Chapter 411: - 25 "It's Bin Bin!" ③
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"You've got it all wrong. My bing bong is for you too, Cordelia."
"I don't believe it!"
"No, you know, what's this about bing bongs being directed? I mean, can you stop saying 'bing bong' already, can't you think of another word?"
Cordelia, a strong-willed woman with tears in her eyes, makes an appeal, but it is very surreal because the word "bing bing" is included in her words.
The quality is bad because they take it seriously.
Sam is beyond laughing now, and is starting to get scared of people who can say "bing bong" so much.
"It's Cordelia."
"That's enough! Anyway, even if Delight Sinatra is a bimbo, I don't approve!"
Cordelia tried to stand up, saying she was done talking.
"Wait, Cordelia!"
Clyde grabs the second queen's arm and stops her.
Cordelia tried to shake him off emotionally, but Clyde did not let her.
"...... Cordelia, let's talk in the next room, just the two of us. I'm sorry I didn't point my bottle at you. But I think we need to talk now for Rachel's happiness. Our bing bong can wait."
Clyde then pulls Cordelia by the arm and leads her into an adjoining room, somewhat forcefully.
There is a sound of the door slamming, and the two disappear.
"I don't want to start a fight or something..."
"Sam, you can leave it to His Majesty."
Sam was worried about the couple fighting, and Francis told him not to worry, but seeing Cordelia's emotional attitude, he didn't think he could manage it.
From the next room, I could hear Cordelia yelling something.
I don't know the details, but I was sure that Cordelia was in a rage.
(Wow, I can hear her voice...). (I think this is Clyde's nap room next door, right? Are the walls thin? (Or maybe that's how angry Lady Cordelia is.)
Cordelia's frustration is understandable.
If Clyde spends his evenings only with Francis, it would not be very interesting for the second queen.
Sam is not alone in this. He decided once again to take good care of all his wives.
And then..,
"--Hmm?"
Cordelia's angry voice became quiet.
Sam wondered if Clyde had quieted her down,
"Oh, no, Your Majesty. Even if it's a request from Your Majesty, but, oh no, in such a place, so suddenly, oh no, my daughter, Rachel will hear me!"
(Something started in the next room aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)
Honestly, Sam couldn't believe his ears.
He thought he was hearing voices due to stress, but when he glanced at Delight, he saw a surprised look on his face.
Unfortunately, it was not an auditory hallucination.
Then Cordelia's voice with something glamorous echoed again from the next room.
"I don't think I'm going to change my opinion, even if you do this to me...oh, no, I don't think I'm going to change my opinion. Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."
"I wonder what's going on! Is it a massage?
Sam let out a loud voice to drown out the rather awkwardly charming voice.
I don't want to hear my father-in-law doing this and that with my wife.
（I'm afraid that Francis is smiling, and Rachel is not even a bit upset. What's this, do royalty have a tolerance for this kind of thing? (Are you open!?!!?)
Sam's eyes are black and white at this unimaginable turn of events, and Delight calls out to him fearfully.
"Hey, Sam."
"Yes?"
Delight's expression was dark, and he seemed to be pondering something.
"Suppose, suppose," he said, "that things go well with Lady Rachel. Will you and I become a family?"
"It's nice to be kin to His Majesty, to whom Mr. Delight owes allegiance, isn't it?"
No, that's not the Majesty to whom I owe allegiance. He's just some old man in a bottle wearing His Majesty's skin.
"I'm sure he's just having a good time after being released from the leprosy. You know, you've been through a lot.
"You're going to meet the Demon King, right? Just go get one of them. Your Majesty needs the Demon Lord.
"I can't do it."
I was exchanging words with Delight as if to escape reality,
"I understand, I approve of Rachel's marriage.
(Are you still doing that, old man? I mean, that's a hell of a way to convince people! And, Lady Cordelia lost! I'm married! Is this what you want! Hey, royalty!)
Sam screamed out loudly in his mind as he heard Cordelia's loudest scream.
Delight, too, is not sure what to do at the sound of the second queen's voice, which is beyond glamorous and vulgar.
To Sam and Delight,
"Oh, my God, you're so good, Your Majesty."
"That's your father! You're the one who made the bones of your mother, who was so difficult that she had no one to be her son-in-law!"
Francis claps his hands in admiration, and Rachel looks on,
(I knew there was something weird about royalty...)
