Everyone expected to resume the conversation when they saw that Mary and the others were back.
But only Mary wasn't willing to let the conversation resume. Rather than, this story is a parallel line no matter how long we discuss it.
Froul takes for granted the current situation where there is a difference between rich and poor by birth.
I have no malice or other intentions there, nor any vile idea of fattening my own personal belly. It would take a considerable amount of time for him to withdraw his thoughts, because he had come to that conclusion by multiplying his previous life by more than twice as much as Mary's.
I'm not willing to do that.
It's not our job to wake up Froul on purpose.
That's what Mary thought, confirming, "You haven't changed the idea that birth is everything," as she changed. Froul snorts deeply.
On the wrinkled, carved face, dark eyes that are old but still not in a hurry. I can see that I'm not even thinking about giving in and, rather, the need to give in.
Everyone felt the stubbornness of his thoughts and made his expression sinister. But only Mary smiled at Froul.
"Good. I wondered what I would do if my remarks were withdrawn over this period. Then pull your hands off this territory immediately."
"... what does that mean?
"Oh, I don't think you need an explanation. Because I'm Mary Albert. You know how many Alberts there are, don't you?
Mary smiles gently and tells her.
Froul's eyes wobbled. The engraved wrinkles deepen, staring at Mary in surprise. Even the hostility towards this one began to drift due to its more piercing appearance.
An old man, who should be small, looks big to Mary now.
But don't cower here now. That's what Mary thought, exhaling slowly.
No matter how long Froul lived, its weight and majesty, it's trivial from Mary's point of view.
If you look at Alicia on the side with Chira, she stares at Froul with grandeur. I have nothing to say, because I entrust everything to Mary.
This one bears the name of a famous house, and receives the direct life of a princess.
You can't break it. No, there's no way I can break it.
But Froul also seemed unwilling to give way easily, slowly opening his mouth as he drowned a quiet hostility.
"How much of the Albert family, though, does it not mean that it is too tyrannical for nobles in other countries to speak"
"Princess Alicia agrees with this idea. And Lord Guidus, the head of the Eldland family. And..."
Saying, Mary took a single letter out of her jacket's inner pocket.
Give it to Frowl so he can slide it over the table and the wrinkled thin hand will receive it... and he opened his eyes.
The wrinkles are carved and the face that makes you feel old is quite powerful, and everyone gets a little giddy. In the meantime, only Mary laughed gracefully and showed it.
There's no reason for Froul to be surprised.
Anyway, that letter...,
"I see you've already talked to the upper management of Silvino"
To Froul's words, who checked inside, Mary only replied, pretending to be calm and saying, "Yeah."
The indoors are confused about what the hell is going on. "That family crest..." grumbled Guidus when he saw the letter at Froul's disposal. That's just the neighboring country, apparently noticed the sealed wax family crest.
That is the royal family crest that unites Silvino.
But even if I do, I don't see why Mary is holding a letter from the royal family. Guidus turns his gaze to Mary with no surprise or doubt.
To his gaze as he asks, Mary puts her grand chest up,
"It's a loot from WWI!
I answered.
Sin, and the indoor quiets back again.
Mary coughed up with Cohon saying this was gone. Until I told you the truth, apparently I didn't fit in on this occasion. I've broken the air out of my mind.
That's why I went back to "so" to revisit it and turned to Froul. The surroundings imitate it, and gaze toward Froul and the letter at his disposal.
"I'd like to make it easier for you, but if you really want to, it's not a problem for a country."
I dare you to say, 'I'll just talk about it here,' because if things get bigger, Froul will suffer. Rather, he is the only one who bears more pain than Silvino attached to Mary and the others.
The more problematic territory, the princesses and famous nobles of other countries are suing it. If so, I don't even have to think about which Silvino will cut.
But if you pull quietly now, you'll be able to relax.
I know it's a forceful means, but this is one bet.
"If you say 'birth is everything', you can tell me that you were born in the Albert family... no, you can follow this' birth 'of mine, right?"
Mary tells in a calm voice.
Everyone waits quietly for the next word, and strange tranquility spreads indoors.
It was Froul who broke it. I exhaled deeply once, and slowly lowered my head.
"Yes, sir."
and. Return it in a low and squeamish voice.
Hearing that, Mary rounded her eyes properly. I thought it would be rebutted if it sticked a little more, but Frowl pulled it off lightly.
Instruct the maid who was holding back in the corner of the room and sip the tea with grace. Without a panic, there is no remorseful bareback, and there is no way to offer to withdraw.
This... and Mary looked out for Froul. Addy and Alicia are not the only ones surprised.
You noticed that reaction, Froul, who had his mouth on the teacup, turned his gaze toward Mary and the others.
"What's going on?
"No...... but I thought you listened to me too much. Of course, I appreciate you listening, but do you say surprisingly…"
"I thought it would stick more because it's about my strong lord. Do you mean"
"... To be honest, that's what I thought"
Admitting Froul's point, he nodded deeply once.
This is also a calm attitude again, a penetrating old man. I don't think I can get him to retreat halfway through the threat.
"Until I followed my own ideas."
"You didn't change your mind."
"Yeah, of course. My thoughts remain the same: 'Born is everything'. That is why, as a born lord, we cannot defy those born higher than ourselves."
There is no hesitation in Froul's words, as if to preach them in honesty.
In him there is still the idea that 'birth is everything', and it was not even possible for Mary to break it.
Brilliant, Mary murmured in her heart. This won't even be a complete victory for Mary and the others.
I have no desire to agree with his thoughts, but it is a brilliant word to retreat to keep my faith alive.
Then Mary also looked to him, laying her eyes down and dropping her gaze at hand. Just a little, head down shallow at an angle to the point of nodding.
"Thank you for your decision."
Tell them respectfully, and Alicia and Patrick followed suit.
But I will say thank you, but I will not bow my head as one.
Because Froul thought, "Born is everything," and decided accordingly, he returns that gratitude with a clear difference of position.
There was still no stray in Froul's eyes to see it either, and a small voice arrived in Mary's ear called "The Age..." squealed in a sigh of sigh.