Chapter 722

Chapter 722: Pregnancy Responsibility

Once we get back from the reception room, we now move to Sir Buster’s private room. Sir Buster insisted that he was a personal friend and that he could talk more constructively than his father would ever stare at.

And then shut the door and gently put up an audio junction, before Sir Buster sighed loudly.

“It’s been a pain in the ass”

“… uh?

I can’t swallow the flow very often, so I wait for the conversation to continue. Sir Buster scratched his head galloping behind the rest of his hair, staring at Giroli and us.

“You don’t know why…. It’s Nan speaking from scratch, I just want you to guess without telling everyone…”

“Please don’t be unscrupulous”

“There must be some crazy speculation around the gods of war.”

When I look at Mr. Deane, she shrugs her shoulders.

“It would be strange for me to talk perplexing and speculating when I can explain myself.”

“… my father is in a hurry. You know, I’m not crazy old enough to pick you up whenever you want. Whenever I see you face to face, I’ll get you as much as I can if you’re pregnant.”

When she became a great nobleman, she also treated her daughter-in-law as a pregnant belly. Well, I guess that’s what it is.

“But Buster the Great Knight will be king’s mate, won’t he?

“I told you not to.”

Sir Buster, who immediately dismisses Naris’ inexplicable allegations.

A king’s wife is the queen’s husband. That means marrying the queen.

Thank you. It seems Queen Flair is totally determined by Sir Buster, but he still resists. You don’t like the fact that you’re as old away as your father and daughter, and that you look too much like your first love’s predecessor queen, the other way around.

“So that’s what my predecessors (Eagle) are saying about leaving their kids behind because they’re the right people, no reason to say no?

…………

To Naris’ point, Sir Buster has a sinister face.

… uh, somehow connected.

I will not marry the queen. But if I take my wife to escape, the queen will grieve. I don’t even want to see that so I can’t have a cluttered dowry.

That’s what Sir Buster’s lack of simmering is against the backdrop of the plot to imprison Tess this time.

“If it’s not me, Tess can make a inheritance. Tess came back where she was saying that… because she didn’t tell her father about the female slaves. Beautifully mistaken that Tess just said she was going to quit the army, early on with what her filial daughter would thoroughly do for the Marquis family. If my father is suspicious that Tess is about to leave again, then at the worst possible time Tess will declare her pregnant again. Then I’m desperate to forgive my father every day. When they say you’re the dragon riders, they don’t know what’s gonna happen if they plan to take out every baby teeth. I was desperate to pull out a concession while I lay low, and where I dropped it, I was named.”

… Ah, uh.

Well, Sir Buster wouldn’t want to fight with us if he could. I don’t care what you think.

That’s why he was rather desperate for my predecessors… so?

Sir Buster himself reluctantly sends out Tetes. Has the rumor changed the story?

“… So, what about Tetes?

“I’m putting it underground. I don’t care if they get away with it. I’m putting it in a toco with all sorts of magic tricks.”

…… I don’t trust Tetes.

No, well, the same magical genius, maybe I can say I’m trusted in a way as a challenger with no choice of means.

Exactly, he couldn’t break through Sir Buster’s pile of tricks and escape, and Tetes was making a big deal out of the locked up room.

“Your husband!

“Let’s not call it that in front of your family.”

I take Tess, who rushes over. It’s smaller and lighter than Sharon’s, so it’s just not very nice.

“Is it true you’re pregnant?

When Mr. Deane asked Tess, who was pleased to reunite, Tess solidified with a half laugh.

… You didn’t.

Yeah. I thought that would happen.

“I thought that would happen”

When Naris says on behalf of everyone, Almeida and Sharon nod yeah too. Great trust.

And Lord Buster makes me sigh grandly.

“Because of your hatchet, I think my father was delighted with how little.”

“Shit, when you hear that I’m pregnant with someone I don’t know, I guess I’ll throw them out normally…”

“Ha…”

And Sir Buster acted like he was going to fly a decopin.

“Up.”

Tess actually turns her head upside down.

… Original spelling? Maybe a directional shockwave like the Great Knight of Lister. I can’t judge one of them.