Even after all this time, I was convinced that there is something wrong with people who have royal blood in their veins.
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"You've got it all wrong. My bing bong is for you too, Cordelia."
"I don't believe it!"
"No, you know, what's this about bing bongs being directed? I mean, can you stop saying 'bing bong' already, can't you think of another word?"
Cordelia, a strong-willed woman with tears in her eyes, makes an appeal, but it is very surreal because the word "bing bing" is included in her words.
The quality is bad because they take it seriously.
Sam is beyond laughing now, and is starting to get scared of people who can say "bing bong" so much.
"It's Cordelia."
"That's enough! Anyway, even if Delight Sinatra is a bimbo, I don't approve!"
Cordelia tried to stand up, saying she was done talking.
"Wait, Cordelia!"
Clyde grabs the second queen's arm and stops her.
Cordelia tried to shake him off emotionally, but Clyde did not let her.
"...... Cordelia, let's talk in the next room, just the two of us. I'm sorry I didn't point my bottle at you. But I think we need to talk now for Rachel's happiness. Our bing bong can wait."
Clyde then pulls Cordelia by the arm and leads her into an adjoining room, somewhat forcefully.
There is a sound of the door slamming, and the two disappear.
"I don't want to start a fight or something..."
"Sam, you can leave it to His Majesty."
Sam was worried about the couple fighting, and Francis told him not to worry, but seeing Cordelia's emotional attitude, he didn't think he could manage it.
From the next room, I could hear Cordelia yelling something.
I don't know the details, but I was sure that Cordelia was in a rage.
(Wow, I can hear her voice...). (I think this is Clyde's nap room next door, right? Are the walls thin? (Or maybe that's how angry Lady Cordelia is.)
Cordelia's frustration is understandable.
If Clyde spends his evenings only with Francis, it would not be very interesting for the second queen.
Sam is not alone in this. He decided once again to take good care of all his wives.
And then..,
"--Hmm?"
Cordelia's angry voice became quiet.
Sam wondered if Clyde had quieted her down,
"Oh, no, Your Majesty. Even if it's a request from Your Majesty, but, oh no, in such a place, so suddenly, oh no, my daughter, Rachel will hear me!"
(Something started in the next room aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)
Honestly, Sam couldn't believe his ears.
He thought he was hearing voices due to stress, but when he glanced at Delight, he saw a surprised look on his face.
Unfortunately, it was not an auditory hallucination.
Then Cordelia's voice with something glamorous echoed again from the next room.
"I don't think I'm going to change my opinion, even if you do this to me...oh, no, I don't think I'm going to change my opinion. Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."
"I wonder what's going on! Is it a massage?
Sam let out a loud voice to drown out the rather awkwardly charming voice.
I don't want to hear my father-in-law doing this and that with my wife.
（I'm afraid that Francis is smiling, and Rachel is not even a bit upset. What's this, do royalty have a tolerance for this kind of thing? (Are you open!?!!?)
Sam's eyes are black and white at this unimaginable turn of events, and Delight calls out to him fearfully.
"Hey, Sam."
"Yes?"
Delight's expression was dark, and he seemed to be pondering something.
"Suppose, suppose," he said, "that things go well with Lady Rachel. Will you and I become a family?"
"It's nice to be kin to His Majesty, to whom Mr. Delight owes allegiance, isn't it?"
No, that's not the Majesty to whom I owe allegiance. He's just some old man in a bottle wearing His Majesty's skin.
"I'm sure he's just having a good time after being released from the leprosy. You know, you've been through a lot.
"You're going to meet the Demon King, right? Just go get one of them. Your Majesty needs the Demon Lord.
"I can't do it."
I was exchanging words with Delight as if to escape reality,
"I understand, I approve of Rachel's marriage.
(Are you still doing that, old man? I mean, that's a hell of a way to convince people! And, Lady Cordelia lost! I'm married! Is this what you want! Hey, royalty!)
Sam screamed out loudly in his mind as he heard Cordelia's loudest scream.
Delight, too, is not sure what to do at the sound of the second queen's voice, which is beyond glamorous and vulgar.
To Sam and Delight,
"Oh, my God, you're so good, Your Majesty."
"That's your father! You're the one who made the bones of your mother, who was so difficult that she had no one to be her son-in-law!"
