Ailet x Terry [Part 1 Complete]

Chapter 3

Episode 3

I looked at the girl with a twinkle in her eye. I was my age and I had pretty brunette hair.......

"Rinse! Ailet, you're dead now when the maid comes!"

“.......”

From the sight of the leazy horseman, he did not seem to be a friend.

Soon a handsome lady of good fortune, supposedly a maid, appeared thumping.

"Eyett! What are you playing with here! Can't you go fast and help with the kitchen work?"

"Yes? Kitchen work? Am I?"

"So who's here besides you, the insectivorous worm that plays and eats?!"

No matter how much kitchen work you do, it's a dish for me that I've been living with frozen lunches and delivery food, even though I've been on the trail.

There was a bigger problem than that.

This body was a child around ten years old. Is this the case with child labor exploitation in this worldview?

Then two more people appeared.

"Maid! The eyelet is too young. Kitchen work is still a stretch for the kid."

"Dad is right. I'd rather work for you. Yes?"

A father and a young son ejaculated on my behalf.

Among them, I noticed that the head on my son's side was the same pink as mine.

"Prinz! You're in class and what are you doing here?! Can't you get back to your seat?"

"Ha, maid!"

"How long will the alchemist be able to pack her daughter? At the age of ten, it was all big. I have to pay for my food!"

"How about our daughter in a hectic and grueling place like the kitchen. . . . If you get hurt fine..."

"Uh-huh, maids are my prerogative. If you keep doing this, I'll tell you!"

Also, that scholarly style handsome man in his 30s and the pink-haired boy seemed to be my family of ice bodies.

'Family...'

It felt awkward and weird somehow.

The blossom-pink boy did not give in even after hearing the rebuke once.

"But eleven-year-old Nellie doesn't work either."

The brunette girl flinched from the side. Knew the name.

"My daughter is different! Nelly is going to educate me as a maiden who doesn't do such a bad thing, but who serves tea, but what if her hands hurt!"

In addition, the stubborn maid seems to have a family relationship.

It was time for me to focus on gathering information.

Nellie, who was elated by my mother's back belly, told me to be heard.

"I'm not crying today. For what? Do you think you were hit on the cheek the other day, and you have tears in your eyes?"

I even had a hand sword, so it was good that the hostile composition was clear.

The maid placed the precipitation.

"Let me take you to the kitchen before sending it to the laundry!"

Boasting an abundance of loafan reading, I knew very well that the laundry room was the hardest place to work.