Guestrooms of the Count of Purvas house passed through.
The statement that we would encounter as guests for once seemed true, and the tea and tea treats placed before all of us were decent.
(... firmly, well...)
To laugh at the Fandid family as being understated, even the interior of the Earl of Purvas house was not such a big deal if you ask me.
No, of course there is no dust indoors and the cleanliness that makes you wonder if your family is cleaning properly etc.
And I don't think those families are ever on a low level either, and I kind of figured out how the numbers were until they were put through this room that they deserved it.
Nevertheless, if you are asked if everything is a wonderful home full of fine and right-of-origin things, is that where you are going to have to cloud the words?
(... Well, the Viscount Fandid family is similar, 'cause the only thing I mention to that here is a back-to-back comparison, right?)
In the meantime, Master Malm Frigas is sitting in front of us in a grumpy arms, but he still doesn't look like his son, Mr. Alip Kallian.
While coming to this room, I see you giving instructions to your family… Speaking of which, how did you explain it to your parents after working disrespectfully on Murietta under the castle?
Probably explained it from the guard that he works for.
(Then she said it was my fault and everything)
You also nod that I'm not welcome to think about it that way!
Instead, they're going to forgive you for taking it between you and the merchant because you got annoyed because of me, and that, I don't understand. This one too.
"So, may I ask His Royal Highness the Deacon for what business he has come to my house?"
"Oh, are you sure you don't want to wait for your son?
"I don't mind. I'm the one who needs to know."
"Well, then..."
It's an eye-catching tale from above from anywhere, but I thought it was probably coming from a hurry.
Mr. Nicholas is still smiling with Nico, but he wasn't getting his hands on the tea served.
"Bye. This is your daughter, Baron Winner's son, Murietta."
"... well. Is that the hero's daughter? I'm listening."
Say hello, Miss Winner.
…… It's Murietta von Winner. "
Mr. Murietta asked me to greet him gracefully, with a somewhat unpleasant atmosphere.
And I think, 'I'm listening'... you should also be listening properly to your son's disrespect, but what is that attitude?
I don't know if you're insulting me because I'm just the baron's daughter, but I'm too frightened to tell you things.
But Malm Frigus, there must have been something you thought too.
He breathed out a little bit, though he still had a tough face, and he spoke so soft that he could tell he was trying.
"I heard my son annoyed me the other day. You came here for that apology."
"I, nothing......!
Mr. Murietta seemed upset when asked if he could have requested an apology.
Well, if you're right, you're right, but she didn't come here because she wanted to, so maybe she was stressed and cool.
Mr. Nicholas next to her remains nicotine as ever.
"Oh, I'm not blaming you"
I laughed at you, Malm Frigus, trying to give her the edge of her lips to how she was, but no, that's just a villain face, that's a totally uncomfortable face!
Unexpectedly I felt that way and I drank tea to delude it, but just as no one would ever pinch their mouth.
"You should let him in person rather than me making an apology. But why His Royal Highness the King?
"Thank you very much for your understanding so quickly. Miss Winner is also an excellent healing user, so I heard that your lord is not feeling well, and it would have been nice if the matter could have been settled peacefully together with His Royal Highness Prince Wang... unfortunately, the unhappiness seemed to be one step faster"
"I have no choice but to do all that.... My son is not a child either, so I thought I might not have to tell him to go apologize, but that caused you extra concern."
(Ugh, white)
I'm sure it wasn't just me, that's what I thought.
But I guess you're trying to make this white interaction and get away with it. When you see that neither Mr. Nicholas nor Keith Less will pursue you, you mean that's okay.
Since I shouldn't be the one to talk about this, I'm not the only one keeping quiet with my mother-in-law.
(Nevertheless, I knew the story as the owner, but because it was my son's own fault... it's a chain of responsibility shifts to the brilliant point of connecting me to that monster grandfather, this son, and Alip Kallian.)
I'm still more fond of you for completely saying that I apologize as the owner.
So Alip Kallian came to apologize and said reluctantly.
Well, I guess it's better than not...
So all sorts of things fit in circles.
Though I think it will be remembered that the Lord is unwilling.
"But a competent healer would also have a high sawdust nose for Baron Winner. And quite beautiful."
"... thank you"
"I hear you don't have parents."
"Don't ask for too much detail, Lord Purvas, because we have the Duke's house in custody on the matter."
"... right"
Were you even going to run for a foster parent?
Marum Frigus stared at Keith Less, who was in between, trying to narrow his eyes, but he didn't overlap words.
My mother-in-law and I are in the same air, but we decided to eat tea treats quietly because we shouldn't act differently and cause unnecessary danger.
Yeah, this cookie, it's not bad.
But I just want you to forgive me for thinking that what Metabon made for me is still better. How dare you escape reality somewhere.
No, but the Metabon cookies are amazing, right?
You can even make a sweet house with cookies!!
When Primera was still a little girl, what a funny thing to make when I talked to her... really Metabong, too competent.
It was fun that day, a memory of sneaking up on Primera and Metabong and Sebastian having a cookie house too, saying it was a waste of time to break it......
"By the way, your son seems to be very late."
"I sent him to call, but maybe he's out"
Marum Frigas, who answers Mr. Nicholas' question as if it were nothing. But it was a strange story, and Mr. Nicholas smiled perfectly.
"... you say your grandfather is dead, but a direct line person walks out to play?
"My son was so longing for his predecessors. So, I often feel a little depressed. A flesh parent would know better, wouldn't they?
It was your mother-in-law, Marum Frigas, who flickered and frowned at the water.
She's a tight mother-in-law, but it's very painful to try to turn every face away from that gaze and nod small.
"I see, there may be that"
"In any case, until my son arrives, Deacon and Miss Winner will also be properly welcomed as our guests. Relax and be amazing."
When I said it was a welcome word, I didn't feel like I was told it was a stumbling block success.
Alip Kallian, if you go out and don't come back... will you shield your apology for staying until you come back?
(Well, I'll leave you to Mr. Nicholas. My mother-in-law and I can just go home after our condolences!
I can't say it's cold.
That's it, this is this, is!