Sevens

At night, I went out in the hallway, sat in a chair, and fell asleep, and I was meeting my ancestors in a room I didn't know.

How did this happen? I didn't even understand it myself.

"I mean..."

There's a big round table in the center of the room, surrounded by it and we're sitting. The chair was big and the back part was over my head.

I deserve a luxurious indoor chair, but I don't feel realistic anywhere. Throughout the room, blue, round balls were embedded as decorations.

There are also blue glowing balls in the center of the table.

"You must have miseducated me!

"Not me! Mostly, the Walts were male, and Lyell was officially determined to pick them up! It's definitely not my fault! If I were on the spot, I'd beat my son up!

A barbarian style man and my grandfather are fighting and grabbing each other.

At first glance, a barbarian style man prevailed, but the reaction around him was cold. Leave you two alone and go back to my story.

A man dressed like a hunter asked me to explain earlier.

"Shall we leave the two of us alone and continue our conversation? When that happened, Lyell was due to be the ninth generation, but lost to his sister and stopped picking up and was kicked out of the house. I've had quite a few problems so far, but at this point, it's okay. '

I try to move on, but there comes the [first Basil Walt], who led the pioneering group, as the first generation of the Barbarian-style man - the regional aristocrat Walt family.

'It won't be good though! Losing to a younger girl is the next winner? Don't be ridiculous!'

"You barbarian! What are you saying to my grandson!

My grandfather beats up the first generation, but the ambience is cold.

But the hunter-style man - [second-generation Crassel Walt] flushed lightly with a chilled feeling.

'Cause that's not the problem. Shall we both sit down?... Well, normally it's our opinion not to let a girl inherit the principals. At least, I'm good, but I don't take girls for granted, and I didn't even come to teach you to do that. "

I also agree with the second-generation opinion that the third-generation sitting next to it - [third-generation Slay Walt].

Someone who feels light-hearted, dressed like a junior aristocrat.

'Right. In fact, I took the lead, and my son, [Marks], had a daughter, but he took the lead.'

The third generation of Slays is the first of its kind in the Walt family. But the image I am hearing is that of a righteous general who tried his best to succeed in the King's retreat.

He was the man who was said to have prevented 10,000 troops by himself.

I just don't feel that impression at all from the person in front of me.

"Though you would have died in battle before you took over! That's how hard you think I've been through!

This one is also dressed like a nobleman would wear. But like the second generation, there was an aura of hardship.

[Fourth Generation Marks Walt] is the head of the Walt family when they became barons.

And the fifth generation is exhaling.

[Fifth Generation Fredrix Walt] is also the best color-lover in the Walt family. In addition to his wife, he had four concubines.

But unlike the image, it doesn't seem that light.

'Ha, everyone will have a hard time. I had a hard time, too. "

Then a wild sixth generation with red hair nodded. [Sixth Generation Fines Walt] is a person who has also taken dirty means to become a Count family.

My father was spilling stupidity that there was an image of a sixth generation that was detrimental to the Walt family.

'Right. But the reason I took my daughter for the swordsmanship battle... Broad, you haven't really failed in your education, have you?

[Seventh Generation Broad Walt] will be my grandfather.

"My son was excellent from the eyes of his parents. Besides, as far as I can remember at the end, Lyell was next in line and Ceres was supposed to be educating only as a Walt girl... '

There are ancestors in front of me, and they're arguing over me. This is just a situation I don't understand.

The second generation listens to me and draws conclusions.

"It's impossible to smash it..."

I agree with that shattered word, and with the surroundings.

"Right."

"Right."

"That idiot son...... I'll beat you to death"

And the story came back to me. Now the fourth generation, who is wearing glasses with an aura of hardship, just like the second generation, asks me.

'That's where you're concerned, isn't it? Because even if Lyell loses, I don't know what his strength is. Was that Ceres full of talent?

They asked me about Ceres, and I looked down. I don't even want to remind you, but I guess I have to explain.

(If you want to explain it anyway, do you want to finish it here?)

I thought so, and I explained Ceres.

Two younger sisters, doing everything. That means you'll learn what I've spent hundreds of hours on in a matter of hours.

And most importantly -.

"My sister is perfect. The same goes for studying, but should I say it's more of an atmosphere..."

"The atmosphere? And it's perfect. The fact that the Lord is a woman is quite a disadvantage? Did something just make it up to you?

The first generation who sat on the table in barbarians' clothes devoured my story.

"... everyone is attracted. Even my parents looked at me at first. But the atmosphere has been strange since I was over ten years old... And the atmosphere of the mansion is gradually centered in Ceres."

To that extent, the first generation was silently contemplating.

And the fourth generation starts the conversation by partitioning the spot.

"I mean, he admitted around him that he was more talented than Lyell, too," he said? What about that neighborhood, Mr. Broad of the Seventh Generation? '

My grandfather snaps his neck.

'No, he was cute because he's definitely my grandson, but when he asked me if that was it... I knew it was impossible.'

My grandfather denies it. I agree. By the time my grandfather was alive, the atmosphere in the mansion was normal.

My sister and I have never been particularly close.

And the fifth generation opens its mouth.

"The atmosphere has changed since the age of seven or eight, right? Then maybe he also expressed his skills. It's not strange if it occurs as early as that. '

The third generation says something negative about that opinion.

'I don't know. I often don't notice it when it's expressed. Even if it's expressed, I'm about ten years old as soon as I can actually use it. When that happens, is it tough for a period of time? Lyell himself is expressing his skills, and now he doesn't seem to realize it.'

