Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

Graham, fall.

When the newspaper came in, Fioria was visiting the Regalia Empire.

The meeting with the eighty-eighth emperor, Dalk, is over. No, I immediately turned back to the Kingdom of Tristan.

The means of travel are neither by land nor by sea.

All too late for this.

I don't know how many days it will take.

… then the answer would be set in one, wouldn't it?

"Heavenly Drive's Light Wings (Oracle)"!

On Fioria's back, the wings of the light were winged.

A violent wind blows.

Little by little, he ascends to heaven, deceiving his golden hair.

Just reached some height, a few seconds stop.

Like it was bounced, it popped out.

Run through the Ethereal Dome.

Break through the wall of sound speed, faster, faster!

On our way, the Kingdom of Tristan.

The main house of the Florence family, in Tristana, the king's capital.

The landing was quiet, back-to-back with intense velocity.

Slowly flapping his wings, he descends into the garden without sound.

Upon entering the mansion, Fioria headed straight for her father's bedroom.

Knock on the heavy black door.

"It's Fioria. Are you sure now?

"That's fast enough. Well, come on in."

Graham, his father, was on the bed.

He is in a half-waked position and wears blue sleeping clothes.

"Father, are you all right?"

"Don't worry. The doctor said it was just too much work."

Kuku, and Graham leaks a bitter laugh.

"I didn't expect to fall when I was overworked. I've faded, too."

"You'll be sixty years old already this year. Don't push too hard."

Fioria cried out as if she were working.

Graham looked much smaller than before.

Would the cheeks have been so thin?

Was there so many wrinkles?

The atmosphere, once uninterrupted, lurked into the sky, causing a terrible, calm air.

"Father, shouldn't it be time to retire"

"That's hard. King Vincent's reform has just begun. If I get out of here, the court won't decompose in the air."

"When you return, can you just work as well as before?

"…… My daughter is a lot tough."

Graham exhales deeply, deeply.

"Sure, you're right. You can't beat the annual wave. Apparently old came all at once. - With me, I would have returned the prime minister if circumstances allowed it. But there is no one left behind."

"What are you talking about, father? Instead, he'll be right in front of you."

The face of Fioria, who said so, was kind everywhere.

"After parents, what the child inherits. … leave the rest to me to rest my body slowly."

My name is Graham D. Florence.

The Duke of Florence heads the family and serves as the prime minister of the Kingdom of Tristan.

Being the head of the Duke's house.

Being the Prime Minister of the Kingdom.

Objectively speaking, they would both be quite burdensome.

If you accidentally make a mistake, the Kingdom of Tristan itself gets lost in the streets, not just in the Duke of Florence territory.

But to be honest, neither the Duke nor the Chancellor are such heavy titles to me.

Because you have a heavier responsibility.

- Being the father of Fioria di Florence.

The position is too heavy.

The whole of the Belgian continent, no, it's like it carries all the future of Mori Luo Wang.

I want you to listen to the old story.

My daughter Fioria was more broken in every sense than she was when she was a child.

A 'Virgin' who has an inexhaustible equal of magic and uses light magic as well as wind.

He was the fourth bearer of the Staff of Divine Punishment in history, and under the Kaoru of his late wife Flora, he made all swordsmanship, mastery, bowing, and axe - martial arts and crafts - his own.

Suffice it to say that he has a brilliant appearance, and even a clear brain, reading history books and political books from when he is not three years old, and smashing his pride into pieces when he blows his arguments to the blurry nobles of other houses.

Fioria was an excellent child. He was very good. He was too good.

So I didn't know how to deal with him as a parent, and without knowing it, I kept Fioria away.

… No.

Looking back again, I guess I felt inferior to Fioria.

My daughter is too substandard as a human being.

What a mediocre thing to compare yourself to.

My shortness makes me want to scratch my chest for the first time.

To divert attention from that humiliation and protect the pride without...

I distanced myself from the young Fioria.

As a parent, I reflect that it is truly embarrassing.

... It was the will of my late wife that changed me like that.

"I have taught Fioria everything about war.

As a soldier or commander, there will be nowhere more delicacy than that kid.

But...

I'm sorry. I totally forgot about your emotional education.

Maybe it will inadvertently destroy the world depending on your mood.

Tell him something called common sense or morality. Thank you for the rest. "

There was also a terrible round throw.

However, Flora also had some pretty ruinous things to do with Flora, and there were too many problems to entrust Fioria with her emotional education.

I guess I should have done it as a "father, general representative".

However, he was frightened of his inferiority and escaped from his responsibilities as a parent.

As a result...

At the time, Fioria was still a rebirth kind of person of the destroying god.

I have no hesitation whatsoever in exercising immense power, and the mundane triggers could wipe out the Belgian continent.

Emotional education was urgent.

If you don't tell me what it should be like to be a nobleman, the world will perish, not a joke.

There is no longer a respite to remember such things as inferiority.

I repented from the bottom of my heart and decided to bring Fioria around.

Whether you are involved in consular power as a duke or as a prime minister, always.

I use myself as an example and even teach "what it should be like to be a nobleman" on the ground.

- Those who can have it must change the world for the sake of those who cannot have it.

- That is the duty of the noble (Knobless) (Obriege).

Since then, the moon has flown, now.

The world does not perish, and the business of men continues.

If so, I would like to think that the emotional education to Fioria was a success......

"Father of Fioria di Florence" is how heavy a position it is.

Would you have passed it on a little bit?

If it's conveyed, it feels like nothing.

I want you to praise me if you like.

Anyway, it prevented the danger of the annihilation of mankind.

Call me Graham the Brave.

... No, you don't have to call me. It's just a joke.

Anyway, my daughter Fioria grew up as a fine nobleman.

I'm surprised you jumped over the boundaries of the nobility and became the first pope of women in history, but I can also be convinced given the power of that child.

Proud to be a parent.

But at the same time, only slightly, guilty.

That I, once, had a cold crush on a young Fioria...

Even though I later reflected, the ambiguity of the past does not disappear.

After all, what does Fioria think of me as her father?

Usually, I would have kept that question in my chest.

But he may have felt weak because of the illness.

On the verge of Fioria leaving the room, who came to visit me, I asked.

"- Was I human enough for your father?

"- Was I human enough for your father?

When I left, Graham threw a question at me.

Fioria stopped her from leaving the room.

Fix the queue and face back.

Once again, if you look at your father, he has much more gray hair than before.

The cause is, without a doubt, his return to the post of Chancellor.

I hear it was quite intense.

He must have waved his spicy arms restlessly to rebuild the kingdom of Tristan.

- He that hath must change the world better for him that hath not.

Fioria is proud from the bottom of her heart of her father's desire to fulfill the duties of the noble (Nobles).

Graham's life breathes in his own daughter.

If so, this is how Fioria answers.

"I am truly glad that I was born as your father's child.

... chest up, Graham D. Florence. I'm sure I'll keep my name in history, but it's because of you that I made it. "