Bewildered and surprised in her head, Viscount Behrendorf looked at me in silence for a while funny, but she cut out the next story, "Speaking of rumors..." as the story lover became unbearable.
"It's already spreading as a rumor. Earlier, between refraining..."
I felt like my head was switching between hiccups.
Because it was a story that was easier to understand and had to be dealt with than emotions from other people who didn't make sense.
"Are you with Count Nordstelm,"
"Yeah. You know what?
To the Viscount, who embarked on himself with an irresistible curiosity, I slowly let him shake his neck beside me.
"No, not at all. We didn't even consider the possibility because all the blood muscles in our lineage chart have an interrupted record."
I said it clearly because I had noticed that my surroundings were standing by my ears.
The fact that it was rumored early would still be a testament to the fact that it attracted so much attention.
"Oh. Looks like Count Cardia thinks he's related?
"That's all they look like. I wonder if it's more realistic to think of it as a drop of previous generations or generations than as an empty resemblance of others."
Shoulder clasp, exhale. The nightmarish vid of Owe even hates the way he looks in the mirror.
"You're right. So you're picking him up as a blood relative?
I felt my surrounding gaze gather all at once.
For just a moment, the blurring calms down.
"I'll just preface it, according to his origins..."
… but I am very interested in the rural landscape of the poor and outermost hinterland.
Now that the war is over, even if it involves our territory, it will not lead to new interests, etc. Their interest is merely as a lowlife gossip. Because I know that, I feel like a pioneer.
"─ If you and Count Nordstelm don't want to, whatever. If you go into the house, you may ask the underage woman to serve you. Therefore, there is no evidence of blood muscles, and as things stand, there is nothing I can say."
Clearly, as anyone can see, I declare that I am not willing to give up my position.
It was just a monotonous statement of the decision, and generally, the surrounding area looked boring and convincing.
... I see. It seems that heroism like palm return is not all that bad.
Until now, it would have been more common for a child, a woman, to think that Cardia's daughter was smart. How about that? It seems that for a long time my words have come to their ears.
Some noblemen seem to have flashed their faces on the boulder, but nothing bothers them. Buying objections and being made uncomfortable are now matters.
… there is no need to be intimidated by what we are accustomed to, and the advantage of numbers has been lost.
I exhaled loosely when I realized that I was counting on the hearts and minds of people along with the cold feeling around my chest.
"Then, as we stipulated in the extraordinary rally until winter, we will begin our national relations with the pro-familiar and defined states starting next year. The Principality of the Union of Lindar will use the Junas Frontier Bell Territory, the countries of the South will use the Fletcher Frontier Bell Territory as a point of contact and immigrants will be allowed to act in the Permitted Zone. Are you sure?
The House of Lords responds silently to the confirmation of the facilitator.
The debate has already boiled down, and no one can speak differently now.
That agenda was one of the last. The House of Lords is dissolved, and all and nobles begin to leave the open hall.
I exchanged two words and three words of greeting with the lord nobles of the surrounding territories to pass the course for a while.
Make sure the less pale Earl of Nordstelm leaves the room first, then pick up Oscar Claudia, who was waiting for him during the refrain.
I noticed that Weegraf arrived a little casually behind me, but now I decided to sweeten up to the silent care.
This is also a kind of social place during the refrain of the squire, but multiple rooms are open due to the number of people.
It's unclear what Melchior did after he left the room during the refrain, but he didn't appear in the room where the Oscars were. The two of us who made the rendezvous don't see anything unusual, and give a slightly odd look to the wee graph walking loosely after me.
"The rally was well over. We're going back to the dorm house."
When I got back to the carriage, I had something to talk about, and the two of them nodded small.
Looking back, Weegraf had already made a subtle change of direction to his own squire.
I see.
... I have to figure out a way to thank you.