Do you know that basic training for soldiers is synonymous with marching training?
The three months I lived in the barracks I spent practicing for hours every day. That's so strange that I didn't have to throw up blood reflexes anymore every day...
"Hey kid, your eyes are dead."
An unrelenting curse can be put in low from Gunter, who was walking right next door. I instantly remembered that and that during the audition and corrected my posture and consciousness with a momentum that sounded like it was going to sound.
Now that I have withheld my birthday celebration four and a half months later, I am encouraging you to lead the marching practice.
I have a lot of energy because I have to pay attention to both the horse and Raswiwok, and if I distract you at all, the horse could shake me off. What I'm riding right now is not a tiny horse for practice, but a big, uncastrated stallion. It even uses nerves to advance the horse in conjunction with the march of the line.
"You'd better pull some more shoulder strength out. If the horses think you're scared, they'll insult you."
"Yes."
The Earl of Teresia, who was overseeing the march, calls me that in parallel with the horses. Even though Count Teresia's horse was dear, when it came to my horse on it, he shook his head restlessly. I guess I simply don't have enough strength as my rider because I would be in exactly the same condition in exchange for Count Theresia's horse.
I think it's rather lame to tell a six-year-old to manipulate an active military horse.
One of the factors that increased difficulty was having to put out a stop support that was led only by frequent right-turn instructions or left-turn support.
There are escorts on the front and left and right, with a shifting line of 40 soldiers behind them. It's also difficult to timing. As much as I want a marching band.
... Why do you remember such a thing? I don't know because I don't know how memory works.
Reach the desired point, hydrate and then turn back to the Golden Hill Hall.
If we go back and forth three times, the horses and people will all be at the limit of their health, so that the minute the dissolution decree leaves the Count, everyone will collapse and go in, or return to the barracks with a crawling body. Still, the next day, he's gonna come straight up with his spine stretched out, so being a professional soldier is awesome.
"Welcome back"
He is greeted by Kamil, who was out of the soldier's line because he has business to do in the second march advance, and when he dives through the front door of the mansion, he is called out by the Earl of Teresia "to get dressed and come to the reception room".
Interview at this time, … 80% chance of a customer coming to my birthday celebration one step early? Twenty percent is the possibility of visitors coming for the private use of the Earl of Teresia.
Wipe your body quickly as instructed and get down to the receptacle again with your outfit and hairstyle.
We had a wash with water in the room, a hand wipe cloth and clothes ready, so it was good to just move mechanically. The hair was passed through Mrs. Golton and the circlet was put on.
"I made you wait."
"Ya, I think it's just right. 'Cause I just got a paragraph of greeting."
Camill, who was waiting for me in front of the reception, checks my outfit all the way through before knocking on the door. Master Eliza is here, come in, the door finally opens with such a short intercession.
I was attacked by a strange feeling as soon as possible.
It was the old man who looked just like the Earl of Teresia sitting on a bench for guests, as he turned to the Earl of Teresia. The outfit and expression and hairstyle are different, but the face is similar enough to look wrong.
His gaze wandered "Uchi" on his own to look so much like that.
"Marquis, this is Lord Eliza, Viscount of Cardia. Miss Eliza, this is Senior Marquis Lietergau. He's my brother."
The Count introduces the guests in that way. Relatives, I feel unspeakable discomfort in the way I say it. Around this doesn't even look bad, maybe that's what noble brothers are like.
"You'll catch your eye first, Viscount Cardia. My name is Radian Theresia Lietergau."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Marquis Lietergau. This is Eliza Cardia."
Unlike the Earl, who has a harsh (nasty) look all year round, Marquis Lietergau has a likable grin.
─ ─ In that grin, I knew immediately that it contained something terribly cold. My eyes aren't laughing at all. A sharp gaze of observation gradually distinguishes me from the bottom to the top, moving towards the Count as if I had lost interest.
Nevertheless, I did not know that the Marquis Lietergau was the fruitful brother of the Earl of Theresia. Why didn't you let me ask, my right cheek was about to cramp.
Senior Marquis of Lietergau. Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Arksia and prestigious nobility of the civilian, head of the Teresian family. One of the noblemen who was given his name by the king.
... is that brother the Count? A lot of big guys gave it to me about hindsight. Since the Teresians are landlords with eleven branches, they assumed that it was the Teresians or the terminals who would be flown into the country like this.
There are things to be concerned about, such as the fact that the Earl, the Lord's brother, has not established a division, has not given you Mr. even though he is so competent. But there is no such thing as me poking my neck so lightly and prying at each other. Leave me alone, this is all I have to do. In the first place, I had nothing to do with the Teresian family.
Yeah, and I nod one in my heart, and I listen to old Teresian brothers in public. Every conversation is so funny and hilarious that I'm far from bored, but the scary thing about these old nobles is that they don't talk about anything that might be worth it. I didn't feel that the content of the conversation would become my fruit so much that the preconceived notion that the earlier story would be useful seemed to flip beautifully. The art of conversation itself, though, is a lot to learn.
Marquis Lietergau is the brother of the Earl of Theresia, and an astonishing elderly man in this Archsia, but his words and actions are very powerful. Aren't the Arxian upper management letting the old man do his job too much? He said he'd been here for two days from Wang Du, but he'll be home by tomorrow.
I know that the Chancellor is not free, but would it be better to work a little more on his own body to live longer? It would be an extra favor to even take such care of him.
-That night. Marquis Lietergau, like his brother one day, lined up beside me standing at the window.
Starry skies can be seen distorted from windows like stained glass with no color made by connecting thick pieces of glass.
"Wouldn't it be cold, Viscount Cardia"
A sincere unseen voice calls me 'Viscount Cardia', and that's all makes my skin run so tense that it pops.
"I have no problem. I'm only a child, so my temperature is high. If it seems cold, I'll tell the maid to put the fire in."
"I appreciate that. It's cold in the old bones."
While he replies yes, the Marquis of Lietergau does not show the sight of walking away. Does that mean we need to talk? To me, this mere child, that grand aristocrat Marquis Riedelgau?
The tension was communicated without delusion. It's more unnatural to pretend to be natural. If I were to be a six-year-old, I would be as conscious as' Be polite to great adults'.
The Marquis is not trying to turn his gaze this way, but is looking up at the distorted sky outside the window.
"... I wonder what you think nobility is like"
The inquiry was made after a brief silence.
aristocracy. In the life of the previous life, that significance had been lost. It Whatever the cause, I am now threatened by that status and brought to life by that status.
What is aristocracy? Not what to do or how to be, but what it is. That's as much as I'd like to hear.
".................., I don't know"
Though I've thought about it for plenty of ten seconds, words don't come to mind that stick. Because it's like my position is floating in the universe right now. No matter what you say, the ghost of society, there can be no weight in words.
Do you know the word "ignorance"?... you're smart to know that you don't know. Don't let those who don't even know rot. "
Nor can Nong answer his own question, I heard him whining so small.