"Well... can I talk to you for a second?
In our little reception room, with the two captives, me and Claudia, and Oscar, who has recently risen rapidly as the information processing officer, we're in a situation like an oppressive interview.
The young couple is as stiff as they could have been threatened. Faelia is pale, among other things.... I just said I'm younger than them, obviously.
"Unaccompanied, which way are you two going? Besides, Miss Faelia, you're engaged. Walking the city with the opposite sex isn't a complimented act, is it? Do you have a permit for the Academy? I have to tell the hospital I protected you. Let me check with the authorizer."
Give it to me, and when I reached out to remind him, Fletcher's youngest son, who had bitten his lip until then, looked up as if he was kicking.
"Why do I need to give you a permit? If it's protection, it would make sense for a princess or at least a wife to come out, not an unschooled child or something."
Huh.
Speaking of which, I didn't know you were acquainted with Faelia. I had a name in the carriage, but you haven't formally introduced yourself yet.
"This is rude. I'm Eliza Cardia. He is Lord of the Viscount of Cardia in the Yugfena region. I have a working relationship with Miss Faelia's father, Viscount Roguesia, and I have a little acquaintance with Miss Faelia on that edge."
"No way. You think you're the head of the house yourself?
As I snorted, Fletcher's youngest son mumbled.
That's how I make my face bow down again like I was frightened. Hey, what happened to your permit?
"... Miss Fayria"
When she turned to Fayria without a choice, she opened her chewing lips thinly and let them go to war.
"Wow, I was on my way to my fiancée, the City Mansion of the Augrains. They told me there was a secret story, so. This is Corneille Fletcher, a friend of mine from a long time ago, accompanied us to the Augrains."
Fletcher's introduction to his youngest son is an excuse to listen first.
Augrain? I tilted my neck at the fact that my family name came out of Fayria's mouth, which I never thought I'd hear here.
"A secret story, huh? That's why you left school?
"... Yes"
She nodded, admitting that she had come out of the school without permission.
"I don't know the details, but he said it was about my marriage. My fiancée is the son of the Augrains."
"I know. Anyway, I got to know you because Viscount Augrain asked me to marry you well with the Rogue Shea family."
I didn't know what Viscount O'Grain was thinking, and I threw it away so annoyingly. Now that you've called Fayria in silence to me, you don't have to hide from her about the Church's request.
"Huh...?
"Viscount Augrain went out of his way to go through the church and asked me to persuade you that you were not going to like your engagement. Well, I was just watching him and your father, who smelled a little kinky and what to do."
"Oh no..."
Faelia covered her mouth with her hands like she couldn't believe it. You seem pretty upset. You're unconscious, I could see her fingertips grabbing Fletcher's last son's sleeve weakly.
"... wait a minute, Viscount Cardia. Your story is very different from mine and Faelia's."
Fletcher's youngest son, who stood excited at that fingertip or kept his shoulder quietly dropped, cuts out so bossy with a small voice.
Hard to hear. I accidentally frowned and frightened him in vain. Unlike Weng Public in the House of Lords, it is very difficult to do one thing that can be threatened all at once with a few things.
... before that, don't you find it pitiful to be odd with five or more younger children than you? More like this, I want you to focus on your spine and abs and refresh them.
"Are you eating wrong? Is that an excuse for you and your fiancée to leave school in broad daylight?
"No! Faelia's engagement... didn't cause discord from Faelia in the first place. The two of you, no, that's what he wanted, the two of you broke your engagement!
Don't shout out all of a sudden.
You're a silent, yelling, emotionally unstable guy, okay? I get worried unexpectedly.
Here's what Corneille Fletcher said about Fletcher's youngest son.
In the first place, he and Failia's fiancée, Yesta O'Grain, spent most of their childhood together in a city mansion in Wangdu.
After enrolling in the Academy, the three of us started spending their student lives crossing Fayria.
However, since Yesta advanced to the third grade, the second grade of Corneille and Faelia, there has been a slight change in that relationship.
The reason was that Yesta favored a different young lady than Fayria. As Yesta began to spend more time with the young lady, she also spent more time with Nature, Faelia and Corneille. The subsequent relationship between the two is as I expected.
The three of them discussed their future by presenting the graduate home of one of the older Yesta's Academies. Yesta decided she had no engagement to Fayria and vowed to persuade her father, Viscount Augrain, to enter the Viscountry of Augrain at the same time as her graduation, so that she could be newly engaged to the lady of her choice.
"Then I got a letter two or three times, but the persuasion didn't seem to be going well. But this time I was summoned by Viscount Augrain because the Viscount was moved by Yesta's persuasion, so he wanted to hear from the three of us and rethink it."
I listened in silence to Fletcher's youngest son try so hard to explain how unfamiliar he was.
... what can I say.
Do you say it's frightened or white? In that mood, I think I was just looking at him and the serious look on Fayria's face next door.
"Faelia and Yesta are close and well known as fiancées even in school. So I couldn't take any action that would have scratched the honor of both houses if the conversation had spread to me about getting permission to go out to discuss breaking my engagement..."
Did you finish talking about what you wanted to talk about? Fletcher's youngest son dropped again when he cut the words. Is it because I want to draw this sympathy?
─ ─ There is no room for sympathy for his story, so I decided not to see it.
I was very unsure of what to say and took a glimpse of Oscar somehow.
He had a blatantly headache look on his face.
I want to put it on my face openly like that, too.