643 283, Marcel, Sandra, Soldane

The day after my aunt came. It was a visitor rush in the morning.

What a rarity the first is, Mr. Marcel de Aggiani. Steed, I'm the boy who got your eye on me and played against me, too. Were you two older?

"Hi, Mr. Curse. Thanks for the other day. Sounds like a lot of things went wrong. I missed you.

"It's been a while, Mr. Marcel. I wanted to talk to you, too. By the way, is this about your weird aunt today?

"You want me to call you Marcel. It's cheaper. Yeah, yeah, it's about the weird aunt. I'm here to tell you that it has nothing to do with us.

"Okay, Marcel. You're a Jacobini as much as you want. You used to come to Wangdu, didn't you? What are you doing here?

"You know, that aunt, she was just fishin 'men in Lafort, so Count Donahamana seems pissed off, too. My aunt rebelled against it and ran away.

Is that how you find out?

"I see. Oh, I'll introduce you. Cornelius the Fortune Snake and Camui the Fenrill Wolf. This kid can call you Ko.

"You're adorable. It's Marcel. Nice to meet you."

"Puypuy."

"Gaugau"

"Curse, what about me?

You can't be forgetting about Alec. I just didn't want to introduce you to Marcel because he's cool.

"This is my beloved woman, Alexandrine.

"Nice to meet you. No rumors. It's Marcel de Aggiani. That final goes up on the subject every now and again in the social world.

"It's Alexandrine de Alexandre. I am familiar with Mr Marcel.

From there, tea time while chatting.

That's where Sandra came from.

"Morning. You're a customer when you bring a letter.

"Mr. Sandra, I don't think it's enough to apologize to you for how much. I'm so sorry about my friend.

Yes, it was. Marcel's friend? Around? kidnapped Sandra, right? Sounds like a long time ago.

"That's enough. Because you apologized scatterly, and you apologized.

"Let's have a nice chat about what we've done. What happened to those friends after all?

When you were in the militia, the king said you'd already handled it or something. I wonder how you handled it. I'm not interested.

"All five of you have been forgiven. Mr. Sandra didn't fall into slavery because he wasn't a nobleman. But my parents took the liberty of turning a blind eye to my own safety. He's also gone from Wang Du because of about the payment.

Uh, what did the king say about processing is paying? Can't you go home to the king's capital for the rest of your life?

"Speaking of which, Marcel's sister, Mr. Outanissa. Even when my hand was cut off, it was moving, wasn't it? Do you know what magic that is?

"No, you won't even tell me. I was surprised then. They have amazing sisters for each other, don't they?

"Oh, could Mr. Outanissa be going into Brother Urien's upper harem? Then we're like brothers.

"Looks like I'm going in... I hear the Second Lady's seat is confirmed by Master Titaniana, and he's after the Third Lady's seat..."

Seriously, brother...

Are you going to make a harem out of all those such members...

If that bothers you, you're a member of the throne, right? Are you okay with this?

More visitors there.

Soldane, it's you and Amy.

"Sorry to bother you. Oh, Senior Marcel? I'll see you in a strange place.

"Hey Miss Soldane, Miss Amy. Curse, are you here to see me?

"That's right. My dear Curse, I'm here to see you.

"I'm not.

I know Amy's different.

Then the bickering started again. Amy is rarely seated, and she seems to be talking to Alec somehow.

Plus there's Charlotte. She even came to your sister and she's a wygay girl.

"It's almost lunch, and you're all going to eat, right?

Your sister's idea, but it's a good idea. I haven't had a grandparent or an aunt since this morning. You think everything is a total ascent? Doesn't your uncle have to go?

Well, whatever it is, it's a busy thing. Yet the two men in this house, Gustave, what are you doing?

I noticed on the way, but Marcel's eyes look at your sister. Isn't it the eyes you fall in love with?

Marcel's sister, Outanissa, and possibly Henriette's sister, follow Brother Urien. On top of that, Charlotte, if you follow your sister to Marcel, the human pattern will be messed up. It doesn't really matter to me, I hope.