Sanzen no Souru Supina

Athelui's objection, somehow, was abrupt.

"Or, assuming, assuming, assuming, right? What if I'm not actually a dick and I'm serving Omae, oh, my God, what about Omae!? Say it!

For a moment, Ashle loses sight of the argument and gets confused.

Repeat blinking to recognize Athelui's question.

"Is that a question of what you think of Mr. Athelui himself?

"As it were, well, I suppose so"

Ashley thinks with a strange look, even though she can't measure the meaning of the question.

But you must have mistaken that for hesitation.

Athelui solicited.

"Look, look, tell me! I don't know! Such a man, to the system of our country, to the life of the Lord,"

"I'll be honest with you - I think you're a very attractive human being. Enough of your spicy arm as Asuka's aide.

But other than that, I know a lot about you! Look after yourself, start cleaning and laundry, sewing, embroidering (all the time), a little flaking and broken is fixed when the next day, mostly because Mr. Athelui is attentive. I know what! I want some tea, and it comes out all the time, and that's what I want to drink. That's something you can't do without keeping an eye on us all the time, right?

And the cooking arm! Isn't that really amazing! I'm sorry about the court cooks, but I like Mr. Athelui's handicrafts in some of the aram-style foods! I love the rice seasoned with spices with nuts and raisins, wrapped in grape leaves and boiled chives (Dorma) and so on!

An interrupted caterpillar, Athelui, "fuggles," clogs his voice again.

It's easy to hate someone.

The same goes for pointing out shortcomings.

But finding beauty, on the contrary, poses difficulties.

That would be because it is something you cannot find without constantly turning your consciousness to the other person's actions.

Atelui has secretly set forth the creed that the best service (service) in particular must be silent.

So naturally that the served Lord or Guest does not realize that it is a service (service), as if it were natural, without a shortage, but without a pull.

Ashle's point was to say all about it.

Without Athelui receiving anyone's praise, Ashley saw the shadow work she had done so far and realized it.

Regardless of some of the upper classes and "spindle capable", it was a time when men and women were clearly distinguished from each other in their work.

It would go without saying how many assistants with ascas Athelui, the slave class, has been in various meetings and military conferences and what kind of work they have combined.

And that you weren't allowed to be proud of it.

That's why Ashley's assessment resonated with Athelui's chest.

Incidentally, Chicken (Dorma) wrapped in grape leaves is one of Athelui's specialty dishes.

It is a major, not uncommon, and plain dish in Aram.

But every one of them is carefully underneath the ingredients, wrapped in leaves and boiled, a hassle-free thing.

If I should feed my husband or a man who should be my husband, this is the dish that I have been making.

That's it.

They praised me for being the best.

than the finest court dishes of the court cooks.

Athelui felt blood on her head.

Reverse your voice openly and make pointless resistance in a hasty manner.

Fixing your hair tightly is a sign of agitation.

"Shit, that's, Shit, work!! My duty, my duty! Oh, and, uh, how's it look? Like Asuka and His Highness Theon - not to mention beauty!!

"I'm sorry, when I like humans, I seem to have a focus not only on their appearance, but also on their personality, their words, their behavior, and especially on what they do (...)... I don't know. Mr. Athelui, I find it very fascinating. At first glance, she looks like a little tight sister, but she looks like she's in a rush right now, and she's kind of a mess... with that discrepancy (gap)."

So cute,.

Ashley, speaking with a serious face, does not realize that Athelui has decisively twisted him at this time.

"So don't let such a woman (human) hate this!

Did you pass it on, my heart said, Ashley looked like a king, and I was sure that I was able to communicate something strongly, but I didn't know how it worked on the maiden mind (Note: Twenty-six year old single female mind).

Athelui, who raised a difficult voice to portray and embarrassed his whole body by turning bright red on his face, such as "naughty" or "haughty," seems to have consolidated his determination so much at this time anyway.

(VERY) With a very, very hard kanji.

"I mean, to sum up the story as it stands, your husband feels bad about me personally, but with an institutional push, and you want me to stop?

"It's a bold explanation, but it's more or less likely"

"Wow, okay...... I see, I know exactly what you're trying to say"

Hmm, well, I see, I know, I don't know.

