Finished dinner, right away. One portrait was presented to me as I relaxed and gracefully enjoyed my after-dinner tea. When I say portrait, my eyes are almost hidden with dark brown hair, and I don't know my face very well. I got the depressed impression because my posture wasn't very good either. How old are you, like, a young man or something?
When I looked up at my mother, who had offered me this portrait, she laughed like she was in trouble.
"Hey Laura... aren't you going to try a pageant?
I've dropped a hell of a bomb.
"Oops, matchmaking!?
I was about to blow out the tea that was in my mouth, and I suppressed my mouth with my hands aggressively. What, and I managed to drink down, "What are you talking about..." and snapped.
What are you suddenly telling me about the pageant? Sure, Euria in the same village seems to get married, but she's two years older than me. No matter how early you are from a small village, it will be too soon to make out at 15.
My mother, picking up my grunt, softly opens her mouth, frowning at her sorry roots.
"That's right...... before that, do you remember my relative, Uncle Johnny?
Uncle Johnny. That sounds kind of delightful, but honestly I have no idea.
If I leaned my neck without words, my mother deepened her bitter smile and continued her words.
"You don't remember, do you, what was only three times. I'm your father's brother, and he's got a son at Uncle Johnny's who's going to be 18 this year."
Your father's, brother. I mean, uncle for me, right?
He sees me in the past once because of my mother's words, but I can't remember at all trying to dig up memories consciously. Not only about him, but I can barely remember what I remember when I was three anymore.
Nonetheless, they say I have an uncle by the delightful name of Johnny. And he has a son who will be 18 this year.
"That kid... that, wow, sounds like a pull-in idea. My uncles are in a hurry that I won't get a wife like this."
Seems like a drawn-in idea. From that information, I look down on the portrait I was just offered. Is this your uncle Johnny's son? ”Sounds like it," from his long forehead hiding his face.
Honestly, I only have a bad feeling. No, I already knew what my mother was going to say. That you were introduced to one boy like this after asking if you wanted to make a pageant.
"So, the girl close to me... I need to talk to Laura about the pageant..."
"Are you going to go to this man's wife?!?
Ten, eighty-nine, I'm set to talk to you about making out with this boy!
I banged on my desk and stood up.
I'm so sorry about the pageant. I don't like it. I've never seen that, I can't believe it's with nearly four older boys. - Ignore the chilling scratch that that's what a pageant is.
And nevertheless, I hung my eyebrows up kickingly with the intention of never nodding. Then, my mother waves in front of her face many times as she panicked.
"No! Of course I refused to accept such a story, but I was devoured to see if you could at least just talk to the person... Right, I don't like it."
The expression was full of relief. From that look and words, I know that apparently even if I tried it on my mother, this pageant was not the story I wanted, so let's get back to calm.
When I took one breath and then sat back in my seat again, my mother laid her hands on her chest as relieved and breathed heavily.
"I was horrified that Laura clearly hated the story of your meeting. More than your mother, I'm sure there's a father-in-law there."
"Ya..."
The door my mother pointed to - the door that leads to my father's private room - opens slowly. There stood a father with a hard grin. Apparently, across the door, he was listening.
I relieve myself too, knowing that I'm not forced to marry you. Of course not, the boy in this portrait is physiologically impossible, but it is still unpleasant for him to decide on his own to be involved in his life, with all his ignorance.
My father sat in my front seat as I let him swim his gaze at me at first. The look on that brow butt cut down was, to be honest, very pitiful.
"I'm sorry, Laura. My brother takes care of me a lot, so I can't get out of here strong inside... but if you don't like Laura, I'll say no properly."
"I was about to cry about what Laura would do if she went to her daughter-in-law, because she couldn't leave me."
Ugh, a laughing mother and a father who leans at ease. I could tell from my parents' words and deeds that apparently the answer I gave was the optimal solution. I just wanted to say that this is settled.
To the marriage of Euria, to the love bana with Petra, to the pageant.
"Your mother and father want me to get married soon?
To my inquiry, the grin disappeared from my parents' expressions.
can tell that my father exhaled briefly. Apparently you're upset. While I felt guilty that I had destroyed the air that was about to calm down in my own words, I thought that if I were to cast doubt on it from before, now would be the only time.
