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The descriptions of the family lineage are made by notification of the parties. As long as there are no obvious lies or mistakes, it must be described as such. You can't alter what you've notified yourself, and you can't ignore what you've notified.
"I know. I know, Lord Fujisr. But you'll see. If we accept this notification, we will admit that the royal family, the Chancellery and the Reinzatz family were lying about the survival of Princess Lauresia. Modifications must also be made to the Royal Genealogy. It takes a lot of preparation. I just need to get some time."
A time of silence arose.
Fujisr stares at the Chancellor with a hard gaze.
Norma stood up all the time.
"Lord Fujisul. Apparently I have not had His Excellency the Chancellor recognize me as the grandson of Princess Lauresia. Then you can't have me sitting in this seat. You should sit down."
Fujisr is the house of the famous Marquis Wazlov.
Deacon is nothing but a servant, but no housekeeper. He is the one who divides the house on behalf of the Lord, and when the Lord is absent or in the event of an accident, he is a subordinate of the belly who gives judgment and instructions on behalf of the Lord.
It is not strange to be a nobleman with a title if you are also a housekeeper of a landlord as much as the Wazlov family. Fujisr does not hold the title, but as the Lord's nominee, he is in a position to be treated equally to the Lord.
Unless Norma is the princess who draws the supreme blood, the head of this line will be Fujisr. Until now, however, Norma sat on the couch and Fujisul stood behind him. The Chancellor said nothing about it. On the contrary, I let Norma be more polite to me. There is deception there. There's a deception as if I even recognize Norma as a noble being. That's why Norma accused the Chancellor of standing up.
"Oh, no. For a while."
Ignoring the prime minister's suppression, Norma stepped back. Fujisul went forward with a small meeting with Norma and sat on the couch.
"Well, Chancellor. I'd like to know what you did for us."
"It's Lord Norma I called you. Not you."
"Are you going to negotiate something over our Lord's head with our princess? For Princess Norma, this Fujisul will ask you."
"It's not an exaggeration to negotiate, etc. I just wanted to talk a little bit. Lord Norma, could you please sit down? I didn't stand there, but it was hard to talk to."
If they are out lousy, but put that word on, this one will have been disrespectful this time. Norma sat on the couch. Fujisul moved to the left to make a place for Norma to sit.
"Nevertheless, Lord Norma, son of Lord Thursfree, you must be the therapist of the town of Voca and the pharmacist Norma."
At some point, the language has changed. But even as a norm, I'm more comfortable with these bulky words than being spoken in a twisted rhetoric.
"Yes."
"Right. Is that what you are? As a matter of fact, Your Majesty is greatly appreciative of what you have done to guide Scarabel. We're talking about the prize."
"I don't work that much"
Eda behind me is the one who deserves that gratitude, Norma didn't say. If they haven't noticed, they thought they should leave it unaware.
Then some time later, the Chancellor praised Norma for his knowledge and abilities and praised his father for his sars-free performance. Though it is a blurry compliment, the Chancellor's assessment was precise that held the snake, and I was still happy as a norm.
Gradually, the topic became the first of Norma's life in voca, and then a question arose as to whether he had ever seen the sea subtly.
The intent of this question is clear. I'm trying to see how interested I am in becoming the main or side room of the Giddo or Smark Marquis.
So Norma replied that she had never seen the ocean and would never see it again.
I'm getting tired of these exchanges, too, so Norma, he slashed in a little.
"My Lord Chancellor, by the way. Earlier, you said," We met. "
"Yes, yes. That's the thing. Do you know that marriages between aristocrats of more than a certain status require royal forgiveness?"
"We have only heard of it as a meal, but His Excellency the Chancellor decided it was a pageant?
"Men and women of all ages meet on purpose, so I guess it's not weird if there's a matchmaking intent there"
"You didn't get a notification from the Marquis Giddo or the Marquis Smark that it was a pageant."
"None"
"Well, I'd like to congratulate you on saying it's a pageant. If you say so and I give you a response affirming it, it will be a pageant. So far, it's just a meal, nothing more."
"Mm."
The Chancellor looked a little uncomfortable.
Norma returned a soft cheeky grin.
"To be honest, we have no idea, either. Why both houses summoned Princess Jerez and me, the intention being. What am I going to do when I call a country man who's neither young nor beautiful like me?"
For a while the Chancellor stared into Norma's eyes and sighed a small.
"You're certainly a scholar. I'm having a conversation with a good inquisition about the meaning of the word."
"I'm afraid so."
The Chancellor asked Fujisr about the health of the Wazlov family owners, and exchanged two or three words before announcing the end of the talks.