As early as July 20 by handing over business to his successor, Kranski, and greeting each location.
I had to get rid of the accumulated work... and instead of working with the momentum my successor was surprisingly brilliant and delaying my affairs, they even got rid of the work I had skipped at the time I called it information-gathering. I mean, I'm free. Like happy sad. Like sorry.
Because of that, I had nothing more to do, and I just had to roll around the embassy, but Brigadier General Sternback saw me like that.
"Out of the way. You can rest until the 22nd."
I was told, so fortunately, I decided to skip everything I could.
Well, you can't really skip it. Even if I say that the handover of work is over, that is only intraembassy work. Mr. Fine and the others are not finished yet.
That's why, as usual, I waited for the person while drinking coffee at the coffee shop Lily. Of, but it's slower than usual. I don't know, Mr. Feene showed up within half an hour, but this time he didn't come after an hour.
Am I busy? Is that true? Even she'll have one or two plans. Maybe the guy around here is dictating to me and even landebooking me.
When I wondered if I would take a tour if I hadn't waited for the next 10 minutes, someone finally showed up in front of me.
"Excuse me, seats."
Sit on your own without my saying no, and order on your own. The clerk naturally adds the order to my accounting slip. No, no, no. You're not gonna tell me to make you pay.
"Because my daughter said the baked treats in this store were delicious. I was just wondering if I could come."
And so this time our guest is Count Roman von Linz, Mr. Feene's father.
Count Linz is tongue-in-cheek on the shortcake he's been transported to. Hmm. That's an amazing picture. It's not on the level that a cake doesn't suit the Count.
That doesn't matter.
"Is it okay if I'm a ministerial clerk and the chairman of a committee of inquiry is selling oil here?
"It's okay. My men are excellent."
Good for you. So, why are you here? I can't believe I'm really here for sweets.
You felt my question like that, Count Linz answers as he drinks tea. The Counts of Linz are tea pies with all their parents and children.
"We don't have much time, so let's just say it briefly. Waresa, aren't you going to be one of my men?
"No, sir."
I answer instantly without getting my hair in.
"I'm your boss, aren't I?
"I'm not dissatisfied, but it's only natural to take a princess if asked if she's the Count or the Princess"
"Clear and good"
You complimented me. You must have been half joking, half serious, to observe from the tone. but the next Count Linz word to be uttered was 30% joking, 70% serious.
"So what if I say, 'I'll do Fine to my wife'?
"... Yes?
Oh, what's that supposed to mean?
"If you marry Fine, you will be the husband of the Countess. If I ask His Majesty the Emperor, he may give it to me if it is about the imperial Viscount. I don't think this is a bad story for you, though?
"... may the Silesians take the title?
"Hmm? Are you okay? Because there's no decision that only the Livonians will be awarded a medal. Sure, there's no precedent, but if you were the first non-Livonian nobleman in our country, you could do a good precedent and help solve ethnic problems in the country."
I see. So this suggestion is a win-win for the Empire and for me. What an earl.... but I still have my answer.
"Much appreciated, but I will resign you"
"Why not?
"I don't want to be a nobleman myself, and noble society is a hassle, isn't it? Because I don't like it and want to get into it. And..."
"And?"
"Besides, I don't know Mr. Feene's intentions."
If she comes to me regardless of her will, she dies of guilt. I mean, I can't imagine me and her getting married...
"Will, huh? Certainly I have not confirmed my daughter's will. But still, Fine is three women. Daughters who do not succeed to the title in the aristocratic society become instruments of political marriage. Sooner or later, I will marry her in this house regardless of her intentions. Though I suppose marrying something somewhat intimate would also reduce her burden?
Hmm. That's an honest theory. No, no, no, no. What are you thinking, me, that you should come to me rather than go to a shitty nobleman with a sexual fallacy hobby you certainly don't know... People like that, huh?
"That may be true, but is the Count willing to let Mr. Feene go in the first place?
"... Hmm?
Hmm. I'm just trying to tell you, but apparently it's a hit to see from the reaction.
"Mr. Feene is an excellent person. Don't you think the Count would use that as a political marriage?
Perhaps Mr. Fine is a high-ranking bureaucrat on his own or has a vessel where he can become a high-ranking officer. You can't let a daughter like that out to your wife. If that's enough to do it, the Count better hustle and make a new daughter.
"Huh. You're right. Surely I am not going to do Fine to anyone other than you. So far."
No. Will you also deny the part where you do it to me? Because I have trouble reacting.
"Well, I wonder what's going on. My men can't do it, and Fine can't do it, but I can't help it."
What do you think?
If you mean it, you can also force me into custody and make me listen. Does that mean you're letting my free will be there?
"Do you have any good hands there, young lady?
"What?"
When did the Count speak to the guest who was at the table behind me? That's after what I've seen somewhere.
"Father. What are you talking about?
"Oh, Konkoke, you were close, so you know everything, right?
It was Count Linz's daughter, or Mr. Feene, who was there.
"How long have you been there?
"For about 10 minutes before the captain came to this store."
What... so...?
Oh, I mean, were you listening to me earlier? All of it? All of it? No, I'm not on the level of embarrassment...
"Apparently, I've been flabbergasted by the Captain."
Mr. Feene is having a conversation while holding a cup that would have tea in it. I can't see the look on her face right now because she keeps her back on me.
"Uh, no, that's different..."
"Oh, is the captain dictating me?
"Uh, no, but I don't know, uh... ha, forget it"
I gave up. I don't care anymore. I'm leaving now. Leave the accounting slip. Today is the Count's luxury!
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A few minutes after Yuzef left Lilium, his father and daughter continued to consume just the tea in front of them without moving their seats.
"What does Fine think of Waresa?
"I think he's an excellent man. That's right, I'm 16, and I'm just a captain."
"No, I didn't"
"I'm asking you what you think of him as a heterosexual."
The Earl of Linz asked her in a slightly sloppy tone. It's the pinnacle of stupidity as a question for my daughter about his age, but that had nothing to do with him.
"...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Fine tried to say the word untouched, but the effort did not go through with her father.
"Huh. Right. By the way, Fine."
"What is it?
When Count Linz stands up, he tells his daughter off, taking Yuzef and his own accounting slip, as well as Fine's.
"How long have you been enjoying the taste of empty tea?
…………
The Earl of Linz left the store after saying what he had to say.
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Fine, who was left alone, asked the clerk to replace the tea.
And the clerk who brought the tea saw her with a bright red face.