To be honest, I see no prospect of marriage or romance at all right now. It might be closer to stating that it's not the other way around, that I don't feel like it. As far as I was concerned, I never particularly cared, but of course I had the idea that from my parents, I would still be more relieved to bring in a good person early.
In fact, I've been told that somehow they're going to find out how to get along with Lukersch. That, too, had disappeared completely recently - since I became an apprentice to the King's family of conditioners - but it wasn't like I didn't care at all what my parents thought deep down in my heart.
"... well, that might be nice too"
To my mother's words, though I was ready, my heart pounds with dodginess.
I knew it - and leaned down feeling awkward as I told the story myself, the moment.
"But it's also very nice that Laura is saving so many lives in the king's capital."
My mother's soft voice was dropped.
face up reflexively. I had eyes with a mother with a merciful expression.
"There will be many ways to live. For some people marriage may be happy, and for some people it may be happy to follow a dream. Whatever path you choose, if Laura's happy, your mother will be most happy."
My parents have long shown their understanding of my dreams and have supported me in doing whatever I want. But at the same time, he didn't look very good at the story of being attacked by demons, and it seemed like he was being sued with his eyes without words asking him to come back. So I don't know if I can go on, but I never thought you'd answer my question like this earlier.
There are many ways to live. Mother's words smudge on her chest because she is aware that it is a difficult way of life to recognize, of course, in this world, and in this village.
One breath, my mother continued.
"... of course, apart from that and this, I hope you don't get caught up in anything dangerous"
The words hurt my ears.
When I smiled bitterly and clouded the air on the spot, now my father opened his mouth.
"In this village, I'd really like to talk about getting married and having kids soon. I'm not saying that's a bad thing... but Laura doesn't have to worry about that."
My father shows his teeth and laughs. Apparently, my father agreed with my mother.
As long as I'm happy that my parents are there to affirm a slightly different way of life from others of their own. But it's changed a lot since what I said the last time I went home - and I remember the last time I was told to come back whenever I wanted to - and I care about that part of the blank period how much it inspired me to show a change of heart.
"Truth be told, until recently, I really wanted Laura to get married as soon as possible. But when I got to talk about the pageant, my mother and father were surprised... and I wanted you to marry me, not stay in a safe place so I wouldn't be in danger, but it seemed right."
My mother was embarrassed as she held back the hand she had put together many times.
I see, were you contemplating fulfilling the purpose of wanting me to be in a safe place, by means of my daughter's marriage? That too, unconsciously.
"I still feel the same way, but I got a very polite letter from a guy named Caspel."
It was an unexpected word.
I knew that Mr. Caspel seemed to regret letting me turn to Platonovena. I didn't hear that directly, but I knew it from my own attitude. But I can't believe I was writing to my parents like that.
Mr. Caspel, you could have said a word or so.
"An apology for putting your daughter in danger this time and how hard Laura usually works and people are saved for that hard work"
I was caught in the feeling that my chest could be tightened. I can manage to step on my sight, which is about to seep.
Mr. Caspel is a very good boss. You'll be busy, you'll see us newcomers on a regular basis, and this is how you pay attention to your relatives. If they say that's your boss's role, it sure is. But from my mother's joyfully narrowed eyes, I can see that the letter from Mr. Caspel was never formal, but something that I could feel people's emotions on.
What the hell kind of letter did Mr. Caspel send to his parents? Although I'm kind of embarrassed and honestly can't hear it out.
"I thought I could keep you in the king's capital, not once or twice... but the chef is such a nice job"
- My parents always said they would support my dreams. He hugged me, proud of me for accomplishing my goal. However, there has never been a specific reference to the profession of conditioner.
But the conditioner is not a familiar profession to the people living in the village of Emme. I knew that because the fields I was learning were professional, parents who did not have the knowledge would not have much to say about the position of a chef. I was convinced. But...
I feel like I'm worried all the time. But the cook is not a dangerous job. Indeed, it is on the battlefield that recovery drugs are used primarily. If so, although the concierge may also go to battlefield, it seemed that all the dangerous aspects of it were highlighted among the parents, and so it was.
So.
"... yeah, I do. It's a very rewarding job."
Nice job.
I'm kind of glad the words are more than any kind of support I've ever gotten.
I did start studying as a stepping stone to leaving this village, but now I realized that I could totally like the profession of conditioner itself.