Continental Hero Senki

March 22. On this day, there was a reunion of the inspiring father and daughter (Oyako) at the Palace of Wise Men (Philozov Palettes), built in the heart of the Wang capital Silonsk.

"Emilia ahhhhhhhhh!!"

"Hey, what is it, Father? Suddenly! Oh, you know, it hurts a little!

Franz Silesia, king of the Kingdom of Silesia, embraced the first princess Emilia, the real daughter and only child, without thinking. Emilia wolfed uncommonly at that too sudden event, but Franz keeps screaming without worrying about it.

"I was worried about you! During the Spring War, I went to the front line, and now I intervened in the civil war in my neighboring country to be on the front line again if I thought my next place of call would be safe Krakow! Besides, what does it mean to go without consulting me about it, Emilia!

"Um... well, I'm glad you're about to let me go before I explain..."

Having heard Emilia's badly troubled face and voice, Franz succeeded in restoring calm, and he asked Emilia again with dignity and character as king as he coughed up several times.

"Emilia. I am certainly the only one you have imposed on me as a condition for going to cadet school. But Emilia. You were royal before you were a soldier. I want you to think a little bit about your safety."

"… indeed, I am aware of that. But father, I still wanted to be on the front line as a royalty. We can't just go back to the safe rear and let the people and soldiers carry the danger."

That Emilia's voice color was no different than when she told Franz her intentions six years ago, and no, it was stronger than it was six years ago. Franz understood that her beliefs were still firm, and that it would not waver in the future. Franz was not talented in his tongue enough to prepare words with enough power to bend that belief in front of such a daughter, he just said "well" briefly and did not pursue it any further.

"So, are you used to military work?

"Yep. Thanks to you, I'm a lot used to clerical work and real life. Blessed are our friends... Oh, yeah"

When Emilia uttered the word "friend," she remembered why she had stopped by Wang Capital.

"Father, I have a favor to ask you"

"Hmm? What's up?

It was the first time in six years that Franz had asked for a favor from his daughter. Accompanied by the voice of his daughter, whom he had not heard in a long time, he was going to listen to whatever his daughter had to say.

But her favor was not one, but multiple.

One is a request to attend a reconciliation conference with the Empire in the Spring War. If the Chancellor of the Kingdom, Grand Duke Carol Silesia, attends the meeting, he could take the lead in the meeting. I told him that King Franz's meeting attendance was necessary to seal it.

Franz agreed comfortably on this. Because he himself was originally motivated to attend the harmony meeting, so this was a story that his daughter did not have to ask him to do.

The problem was the second "please". This was a project that even Franz, the parent idiot - no, because he was Franz, the parent idiot - had to be considered.

"I want my friend, Yuzef Waresa, to be given the title of Knight."

Franz knows the person by that name.

A man who went up to the "House of Wise Men" by Emilia's hand after the Laskino War. He is also one of the people my daughter trusts most, and Franz himself has intervened in HR expecting his arm. The HR is certain to have succeeded and achieved merit, and to reward it, it was certainly a possible story to speak of an episcopal.

of, but Franz hesitated to recite at this time. The reason is clear, because I was concerned about the condition of my daughter when she uttered the name "Yuzef Waresa". Did Emilia also wonder about her father's movements at that time: "What do you think?," Franz answered his daughter's question while troubled.

"... Emilia. What's a boy named Waresa like to Emilia?

"Valued friend...... no, he's my best friend"

"Is that all?

"That's all."

Emilia answered clearly. In a tone that makes me more assertive that there can't be anything else. That's all Franz could have guessed. And I could also understand that my daughter was caught between the duties she imposed on herself and the emotions she had. As Franz, I need to make sure my daughter gives that priority.

"Actually, Emilia. I need to talk to you."

---

March 24. One of the two brothers and sisters was interested in a chat in the office of the Governor of the Governor-General's Office of the Duke of Krakowski.

"So when is Maya getting married?

Maya's real brother, or Vitort Krakowski, Viceroy of the Duke of Krakowski, said that abruptly with his mouth full of intermittent food and coffee carried by the Kingsamurai (maid). Naturally, Maya asked the opposite question, leaning her neck in wonder.

"What's wrong with the stick, brother?"

"No, I remembered. Maya, how old are you this year?

"You don't ask a lady how old she is."

"... Sook... woman?

"Wonder if you wouldn't question me there"

Maya replied "It's 24" without lying or falsehood as she said so and sighed. Vitort nods again and again as if he remembered hearing it, and says:

"The childbirth age is in the 20s. So, you're 24 now. Just fine, don't you think?

"Even in front of 40, I can have children. Someone from the brother of the current emperor of the Ostmarc Empire was born when his mother was 39. Exactly 40 years ago, but 30. I think we can still maintain our pedigree in marriage there."

"That's true..."

In response to Vitort, who tries to argue, Maya adds that a bunch of paperwork is urged to resume his clerical duties at the desk as well as "to it,"

"My lord Emilia doesn't even talk about a specific engagement. Yet I cannot marry you, my lord."

I said and tried to seal my brother's mouth. But his brother had anticipated the words, and he quickly cleaned up his meal and tried to argue with the paperwork.

"What about it, Maya? It's still an inside story, but I hear His Highness Emilia has come to talk about the fringe."

Maya unexpectedly opened her eyes and shouted "Is it true" quite loudly.

"Calm down. I told you we were still talking inside. This is what I heard from my aristocratic school contemporaries in the palace ministry. I'm talking about Emilia being brought in by the royal nobles of Ostmarc and Chawenburg, as well as by the nobles of the country. Since the palace ministry is still at the stage of questioning the royal lineage and His Majesty the King's permission, it is long before the story is brought before His Highness."

…………

Vitort intended to say that with the intention of calming Maya down, but her confusion seemed to have been overwhelming. Maya didn't make it slight, didn't blink a single thing, just rebuffed her brother's words over and over in her brain.

"Maya?"

"... ah, ah. No, it's nothing. Brother."

"Really? Well, fine. That's what I mean, and my husband doesn't care about this anymore. It's time for you to think seriously about marriage. My father and I, maybe my brother, are going to respect your feelings, so if there's a man you care about, just tell me."

"... Yes, no, not now"

There was no lie or falsehood in this word of Maya. But Emilia's story was too shocking for words to come out well. Having heard its various tones, Vitort gave a somewhat misguided interpretation.

"Hmm? I was wondering if that young military counselor's kid would be good, but no."

Maya was able to calm down to those words, which seemed so stupid.

"No way. He's a good friend, but nothing else. Before you do that, brother, why don't you think about yourself first before you think about your sister's marriage? You know, your brother's been a stranger to women's minds for a long time, so you wouldn't have that kind of person, would you?

"... well. Well, if you're a man, it's okay to go over 40."

"You say that and you stay single even when you're 60. Why don't I take a look around?

"He said he wasn't here."

With that conversation, gradually these two resumed their original work. The Duke's Land, with its continued economic growth, gave no time for brothers and sisters to speak slowly, let alone marry.

It was that evening that Yuzef Waresa, the Duke of Krakowski's Territorial Military Counsellor, received a document that would be "Special Notes on the Exchange of Prisoners for the Treaty of Reconciliation of the Spring War".