Discussions since we lowered Margaret to her own room were unexpectedly prolonged. Because His Majesty the Queen Wang, who said that there would be no more such opportunities, was hoped to decide in every detail he could on this occasion at his own discretion.

"If I decide here, there will be fewer people coming from the House of Lords and the Temple to waste their time."

Much to be thankful for in awe. More or less it will be wrapped up and other details will be dealt with by Walter around in the Wang Capital.

Margaret, who asked Buddy to go get her for a drop off and came downstairs with Mark pulling her hand, was relieved that although her eyes were still red, she seemed to have rested a little and she didn't feel stunned anymore.

I dropped off Her Majesty the King in front of the Mansion and went back, and I sat back trying to rest just a little in the rocking chair on the veranda and I couldn't move... he was more tired than I thought.

"Addy, are you okay?

"Daniel used to check on the royal palace, so I'm not used to it."

"It's been years. Yes, tea."

"Thank you... my last ascent was over ten years ago"

Danielle sits on the bench next to me with her cup in one hand, handing me the honeyed tea that Margaret put in. The clinic left it to Mark to let me go home first. He stayed here today.

... relieves me of warm and sweet tea. My body seemed cold even though it was summer. Apply a light, strong fingertip to the cup to keep warm.

"I thought I was nervous."

"Though he is casual, how can he be so majestic? But isn't it because your majesty has heard so many stories rather than one?

"... well, maybe so"

It was just a story I didn't know either, whining Daniel. Even if I don't seem so sorry, it's not your fault.

"I will continue to see Margaret's injuries. Because I'm responsible for making sure it doesn't get any worse even if it doesn't heal."

"I'm not worried about what you're going to see. I'm just... I'm still young. If I can replace you, I can replace you as much as I want."

"Margaret's feet aren't in that bad shape."

"Though I know that,"

Yeah, I really do. The shock was that Margaret might not have been here than a foot injury that wouldn't have healed any more. I can't believe I'm more shocked that I might not have been able to see myself than the injuries and burdens Margaret suffered.

That kid admired me like a mother and I should have thought like a daughter too...... I was surprised and scared of myself for being so self-centered.

"... Addy. I am, even if Margaret came here in worse shape, and still, I'm sure she's glad you came. Even Mark would."

Daniel says as he turns his face to the sound he hears from the kitchen. The worker's daughter seems to have begun to support dinner quickly. When you're satisfied with this life with no magic equipment, you know, but you're reluctant to think about it.

"I'm surprised at myself. Life with Margaret is perfectly normal... because if you think about it, it hasn't been six months. Yet."

"I guess this isn't a matter of time. It's like love."

You want to cheer me up, Daniel said a little aside. The feeling makes me happy and my mouth loose.

"Hehe, really. I don't know what else to do."

"That's right. Look at Mark."

I just kept an eye out for that kid who became this guy's son to change since I met Margaret.

I was just stubborn. When I came. Even if the corners came off little by little, I didn't take the mask for the long years that followed. In the months since this spring, Mark, who has even changed his face, must be what he is now. Young-like expanse, a dry joke that pops out of the head that often goes around...... a gaze of hope for the future Saki.

"... Margaret is a strange girl. I'm sure he doesn't mean that in person."

I would easily leave the hedge I wanted to put away without it. With that smile, in a wrapping atmosphere. Eagle fried just saying there's no need to mean anything or fix it. I was accepted so easily by the people of this village, not because I was an 'invitee' or because I taught makeup.

Margaret. Because he's that kid who has no clues, no preconceptions, and stares straight at the person.

I wonder if she knew. That Tanya, the blacksmith, hasn't tamed Meeserie since she was married. Anna at the grocery store was wrapped away in her fancy clothes from the seniors.

Hearing rumors and reputations didn't pepper me. And then I met him myself, and I talked to him... Tanya, who although the words and tricks were rough, was a good cook and a very emotional person. Anna was just straining more than she needed to be advertised for the store.

Margaret laughs joyfully at the eight hundred houses on the top of the Buddha when she pinches her mouth according to the store.

You can't cross the line even if you get close to me to some extent. Me and the villagers got closer, too, because Margaret is in between. I was good at it because I needed a work pattern, but I quickly remembered the names of people from all over the village up to the powderhouse ladies and newborn babies who rarely appeared on the surface... even though I didn't have a voice to call for it myself.