Francis claps his hands in admiration, and Rachel looks on,
(I knew there was something weird about royalty...)
Even after all this time, I was convinced that there is something wrong with people who have royal blood in their veins.
"You've got it all wrong. My bing bong is for you too, Cordelia.""I don't believe it!""No, you know, what's this about bing bongs being directed?I mean, can you stop saying 'bing bong' already, can't you think of another word?"Cordelia, a strong-willed woman with tears in her eyes, makes an appeal, but it is very surreal because the word "bing bing" is included in her words.The quality is bad because they take it seriously.Sam is beyond laughing now, and is starting to get scared of people who can say "bing bong" so much."It's Cordelia.""That's enough!Anyway, even if Delight Sinatra is a bimbo, I don't approve!"Cordelia tried to stand up, saying she was done talking."Wait, Cordelia!"Clyde grabs the second queen's arm and stops her.Cordelia tried to shake him off emotionally, but Clyde did not let her."...... Cordelia, let's talk in the next room, just the two of us. I'm sorry I didn't point my bottle at you. But I think we need to talk now for Rachel's happiness. Our bing bong can wait."Clyde then pulls Cordelia by the arm and leads her into an adjoining room, somewhat forcefully.There is a sound of the door slamming, and the two disappear."I don't want to start a fight or something...""Sam, you can leave it to His Majesty."Sam was worried about the couple fighting, and Francis told him not to worry, but seeing Cordelia's emotional attitude, he didn't think he could manage it.From the next room, I could hear Cordelia yelling something.I don't know the details, but I was sure that Cordelia was in a rage.Wow, I can hear her voice.... I think this is Clyde's nap room next door, right?Are the walls thin?Or maybe that's how angry Lady Cordelia is.Cordelia's frustration is understandable.If Clyde spends his evenings only with Francis, it would not be very interesting for the second queen.Sam is not alone in this. He decided once again to take good care of all his wives.And then..,"--Hmm?"Cordelia's angry voice became quiet.Sam wondered if Clyde had quieted her down,"Oh, no, Your Majesty. Even if it's a request from Your Majesty, but, oh no, in such a place, so suddenly, oh no, my daughter, Rachel will hear me!"Something started in the next room aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!Honestly, Sam couldn't believe his ears.He thought he was hearing voices due to stress, but when he glanced at Delight, he saw a surprised look on his face.Unfortunately, it was not an auditory hallucination.Then Cordelia's voice with something glamorous echoed again from the next room."I don't think I'm going to change my opinion, even if you do this to me...oh, no, I don't think I'm going to change my opinion.Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.""I wonder what's going on!Is it a massage?Sam let out a loud voice to drown out the rather awkwardly charming voice.I don't want to hear my father-in-law doing this and that with my wife.I'm afraid that Francis is smiling, and Rachel is not even a bit upset.What's this, do royalty have a tolerance for this kind of thing?Are you open!?!!?Sam's eyes are black and white at this unimaginable turn of events, and Delight calls out to him fearfully."Hey, Sam.""Yes?"Delight's expression was dark, and he seemed to be pondering something."Suppose, suppose," he said, "that things go well with Lady Rachel. Will you and I become a family?""It's nice to be kin to His Majesty, to whom Mr. Delight owes allegiance, isn't it?"No, that's not the Majesty to whom I owe allegiance. He's just some old man in a bottle wearing His Majesty's skin."I'm sure he's just having a good time after being released from the leprosy. You know, you've been through a lot."You're going to meet the Demon King, right?Just go get one of them. Your Majesty needs the Demon Lord."I can't do it."I was exchanging words with Delight as if to escape reality,"I understand, I approve of Rachel's marriage.Are you still doing that, old man?I mean, that's a hell of a way to convince people!And, Lady Cordelia lost!I'm married!Is this what you want!Hey, royalty!Sam screamed out loudly in his mind as he heard Cordelia's loudest scream.Delight, too, is not sure what to do at the sound of the second queen's voice, which is beyond glamorous and vulgar.To Sam and Delight,"Oh, my God, you're so good, Your Majesty.""That's your father!You're the one who made the bones of your mother, who was so difficult that she had no one to be her son-in-law!"Francis claps his hands in admiration, and Rachel looks on,I knew there was something weird about royalty...Even after all this time, I was convinced that there is something wrong with people who have royal blood in their veins.
