Continental Hero Senki

"What is Mr. Feene's mother like?

"... what is it from a stick?"

31 January.

Me and Mr. Feene exchanged information on the name "Lily (Lilium)" at the coffee shop in front of the Eastern Continental Imperial Attorney's Office, which we used at some point. Silesia's announcement of a mobilisation decree, at the same time a request from an informal diplomatic community for non-intervention in war, the fact that the princess and the Grand Duke are shouldering each other in an irresistible fashion, etc.

At that time, I was curious and asked Mr. Fine.

"My origins are in eastern Silesia, in the countryside near the Eastern Empire, so I remember the house."

"... don't you worry about your own house before you ask about my house?

"I am. Ever."

I've been worried since blah blah, cadet school. Hiding it under my bed like the two of us are properly farmed, or the wheat was properly fruitful because the temperature was lower than usual this year, or if I haven't broken my body... Oh, no. Does this matter now? Anyway, if I was worried, I didn't have Kiri.

But I was relieved to hear so much from my parents when I took a vacation in Wang Du. He said he was doing surprisingly well. So I was wondering if we could survive this war. I'm not sure, though. I'm doing my best here and now so that I can help at all.

Well, I'm embarrassed about that and I can't talk about it.

"I just asked, you don't have to answer."

"Okay. Then I won't answer."

It was a quick answer. Too early for me to be a pocan.

"... you'd better remember the word" faceless "a little more, wouldn't you?

"I know that word, but there's a difference between what you know and what you can do, like gold powder and wood chips."

When it's important to negotiate or something, try your best to pierce the faceless... rather than say that the nervous, less expressive muscles can cause a strike and become faceless. But I'm not nervous when I talk to Mr. Feene, so I can't pierce your faceless expression.

"If you're going to be a soldier and a commander, you need the skill to make faces."

"I'll do it right."

Probably not.

"Ha...... well fine. Let me tell you."

"Are you the ultimate in faceless (poker face)?

"What are you talking about? It's about my mother."

"Eh. Because just now..."

"I hope you don't answer, do you? I'm lying."

I almost slipped out of my chair. Mr. Feene still gracefully drinks tea without moving a single eyebrow...... but I know because I've seen him here a lot lately. I'm definitely laughing at Guerraggera in my heart. I've never seen her laugh, and I don't know what she laughs at.

It's my luxury today, by the way. Why? It's cheap if you think of it as an information fee......

Mr. Feene quietly put the teacup down and really told me about her mother.

"You know who my mother is, don't you?

"It was Katherine von Kudenhof, daughter of the Marquis Coudenhof, Minister of Foreign Affairs, wasn't it?"

"Correct. You remember very well."

It was the Lord's job as a deputy aide to remember people's names.

"My mother was indeed a marquis, but she was not my eldest son. So it will not come true to succeed the governor of the Marquis of Coudenhoff. So it was like fate to marry a nobleman or an emperor."

"But it was Roman von Linz, who was the Viscount at the time, right?

"Yep. The daughter of the famous Marquis married Viscount Linz, who was still anonymous at the time, and if you think about it normally, it's like an outrage."

My daughter, or son, who will not succeed to the title, will marry a well-known nobleman to create the strongest connection of blood. The aristocrats are putting their lives at risk in using that cone to extend their rights and authority. Sometimes there's blood mixed up and I don't know.

"Well, even if the title is down there, you'll get married, right?

"Of course. A typical example is, for example, a successful business or a commercial aristocracy, or a royal family with its own connections. But at the time, my father was just a Viscount, and as a bureaucrat, he was just an ordinary aristocrat with high abilities there."

"Then why did His Excellency the Marquis, or the Ladyship, go into such outrages?

"It's a simple story. It's a love marriage."

"... oh my goodness"

Love marriage is rare in aristocracy. Political marriage is normal. The market dictates that aristocratic romance is something we do to mistresses and concubines after we get married. Sometimes the person you happen to be in love with is also a useful person for the house.

"What's the opposite voice?

"I'm up. Mostly my grandmother."

"What about the Marquis?

"My father told me that my grandfather and father had had exchanges before, and that they had pre-approved marriage stories."

