Albert Ke no Reijou wa Botsuraku wo go Shomou desu

It is only during the day that I feel spring coming to the light of the sun, but it is still cold at night. Will the day continue like this for the time being, I wish it would warm up soon...... and have such a conversation without any other love for a while.

"Alicia, when the flowers bloom in the royal palace yard, let's get married"

To the words so told, Alicia happily broke her expression as she blushed her cheeks and jumped into the arms of her loved one.

It was hours ago now.

"So! So, Master Mary! Patrick was so lovely at that time, and the seemingly illuminating part was adorable again!

"Yes, you are... you are..."

"Dear Patrick, I'm very busy right now... but you told me to calm everything down when it gets warm! I can't believe the flowers bloom in the royal palace yard... lovely, Master Patrick!

"Right, right, right... by the way, Alicia, I wonder what time it is..."

Can you see the clock? To Mary, who asks, with excitement - or excitement - Alicia, who was talking, rounded her eyes with Kyoton.

That's how I look at the pillow on Mary's bed, and the beautifully crafted clock carves the time as it makes a small noise. Mary is sitting on the edge of the bed, shaped to turn her back on the clock, but there's no way she can't see the dial. If you look back without asking, you can confirm.

That's why I said, "What's up?" If Alicia tilted her neck and asked, she laughed gracefully at how narrow her eyes Mary had originally narrowed.

"I can't open my eyes because I want to sleep. So, what time is it?

"You were. It's... It's three o'clock in the morning (...)!

"Yes, in the morning... not in the morning!

Ki! and calling, Mary grabs the pillow and slaps Alicia in the chair. Even so, it is known that Mary's arm strength in her sleep and all she does is sound good in the economy with Bohun Bohun. I guess it's not as painful as that, Alicia screams, but it's also somewhere fun.

... By the way, the time is now three o'clock in the morning, as Alicia says (...). It's natural but dark outside the window, and not the kind of time for a noble lady to wake up and wield a pillow. Not to mention it's not time for the noble lady to be knocked up by the princess who jumped into the room.

"The country stinking chicken clock (in the morning when the chicken rings) is nowhere near here! Know there's moderation in running oddly!

"Because I was happy! That's why I wanted to tell Mary so soon!

"That's why you don't wake up a sleeping person! Go back to the royal palace and come back in time!

"The carriage left at the same time I arrived, so I can't go home!

"Don't be wise with the premise of being driven back!

Mary calls as she wields her pillow. But the mary in question could not beat the nobleman's maid, Alicia, whose activity was one of the charms, with her strength, and after a while she threw her pillow roughly with Zeze and her breath.

That's how I look at Alicia resentfully, but the response from Alicia to that is a nostalgic and adorable smile: "Eh, don't be sorry." I was no longer reminded that this did not lead to reflection at all, but rather a flag that I would recidivize in the near future.

That's why I'm here saying, "You have no choice at all. Slow down," she said unwillingly, and Mary turned away from the bed unhappy once she stared at Alicia.

"Addy! You're here, Addy! Get this country girl out of here!

Yes, call Addy's name and head to the door of the room.

In the Albert family, Addy was always called in as a responder to Alicia's visit (raid).

"I want to have a pajama party with Mary! The midnight raid called," Your daughter fell asleep, so I'll see you next time, "handed her souvenir cookies and gently put them on the carriage," Dear Mary, let's go for a walk! The dawn raid says, "If you wake the chicken before it goes off, it will piss you off, so let's just wait for the chicken in chess until it goes off," and subtly directs her to the guest room.

How long has this important position been established in that healthy and brilliant hand trying to protect Mary's sleep, her husband and wife?

That's why Mary opened the door to the room as she called out his name... so she rounded her eyes at Addy squatting (groaning) while she was asleep.

"A, Addy...... what's going on?

"Lady, I'm sorry... I rushed here to hear Alicia's visit (raid)... she listened to the reproduction in a clear, word for word momentum and allowed me to break in while I was bored with embarrassment..."

"Oh, yeah..."

