Common Sense of a Warrior

"This way."

Placing Father and Lord Romel, I took Lord Louis to the office.

... and then three days.

My lord Louis and I never left the office.

Indoors are me and Lord Louis and the two of us from the convoy.

The four of them were planning an operation for the future based on Lord Louis' information.

About as many maids carrying meals in and out from time to time, the four of them hung indoors the whole time.

So, when the third day was coming to an end......

Me, Lord Louis, and I went back to my father's room in front of the convoy.

I laugh when I see myself in the window.

If you look to the side, there were two lords Louis of Yoreyole and a convoy, just like a mirror.

"... Did you draw a good picture?

"Yes, Father, this is this operation book. Read it for once. If you have any questions on top of that, what do you want?"

"Okay. … Good luck, everyone. I apologize for letting Lord Louis go out with you, too. Rest at home today and come back tomorrow."

"No problem. It's close, so I'm going home. … I'm afraid I can't even say a big hello, but now I'm sorry."

When Lord Louis refused his father's offer, he left the room intact.

Knowing that Louis has a lot of work as an assistant to Lord Romel, my father and I will drop him off as he is, without pulling off Lord Louis.

"I don't know if I'm going to work like this today."

His father groaned, blurring as he watched the carriage go away from the window.

"Probably."

I was dropping him off in the same way my father did beside it, and I was responding to my father's whining.

"... really, good luck. Non must also be apprenticed.... Especially since it's starting to rattle my body, I don't think I can imitate it inside."

"I learned a lot, too."

Saying so, I walk away from the window and sit on the sofa for reception.

"Hey, Parks."

"Yes."

"... Romel and Lord Louis have told me... that this case must still be brought to justice."

"I am the next Duke, naturally so am I."

"No, but Parks..."

"I don't know if I'm the only one who can help."

I was giving only pale answers to my reluctant father.

"... right. Your Lord is right. Let's get the curtain down to the Marquis Anderson house. Let's end this with the clans as the final battle."

Father, who said so, laughed slightly.

The grin fitted very well with the word 'bamboo', which I would never normally use to describe him.

"What will Merlis do?

Ask Father like that.

"He's already with the Duke of Almeria. So if you live happily in that house over there...... that's good"

"... right"

And I also agreed with Father's words, but I had a smile that was similar to giving up, but prepared.