Lazy Cat Angel Translations

Become a Patron!   Good Evening, Mr. Wolf 5   By the time I realized it, it was already morning. I quickly realized that this was not the room dedicated to Aria because the furniture was arranged differently.   Looking up at the ceiling, I was wondering what happened. I unconsciously put my hands together on m lower abdomen because it undoubtedly complained of tingling and pain.     "Aria ... has it happened?"     Slightly called, I finally realized that I was not alone. When I lay down and turned my face to the side, my eyes matched the golden eyes that seemed to cry.     "Siegfried ..."   "Aria sorry. Sorry."   "What is "sorry"?"   "I didn't want you to hurt, I said ..."   "I want to ..."     I wonder when I had such a conversation. The lower abdomen, with both hands attached, had a slight fever.     "My stomach is……"   "Stomach hurts?"   "I'm hungry……"   "What?"   &q

Support me on Patreon  for Advanced Chapters ! Be warned that this was MTLed and then polished to a comprehensible state. Content may not be the same as the original but the context and the original meaning are kept (hopefully) the same. Enjoy~ 　 Visibility turns around. Literally, the surrounding scenery is changing rapidly, not just as an analogy. I noticed it for the first time. I'm repeating the transition with Corse ll a now. "Co rs e ll a, where are we going  ...?!" Without seeing the faces of those who lie on the floor, they fly to the next place. Corse ll a flies again by stepping on the debris of the castle gate that has lost its profoundness. I had a stinging headache and stinging skin. 　 ---Cold. It looks like she was dressed up and was thrown out to the cold region. I was keenly aware of how powerful the space between the throne was. The hall is where power gathers, and the front of the throne where the bed was

Become a Patron!   Good Evening, Mr. Wolf 4   It was much later than planned, but as Siegfried said, we arrived in the next town before sunset. It is a small town away from the royal capital. It doesn't mean that there is such a good inn. Still, the reason why the relatively beautiful room was addressed was probably because Aria was once the "princess" of this country.   Aria, who borrowed a hot spring bath tool to clean up on her journey, stopped trying to pass her sleeve through her underwear. After a little thought, he threw the underwear on the bed and quickly put on a simple dress.     I wanted to apologize again today as much as possible because they were troubled by saying that I wanted to ride a horse and when we arrived at the inn late. Everyone talks to me and says, "You don't have to worry about it."   Tomorrow, we will finally cross the border. I wanted to tell Siegfried that I wouldn't tell him anymore, because she was supposed to ride in th