"Hey, long time no see, Viscount Cardia. Thanks for coming today."
"Welcome and thank you very much for inviting us today, Lord Mordon"
As he struggles badly with the kingdom-style dress he first wore, he accompanies Claudia in her samurai to greet the host of the night club seat. Standing behind the big dining room, the beautiful border uncle, who became familiar with me last year, has spoken out in a fragile manner, to admit my appearance.
"You're wearing a dress this time. It looks good on me. Rin and preferred the knight's costume, but it will be your strength to be able to impress at times with a feminine appearance"
Mordon Borderline Uncle calmly yes. I commend my dress appearance. Sometimes it had been a knight's costume before when I went out into the official setting, and I felt that the gaze of the nobles in the venue did concentrate in conjunction with the topicality.
"If that's what you think it is, it's above all."
"I don't feel bad about it. It's not an insult, it's a sign of trust."
Its silver hair shakes small as he laughs happily. I was relieved that you could read this intent without misunderstanding.
"Today, what happened to Count Teresia?
"That seems to have made me feel a little ill... I said I was just tired."
In addition to his work in the realm, he continued to socialize day after day, and his two-day carriage trip to a halt seemed to endure old age in boulders.
Obviously, I'm aware that I'm letting him work too much, but at any rate, there's still a lot of work he can do. The time had passed for the decision to increase manpower, and it would have been if it had become time to decide who to take in as manpower.
Uncle Mordon's Borderline looked back at the table behind him and drew two glasses of wine. Pour a liquid from a separate bottle there that resembles a white wine.
When I received the cup offered, I found out that my share was apparently apple juice. Unexpectedly looking up, Uncle Borderline made him smile elegantly. It was the first time in a mountainous invitation that a beverage had been deliberately prepared for children - that is, for me only.
He's still a strange person, I think. Just because you're a kid your age, you treat me with prejudice rather than kindness, Cardia's daughter.
The shadow of notoriety left by my father and my family is still thick. Because they were rebels, and they were foul of nobility.
It cannot be heard to stand out because of the House of Lords' decision, but there must be a nobility that is only in tune with the Northern nobility in its heart.
We gently hoisted each other's cups before including the first bite. Refreshing but intense sweetness and slight acidity remind me that I often drank apple juice in my previous life.
Uncle Mordon pulled a chair for me and Claudia, and he had Claudia's drink ready for the service he was holding back on the side.
It's still a little early for dinner time, but snacks are lined up. It serves as a resting place for those who dance in the hall.
It would be rude to say no if you were recommended to take a seat immediately. Me and Claudia sat down, trying to face Uncle Borderline.
"... if you say so, I haven't seen your squire lately."
I suppose you remember when we met a couple of times before at other house ceremonies. Borderline uncle lets Claudia glide her gaze for a moment before cutting out so.
They're asking about Camille.
The moment I think so, Kamil's appearance of blood wet passes behind my eyelids.
The sound of Claudia putting the cup on the table next door was small, but clearly heard. The beautiful and perfect smile of Mordon Borderline Uncle scratches away in an instant.
"Death in battle in Yugfena."
My voice nearly trembled, and when I pressed it in, it became a terribly terminal word. My lips fought a little.
"It's..."
Perhaps they read this emotion accurately. Uncle Borderline's voice is painful and confusing.
"... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I heard something bad."
It was a simple word and a voice that fully conveyed what I felt sorry for. At the end of his laid-back gaze, he's probably overlapping me and his son.
Lift the cup at hand and slide a bite down your throat. He had a dry throat at at some point, followed by two, three bites and swallowing.
Suddenly, sympathy grew in the opposite direction towards the borderline uncle. Will he continue to be so heartbroken by his own son and all his children of near age? If so, what a pitiful life to live.
"May his good soul obtain the mouth of Missorua"
"... thank you"
Uncle Borderline quietly lifts the cup. He prayed for the peace of his soul for my squire, who had never exchanged words for a little while.
He looked out the window without words in the carriage on his way home.
In my hand is baked sweets wrapped in decorative paper. It was what Uncle Mordon Borderline made me have as a souvenir.
"... Is the exchange of nobles common in cryptography and secrets?
"Really?
"No......, nothing"
Again, in response to an unexpected query, he speaks to Claudia, who responds with a kyotonic expression, thinking it was just useless to ask.
The paper that wrapped the baked confectionery was layered on several sheets, and the inner part of the outermost paper was planted with messages from the Maudon Border Uncle.
It is customary to use decorative paper of beautiful texts without folding it, and to reuse it for later letters and message cards and send it back. Sooner or later, it is a blind spot to write and send messages first because of custom, and it is difficult to be noticed.
The contents were of those who had recently travelled through the Mordon Frontier Uncle to and from the territory of the Northern aristocracy.
How are the different actions of the nuns of the patrol, who should not remain but return, connected to the movements of the Northern nobility? Why did Uncle Mordon drop this off on me? What are the nuns moving for?
Too little information to connect one to another, and frustration accumulates.
Bring your consciousness back to the view as you breathe through the window. In the seat across the street, Claudia, upbeat by the gastronomy she had eaten at the Borderline House, cheerfully began to mumble her nose.