Albert Ke no Reijou wa Botsuraku wo go Shomou desu

"This...... Drill Albert!

of an extremely mediocre holiday, it was also a long idle noon when Addy's voice sounded that

"So, Addy did! It's awful, it's about me. It's about Drill Albert!

Patrick, sitting across the street listening to Mary, who sues as she summons, says, "Guh...!," he groaned once. Then I see Gehogeho and the grand cough like him, and Mary, who was calling, rounds her eyes with Kyoton.

"... Patrick, what's wrong?

"Yes, no, I'm fine... keho... a little, the tea was hot"

"Really? Be careful."

Yes, Mary continues the conversation with tears.

Mary, who had a fight with Addy and was hurt by one of his words, visited her brothers' room to make up for the rumbling. If you depend on your brothers, you will surely know the disrespect of your squire or scold him...... and have so much expectation in your chest.

"Brother, listen! Addy called me Drill Albert!

To the words of Mary jumping into the room crying so much, the two dependable brothers round their eyes for a moment...... bubba! and blew out the tea I was drinking.

"That's terrible! My brothers laughed after that, because I'm not going to talk to you for another month!

If Mary sued the spearhead of anger against her brother as well, Patrick, who was listening to it, groaned again, "Ugh," and now leaned down and coughed flashly.

In contrast, Mary again rounds her eyes with Kyoton and still rubs his back against the table.

"What's wrong, Patrick, are you okay?

"Oh, oh... still seemed a little hot for tea"

"I didn't know you were a cat tongue."

If I raised one hand that Patrick was okay while coughing small, Mary, who was rubbing her back, returned to the topic and continued her conversation with dissatisfaction.

Addy's ramblings caused it in the first place, and my brothers laughed at me for it. Sure, I may also be responsible for not blaming myself for my unobedient personality, but that's why Drill Albert is too harsh.

"Of course, Addy and I decided not to talk, and I ordered him to stay away from me for a while."

"I see. So you're writing an exchange diary."

"Yeah, and via your father. There's nothing harder for Addy."

I turn my gaze to the novel journal book at her disposal, nodding as Patrick was convinced by Mary, who is good at talking to Phew.

I can tell at a glance if you are using leather or a good quality cover, and if the paper also uses good objects. Patrick sighed looking at what a luxurious Albert-like journal it was and what a non-Albert-like use it was...

For some time after Mary and Addy's exchange diary began for that reason, that interaction across the Albert family owners went well - not to mention Addy's spiritual burden of being via the Albert family owners - and was progressing.

That's how today and today Mary, who gave her father the exchange diary, tried to leave his room, but she was called "Mary" when she put her hand on the door knob.

"Can I see this, too?"

"Father, do you want to read the exchange diary?

"Somewhat interested"

"I don't mind if I do. I didn't write that much."

If Mary told him that there was no obstacle to being read, the Albert family owner nodded once and dropped his gaze on the exchange diary he had just been handed.

Then a few days later, the exchange diary returned to Mary again, but somehow it was about two days later than normal. I can't help but be dissatisfied with Mary because this delay, originally just Addy's ramblings, even though she interacts with me for a day.

"Addy, you're not reflecting at all!

And, yes, swell your cheeks while turning the exchange diary page...

"No, your father's in on it..."

And I held my head in. Anyway, Mary and Addy are the only ones who are supposed to write an exchange diary with the masterful pages of the Albert family.

That was also given to me by Mary for a page, back from Addy for a page, and I seem to have written every time I brokered it, so I'm convinced I don't think this will cause delays.

"I did say you could read it... but no, your father is pushing it right to the verdict. Discipline."

I go ahead and read the part that is so grumbling but written enough to get the pen because if you complain about your father's entry, it may seem as if Addy and I are suing each other for wanting to do an exchange diary.

I don't care who's in it! And, yes, I ran a pen in my heart to a white page with the will.

