It was a peaceful night.
Only half the moon is dropping a soft light.
The melodies played by the bugs softly stroke their ears with a soaking sound.
Whisper Mansion, second floor, private room at Solute.
A cool autumn breeze blew in through the open window.
"The last time I swallowed with you, it was just this night."
The present Duke of Roselem - Hydreus Roselem groaned so when he took his mouth off the glass.
"I miss you. I wonder if Alty or Else were still three years old."
It was a friend of decades, Solute Whisp, who snorted.
There have been many times when we have faced each other in court, but it has been a long time since the two of us have siphoned off our liquor alone in this way.
"It's been five years. Everyone at the magic school is completely old and hungry... but you look so beautiful and old."
"Because I'm working out. I don't know when I'm going to be in any more danger than flying around every country."
"That's fine. I try to move my body, too, but I feel really lazy."
"Maybe you should go with someone. … another drink"
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's a recommendation from Count Rajles next door, but I don't know, it tastes pretty good"
"I guess aromatic alcohol is the word we use when this is the case"
Hydreus gently raised the glass and saw the solution watermarked across the pale liquid.
"I guess it's because you're with me. It feels extra delicious."
"Me, too.... Today, you've caused me trouble."
"What, it's not a big deal. Alty's only eight years old, too. You can't fail."
"That would make it easier for you to say that. Still, Hyde, you say a lot of nice things in front of the kids."
"The other way around, the other way around. Only in front of you can it be so crushed. And then... about Leule."
That is the name of my wife who died eight years ago after giving birth to Elstat.
Solute and Hydreus were childhood tamers of the same age, oddly enough preceded their wives in alignment eight years ago. With the same wound, but is it therefore empathy? Until then, the two who were alienated were instantly close.
"Oh, no. How's Thorus doing?"
"You just got the letter. Everything looks like a triangle mud.
Luckily, he hasn't gotten his hands on either one yet. "
Solute has two children.
One, of course, Altilia, and the other, Thorus Whisp, who is her brother. He was currently studying in the Kingdom of Margaroid, a western country that separated the sea.
"Uh, Torus looks better than you did when you were younger. I'm glad it wasn't a square or a pentagon."
"As far as I'm concerned, Thorus is just blunt, hexagonal, heptagonal - I'm wondering if it's true around the Twelve Corners."
"If so, that's a horrible story. The Thorus one, I hope he comes back alive.
What about Alty? She's eight years old. It's time to decide on her fiancée. "
"Even if they say so, there's a very difficult situation."
"If you don't have an opponent, even my Else..."
"That's a nice story. But I'm sure the people in your house won't be convinced."
"It's the same Duke house. The character will match."
"No, I'm not. That's not the problem. What do you think of Alti's magic?
"... I see. I'm sorry, I totally lost it."
Apparently Hydreus immediately guessed.
"A house with a strange talent can be crushed." - Oh, my God. You had a saying. "
A superstition that makes me want to laugh off for relatively "young" aristocrats like Solute and Hydreus, but the old men who hold the real power of each house are stubbornly believing.
"I'm sure Alty will be told a lot ahead of his wife. As a parent, I don't want you to carry that kind of hardship."
"So you're taking even son-in-law adoptions?
"Because we have a splendid heirloom called Towrus. It's hard.
Besides, there's a lot of old people making noise over here. Get it out to my wife. Get it out to my wife, quick.
Extremely, I think it would be happier to even have a romantic marriage while studying as a puppeteer in Ichii.
Ultimately, it depends on Alti. Whatever path you choose, I'm going to give you every hand I can. "