[Skills] - It's one of those benefits that humans living in this world are not like the magic they've given God.

One per person is regarded as a principle, and it is humans who have honed and fought that skill.

Most importantly, it was possible to reproduce it with technology. Anyway, the balls I got were also skilled by the masters of history...

(Wait a minute. I heard that voice when I was taken care of in Zell's cabin, didn't I? Then, I could hear it firmly... since I got the balls)

When I notice and raise my face, the third generation speaks to me wondering if I had finally noticed. And he also told me that he was expressing his skills.

'I'm not in shape yet, but the balls are reacting and saving my skills. That's why we were able to react. "

In an unexpectedly knowledgeable third generation, I checked to see what skills I had spoken.

"Um, what the hell is my skill?

'I wonder if you know that. But I think blue balls are a support system because they express [support system] skills.'

Skills are roughly divided into three types.

It is a skill dominated by melee [avant-garde system]. This is said to be expressed by red balls.

Yellow balls have what they call [the rear guard system] skills.

Blue seems to be a support system.

skills that fall into three categories, but once seemed to be oriented to some extent by balls.

Apparently, the Walt family has expressed their skills in the support system because they had blue balls.

"... When I do, am I a support system too?

'You look unhappy. But my support system was popular. "

The third generation looks at my disgruntled face and says:

In this day and age, the skills of the rear guard system are still preferred, aware of the high firepower.

But...

"My time was avant-garde and supportive, and the rear guard system was an affair."

When my grandfather says so, the second generation also raises questions or necks.

'When I was you, the support system was an affair. Different times, huh?

Then the fourth generation returns the derailed topic.

'Anyway, it's unlikely that a daughter named Ceres expressed some skill and for that reason the Walt family misjudged the line,' he said. And then Lyell didn't really have the vessel to be the owner. "

I didn't say a word when they said that. I've been desperate, but I've worked so hard that I don't deserve it.

If you are told that you do not have the talent you deserve to lead the Walt family that has become the Count's, that is until then.

But...

'But that's too unnatural. To see the answer, it's not that bad either. Now you have a dependable minister, and if Lyell doesn't have to rely on a boy, it's normal for him to be chosen as the main one, right? Even if a daughter named Ceres is full of talent, there are many disadvantages to being the main one'

The fifth generation says it has its disadvantages to take the girl lightly for the lead. In fact, some houses are dominated by women.

But the main reason is surrogacy and the fact that the house is in order. It's not uncommon for a feminine house to talk about dominating boys, but vice versa, I've never heard much of it.

Sometimes if something happens, the Lord goes to war.

Few houses let women out to places like that. I'm not saying he's not here, but he's still a minority.

"Broad, how's the ministerial corps? Do you have a house where you can celebrate Ceres and plot to take over?

To the opinion of the sixth generation, my grandfather thinks.

'I hope not, but I'm not in the same position as a minister. It's impossible to get married and take over. Even the most prestigious house is the Baron's Foxz family, but that hasn't happened there for a long time...'

Then the second generation reacts.

"Huh? The Foxz are ministers? Huh! Yea!! '

And even the first generation I was thinking about, I get up and panic out.

"Is that a fox tin! Is that the Foxxx family in the neighboring territory?

Oyassan? I didn't know why.

For a long time, the Foxz family was a Walt minister. I'm in a position to be called a jury. Barons are gaining, but in the form of being given the territory of the Walt family, which is my parents' home.

The fourth generation was also a dick.

But the fifth generation...

"What's that? 'Cause I dubbed him and got the surrounding territory. We took the form of the Foxz family reluctant to move, so it's natural for them to become ministers?

But a second generation yells at this.

'Don't joke! How much you think we took care of our brothers! You guys, if the Foxz family weren't in the neighboring territory, they wouldn't have been here by now!

In the second generation, which forcefully theorizes how much he was looked after, the fourth also asks the fifth generation in surprise.

What do you mean? I told you, didn't I? Thank you so much for your help, I told you to take care of your relationship!

And the fifth generation answers pale.

"Yeah, that's why I told Fines to go through the Duke's process. You did, didn't you?

When the fifth generation took confirmation to the sixth generation, the sixth generation nodded.

"Well, you did."

I thought when I heard this exchange.

(Something is very confusing. I mean, the voices are so far away...)

Then there was the voice of a person who was not here.

"Master Lyell?

"Dear Ryer, it's over."

"Uh... yeah"

I woke up. I looked like I was asleep in a rattled, rocking chair. You were tired, he slept well.

Nowem, who wiped his body and washed his head, stood there.

"You were tired. The underwear is washed and dried in hot water. It should be dry by tomorrow."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

When I get up, my feet flutter. Nowem supports my body and takes me to my room.

(Was this a dream before?

That's what I thought, I heard my first generation.

'Wait... what's this kid's last name? I was worried about something. The atmosphere is somewhat......'

Then there was my grandfather's voice.

'I've grown up a long time, but I'm the second daughter of the Foxz family. I didn't think you were becoming Lyell's fiancée.' Cause you have a different personality. '

"Nah!!"

The first generation screams. Very loud, but it doesn't sound like Nowem.

"... it wasn't a dream"

When I squeal, Nowem snaps his neck.

"What is it, Master Lyell?

But fatigue is worse than that. I'm more tired than I was earlier, and walking is a hundred million hijacks. I never thought I'd be so tired.

When Nowem takes me to bed, I lie down and fall asleep. The last thing I heard was Nowem's kind voice.

When I lie down, they hang blankets.

"Rest not, Master Lyell"