Whether it was because of the excellent man or because of the fine carriage he saw without the crest, we entered Viscount Fandid territory well anyway and then arrived at our home of nostalgia without any bitterness.
Though, time was totally slow.
Since summer, well if you think it's been six months, you can say you miss it!
Leaving Wang Capital still seemed the hardest part.
See, it would have been a previous life, because the U-turn rush increases density towards the city where it was predominant, and vice versa. If we get out at the same time, we'll be stuck in that...
But I thought it was a country with nothing to see, but this time I mean I really don't see anything to see. I started snowblowing along the way and was worried that your mistress would be safe!
And then, well, what a carriage this is... it seems to be the type of thing that is magical, and your mistress seemed to be able to afford it. But I thought it was a peek, so I plugged in a special Metabon sandwich.
That's the carriage that Queen Wang has prepared for you, what do you mean it's enchanted to prevent the cold?
No, well, I guessed at some stage that there was a cooking kit, albeit small, in the carriage!
Because of this, the way you arrived at my house and your fine carriage rested a fine horse in the stables (Umaya) of Viscount Fandid's house in the garage next to it is kind of... yeah, well, I can't help but say it in any language. I kind of thought we'd have to have some more splendid stables or something!
"Oh, did your father bother to welcome you? Thank you."
"Yu, Yulia... the rash was definitely coming, but that, that..."
"Queen Wang graciously prepared a carriage that would be difficult on this snowway. It's like a reward for what you did at a gardening party."
"Oh well."
Haven't you seen your father in a long time, have you lost some weight?
I do have stories to pile up for now, but even if it was outside, it would freeze, so I had it put inside the house. I thought you were graceful enough to walk over to the butler and tell him something and leave... what a skill. No, I heard from Her Highness Wang that she would let herself be her own, so she wouldn't bother Julia.
Forget that.
"Father, this is Princess Palace cook, Metabon. And I belong to the Knights of Guardianship, Mr. Regina. In order to serve as my escort on this homecoming, you both came with me, so I also asked you to write to me to meet me as a guest..."
"Ah, oh. I have a room for you. Welcome to Viscount Fandid's house, you two. Relax and relax."
"Thank you, Viscount Fandid. My name is Regina and I belong to the Knights of Escorts. Please allow me to carry a sword while you are here, as I have been ordered by Queen Wang to escort you."
"Oops, from Queen Wang, if so... of course, it is, naturally... well, my daughter..."
On the other hand, if your father asks, Regina leaned strangely toward his neck and then looked straight at your father with a firm look.
That Rin look, it's cool! Do you say Metabon is unwilling anymore, I guess he's not interested? It just seems like you're seeing that interaction blurry. But around my gaze being a little harsh looking at our front door hall, maybe I'm really willing to be disappointed with protection or something?
I hear you're an ex-armed adventurer, but I don't know how amazing Metabon is... This is what the world doesn't know.
"Yulia also has a position as the head samurai of the Princess's Palace, and the trust of the royal family is strong, and she is also in a position to be praised at home and abroad for standing up and defending herself against visitors when placed in the previous garden games. Therefore, it is foolish to assume that there will be an escort."
"Oh, really... no, that, thank you"
"Please, you don't have to say anything like that to just a knight like me. Can I have permission to wear a sword?
"Yes, of course."
"Thank you"
I'm sure Regina, who returns it to your father thanks to the knight, behaves in accordance with the courtesy of the knight… Your father, who doesn't usually deal with the higher knights that much, seems confused.
Well, that's true, Royal Castle and all, because your father would go in his shoes, but the Guardian Knights are basically the number one Knights after the Kingsguard. You may say that you have little contact with local lords.
"Say hello too, Metabon."
"Uh... Me, Metabong, I'm a cook at the Princess's Palace, as I was just introduced to you by Julia. Well, please, Lord. I can't fix my bad mouth, but please forgive me."
"Metabon!"
"I'm still a former adventurer. My arms stand pretty good, and I'm still blunt, and I don't mind Julia seeing me as one of my servants because she's also a benefactor to me. Thank you very much."
Mr. Regina's blaming Metabon with his elbow, but he's apparently taking it seriously, isn't he?
Um, I'm a little more polite with Primera and me, but anyway, he's also a strong habit.
Still, Regina is more annoyed by that attitude, and your father is orous, what is this space...
"What pain?!?
"You stupid mettabon! I have sporadically told you that your bad attitude will lead to the evaluation of your boss, Julia!!
"I said I was going to say hello politely!
"With that!?
"Hey, both of you. Father, can I show you two to the guest room for now? It's time, and the proper greeting is that I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Oh, yeah, you are. Shall we, Julia?"
"... Father"
"Yeah? What?
Your father, who knew it was obvious that he was eating, stopped me from thinking about leaving the place.
Your father turns to my voice and seems to have calmed down a little. After all, would you have lost a little weight?
If Merek's engagement is investigated... your father will be forced into hiding. Though it is decided, isn't it a hard story to tell a man who is still working?
Although it is not a story that a person who has become a recluse will work as a civilian, he must be prepared to be seen with the eyes of at least a person who was a lord. I don't think your father is ready for that.
Still, the action I took back then should have been for this Viscount Fundid family.
It was necessary to protect your father, so I don't think he was wrong.
What does your father think of me? I guess I still only think of her as a pathetic ugly daughter.
"-... I'm home now, Father"
"Oh, oh... Welcome home, Julia"