Every time I go out to the village, he talks to someone and laughs and tells me that when I come back, I look like I'm having fun. He told me he was surprised again.

'Though I won't deny all the rumors. But because it's the way you receive and feel. Someone said sour grapes could be sweet to me too, and even if they were really sour, they'd be delicious if you jammed them.'

The first person to reach out to me when I was in trouble was an old man in a neighborhood of bigotry and reputation and a scary teacher who hated the school building.

No one can dislike that girl for looking at herself without her colored glasses.

Though he started walking next to Mark and seemed a little stared at by the young daughters of the village. Originally, it was a well-known fact that Mark only saw one, and because I know Margaret's becoming a person, it didn't take that long for jealousy to turn into pure envy and watchfulness.

First of all, it would make jealousy and suspicion ridiculous to watch such a mark. Margaret, too, is in the position of a sister that you can rely on in front of others, but she's so spoiled that she's finally just one daughter in front of Mark... though it's the trouble with that girl who works too hard on her own that she can't lean on people unless she gets that far.

If it's marked, that girl will be able to do it without breaking.

I overlap distant memories with two of my good friends. "If," even though there isn't.

I, the youngest son of the Count family, whose only regional origins are correct, and Daniel, the second son of the Baron family, who has no territory. Being childhood friendly, we were always together when we realized that we had become a natural and fiancée. I had no doubt about the future we would spend together.

Yes, until the discovery of the reality of a territory where my father, who had partitioned everything all by himself, suddenly died and only so many debts remained as he could not have expected.

It's a common story. It wasn't all bad. My parents and territory were helpful. I was given Walter, and he came to live without financial anxiety. Both this Meeserie mansion and the woods originally belonged to the Count Dustin family... because I was here and I also met Margaret.

And now it's Daniel, not my husband, who's drinking tea with me here... I can't want any more.

"... I wonder if you'd still like me"

"Naturally. Mother and daughter, it's Oyako."

"And you're also Margaret's father, aren't you?

If I joked and told him that I heard that kid's voice, I accidentally put the cup down and took him seriously.

"... Addy. Be a real family."

"Daniel?"

"It may be now, but I knew you were all I had. Am I too proud to want to spend the last few days connecting the hands I couldn't take?

Is it a dream...... a convenient dream. The hand I placed on my rocking chair elbow shook.

"I can't change the past. The Count took you away from me, studying madly in death. Even if I became the head doctor of the Royal Palace, I knew I couldn't change my past. I knew you were suffering under Dustin, and I couldn't even help you."

"Daniel, that's different."

"No, you don't. I shouldn't deny that, even for you. But Addy, not beyond that. I guess I should be content just to be next door like this, but watching those two made me greedy."

Looking at his smiling face as if it were a little troublesome, Daniel, kneeling all the way in front of me, lay that warm hand over his elbow-handed hand. Big hands slightly thick. Back then, hands connected many times. My signpost that always pulled me off...... it was me who shook it off.

"... Daniel. You're not bad."

"Yeah, that's what Addy would say. So, Addy. Will you give me your future? [M] Can you put the time you were supposed to spend back on me?

Summer, winter. I don't want to waste another day with you. "

I want to think of this as a dream, but I am put back into reality with a strong grip on my overlaid hands. No... no,

"You can't be forgiven..."

I've been scorning you and now I am. Years, decades? Me and Daniel, who unilaterally broke up their engagement and entered their late wife, and I've been single all my life. Which is worse than seeing fire. Serious eyes don't distract me.

"Who else do you need forgiveness for?

"Daniel..."

"Or do we have to start by sending orange flowers again?

Oh, I knew this guy would.

"... you taught Mark? Young kids don't know anything today."

"I couldn't accomplish it then, but now I'm catching it like this."

I smiled gently and wrapped my hands gently with both hands, lifting them up gently to show them...... I stopped crying after I got married, but I seemed to weep after I met Margaret.

"I'll give it to you when the flowers bloom. But I can't wait till spring."

Every day, rough hands doing field work and cooking don't really seem aristocratic, no matter how well you take care of them. When I liked that hand, I inserted orange flowers into my hair because I liked my Addy, not my noble Adelaide.

The white flowers of that day are blooming in me without withering.

"... already, my grandmother"

"Me too, Grandpa."

You're with me, and Daniel's face, laughing, seeped and didn't look good.

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