It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

The residence had regained its tranquility from the day of that marquis warrant raid.

I haven't been back since Lichten left, and I haven't seen my face for another month.

It is a new record, such as his absence from the residence for a month.

On the road, which took three days to drive without rest of the horse, Lichten returned, worried that something had happened.

"Lady Altostella! Oh, my God! Master Altenrich is back!

Marie jumped in when she was being taught how to make buttercakes in the cooking room and punched a lot of flour in the momentum.

"Hey! Cora, Marie! How many times do I have to tell you not to run in the mansion!

"Uh-oh, Mr. Vance, it's painful,"

"Am I right? Is your job to increase my work?! Ah?"

The vance that grabs Marie's dressed chest and shakes her probably is a little bit, with a bad gala.

It's too much for a cook. The old wounds you see from the gap between his body and his clothes are painful, and he's been doing something before? And I've asked Claude, but Vance is hurting her body with her hobby. And I have decided not to care since it was returned.

"You guys! What are you doing! Oh, lady, here we are.

Hurry up and move to the entrance hall. If Altenrich Boy finds you in the cooking room, he'll give you another sermon. Come on, hurry up.

You guys cleaned this place up. We need to talk later!

Tracy drove me out of the cooking room as she caught her crisp, cool eyes out of thin air and whispered.

Vance, who could see right on the side, was staring at Marie in the most horrible shape in the world, and poor Marie was shaking.

Both of you, I'm sorry...

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Lichten was about to leave her coat on Claude and take off her gloves as she breathed in a ladylike manner as she slipped into the front hall on a small run.

"Liechten! Welcome back"

The blue eyes darker than mine smiled softly when they captured me, but some fatigue could be seen in their faces.

After all, is there something wrong?

"Sister, I'm home now. Did you have any problems while you were away?

"Well! You say things like your father.

Don't worry about it. You're right. "

Taking my hand and dropping my mouth like an obedient knight teasing Lichten and lifting the hem of the dress to thank the lady, he leaked a sigh of relief.

At all, Liechten is too attentive.

Speaking of the last month we met, I had a cut on my arms with a tree branch when I was taking care of the garden about Torneo and (Torneo went bright blue and fell, so it was hard to follow up afterwards)

Marie told me that if I wore a dress that I didn't categorize as such, I could wear it myself, and then I finally got a passing score from Tracy after laundry and dishwashing.

... Though I can never tell Liechten or my father the Duke about this.

"Sister, I have something on my hair.... this, powder?

"Oh, ho, I wonder if that's funny"

"Sister, you're not wearing makeup"

I was practicing.

It is definitely flour attached to the earlier disturbance.

Lichten flushed me, though I often paid for my mother's rough silver hair with my hands and looked surprised.

If you find out that you are entering and leaving the cooking room with a breath in your heart, you will definitely be listening to the sermon again.

Lichten, now 14, is strangely compelling to your 14-year-old.

That may be because of his neat and beautiful face, or maybe because of the cool eyes of dark blue, but more or less it is probably the gift of the education of my father, the Duke.

Honestly, my brother, it's horrible.