The following month, I spent quite a bit of attention.
Melchior is just a dangerous molecule, both for Archia and for me. Nordstelm is also a constantly vigilant opponent.
But Melchior didn't seem to show up anywhere after that opening ceremony. Nordstelm also tends to be absent from the House of Lords, and from time to time he only shows an unspeakable shadow of being able to get to his seat in a grassy manner and pierce his silence.
It was a concern, but there was no better hand to hit than no handover to put exploration in from behind.
The House of Lords is not the only place where caution must be exercised.
During this past month, when the consciousness of the nobles was concentrated in the King's capital at the opening of the House of Lords, the adopted son was transferred to Cardiac territory.
Anyway, he's still a baby with no neck to sit on. Plus, there's an assassination risk. It was necessary to travel over a long period of time in the guise of a somewhat wealthy civilian trip and with great care.
I wasn't directly involved in this, but I was really curious and was always caught in the corner of my head wondering if there were any new reports.
At the Academy, as always, you have to deal with Emilia with concern for your surrounding eyes, always in a state of unconsciousness.
Emilia's education was going well. The Grand Duchess was finishing what she deserved thanks to her desperate desire to understand Arxian culture.
However, her consciousness of despising herself more than necessary remains unaltered yet, so she makes dangerous remarks and actions from time to time.
Instantly follow up with the person, while taking care not to look that way in the eyes. The easier it may be to put it into words, but to be honest, the more crazy I get sometimes, the more tired I get.
Yes, I was exhausted as soon as possible.
For that reason, a month after the opening of the House of Lords, I was to go to bed with a fever.
"Don't be too uptight!
Just now, Claudia, who brought the paperwork from the rear, said so with a refreshing smile.
"There are too many things to worry about..."
To my groan, she said, "You've noticed now, haven't you?" and snorted.
No, of course I didn't realize it. However, no matter how many people I could trust, I couldn't rely on my concerns, and I had to deal with Emilia completely on my own.
"Are you sure?
Claudia laughed lightly and tilted her neck slowly.
Even though Sarasa and her golden hair fall off her shoulder, she somehow remembers a hot lemon with honey and is attacked by a feeling like she wants to drink it because of the heat. When I caught a cold in the territory, it was prepared by Mrs. Ortencia beside the bedroom every night. Speaking of which, I haven't had a drink in a while.
"The escort of the Grand Duchess, by virtue of his royal decree, will not be in the service of Lord Eliza. But when it comes to other concerns, you can do whatever you want with your heart."
"In the story of feelings..."
"It's about feelings. Especially when it comes to the adopted children. I put a tea lite on my nanny. My husband jumped all the objections and persuaded each and every one of the Syls to go around."
"Theomel's?
It is the first ear.
Was it last spring that Theo got married? Indeed, it is about the time when children are born if they go in due course.
... I have heard that some of the families of the Syl have a custom of not speaking out of their existence with exorcism or something until their children are safely born. Maybe that didn't let you know. I don't want to think I'm so alienated from Theo that I won't be informed about having a child for no reason...
"My adopted son has earned the protection of all the Syl tribes. Whatever it is, there is nothing Lord Eliza can do where he rubs his mind, such as those young children. It seems to me that we should entrust it completely."
"... ok"
Theomel's son and his brother-in-law. Sure, the protection in the realm would be adequate. Claudia's right, so far, there's no curtain for me to come out regarding adoption.
"But what about Melchior?"
"Lord Farris is moving."
To the name given to me by Claudia, I opened my mouth pompously and looked up at her from the bedroom.
"... where did you get that?
The very fact that Cleric Farris moves is not so surprising. Faris himself, no other, cut and dropped church corruption in the Evetonis region, once threaded behind by the Western Alphena Church. I guess that's enough reason to be wary of Merchior, who was acting with Daphelias, the infiltrated terrorist of the Western Alphena Church.
However, there is no such thing as a Cardiac legend to detect the movements of the clergyman as the Earl of Teresia left.
"Nothing from anywhere, a letter came from himself to the Lords' Hall"
"What?"
"He said, if you have time to haunt your head with trivial things, tell him to show his face in the residence of the Earl of Teresia"
"... what?
I have no idea what that means. But I don't even think that priest Farris would act like that without meaning.
Somehow I was told that I would have God's eyes, and in fact, I am the owner of information that I can only say that I foresee many things. It's time for the boulder to stop feeling bitter when I was six.
"... well, okay, okay"
In a strange mood but nodding, Claudia nods back "uhm".
So I grinned and laughed all worry-free and threw up this dialogue at a slightly playful pace.
"For the first time, let my master turn his heart only to what is in the hall of academia. It's a descent festival in February, but will the Grand Duchess of course be asked to run for" Shanak's Witch Daughter "?
"…………… Ah.
Shit.... I totally forgot.
Make it a major event for this Academy, one in that B (...) woman (...) ge (...) - (...) m (...) big (...) a (...) be (...) n (...) t (...).
"Shanak's Witch Daughter" at the Descent Festival.
To be the Virgin Mary of the Divine Son Kusha Fema, to elect female students to participate in the divine affairs at the Coming Festival as a copy of Shanak, the Divine Queen of the Mitholua God-
Well, I mean, it's a school festival miscon.