The Noble Girl Living in Debt

When you return home, you can hear the excitement in the living room.

In the middle, Agnies, her mother Oceane, her sister-in-law Ingrito and her children played on a play board.

Surprisingly, Agnes seems to have won the most so far.

Hector came by Bernard and explained me.

"My mother has to play against Agnes to teach the rules, but she has not been able to win no matter how many times she has been trying," she said.

"I was troubled."

"Yes. I hate my mother."

The match was showing a strange excitement. Each time you move a piece, you hear a loud voice.

Ingrit thinks of a strategy with bloodshot eyes, and Agnes advances the piece in a calm manner as usual. Oceane happily followed the board.

Mary was enthusiastic about her support, but she lost growth on the way to "Fuwa". Agnes notices that.

"Oh, it's already such a time."

"I have to open it soon."

"I'll clean up."

"Thank you, Agnes."

Speaking of that, Ingrit picked up a sleepy Mary.

Oceane took Hector's hand and left the room.

Agnes takes pieces from the board and packs them in a leather case.

In a room alone, Bernard talks with him.

"... surprisingly."

"Is that so?"

"Ah"

She said that the family sometimes played a play board a long time ago.

"When I was a child, my father's work was not so busy yet ..."

"Really"

Bernard feels awkward that he shouldn't hear.

If you're looking for words, your eyes meet with Agnes who raised her face. His expression was bright.

"I had a lot of fun today. I was so happy that I remember playing with my family."

That's what Bernard notices.

It was the first time that the house was lively and lively since I came here.

I lived quietly with my servants for many years, but when I was at my parents' house, my brother was noisy.

Agnes puts her hands on her chest and speaks in her dream.

"I thought it was wonderful to have a family."

Agnes was delighted to say that although she was a fiancee with various guilts, there were also good things.

Bernard sees the situation and somehow tightens her chest.

Suddenly, a sense of mission springs up if I have to create a family for her too.

However, when I thought of going out to the bride, I couldn't say anything more complicated.

Think hard about the reason. And I noticed it easily. The true nature of that feeling.

—This is the feeling of the father who puts his daughter into bride! When.

Our Agnes does not go to other places.

Bernard had decided that such a thought came to mind.

I didn't want to do my wife, and I wanted to protect her.

But that doesn't solve the underlying problem.

I'm worried about what to do.

I've been tossed by unclear emotions the other day.

I didn't know how much I thought, so I decided to talk to Jizil.

◇◇◇

After confirming that Agnes has fallen asleep, call Jizil into my room.

I ordered you to sit in a chair because of consultation.

I was a little nervous because I couldn't even imagine the contents of Jizil because she was more serious than ever before.

"Consultation is--"

Jizil heard Bernard's story to the end, and almost fell off the chair.

"Husband"

"what?"

"The problem is very easy to solve."

Bernard asks you to tell me.

The content that emanated from Jizil's mouth was something he couldn't even imagine.

"It's easy, but I can't say it because my husband doesn't make sense unless you notice it."

"!?"

Resolve misunderstandings, just in case, to avoid thinking in a different direction.

"My husband's feelings of his father who does not want to give his daughter to his wife are misunderstood."

"What, then what?"

"Please put your hands on your heart and think carefully."

"What?"

"It's a special feeling. Only one thing in the world feels precious."

Bernard had a question mark floating on the top of his head.

"I just wanted to watch over slowly, but my husband was too dull ..."

"Well, why do you know me, I don't know who I am !?"

Jizil easily senses what he couldn't put into words because of his turmoil and replies.

"I know my husband since the day I was born. I won't miss any small changes."

"Now!"

The advice did not end here.

Jizil will provide information on Agnes.

"I have to say, the fiance role is awkward, because ordinary people will not do it."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I usually refuse to sleep on a bed together.

From there, I want her feelings to be read.

Speaking of the dull Bernard, there were some clauses that came to mind about her special feelings.

"Be aware quickly. Then be masculine and make a decision. It would be awkward for Agnes to lie to Osanne and Ingrito."

"That's what he said."

"There are various types of special feelings that care for someone."

"!"

Bernard suddenly feels like he's getting hungry, but his identity is getting fine.

I thanked Jizil and let him go down.

I haven't thought out yet.

Anyway, today I'm tired, so I head to my bedroom to take a rest.

But before reaching the bed, Bernard collapsed from his knees.

"--Is it being tried!"

The reason was that the curtain, which would have divided the bed, was pulled by Miel's mischief and dropped on a futon.

I see Agnès's defenseless sleeping on her back.

Miel was sitting on the dropped curtain.

If the eyes meet, it will bang.

"No, not me!"

Bernard stood on the futon and tried to attach the curtain, but could not attach it because he did not understand the structure.

Miel, who misunderstands that she will play, also interferes with her work.

"--Fuck!"

After all, Bernard gave up and went to sleep.

Since Agnes is reflected at the edge of the field of view, I will sleep with my sword in my chest to unite my spirit.

When I lay down, I remembered what happened this morning-I thought she was Miel and grabbed Agnes' chest.

"~~~!"

Bernard makes an effort to sleep, screaming without a voice.

While listening to the sound heard from the sheets every time the Agnes moves, he will hug the sword in his chest tightly and close his eyelids tightly.

◇◇◇

In the morning, Bernard woke up on a carpet.

The sword is firmly held.

I was trembling with delight that I managed to get over it.

No, it was just shivering in the cold morning.

Get up and scratch your back.

In the place where Bernard was sleeping, Miel was sleeping with her belly up.

"... Why are you?"

Complain about cats that sleep while moving their stomach up and down.

Agnes, who sleeps ahead, regretted that she would have liked not to look.

Opening clothes on a sleeping face like an angel. Neat underwear that glances at.

Bernard muttered that this was hell.