not even graceful and I didn't even hear his name, and turned my gaze to Chila and the boy. If he was an unbeatable and unbeatable family lineage alongside the Brownies, then I… and I opened my mouth so much that I even said, "I want to call my name but I don't know".

The boy seems to have guessed at me with the trick, "I'm sorry," he rushes to bow his head. I've been rude to women, and I guess that's what I thought. That looked adorable again, and Margaret smiled back.

"I'm sorry I kept talking about myself without a name. My name is Bernard Dice."

"Bernard...... Dice (...)?"

Margaret asked the familiar family name with a parrot back.

Even so, I didn't miss hearing, his clear voice reached Margaret's ears comfortably clear. But the feeling of "no way" is strong and unbelievable.

"You, Dice..."

"Yes."

A boy who nods clearly and returns...... against Bernard, Margaret even remembered the illusion of sparkling vision.

When it comes to the Dice family, the country has no strangers, even in neighboring countries, famous houses all over the house. It is originally the second most prestigious house after the Albert family, and climbs higher if the son Patrick Dice is formally bonded to the princess. I remember Mary Albert laughing and talking about her shoulders together instead of being second only to the Alberts now.

Above, nowhere. Even the Brownies can feel it on the clouds, a pattern that jumped through among the nobles.

Bernard Dice is the three men. Well, that's why my eldest son (Patrick) didn't inherit the house, and my second brother thought... and Margaret gently held Bernard's hand. Thin fingers that haven't been able to be men yet shake pictorially. But there was no shaking away, no pulling away, and his beautiful face was even more reddish.

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were from the Dice family..."

"No, no. I'm sorry I didn't name you. [M] Um... what's your name?

If you smile nicely without answering Bernard's query immediately, he will stare at you more reddening his cheeks and making you fall in love.

Margaret insisted on polishing her beauty to retain Rig Brownie until now, but it was all for this moment... With a gentle grip with a slight force on the hand so touched, with an extraordinary smile

"Me, Margaret Brownie and I will."

And if I gave it back, I could hear the blue boy calling my name small with a clear voice.

I'm glad to hear that, with a more attractive grin.

"If you want to talk to me and get a little distracted, go ahead and talk about anything."

And when I asked him out, the reddened Bernard nodded cocklessly.

"Oh."

and Mary shrugged, stroking her own shoulder covered with a dress. It made my shoulders feel so much easier as something went down.

In contrast, I called Mary like, "What's up?" Patrick, who was watching, shook his shoulder with a burrito.

"I don't know, my shoulders are getting easier."

"What? There's something cold right now..."

He strokes his shoulder slightly strangely and looks around to ask. To those two, I tilted my neck wondering what the hell was going on around them.

Mary and Addy, who ran errands at the Dice family, were called out to Bernard a few months after that day (party).

There's no way I'd say no if a younger boy I've been familiar with spoke to me for a long time and asked me to listen to him further. So if he turned his gaze to Bernard while enjoying the tea he had been brewed in the room he was put through, he opened his mouth slowly nevertheless seemingly difficult to say.

"Miss Mary... Um, what kind of woman would you be happy to get..."

Mary and Addy looked at Bernard unexpectedly as he made his face red and asked in various tones.

I mean, I guess that's the question......

And we nodded at each other that we had to answer seriously because we knew Bernard was pure.

"Well, there's nothing harder than a gift for a woman."

"Miss Mary, what would you be happy to get?

"Colo"

"Dear Bernard, don't just refer to your daughter."

Mary gave me back to Addy as soon as she interrupted.

Dangerous, I accidentally got the real deal. I'm sorry about Bernard if this helps. And embarrass myself.

I never noticed how those two were, and Bernard turned his gaze to Addy this time.

"What did Addy give Miss Mary recently?

"Is that me?

In response to this question, Mary and Addy rounded their eyes with Kyoton and looked at each other as if they were going to tell a secret story.

It is an emergency meeting.

"... recently, I bought a croquet and went home yesterday, do you count that as a gift?

"I didn't just tell you to stop referring to one."

"That's because I didn't think I could reference your daughter. But I only gave you croquettes when I turned my memory upside down these days."

"What about that?

"So you want something?

"I'm hungry."

"Isn't that croquette"

Yes, I whispered and discussed with the bumps, and Mary coughed up with Cohon.

That's how I turn to Bernard again and look into his blue eyes.

"Bernard, you've got someone important."

Questioned with a soft smile, Bernard's cheek turns red.

Still, around nodding and returning without denial or delusion, he is still honest and pure in character. And I guess that means a woman that matters so much.

"Yes, very important"

"It's so important to you that there's no alternative."

"I can't think of replacing her."

To Bernard, who unequivocally and unequivocally returns it, Mary continued, "Then".

"Then you can't consult our opinions. If there's only one woman in a world without a substitute, all the more so."

I took a ha breath to Mary, who preaches with a smile, as Bernard noticed something.

Then he leans slightly, "Right," he laughs in the light.

- At that moment, Addy whispered, "My lady, it's a wonderful delusion," but of course it can't reach Bernard -

That's how he replied, "Think for yourself, I'll give it to you myself" with such adoration that this one is going to smile and spill a grin. Not to speak of the sobriety of those blue eyes.

"You're so charming to think of you."

"Yes, she's very beautiful, kind, full of adult female charm."

"Oh, you're older?

"I'm a student at Eleciana School, same grade as Miss Mary"

"Heh, are you the same age as your daughter? Well, that's pretty good."

"An exchange diary might be a good idea for a woman around that age. Hit him in the face with a fashionable replacement diary designed on the cover with a shaped edge."

"Exchange diary, is it?

"Yeah, after you've banned all contact, you communicate through your father."

"I'm sorry. Lady, I'm sorry, I'm going to shut up now, so forgive me for that."

I lean my neck over what the hell happened to Bernard to Addy, who panicked and apologized as soon as possible.

That's how Mary coughed up with Cohon again and changed the place.

"May I have the name of that lovely woman?

"Yes......"

Are you even happy to mouth that name, Bernard, with his eyes narrowed to love, opens his mouth slowly, "What's her name..."

Mary smiled softly as she put her mouth on the teacup

"She's called Margaret Brownie."

Unexpectedly sprinkled black tea on Bernard's words, gleefully.

The boulder is Mary Albert. I can't say how unintentional the name is, but I can't expose myself to the unusual appearance of brewing tea.

Most importantly, after swallowing kehoke-ho and coughing at the inches, I accidentally

"That woman finally did it..."

And I squealed, but fortunately it didn't reach Bernard.