It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

When Lady Elle was blind, Tracy went somewhere fast.

I thought he was gone. I put some bags on him and scattered them on the front door.

"What is it! What is it! What is it! That one!"

The furious Tracy and the others. Tracy screams out loud and looks back and puts me in sight.

It is immensely powerful.

I'm going to take on one end of my nervous looking face. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes.

Shit, speaking of which, I forgot that the ladies were all dressed up.

This was another sermon course, but as he was hardening himself, he gently held his shoulder and led him into the mansion instead of approaching him with a large strand.

If it's too bad, my dependable husband Claude, who deceives Tracy, is also a no-touch this time for some reason, and on the contrary, he leaves the room with one greeting to me and is Tracy's single altar as soon as possible.

Yep......

"Ma'am! What the hell! That man!

... Yeah, yeah, that way?

Tracy started rubbing my right hand goth at the apron hem, and her nose snapped.

"I heard rumors that it was scum, but I didn't know it was really scum!

If you think it came suddenly, after the affair, you unilaterally broke your engagement and took away your daughter's future, but you don't have an apology, etc...!

Besides, I just got the title of just a name, and I spoke so casually to the Duke's Lady at the Count's minute, and even touched the lashes on my own and mouthed them on my own!

I can't believe this country was royal!

Phew, Tracy, who roughs her nose, still rubs the back of my hand, and it hurts so much.

I tried to complain modestly, but it doesn't seem to have reached her ears.

Marie and I looked at each other as we wandered our gaze wondering if someone would ask for help.

"Marie!"

"Ha! Lady!

Good. Her chestnut eyes open wide as the time gradually returns.

Yes! Yes, do something about this unusual Tracy!

She suddenly blushed with grandeur when she approached him like that with her gaze.

"Prince, that was cool ~"

No, Marie, no, no!

What are you gonna do with it?

My right hand was gripped and Tracy transformed from an eye to a face that was likely to come out of lightning.

"Hey, what, what,! Mr. Tracy, what's wrong?"

I wondered if so. I thrust my connected eyes at Marie with my big crotch.

No, it's not! Well done, Marie!

The result is Aurai.

My gaze for the help of poor Sacrificial Marie clings to me as I rub my liberated right hand.

I'm sorry, Marie.

I am cute with myself and my right hand.

"Marie, you, what's so cool about that? What's so cool about that guy who fell in the lady...?!

"Huh? 'Cause the cool stuff is awesome, there he is, there he is. It's just, my hand, it's creeping in!

"Wake up! Aren't you much nicer, Altenrich boy, than that?"

"Also, of course it is, of course it is! Lady!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!

I ran to the stairs, placing Marie, who was grabbed by my shoulders and swayed.

I'm going back to my room to mourn Marie! And he said away early, and I fled.

Marie, I'm really, really sorry...

But Tracy's loaded on me right now.

"Mr. Tracy? Salt in the cooking room. Where did you take it? Between lunch preparations... whoa!

"Bye, Mr. Vance! Please help."

And, Mr. Tracy, what the hell is wrong with you! I escaped from hell alone, listening to the bewildered voice of Bance.

Today must be a bad day.