One repeats, trying to regain calm.

Then I get out of under Ashley.

By the way, Athelui asked as she rebuilt herself.

"What if?" All right, let's just say you're not serious, okay? What if a woman like me, assuming, but purely in favor of Omae, and legally, only assuming, is allowed to marry more than one wife, and such a woman appears, assuming, in the presence of Omae, what would Omae do? It's only hypothetical. "

"... which part of it is provisional? I mean, it's too hypothetical to know what they're saying..."

"Assuming, assuming nothing!

I see. "Suppose," but it seems to be a very important story.

If that's the case, I can only seriously imagine.

Ashley tries her best.

"Uh... that's... happy, I guess. Suppose you had a dream situation like that, though. I don't know... Aska and Zion... I don't have any chore skills or I'm so desperate... Home Affairs, or Home Aid Kung Fu... do you think that helps?"

"Cleaning Laundry, yarn spinning, sewing (Saiko) and weaving on embroidery (Shiru), also dismantling from the care of livestock. Naturally, I'm very good at cooking. You're a master of internal affairs, when it comes to?

"Uh, it would be a blessing, if you had a wife like that"

"Sister temperamental and firm, but he's a sarcastic, and where he's invisible, he'll lead the pavilion, or something?

"It's going to be too dependable, too spoiled, too bad"

"Isn't that the type around Omae?

"No, if you ask me if I'm not around, Illis is, I don't know... this, I guess, a little different type, you know? Rather than being spoiled, it feels like being spoiled. Because there's something about the service that's personal."

Remembering the straightforward favor that could be directed from the Illis, Ashley felt it.

Even when it comes to service spirituality, it's in the name of clarity and ashle, because it was somewhat of a mother's affectionate thing.

This is a different kind of attention from the silent attention.

Athelui continues, as if he had read Ashley's recollections.

"When you're going to be frustrated, when you're going to break your heart, with all that type, um, it's hard. There's got to be something to rely on, man. And unless you're the type to polish a man. If it's in a tough, difficult world, it is. No?"

"Yes... I suppose so"

Athelui's words of smudge are convincing, and Ashley agrees with me.

As a hypothesis, it's a very clear story.

Sometimes the loss of my father early and my childhood friends were just women, and the opinions of the women tended to be strong in the Balaje family.

Ashle's tender personality is also perhaps intertwined around it in formation.

To mention it more deeply, without realizing it, some of the sushi may have been like depression (accidental).

The difference between men and women.

There is little experience in Ashley that someone has revealed inside her chest as a man, if you think about it.

If you think back often, even something called a boyfriend, to Ashley, is not the first.

It was born, and the talent that lived in it, the Spindle Ability Man - Ashle was unconsciously present in an environment where outstanding greatness did not allow a reciprocal existence.

Here, in just a few months of engaging with people like Isma, Norman, or Yugadir, I finally discovered myself starving for that kind of relationship.

As one man who bears heavy responsibility on his shoulders, to the need for beings who can bump into each other's way of life.

Besides, Ashley is determined to move into a time and place where gentleness alone cannot survive from now on.

I really think we need to raise the man and polish him.

"Hmm... I see. I see."

"Something, do you understand?

Athelui, who nodded deeply and deeply with the expression that he was good at it, had already regained his composure and had some strong light in his eyes.

It's like a warrior with a weapon.

"Oh well... Kuku... my little girls... it's your fault for sweetening up the older girls. It has nothing to do with obedience to love. I'll grab you. I'll grab you, I'll grab you in the stomach first, guffaw, guffaw. Then I'll spoil you...... What happens when you insult the woman in the last seat... kuku, ku"

"Huh?"

Athelui's little twinkle didn't sound good to Ashley, blocked by the water noise.

"What?

So it was impossible for a little bird like "pi" to have a voice in the question thrown shortly afterwards.

"By the way," Athelui smiled.

Like a twig.

The first question came back.

Is the fingerfold counted… the number of couples candidates?

In Aram, men are legally and officially allowed to marry up to four women.

So... this was a very serial question.

"What woman is Redamaria?

A question as sharp as a knife thrust down your throat.

Ashley trembles.

It was shortly after that that anger and combat music rocked the outhouse.