I see. A high-ranking bureaucrat of boulder dealers. Did you get married after you filled the outer shell properly? Don't give me any room for objection no matter what my grandmother says.

"My grandmother seemed to be looking out for another man at her grandmother. When I heard that, I laughed a little."

"Who is it?

Who the hell is an iron mask like Mr. Feene laughing at?

"Berta Mayer von Romanov-Hermesberger. He is the fifth son of the current emperor of Ostmarc, Ferdinand."

"... Huh?

I can't block my open mouth. I mean, that Marquis chose an anonymous Viscount, not an emperor. That makes my grandmother angry. They'll say it's outrageous!

Now is the time, because Linz's name is known and treated like a hero, but still kicks the emperor's son or normal.

"What does the Marquis think..."

"Come on. Rumor has it my grandfather and His Highness Berta weren't close. The truth is unknown."

Wouldn't this be happier for both sides if it was unknown for the rest of their lives?

Or was the Marquis expecting Roman von Linz to be formed or something? A mystery.

"That's why I was born. I am the youngest of three sons and daughters."

"... you're surprised with your youngest child"

"Really?

"Yep. I hear my youngest son is mine."

"I'm quite a miserable person, aren't I?

I'm sure I can't afford to be luxurious. What a fine youngest.

"So, Katherine von Coudenhof as my mother...... no, how was Katherine von Linz?

"Come on?"

"Come on, what?

"I don't know what a common mother portrait is, so I don't want to rate it."

"I see."

Is that true? It can't be the house of leeway that was common sense at home, what a common thing.

"Well, I didn't even get child abuse. I'm pretty sure you had a certain ability as a mother."

Aren't you afraid to objectively evaluate your own mother so far? Wow, it feels like other human resources. That's what makes her so special.

"Now that we've talked this far, we need to get a price."

"What? Consideration?

"That's right. It's polite to return one piece of information with one piece of information."

"What? I didn't hear that."

'Cause I didn't say so.

Ghosts! Tuli Eye! Fine von Linz!

"Now that the captain has asked eight questions about my mother, I will ask eight questions too. You don't complain, do you?

"Ahai."

I want to be a man who can complain at times like this.

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31 January.

An evacuation recommendation was issued to a rural area when it was located near the eastern border of Silesia. Whatever interception operation the Royal Army would take, the Eastern Territories tried to evacuate non-combatants before doing so because it was inevitable that they would be caught up in the battle.

And to the house in this painting of the countryside, the official responsible for the evacuation of this countryside was explaining the evacuation plan individually.

"Er... is Mr. Waresa the only one? What about your husband or kids?

This house, the raw house of Yuzef Waresa, is a little smaller than average in the village. Because I originally lived with three people, so I didn't think it would expand.

"My husband makes money, and my son is a soldier. So now I'm alone."

The official who heard it gave an indescribable look. If his son is a soldier, he will almost certainly take part in the war that will come, and in some cases his husband will also be conscripted. Because I thought so.

Neither this official has any reason to know that the only child of the Waresa family is an officer and a stationed martial officer.

"... ok. We will now begin evacuation in three days. You can't pile too much in relation to the number of carriages, just the amount you can hold in your hand, please"

The Waresa family cannot be said to be wealthy. For this reason, it was a lot of anxiety to leave most household tools at home. Can we do it well ahead of the evacuation, or will we stay home even when we return after a while? When I came up with it, I couldn't stop.

And most of all, I was worried about my son.

"... it said in my letter that I'm in a foreign country now, but I wonder if I'll come back and fight for it next time"

She doesn't know that her son has already fought in action twice and has survived in any of them. I'm sure there was a lot of content touching the military aircraft, but it was also because Yuzef himself kept it a secret from worrying his parents.

But even if she knew them, it's not hard to imagine that she thought the same thing.

After looking around the house for a while, she started packing. Speak of the farmer's wife. They are all women, and many cannot be carried. So there are limited things to carry.

"... you can't leave this behind."

The first thing Yuzef's mother took was a gift that she couldn't give because she didn't have time after all, trying to give it to Yuzef when she graduated from cadet school.