7
It was the age of seventeen that Norma was taken by her father to leave the Wazlov family, and it was the one hundred and seventeen years of the Kingdom calendar. It was just ten years ago.
It is very unlikely that he had a good impression on the Wazlov family. Rather, I even had feelings close to hatred.
Above all, this house tore my mother and father apart, my mother and Norma. There's no way I can favor you.
And this house was also a cold house.
My father and Norma were given a good place to live, a good schedule, good clothes and a good meal, looked after by an excellent servant, and given whatever my father wanted for research, but that was all.
In the mansion, even if I met and greeted my father's brothers and his family, only the meeting and uncle would return, and few people would talk to me. Even the servants only uttered the minimum necessary words. Norma and his father continued to be ignored. It's as if you're not there.
From the time of the baby until the age of seventeen, Norma spent time here. The norm of the period of multitude could not stand its cold. So sad, I hated this house. I thought this house hated itself, too.
But last year, Lecan informed me of an unexpected fact.
My father and Norma were truly loved. You were right, if you ask me. Zinger is the unconditional and believable asylum and understanding person and irreplaceable person for Norma. It was the Wazlov family that pointed the zinger at me. He gave me such a big gift. There is no doubt that there is a strong love there.
The words of Godfrey, the previous Marquis, that his brother's vengeance must be taken, make the back of his nose numb and his chest hot every time he remembers. So many thoughts, Godfrey held me to my father, Thursfree, a distant brother of his age.
"Godfrey was a machine named Marquis. But I think what your father said when he died was a human word with hot blood."
"And Godfrey took his brother's revenge, and retrieved his wand and sent it to Zinger"
"I delivered your mother's wand to you. That's how Godfrey feels about you."
A man named Rekan has the power to soak up people's truths, although his usual attitude does not. Via that Lecan insight, Norma could be swept away by the feelings of the previous Marquis.
When that happened, the hatred for the Wazlov family disappeared, breaking loose like snow. Come to think of it, the treatment at the Wazlov family was not a bad one. Even by locking my mother up, I've even come to think that only by doing so could I protect my mother.
No, the truth is, I knew it from the beginning. Norma's pitiful brains and observation had a good grasp that they were being generously treated by the Wazlov family. I just didn't want to admit it.
Manfrey in front of me right now is my cousin, but I've barely talked to him. However, there are still burning sights in this person's eyes. Ten years ago, when Norma and my father walked out of this house, there was a man-free figure standing by the gate and staring at this one. I can't go all the way out there, but I can't think of any other reason why I was in a place like that. The memory of his appearance became a slight glimmer of loneliness.
So Norma has no malice against Manfrey. Rather, he was a strange and nostalgic man in this House.
"Is the task of compiling my uncle's work going away?
"Yes, in the beginning, I intended to manuscribe as much as possible what my father left behind as it was with minimal modifications. But with my advice, I decided to rewrite each one to create a new one that my father really wanted to leave behind as far as I knew."
"Wouldn't that be a lot of trouble?
"No. It is many times harder to make sure that what is present is made sense properly. It was much easier and more decent to write new where there was nothing, and in the end, I realized that was what my father wanted to write."
"Hmm. Can I ask who the Lord of Advice is?"
"Sir Prado Goncourt and the writer, Lord Lacruz."
"Lord Lacruz? He is currently the best writer in the kingdom. No one deserves more to entrust my uncle with his work. And Lord Prado. You found your place in the Goncourt family."
"Yes."
"Right. That's good."
There seemed to be a slight grin on that face mouthing the tea.
"By the way, please do it again. In my uncle's work, would you please mention Sarsfree Wazlov and the author's name? Please."
"Yes. This way, please. I think my father would love that, too."
"Will you listen to me? Thank goodness. A first-class Armamir cleric from the temple of King's capital, Elex, has visited our house before. My father was in a very good mood at the dinner table that day. I went out of my way to look at my house for a sars-free book, and my brother's research was a first-level study by experts on the road, and he dried the cup many times."
"Yes, then Master Godfrey said clearly that that was written by his brother Thursfree, And he said that Thursfree is dead, but about other studies, a therapist named Norma in the town of Voca would know,"
"Well. I see. Is that why it happened? Oh, so. I see. But thanks. If I didn't add Wazlov's name to my uncle's work, my late father would scold me."
Manfrey moistened his throat with tea and changed the subject.
"Well, let's talk about what you asked me to come this time"
"Yes."
"Do you know the Princess of Snowflake?"
"No. I've never heard of it"
"Right. Has your uncle died in secret?"
Then Manfrey told me a surprising story about Norma's origins.