Chapter 356: Returning to the Lord’s Mansion

A sour alcohol smell drifted. Everyone silent. While stroking Sonia’s back I said,

"Lady Sonia, are you all right?"

At my fingertips I felt Sonia’s brassiere. What a perk of the post this is, in this place with this person, fresh and glad! A little stronger, suuuri suuuri suuuri. Ah. There is a hook in back. I do not know who brought this, but I am grateful to the person who transferred long ago.

While I stroked Sonia seemed to settle and raised her face. She passed the small bucket to Mama. Mama took it quick and passed it to Ann behind her. Ann made a dislike-face for an instant, then returned to a smile at once and disappeared.

"Um, Lady Sonia, what will you do?"

Here I can only leave it to Sonia, but when I asked Sonia half-lidded with a white face said,

"It is all right. We will return to the mansion in my carriage. Uh. Tonight Her Majesty will stay in my room too, so Lord Marie please stay as well..."

She said it looking in pain. The breath she put out smelled. The smell of breath after throwing up.

"Then I will have the carriage prepared."

Mama went toward the entrance.

"Her Majesty is dead drunk so shall I hold her and carry her to the carriage?"

When I said that Sonia made a pained face.

"I ask you. I am a little impossible."

"Yes. My condolences."

"Thank you very mush."

Sonia is strange too.

I took Her Majesty’s head off my knee, switched bodies, and lifted her in a princess carry. Then Her Majesty’s arms wound around my neck. Ara. Does this mean Her Majesty is conscious? Is she fake-sleeping? I looked at her face and she was sleeping. Sleep-breath, suu suu, seeming pleasant? The breath does not smell of drink. Arere. Earlier it smelled. What?

More than that the one who truly needs a hand seems to be Sonia. Sonia put a hand on the sofa, somehow stood, then fluttered and fell face-first onto the sofa. From me the two spheres of her backside could be seen. The line of her underwear bit into her backside clear. Somehow delicious-looking...

Sonia put a hand on the sofa slow and stood. With a dangerous yoro yoro walk she started toward the entrance. I followed behind still holding Her Majesty. The entrance door was open and Mama waited with a smile.

With a motion that the word rolling fits perfectly Sonia went into the carriage and sat, and I went into the carriage still holding Her Majesty. I tried to set Her Majesty on a seat, but force went into Her Majesty’s arms and she would not leave me, so I had no choice but to set her on my knee. Somehow Her Majesty’s backside hit my crotch. When I was carrying her it was not so, and when I sat I can only think Her Majesty pretended to be drunk, moved, and moved so it would hit.

"""Thank you!!"""

Sent off by Mama and the girls’ voices the carriage started. Sonia lying on the seat started crying.

"Uuu... I was not supposed to drink this much. I got carried away and drank. Why, why..."

Sonia still looking in pain. I want to stroke her but I am holding Her Majesty so I can do nothing. Against the side of Her Majesty’s backside my son that was growing hard hit. Knowing that Her Majesty added still more pressure.

At once the carriage arrived at the lord’s mansion.

"Welcome home."

A man’s voice and the door was opened. It would smell quite a bit, but the man who opened the door would have strong professional consciousness. He made no dislike-face. The man who peeked inside turned and called a maid. Of course to carry Sonia. Then a maid came into the carriage, looked at me,

"What about Her Majesty? Shall we carry her?"

she asked, so I said,

"Thank you. But I will carry her."

"Then I ask you. We will carry Lady Sonia."

Without being shaken by the master’s regrettable figure they held Sonia and carried her out. Pros are amazing, I thought impressed, and suddenly thought maybe this is daily. If so it would be a very regrettable lord’s daughter, next lord? I think. Put well, a person overflowing with human taste.

Anyway I followed behind the maid holding Sonia. We passed in front of the hall where the banquet had been and went in deeper. Two men who seemed to be on guard stood in front of a door and those men opened the door for us. From here is it not the inner palace?

"From here is it not forbidden to men?"

When I asked the maid,

"There is no such thing. The Clan Chief’s room is here too."

"Ah. The private rooms of the Clan Chief’s family?"

"That is so."

We went deeper and deeper. There was another door and men stood on both sides and opened the door for us.

The place we arrived was a wide room with two lavish beds set.

"We will have the two change, so could you leave the seat?"

the maid said, so I asked,

"Um, shall I return to the inn?"

Sonia raised her neck.

"You must not... Lord Marie... stay."

she said.

"Then where shall I rest? I am used to camping so any place is fine. Even one chair is fine."

"No... that will not do. In this room, u. In this room, please rest..."

I looked at the maid. The maid had a troubled face too. Yes.

"Then this room is fine, but is it not bad for me to be together with Her Majesty and Lady Sonia?"

"That is no problem. We will wait as well, so we will prepare Lord Marie’s bed now."

"You need not go to the trouble of preparing that."

"No. For us it is very glad. We are glad the one Lady Agnes loves will stay. Ufufufu."

"Hah?"

"We heard the minstrel’s chanting earlier too and forgot our work and shed tears."

The maid looked at me hard. Her eyes glittered. There was a fan here too.

"Louis, do not only talk with Lord Marie. Do your work."

Caution came from another maid.

"Yes. I am sorry. Then Lord Marie, please rest on that bed."

The bed the maid indicated was the window side of three beds lined up. It is night so I cannot see outside, but is that all right? Her Majesty in the middle and the entrance side Sonia, it seems.

A maid different from the earlier maid came.

"Lord Merry, ah, I am sorry. Lord Marie, what about changing? We have prepared it here."

She held out pajamas. I see. Guest pajamas are prepared. A lord’s mansion would normally have staying guests, so this kind of thing is prepared.

"Shall I help?"

the maid asked, but Lily is not here and I can do it alone.

While the maid watched I took off the outer garment and the shirt too. Looking at the pajamas underwear is properly prepared too. Meaning change all of it? But if I change the underwear someone here will wash it. My used underwear. That is bad, I thought, and when I was in only underwear and thought to put on the pajamas,

"Please change that underwear as well. We will wash it here."

At those words I turned and three maids were looking at me hard. Faces a little red, looking glad. Is eat-the-maids-as-you-like still in effect?

"But it is dirty. I wore it one day."

"It is fine. Please do not mind."

"Is that so?"

I also feel how is this development, but I turned my back so the maids could not see my son and pulled the underwear down. Then. At that time a maid came into the room, and in front of that maid’s eyes I displayed my son, beron!!

"My!?"

The maid was surprised. But used to it, maybe. The surprise was only an instant and she became a professional face at once.

"Please do not mind. Please think of me as air."

she said, but those eyes do not leave my son. Because from behind too,

"What a pretty backside!"

"Could you turn this way?"

and such voices could be heard.