Several times that way, the three of us turned the exchange diary for a few days, and Addy was searching the mansion for the Albert family owner.

Funny, you should be at the mansion this time...... But when I looked, I couldn't see it, and Addy called me from behind. Looking back, the Albert lady Carrell is smiling gracefully.

"Addy, what's going on?

Ma'am, are you looking for your husband?

"My old friend called me out. He said he wasn't leaving tonight."

"Really, you're here..."

I don't know what to do, I drop my gaze on Addy in the exchange diary at hand, and Carrell, who sees it, laughs coughingly. That's how I tell you, "I'll give it to you," because I know the fight between Mary and Addy is ongoing.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry to bother your wife."

"It's okay. Never mind. By the way, can I read this too?"

"Oh, yeah... I don't mind"

To Addy, who answers that, Carrell smiles softly and receives an exchange diary.

Then a few days later, Addy opened the exchange diary that came around.

"I knew your wife wrote it too..."

And it goes without saying that I held my head.

That's how the number of participants in the exchange diary gradually increased, and the two brothers, of course, even involved Addy's brother, at the end of the day, even across the house to Patrick. Then naturally there's no way Alicia won't join us. Besides, sometimes even the two parents write.

The country, and the Albert and Dice families at the top of the social circle, are interacting with honey. If you think about it, even domestic and foreign attention is likely to be paid, even with confidential documents. But everyone was disciplined. The only thing in the exchange diary was "diary like" and the long idle interaction continued peacefully.

In the meantime, there was more between the two of us, and I didn't decide the order, and the exchange diary became more chaotic. Thanks to this, it took me days to do it until it got to Mary and Addy.

A few weeks after I was in that condition, I wondered who the hell had the exchange diary... and when Mary thought it was bonyard, I could see Addy walking in from the end of the aisle. Looking at it and dropping it off...... but somehow Mary accidentally rounded her eyes as he stopped to line up next door.

I don't know how many months it's been, and I think with my gaze to the margin.

I've always been next door every day. I took that for granted.

We had fights from time to time, but I've probably never been this prolonged in my mind......

When Mary was thinking about it, Addy, similarly out of sight, spoke with difficulty to say, "Um..."

"Did you read the diary?

"... whose?

"It's for what I wrote. Pass it to Master Patrick after writing... I don't know where it is now..."

"... he's not back yet. What did it say?

If you look up at Addy on the side and Mary asks, he will similarly give you a glance.

It was awkward, and I swallowed the look on my face just saying it was uncomfortable, a word I would have usually done pointing it out and chilling, but I went out and said I might have the same look on my face.

That's how you wait for Addy's continued words...

"Why don't you go get some croquettes"

And, to words too unexpected, Mary accidentally rounded her eyes.

"The grocery store I always went to sold a new croquette."

"Oh, oh, really?

"I bought it to try, but the store owner said, 'What about the lady you're always with?'"

"That shopkeeper, you still don't believe I'm Mary Albert."

"I can't believe you're a courtesan who buys and eats at a grocery store... well, that's why they said, 'Bring that lady with you next time'"

"Oh, yeah..."

Phew, and Mary squeals small. If I looked up at Addy on the side again that way, I could see his face turning red, which seemed uncomfortable until earlier.

It kind of embarrasses me to this one...... but on the other hand Mary's breasts warm up gently. His voice, which I haven't heard in a long time, is still more tame to my ears than anyone else's.

But I honestly wasn't motivated to say it, let alone apologize, and Mary continued, "I can't help it," as she turned her back.

"If you say so much... yes, there's nothing I wouldn't do with you."

"... Are you sure?

"Yeah, well... I've been wanting that store croquette for a long time, too"

If Mary answers with such willingness, it will be conveyed that Addy was small and relieved.

If that's how you ask me to go, of course, there's no reason to say no to Mary, and then again, "I have no choice but to say what!," he pressed, walking out to line up.