Sitting on the throne and looking over the large hall with no one is the most calming time.
Emperor Pierre Jeanne Hermeia secretly sighed with his cheek cane on.
"I can't take it anymore. Whatever you do, Rudolf."
"What can I do?
"I can handle it! Your daughter must be the beginning of something......! Ignoring your mother's advice that we should never see each other again, you make a scene and try to bring your son back to the Demon King."
"When they say that, there's no word to give back. Hey, ha-ha"
The Chancellor's laughter echoed blankly.
Pierre goes deep and long, sighing again.
"... why did this happen? The rest is not the vessel of the emperor."
"What do you say? Your Majesty ordered the execution of my daughter and the crusade against demons."
"Let's see. All I can do without you and your mother is be a father."
"... If His Royal Highness does not return to the Demon King, His Majesty's orders will be to break the law. The surrounding countries have been noisy since Lord Claude was returned to the Crown Prince. There are also disturbing movements. I still think it's hard for the Demon King to tell the Emperor."
Think of it, from Cedric's assault on the Duke's Lady, it's a hassle.
I wish I could have wiped it out, but I was given terribly precise evidence, and the only way to defend Cedric's position was to restore Claude's right to inherit the throne as demanded. On the other hand, it was a politically gratifying story that the Duke of Dorthrish warrant made me fiancée to the royal family, the only difficulty being that Claude was the Demon King.
It was also paid off by this amnesia noise, even though I thought everything would work out.
"But, Your Majesty, the Emperor. As the same father, I would like to say that children grow up."
"That would be so. I don't want you to be a child forever."
"Sometimes it was funny because of you. So I'll follow you later."
"What are you saying-"
At last, the two open doors to the ceiling made a heavy noise and opened.
Between the dim thrones, light plunges straight through the door and two shadows stretch out.
Sticky, quiet shoe sounds and the sound of clothing rubbing dragging the floor. The only thing that hurts is my mother. He is grabbed with one hand on his head and dragged with his hips dropped.
"Mother! Claude, what are you doing? Let go of me!
"Pierre! Pierre, please stop this child, it hurts, it hurts!
A mother's body like a girl was thrown down to the throne on the stage. It's like the mess of handling baggage.
Cold sweat flows through the figure of the mother who fell at her feet.
The eyes of both fearful and eager sons are red.
"Eileen has something surprisingly cute to see, Father."
With a gentle smile, the Demon King walks one step at a time towards the throne.
"I want to be properly recognized and married by my family, and I care that my relationships are rare. That's why I wanted to make her wish."
In front of the large staircase for Claude to climb the throne, he stopped his leg.
But if you look sweet, this is it.
"Pierre... Pierre, what are you doing? Call the soldiers! Someone."
The mother's throat whimpered as she tried to scream.
What suddenly appeared next to Claude was a large pillar clock, oddly many parts. Certainly a magic tool my mother cherished.
Softly Claude puts his hand on the magic fixture. It glowed at the same time. A blinded mother shakes her hair and screams at the light bursting from the inside.
"Stop... stop, stop, that's all. Yeah!
But his wish was vain, and his clock was removed from the inside. It splits and burns up and becomes just a pile of ash.
Suddenly, the mother walked in on the spot - but quickly caught her eyes in anger, scratching the marble floor with red painted nails.
"Oh, my goodness...! How dare you, you monster!
"You say terrible things. I can make what you need every day."
So Claude took out in his hand something like a blue candy ball.
A mother changes the color of her eyes, rolls down the stairs, and desperately extends her hand to that blue thing that her son holds.
"Give it to me, give it to me. Quick to the concubine...... quick!
But Claude waved it once and turned it off like a trick.
A screaming mother screams at its feet.
"Hey, what do you want? That girl's life? Withdrawal of the demon crusade order?
"... is, Mother"
Pierre had never seen his mother's face like anything before. That strength, which always behaves with all my things in this world, has no shadow to see.
That brought more shock to Pierre than I could have imagined.
Ringing his throat, looking at his son. No, I didn't think of him as my son anymore.
"Please... please, Claude!
"Your father and aunt seem to need medical attention. Isn't that right?
Ignoring his obsessive mother, Claude put his foot on the first step of the stairs.
"He tried to execute my fiancée and crusade the demons. I just think you're tired of having such a stupid emperor's life. Forget the reason I gave up my right to inherit the throne, and the reason I got it back."
"Oh, my God."
"Slowly cure it. Around the northern enclave, with the Empress, relax. It's okay, I'll call it for the reign ceremony. I'll give you the blue candy balls earlier, so I'd love for you to rush to the celebration."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
"Oh, are you kicking your father and grandmother out of the Imperial Capital?"
asked in a trembling voice.
A smile of beauty that doesn't seem like a person climbs the stairs step by step from the bottom.
"When they say they took it, etc., they put an unwanted hardship on Eileen. Right, after about a year of therapy, what about ceding to the Crown Prince who was acting for the Emperor? Chancellor Dorthrish."
"... I think you're welcome. No, I didn't expect you to mind that much for my daughter."
Rudolph, to you, what?
"His Majesty Emperor Pierre. His Royal Highness Claude has asked His Majesty to take a vacation. … so you say you will swallow this time"
"Swallow," he said.... what the hell is that supposed to mean! Chi, turn to your father!
Claude laughed at her throat and rose to the throne.
"Cedric showed me his worth by vowing that he would lead a life of incarceration in which he would disgruntle me from now on. I think he's a fine half-brother. - But I don't think of you as a father. Me and probably Cedric."
"Nah..."
"Because you're not the father, you're the child of that woman"
That's normal, but I didn't even think about it.
Grab an elbow hanging with a trembling hand. Rudolph lowered his eyes quietly.
"… I may prepare the residence of His Majesty the Emperor"
"Let's let it go. You'll be free in a year."
"I understand. But please, Emperor Claude. Still your father."
Only once, my son blinked. Pierre looks up.
My son, whom I haven't seen up close in a long time, is already taller than I am. He was a father who didn't even know when he overtook him.
"You don't have to sit in that heavy chair anymore. So please be well, Father."
But I know that short word is my son's utmost kindness, that's all he was a father.