Sir Buster opened his mouth again, with a clear face.

“Can you imagine how angry my father would be the day he found out it was a lie, relieved by bad hope”

“… well, still, if your husband…”

“Are you going to sprinkle the spark irresponsibly and run away?

“Ugh.”

Being the former Marquis, the influence would not be small even if he had already left the line.

It may be better than fighting with Sir Buster himself, but it still makes it worse to fold with Renfangas as a whole.

So if you run into me… is that honestly forgivable from what Tess has done so far: “For the Kingdom of Lenfangus”? That’s just a lot of pain.

“You pretend you’re thinking things, you don’t think anything right away, you rely on little hands, or you show off your trump cards as soon as you’re cornered… don’t be too shallow”

“… Ugh”

I can’t argue with Sir Buster’s zubble and the graffiti he cuts and throws away. Tess.

But, well, you do, don’t you?

“Anyway, I’ll have the blame taken. All this time, I’m limited to following.”

“It’s just this time.”

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“I’m also going to be a politician to some extent. Most stories in the country are going to be screwed over with power. but only my father can do anything if he really rumbles out. The good news is, if you get involved and make a scene all over the country, you can’t put out the fire in time.”

Is that Lord Buster also vulnerable to his parents? No, only because he’s a father who can use that Sir Buster’s ground just like him.

I wonder how many people are responsible for him, even if they don’t have the force of the Gold Arm. Besides, if Sir Buster is out of the way and can aim at his feet, I’m sure he’s a good political opponent.

It can turn such predecessors into enemies, so it can be mayhem by some things. I finally got the whole story.

Sir Buster mumbles a little as he bites down the bitter worm’s face, but pointing resolutely at Tetes and saying away.

“… the respite is six months. No more delusion.”

“… Yes?

“Within six months, make a lie real. I hate to say this either, but it’s a seed I sowed myself. Can you do that?”

… Me and Tess looking at each other.

Uh.

“I mean… actually told me to get pregnant”

“Is there another way? It was a mistake. But when I said I was pregnant and it flowed, my dad wouldn’t let Tess go anymore. On the contrary, I’ll do enough to force you to connect with the appropriately bloody black arm and imprison you here until you get well pregnant this time.”

“… or radical”

“That’s what the aristocratic home situation justifies. If you’re happy with that, fine.”

“Wouldn’t you like to!

Tess gives me a hug and a pointy mouth.

Mr. Deane and Naris, Sharon, Almeida, and Sir Baster sighed soundingly together.

The next day, Polka returns.

“That’s why! I, Tess Marley, am going to be in full pregnancy slave mode starting today!

Bishi, and Tess, who at the Smythson family raises her hand vigorously, declares. Naked except collar.

“We have to get pregnant within six months, in the direction of giving you one shot every day as much as possible!

The assembled female slaves looked at each other and bewildered. I can’t help but protest because of the circumstances, or cheat for a reason.

In the meantime.

“I have to get pregnant as soon as I can.”

Almeida advances in and out with a very serial face.

Look at that. Sharon claims herself, too.

“I also have to show my brother the child I had in this womb as soon as possible, which involves the protection of Lenfangus”

And the pressure on the leftover form of Naris, for some reason, from the three of us.

“What? What… No, I don’t want any kids, do I? What kind of flow makes me look like I’m mixed up?”

“Naris, read the air.”

“Why don’t you give up now, Naris?”

“It’s easier if you admit it.”

“No, no, no, no. I know what happened to you guys, but could you not really try to get involved!? I usually get tired of contraceptive etching sometimes, so that’s enough!

… and in the shadow of these noises, the entry of the three Liners and Lyda was plainly “Ah, yes” and flushed by most of the female slaves.

No, wait. Sure, Leila, Corti and Lleda had some signs that I’d take care of them, but don’t go through with that in a straight face.

It’s not weird to be a pretty fussy member, is it? Especially Shario.

And although I sued you.

“I was listening, and I thought Mr. Andy would bring him in one of these days.”

“Hmm.”

We all nodded at the two words holding the baby, and then we got into the argument that each of the Tetes would not enter the bee maker group either.

… No, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

(cont ‘d)