A touching reunion with my half-sister is discouraging.
The half-sister, Graciela, in the heat as if she had a miracle reunion with her living parted lover, welcomed Berta to the La Marta Taishou Hall and spent a day with her sisters until dinner so that she wouldn't let go of her side for a moment.
The evening also saw the rendezvous of Lamarta Shin Taisho, Graciella's husband, for a pleasant personal time for the three of us. Tomorrow comes a line of royal inspections, including Harold's, and Berta will also return after looking around town with them.
"It's good to see you and your sister. When you came in two years ago, you were flustered and suddenly decided, right? I was an apprentice at my mother's house just then, just before I found out you were in, and my last greeting didn't come true. If I hadn't been able to see my sister for the rest of my life, I would have resented my father for deciding to marry her."
"Your father must have had a hard time dealing with you."
When Berta is having trouble imagining it, Graciella's husband Oracio snorts firmly in his cheeky face.
"I think you're right about the princess. Graciella mourned the separation as if it were the protagonist of the tragedy"
Oracio, who was to succeed Lamarta, was originally from Kasha's division, and he had long called himself the princess about Berta.
What did he call Graciella back in the day? As far as Berta's memory was concerned, I couldn't think of much contact between the two.
"And I was surprised that you guys were married. Who worked on the fringe?
The newlyweds looked at each other in the same motion as a mirror of left and right symmetry.
"Especially not who. I don't know what made it that way."
"Right. Both Oracio and I were at the right age as we blurted out of the conversation. Most importantly, my sister had a baby and she wasn't going to be back for a while."
Oracio stopped what Graciella was about to say in jeopardy.
"Graciella. That kind of story doesn't fit in the princess's shoes right now."
She nodded with a face that she didn't know very well.
Well, during a good time, there was always the presence of a guard with a stinking face, refraining from Berta's shadow.
Berta spent the whole day ignoring him, but the silent claims were so depressing that she decided to just clean them up if she was going to.
At the end of the day, Berta spoke to the man on the wall while the samurai supported her in her pre-bedtime tea.
"If you have something to say to me, I'll only ask you three minutes."
Joel has stopped extra foreboding and threw a straight ball after being lost for a few beats to choose the words.
"Please lighten the disposition that Henri will give you, Your Highness."
His twin one-cracked Henri would be cautious across the Great River by now. Sometimes this one is under inspection, and its disposal is shelved.
"I'm not the one who decides that. Instead, why would I work for Henri Otto?"
"I understand you can't. I don't mean to be so generous as to ask Her Royal Highness to cover me, it's just that Her Majesty will have more discretion in disposing of her than Her Majesty has recognized in such circumstances Henri's disrespect. If you wish, Henri will resign from her post and we will take care not to see Her Royal Highness again. So please, will you excuse us for taking our title or sending ourselves to the monastery?"
It's a tough topic to deal with in three minutes.
From the first place, Berta wondered why Joel was on his wings running to wipe his ass.
"How could you not stop Henri before she grew that far?
I wasn't really interested in Joel's claim, but I was curious, so the conversation went on.
"Henri is indeed foolish, but if I may be disrespectful, I find myself foolish only by those who are too inclined towards Her Royal Highness, the princess of the former head of the South"
I felt like I saw a gray royal palace behind Joel, which shriveled my pleasant travel mood a little.
"Shameless nobles like Johanna Schulde are the stupidest. Your Highness does not understand that you are not truly worried about the fate of this country."
"Right. You're certainly the smartest of the three."
Berta poked at his weakness for now to cut the conversation off.
"Clever you would know, but it would be wise to just give up your barren love for your wife"
Joel thought he would fix it with his usual soaking face, but unexpectedly he looked up and dyed his face bright red a moment later.
Feeling like he was abusing a busy younger man, Berta was inspired by a stronger reaction than she thought.
"I met Viscount Schulde, but those two were a couple of rumours. You're out of luck you couldn't catch Johanna when she was just a kid. I guess I haven't been able to honestly show favor since I was a little girl."
"Oh, to you, what do you know!
He really, maybe he's in pretty painful love. Joel's reaction was fresh for Berta, who can't understand how heavy it feels to be that much.
However, I gave advice on the face of translation when I didn't know.
"In your doctrine, isolation is unrealistic, so it's better for you not to have reckless wishes."