The social season is coming to an end, and it's time to hire a caretaker for the city mansion to return to the territory.
Return to your territory and the harvest time begins. With pumpkins brought in by refugees this year and egg spawning of chickens bought in again two years ago, the Harvest Festival dishes must be gorgeous at once.
Thanks to the women of the village who survived my father's time, I had not had to lose the traditional method of cooking eggs. I think it was really good. Other meat and fish cooking methods also want to allow supplies before they are completely lost.
... On the contrary, it means that even those few traditions would have been lost if I had kept my family alive.
I try to think I did the right thing about killing my family. But if you're asked if you dropped poison celery in a pot with that urge exhausted by that situation, you can't deny it.
That is why it is necessary to ascertain its legitimacy in this way. That's how you're mentally tough if you don't self-affirm. I'm not allowed to throw my lord's seat out of sickness.
"─ Oh, hey, are you listening?
When he grabbed me by the shoulder and looked up all the time, he was finally peering into Latka's face. I blink one and change my mind if I was too immersed in emotional thoughts and distracted.
"... are you ill too?
"No, if I'd been thinking, I'd have been depressed"
I laugh a little unexpectedly at the caring look on the child's face in front of me. Did you blame that, Latka frowned slightly.
"Hold on tight. And if it's an assassination, what happens to me?"
"You haven't done enough to get assassinated while in Wangdu."
"Phew... you plan to!
I'm not going to blow fights from myself to each side, but if I can rebuild my territory and be counted in earnest at the corner of the border defense line, there will also be a danger of that with nature.
Somehow there are so many people who are going into hostile action just because they've moved the state's defence spending a little bit.
Nevertheless, look again at Latka.
"... what?
"I was wondering if I'd be in trouble if I died. A year ago, I thought I was screaming to kill you."
"Whoa... it was before! You're mean enough!
Speaking in a frightened voice, Latka hit me all at once. I'm somewhere horrified by that straightforward emotional expression. And I was also relieved that I didn't feel like killing from the child.
"I'm sorry, I said something that was too much of a joke."
"Absolutely.... Oh, yeah. For the record, I got a letter from the temple."
"Letter?"
When Latka receives the envelope she gave him and gives it back to him, there is an unrecognizable seal there. Only one person at the moment comes to mind on the crest of the temple I know, a crest that mimics another mark - the F (Fao) - and that priest Farris is the only one.
If you flip the letter again, on the front side you will see a clearly written address to Lord Eliza Cardia. Apparently, it's not the wrong delivery.
"Latka. Get me a paper knife."
I get a letter from a cleric who's not that close. I threw my body at the back of the chair wondering what the hell it was for, and I stunned it in my hand.
He looked up at the luxurious White Asian temple standing right next to the royal palace and slapped Latka on the back, who dropped his shoulders to fatigue next door.
"Let's go."
"... it hurts?
When I silence my gaze staring sideways, I hear Claudia in a samurai who refrains from stepping back and Gunter, this time brought as an escort, snarling and laughing in the back of her throat.
Latka and Claudia, these are the two people I'm bound to take with me when I go outside recently, but this time I was deliberately invited by nomination for why.
"How could these three be..."
Step into a marble temple that even feels dazzled, and be alone. I didn't even tell that cleric about Latka in particular. Where and when did you learn about it, from the fact that you were close to the Earl of Teresia?
"Lord Farris is said to have God's eyes."
Claudia, who is more familiar with the Wang du situation than I am, begins to talk about that cleric, who is inexperienced.
"My mother is from the Merriat family, and Lord Farris herself was the Duke's maid. According to one theory, it was either Count Theresia's ex-fiancé or his wife."
"... what?
A former Duke's warrant, and with that youthfulness, a former fiancé of the Earl of Teresia? That means your age is no different than that of the Count. With that youthfulness, he's over seventy...?
"Heh, that's kind of a weird background. You wouldn't be in the same position as you would be in a convent."
"You seem so far away from this world when you have God's eyes. Maybe he's really psychic and he went into church."
Apparently, I'm the only one who's seen Father Farris in person, and Latka and Claudia aren't going to be shocked by the age of the clergy they're about to meet.
Regardless of Latka, if Claudia doesn't even know, maybe that cleric isn't really the kind of person on the table.... Well, most priests do, because very few monks and clerics show their faces in aristocratic social circles.
─ ─ Nevertheless, the eye of God.
At the ceremony on the day of the sixth birthday, I think of the plate of merit scales that the cleric pointed out.
Everything about me that no one should have known was there lightly revealed. The other two, the Earl of Teresia and Camille, probably didn't know what that meant.
Even during his death, Kamil showed a bare gesture that she didn't know I had rubbed my sins on his father.
As far as the Count is concerned, maybe he knows everything. On second thought, there is no one but him who can prepare that parchment on a plate of scales. Nothing has ever been said before, but at least I would be guessing to some extent from the content of that ceremony.
Walk silently later to the cathedral designated to come this far. Even though I was nervous about what they were going to say, I didn't feel the same wonder and fear as last year when it came to being gripped by weaknesses.