I was Reincarnated and Now I’m a Maid

My daughter's eyes are hard.

I also give you the appearance of my son and wife making arguments in front of me, and I do know that if I were supposed to move, I would be right. I know, but how can you be so... quiet, so calm?

I succeeded the Viscount Fandid family and came seriously.

My first wife was an introduction from relatives. Beautiful and wise, he took my hand with bright character and walked with me. I was smiled at whenever.

My wife laughed and comforted me when my daughter was born and I wondered if she wasn't very pretty because she looked like a man parent.

Pretty daughter, our own daughter...... and so is that, I miss the reflection that appearance instrumentality isn't the only attraction of women.

But what was left of me, desperate after the loss of that wife, was a young daughter. It was not pitiful to think that he would raise his little daughter alone so that he would not yet understand her mother's death. I just leave my daughter with the servants in the days I don't know how to deal with her while I work. I was even a little horrified by the flowers in the flowerbed that my wife occasionally cherished to see what that child thought of her father to the point of watering.

Because I was aware that I was not a good father.

My growing daughter doesn't look like my late wife after all, and I'm sure she'll still be happy, and when I support her, she gives me an indescribable look. Yeah, I knew I wasn't doing well as a father, and I was also depressed.

I never think I had a bad relationship with my daughter.

Perhaps it was bad that she was sweet to her daughter, who had a good hearing.

I welcomed her as my late wife, the daughter of the Earl of Purvas family thought she was cute in an unknown way, but I guess she didn't want to marry a man like me either. Because I still thought of my late wife, and Fran, my late wife, was a woman who didn't know love. It was a duty and a responsibility, at least towards me, a woman who had been married with it.

I still think they took the form of respecting each other and helping each other. I just didn't really think I had a good relationship with my daughter... but I thought time would fix that there.

And her daughter, Julia, went to Royal Castle to apprentice as usual.

That far, I think, was a very peaceful life. Other than being preceded by the woman I loved, the child was healthy, the territory was poor but peaceful, and the tracing problem was solved because I also set up my eldest son with my late wife who welcomed him. I think it would be nice to stroke your chest down to a smooth, sailing life so far.

If he had no great talent or talent, he had lived quietly following the words of his predecessors: to be adulterated and wrapped up in long things, to continue the Viscount Fandid family without starving the inhabitants, and he was going to live quietly in hiding even after giving his eyes to his son Merek.

Julia doesn't look very good, but she stopped coming back with 'Became Her Royal Highness's Exclusive Samurai' on the arrow tip wondering if she would be able to find her good fortune in the same Viscount house or a little inferior because she's a kind and smart daughter... and then she became a royal castle samurai in between, what a lead samurai in the Princess's Palace, a leap forward.

Such a story seemed too inappropriate for the mediocre family of Viscounts Fandid, and I was so worried about whether Julia, born of a lower aristocracy, was so desperate with regard to marriage that she chose the path of work until she was forced to do so.

But I don't care how many times you come back, because every time I try to prepare a pageant, it's okay because I like my job. What a healthy thing!

I would be able to live better as a nobleman even though I was a junior than a life of bowing my head as a samurai...... I was still depressed that I was not enough as a father.

On top of that, Julia's work may have caused her to say something from the Earl of Purvas' side or her late wife, Fran, as well. I'm stuck wondering if I shouldn't let you get married soon.

Oh, I just want to live a peaceful life.

I don't know how the hell this happened, I thought so then.

Then time went on, and Julia helped me fail, and yet it caused me to narrow my shoulders even though I was my own home... no, I deserved it, I had no choice there.

It was only natural to give Merek the governor over sooner or later, and if you don't want to be thankful because that would only make it a little quicker and, conversely, lower the load on your shoulders. I inherited the Viscount Fandid family, but it is also true that I have long thought that it might not have been that vessel.

If you notice, Melek says the story of the engagement with Count Celeste's sister is insignificant, and Julia is dating the Baum family's son.

Probably because they all have rights.

I guess Julia includes a political strategy to better shape the engagement of Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Baum family man, but even if that's the reason, marriage is never all about affection. Friendship is good, and if you have feelings anyway, you should be able to do it well. Because that's what aristocratic marriage is. Maybe even love will grow. I hear there are many honest people in the Baum family, so they won't behave badly against Julia.

Melek himself told me that the connection between Melek and the Earl of Celeste's family was connected by a distant married sister.

I felt sorry for the edge of not being able to connect to me... but I'm honestly glad that Melek admitted to the one above. So I don't feel like we're getting a little bit of extra luck down to the two of us, but as a father, I just support you. If you speak up and support him, he will fail again, so keep quiet.

They're both my beloved children.

Hard to say, though I only feel like I haven't been able to do something like that for you as a father.

My wife and I still feel like we have a lump somewhere... and I wonder how and where it got us from.

And now, as my daughter blames me, I put a lid on my desire to complain somewhere about how to expect it from me when I'm about to fail again. Because the only support is that Julia's eyes are because she still sees me as her father.

"Father."

"Ugh, um"

"... Father"

"Wow, I know. I know, Julia..."

So, but, Julia.

I'm not really good at arbitrating rubbing or anything.

Then when people ask me what I'm good at, if I just push or sign a handkerchief on the paperwork, I don't like working on that for a long time... maybe that's not what my family can protect. I mean, I couldn't protect him.

Even now, will we make it?

If I, as a father, as a husband, as a lord, acted just a little more now, would I be able to protect this family...?

Pull your gaze around and look at the daughter next door.

Julia looked straight at me. The eyes are neither frightened nor looked down, nor naturally scorned. Just straight up, he looks at me as a father, that's the look.

(Oh... Julia, now you... look just like your mother. A)

When I feel sorry for her, the way she laughed and scolded me overlaps her daughter.

Although my daughter is just scolding me with a completely different look.

Just like me, poor girl. I just thought so, but maybe I didn't.

That's not true, my daughter and I have complained over and over, and I... maybe we should face each other a little more.

(But now)

Wife and son, too, if we don't face it.

Scary though. Scary though......