"Father, it's Altenrich. Excuse me, sir."
"Altenrich Nathan Rufus, I don't remember raising you with such shame."
He opened the door almost like a knock without permission to enter the room, and gave me his father's gaze. [M]
Seated over the desk in the office, the boulder breathed into the harsh gaze of existence sitting on the top of the Nate Feel aristocracy.
"... sorry, sorry"
"... Liechten, you are the heir to the Duke of Rufus family.
Always be worthy and act. "
"... Yes, Father"
His father sighed deeply after silence as he lowered his head with a hard expression.
"So? What the hell happened?
There must have been some rush. "
My father's bear has recurred again in recent times.
He looks a little thin even though he is originally thin, and more importantly, wrinkles between the brows are rare for a father who does not break his expression.
Are you holding something at work, or are you talking about me or my sister? Again, something else...
I'm not sure, but it's very hard to ask a father who does seem to be coming up with something like this.
But if this speculation of mine is correct, if I'm the only one protected without knowing anything...
"Father, I need to ask you something"
The clear, empty color of the same color as my sister shows me straight up by lifting the face my father was leaning on.
I took my hand off the paperwork and put my hand together on the desk.
"What?"
"Is my father's name Nathan Hardist?"
The sky opens slightly and narrows down slowly.
"Cursed land, is Hardist the land my parents ruled?"
My eyes hid completely in my eyelids.
A fine line ran between my eyebrows, then I exhaled a deep sigh.
"... where and to whom did you ask that"
"In the outdoor neighborhood by the school, to an old man who used to live in Hardist. I didn't ask, but he called me Nathan Hardist."
Father doesn't keep his eyes closed and his mouth firmly pulled and tied and he moves slightly.
I waited for my father to react without saying anything either.
After a few minutes of heavy air, he finally opened his heavy mouth.
"...... oh well, is that even possible anymore...... Sure, you look like Nathan."
"Well, still..."
"..................... Oh, your fruitful father is Nathan Hardist, and his mother is Arteisia.
Your middle name came from your father.
... with a man who was my best friend, and my only sister "
"Sister..."
"Yes, because you and Stella are cousins. It's a possible story."
Well, yeah.
That's true, but I've never known her aunt, Artesia... no, I had no idea she existed.
Rather, my cousin, I thought to myself that it must be your late mother's...
So much so that the story of his father's sister was kept secret at the Duke of Rufus's house...
"If that's all you're talking about, go back to your room.
I need to hurry to the castle. "
I was just clapping at my father, who I spoke to quite honestly, but I see.
He's unwilling to talk about anything else.
I stare straight at my father, who said so in an intimidating manner.
"When I go to the castle, I am going to accompany you as far as I can because of my postgraduate school, but is this an inconvenient story for me to get there?
I'd love to know more about my parents in the car if I could. "
"I'm busy. If you're free, turn the job around as much as you like. If you want to know, you can ask anyone at the mansion."
"You think I have something to tell you about my father being hidden?
"I haven't hidden anything else, I'm not here, but...
All right, then I'll talk to you about your parents properly when I get home. That's all right. "
"Okay, will you be back in 10 days"
…………
I'm not coming home.
I'm going to keep doing this and run away with deception.
I apologized in my heart to my father, who looked visibly disgusted, and lowered my brow.
He doesn't want to talk about it no matter what.
There is a wrinkle between my eyebrows in a faceless expression sticking out like an iron mask.
This is quite unusual.
"Duke of Rufus, what might also be the owner of the house is a disgusting escape, Alvernon."
I didn't even sound stunned by the blonde who came in without a knock.
"You can take Altenrich too. He should get up on the stage, shouldn't he?
Blonde hair and light purple eyes up to about soft braided shoulders.
It is exactly the symbolic amethyst color of the royal family, whose beautiful, masculine face is unmistakable...
"Your Majesty - Huh?!
"Oh, Altenrich, it's been a long time. Be good, and your wonderful rumors are coming to me."
He swung his spine around as he was stiffened by a flickering wave, sifting through his body as he struck a cold, dull sensation.
All the while, when I turned around, my father, the Duke, with no expression, looked at His Majesty unchanged from the desk in the office.
With no expression, my throat was drawn to my pupil's open beastly eyes and overflowing killer.
What a face towards His Majesty... no, it doesn't change my face, but somehow... aura...
"... This is, Your Majesty, Victor Lake. It is an honor to come all the way down to such a boring mansion when you are busy.
I admire His Majesty's mercy in treating you like a dear family, as if you were a friend of old knowledge. "
... I don't know, why, I don't hear exactly what you're talking about and the nature of the content.
I mean, all I can hear is what the king came here to do, what's wrong with the job, you come into the house on your own and you're not good enough to come in without a knock...
"Haha, I'm sorry, Alvernon!... Hey, maybe you're in a bad mood? They're going to kill me, but do something about it. It's your father, isn't it?
His father's gaze increased even more sharply to His Majesty, who approached him with a face close to his shoulder.
I managed to open my mouth to a plate pinch that was going to hurt my stomach, and I said, "Sire, why are you here?" I succeeded in asking.
............ but if you think about it carefully you should have knelt here.
His Majesty said sayingly when he hurriedly broke his hips, "Hahaha, it's good to have something else like that".
"For some reason... well, that's what this is about, Alvernon."
His Majesty shot his father straight through with the eyes of an amethyst by dropping some gentle tone of voice.
The opposing father also gasps his head with a wrinkle between his brows.
I haven't seen a father so visible and disturbed in a long time.
"I'm sorry, Alvernon. I don't have time to wait anymore."
"Father...?
My father stares back at His Majesty with dark eyes. I am even stunned and anxious by the sweat on my forehead.
"Let's say it again, Alvernon.
Altenrich should go up on the stage. "