Mary nods angrily at Addy, who is so embarrassed by Alicia's love story that she is stuffy that she "remembers when she sees Master Patrick" as she blushes.

I'm sure men and women also receive love stories differently. Addy, among other things, is close to Patrick, so it must have been applauded as he listened to Alicia and his face floated and stuffy.

Once again, Mary turned to Alicia, retrieving Addy, who blushes her face as if it were her own romantic affair, into her own room. I know you're thinking about Patrick, the sluggish look on that face is even smiling, but if you think of it as the cause of this tragedy, the angst prevails.

"So, what are you going to do with the report to me? I'm not gonna wake up the whole mansion."

"In the meantime, talk to Mary for about four hours first"

"Oh no!

"Then have breakfast with Mary."

"Hey do it!

"Then tell the maids and squire who took care of the Albert family, including Dear Carrell, and go report it to the teachers at Carreria School..."

"Hey do it! Go home!"

"Lady, I know the limits are close to everything, including sleepiness, but rejection is too straightforward. I mean, Alicia, are you gonna keep going to the report?

"Ha!"

Mary calls Kiki against Alicia, who nods with a delightfully uncontrolled smile. Sleep is peak around grabbing the pillow again and slamming it out.

Think of those two as Addy fumbles. This means that this flow is……. As soon as Addy's memory of locking and letting him sleep in the depths of his heart was about to come back to life, a sighed Mary emitted

"By and large, you don't float around because of how much they propose."

To the word, I popped out of the room screaming at my resurrected memory. Of course he said, "Alicia! Take your time in your daughter's room!" I won't forget the word.

That's how Addy, who popped out of Mary's room, went back to his room and dressed in a big hurry, not in the carriage he had prepared... but jumped on a horse hitting the carriage.

It is the House of Dice, of course, which is the way to go.

"Excuse me early in the morning... no, late in the night... it's too late for subtlety!

and jump into the Dice family while speaking up so. Few people just have time, but still, it's not like there's only the famous Dice family and they're deserted. Addy was welcomed by surprise by a squire who happened to be there, and he leaned his neck wondering what the hell was going on.

That's all this strange time visiting.

"Addy, what's up?

"Dear Patrick... Dear Patrick!

"This is the time, you're still resting."

"Wake me up right now!

"Hey, what's really going on?

You felt strange about how Addy was doing, slapping his shoulder so that the Dice family squire could forgive him. Having long been close to each other as serving a famous family, he treats Addy no differently when she marries Mary. That's why I don't understand you telling me to wake Patrick up at this hour, and still you don't chase him back and ask me why.

But Addy opened his mouth to it... and swallowed the words. Maybe I haven't told anyone yet that Patrick proposed to Alicia...... and that's what I thought.

It is Addy, who is the same man as Patrick - and Addy, who was built black history by his wife (Mary) in the past - that is the decision.

"I can't tell you why, but in the meantime, I have something to tell Master Patrick"

"You can't tell me why..."

"Please leave a message!

The man facing him frowned at the rusty eyes of impatience. But he said, "What message? I don't suppose you're willing to go down around asking back."

In contrast, Addy looked at him jizzily and slowly opened his mouth.

"Alicia raids more than flower gardens. Fear of spore detonation. If you don't want to be my second best friend, you'll be recovered as soon as possible."

… and.

The man who was naturally told about the message creased between his brows. Naturally.

But even if we get this far, we're not going to let it go because I don't think we're going to joke about Addy or anything like this. Or if it was a joke, is there an Albert family warrant behind it?

"What is it, a flower garden and a spore?"

"Please, tell him. That's all Patrick would know."

"If you say so much..."

I told him so and dropped off the back of the man leaving early enough behind the mansion so that Addy could hasten restlessly.

For a while now, is that enough time? The mansion eventually bothered, and of course it was Patrick who came running from the back.

"What do you mean," stuffed Addy, as he didn't seem to panic and greet him as he put his sleeve through his jacket.

"No way, Alicia."

"Dear Patrick..."

