Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

"Well, Lyo, is this the peasant move that wears you out? That feels so good."

I am currently giving Irene an eye massage soaking in the hot tub, speaking out that there is a good way to get tired.

"This is called a massage. It is a procedure to rub with your hands to improve blood circulation, relieve dust and get tired. When your wife was used to magic, her eyes seemed to be frightened, gehun, rude, and terrible with her eyes, so I thought your eyes might be tired, and I'm afraid I'm sorry to be rude. Aren't you offended?

"No, it feels very good. Keep going."

I also got permission from Mr. Eileen, so I even went straight to head massage to finish my hot tub of the day.

Wipe Mr. Irene's body with a cloth with Mr. Stella. I'm still the little one, so I'm in charge of the lower body. Nevertheless, I don't think of the child as the body that gave birth to both of them.

Besides, even if they see me naked and wipe my eyelashes with a cloth, I can't move, Mr. Irene, that's just fine. I thought it was a composite factory, but Eileen behaved in a way that she said it was only natural that she should be treated as a person of honor.

The last time I let him wear fluffy clothes like Negrije, Mr. Irene, who had been silent,

"Tomorrow, Liu will help me."

Then he walked out to his own bedroom.

Before I reply, Stella answers yes, and follows Irene.

I tried to follow him in a hurry, too, but Stella told me to take the day off already because it was early tomorrow, so I bowed down to the two of them who were leaving and dropped him off.

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Then he made me look at his wife's work while helping her for a few days, but the job description was little different from the first day. It's just a little bit different what we produce. Every day, he produced a fine variety of things as a composite factory.

It was mainly yarnmaking from cotton that would take time. No matter how hasty it is, I think it is because what comes out is a small thread, so it is difficult to go as luxuriously as building a building.

On the third or so day I accompanied Mr. Eileen, I first encountered another wizard. He was a tired old man with a barren beard. It was bad, and the neighborhood, rough skin, and complexion were terrible.

He was like a wizard who grew mainly crops. Stella told me that Spirit users are better at growing crops, so I leave them to Spirit users on that side.

Apparently your wife will hit a wizard mage. Speaking of which, there were also two wizards who used to come to the village of Galligari, each named after a spiritual user and a magician. I wonder if that means different specialties.

The tired old man, a spiritual user, was talking to his wife about how, thanks to a thousand teeth, he plowed the fields of the peasants faster and more epileptically, plus that there were fewer spirits living in the soil lately and they didn't grow as much as he thought.

His wife, who listened to the story, said something like company training for some black company and kicked ass, but it's the only way to do it, it's the only way to do it or not.

The dead minister was engraved with the face of a tired spiritual user.

About a week after I became Mr. Eileen's small-time user, when I was massaging him in the hot tub as usual, he told me, "Liu will help me tomorrow as well".

As usual, I thought Stella would answer that she did, but she is hesitant.

"I'm afraid, ma'am. As a matter of fact, since I let Liu come to help his wife, Master Alan has become rough again. The other servants were in trouble... Lady Cain said that if we had Liu, we would have grown up... but let's do it."

Alan, you're stretching your wings because your parents aren't close. I'm ashamed of my parents. I'll have to educate you again later.

"Yes, Alan did.... okay. Tomorrow, as always, go back to your sons' quarters. It's just that I have to do something at night. I can't give you that."

"Yes, sir."

Me and Stella held our voices and bowed.

The small room service with your wife also ends today. It was hard.

I heard the maid fell before I was attached to my wife, but she is now back. Looks like it was overworked... black companies are scary.

I was sometimes called a child, and Stella was helping me with what seemed physically difficult. Still tired. Mr. Stella is quite a superwoman, too. That's right.

Even though I was tired and wanted to do something while Stella helped me out, I might have been helped by Alan's shitty gesture. I don't have time to do what I want to do because I follow my busy wife.

But I can't have Alan behaving like that without me. You have to teach them properly as a parent. Um, I'll stick with you properly from tomorrow. Let's do that.