When not all of today's attendees gather in the hall, they begin eating in the adjacent concourse hall.
The pre-allocated seats separated the Einschbulk family and became around the face of the Teresian family.
Well, I got the Yu father's name as you, but officially, my hindsight is Count Teresia. Unless I make the matter of my adopted child public, my position will continue to be placed under the asylum of the Teresian family until I welcome an adult.
Conversely, adoption with that child has such a strong public influence. In view of the danger of assassination, the time to make it public must be chosen carefully.
... There are two important things that need to be distracted about that child and Emilia, but there are even more blood-connected brothers, which is also the appearance of troublemakers who twitch with agents from other countries.
It's been a while since I've had a heavy head. I sincerely hope to God that nothing more trouble will happen to me.
"... Oh, Count Cardia. You were in this seat!
As soon as I sat in my seat sighing, I was called from across the street.
Raising her gaze and checking on her opponent, a lady dressed in a dress is smiling elegantly at me, very unusual on this occasion.
... You look familiar. My voice also sounds familiar. I've spoken to a woman with a title, and I'm sure...
"Viscount Beerendorf?
"I'm glad you remembered. I only met you when you were just a little girl."
Was that the first time you came to Wangdu? The Earl of Teresia took me to meet this Viscount face-to-face in his personal social setting. Sure, the men went out to play with something, like drinking tea with us left over and distracting boredom...
At the time, she was a nineteen-year-old girl who liked to chat, and now she was completely an adult woman. The twirling and visibly changing expression and voice appeared to calm down year after year, and she grinned softly and narrowed her eyes to me in nostalgia.
"It's been a while. I didn't expect to see you here."
She is a lord nobleman, but has never made a face to the House of Lords before. Since he had raided as a widow who had lost her husband, he had left the administration of the territory to the family decree that he was anxious to extract as a lord, and his attendance at the House of Lords had also asked another nobleman to represent him.
"Hehe, actually, I, I got married again last year."
Viscount Beerendorf turned his gaze to the man sitting next to him. Is it about the same age? Sitting here would mean being a Teresian.
The man is fanned by the Viscount and looks this way. The frightening glance was instant, and he leaned down as he did after a light meeting. He's not willing to talk.
"Hey, Bain..."
Viscount Beerendorf praised her husband's attitude on the boulder, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't care. There is no need to dare threaten a frightened human being further.
"I don't mind, Viscount Behrendorf. Besides, congratulations on your marriage."
"... thank you for your generosity, Count Cardia"
The Viscount stroked down his ho breasts and seemed unwilling to leave him to his husband. When you turn your body back towards me, you make your gaze wander small as if looking for a thread to talk about.
"I know the rumors, but you've grown really beautiful..."
And so, to the mysterious compliment that for some reason was said to be smudging, I accidentally said, "What?," he raised his dumb voice. Beautiful is a phrase that has never been heard before.
Or is it Ning Lo, a dislike for me, who welcomes a quasi adult and doesn't have a full body of yet feminine beauty?
"Oh, don't you know? Count Cardia has been whispered everywhere that she is a vampire who jumped out of a story, stealing the hearts of schoolgirls because of her remarkable beauty and her dangerous demonic charm."
"... what?
What the hell is that? No, what is that!?
I don't understand the story at all...... or you don't want to, blunt as if your head refuses to accept it.
I remember being scolded on the battlefield for being a vampire by both enemies and allies, but that's what I scolded for being a carcass of enemies to sip their flesh. There should never have been any meaning in stirring up a woman and sipping her blood. There wasn't, there should be...!
"Oh, you're not aware? You blunt... I wonder if the samurai's temperament is too strong."
Viscount Beerendorf laughs bitterly as he is frightened.
"… Someone is mistaken for someone else's rumor"
"I'm sorry to hear that, but it's definitely your rumor."
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No, no, no. How did that happen!? Really!!