You're feeling a bad feeling from the message, Patrick stares at Addy as he blues his complexion.

Not to mention the seriousness of those eyes. Addy, by contrast, lay her face down sadly, still potpourring,

"Hurry up... I hope the flowers bloom in the royal palace garden"

and told a dialogue that would be a decisive hit.

At that moment, it goes without saying that Patrick's face, which was originally bluer, drew even bluer.

Anyway, "Flowers in the Garden of the Royal Palace" is the language of a proposal Patrick told Alicia last night. It's only been a few hours since then, and there's no way Addy knows this late at night.

... unless floating Alicia speaks.

"Then get the carriage ready! I'm going out, it's the Albert Mansion!

"The carriage is available here!

Quickly! and hurried each other out of the Dice family mansion, the squire who gave the message of course tilted his neck with what the other maids were all about.

That's how Addy with Patrick would return to the Albert family mansion and jump into Mary's room saying he was behind in greeting too...

"So, so! Master Patrick stared at me with those blue eyes! Please hold my hand gently!

and Alicia, who speaks the excitement clearly and

"Yes, that's right, Munya... that's, Munya... that's good"

And there was a figure of Mary returning a gavel that was hard to say the earliest word one spoke while holding her pillow back.

"So Master Patrick seems to be illuminating... do you know what you said!

"... well, well... that's mundane..."

"Yes!" When the flowers bloom in the garden of the royal palace, let's get married "! What a lovely word!

"Gu..."

And Patrick read Alicia's name, just the same, to the two of them continuing the conversation, which I don't think is roughly made up.

How happy she seems to be to hear that voice and look back. The gleaming look would have made me feel adorable and would have warmed Sawaya Patrick's chest if it wasn't for a place like this at this hour.

"Alicia......"

"Dear Patrick! What happened at this hour?

"This kind of time... I knew you weren't aware..."

Between dreams and the present, it's almost like being in a dream, and still Mary does evil.

But such Mary's ramblings were also approximate, and Patrick gently laid his hand on her shoulder as he approached Alicia.

"Alicia, it's an important report, so let's both go tell everyone."

Nah, and Alicia's eyes shine even brighter when she hears it, smiling softly at Patrick for consent.

And so I said, "Yes!" He nodded joyfully. This settled one case and the spore blast was kept to a minimum.

Take a look at it and sigh of relief that Addy has done it...

"Your daughter is just too pathetic. We'll have a guest room for both of you, so just wait till the chicken rings."

And he stopped at the friendly lovers trying to go to the world of the two staring at each other and kicked them out of the room to push them against the maids they had passed by.

That's how the tranquility finally returns to Mary's room.

It's still dark outside the window, and it's time for this tranquility to continue if it's meant to be.

"Lady, both Alicia and Patrick have left. Why don't you take another break?"

"Herbicides and..."

"Yes, sir. Here, get in the futon."

Addy prompts me, and Mary returns into the futon shaking her head with a utter laughter.

The lady was so miserable that Addy shrugged "back to the nest" as she rolled the futon. Not so long ago, Mary diving into the futon with Mozomozo is like an animal.

Most of all, no matter how animal-like it is, Mary Albert and Addy are kicking in the back of their legs when they have to listen to each other.

- By the way, Mary, diving into the futon, complains of herbicides and herbicides, not to mention hunting for flower buds all over the royal palace -

That's how Mary, once again in her bedtime position, peered only at her face from inside the futon and looked up to Addy with her decent eyes.

"It's an annoying flower garden."

"Yeah, really. You look happy, more than anything."

"... the spores have flown."

"Your daughter?

What's the matter, sir? Addy about to ask swallows the words.

Mary's hand, stretched out of the gap in the futon, is grabbing Addy's clothes. On the contrary, it pulls me gooey as if I were inviting you.

"... a spore flew out of that kid's flower garden"

Hey, to Mary, who laughs small enough to insist, guess what that means. Addy also spills a laugh again,

"It's an odd encounter, so am I."

When I answered that, I dived into the futon as I was invited.