Nobility is quite a lot of work. Well, from the side, I'd only be seen merciful of my beloved wife and my beloved daughter... but that's also what I do as a finite pleasure in the time I desperately make.

Sometimes I can't really be on my side, even if I want to make more time to adore them both if it's true. I'm especially fine with the job of cleaning up the house... but I really need confirmation at the Royal Castle, and I was currently coming to the Royal Castle alone.

Home security has been here lately and I have positioned my chosen elite, so no pest will ever get close to the Duke's house. In the past, either because of Mr. Callis's appropriateness, or because of his lack of seriousness, or because of his suspicion... he cut off those elements of anxiety without leaving them, and imposed all the reforms he could on the Duke's house.

Well, I felt pretty sorry to see Sieg cry when he saw me like that... but I wouldn't have any choice but to see what Mr. Callis has done so far.

"Oh? This is the Duke of Fall. Long time no see."

When the Chancellor had business and walked down the hallway, he called out to me casually from the front, an old man with a knightly appearance wearing armor. Uh... this guy sure...

"This, Viscount Gleese. Long time no see. No, you in that outfit should be called the Knights Commander?

"If the Duke of Fall is going to join our Knights, that's what I want you to call him. What do you say? Even though I'm retired, I know your numerous medals. Good treatment, I promise you a high status, right?

It is Viscount Grise, who is the head of the Knights in charge of the centre of this country and the head of the Viscount family in his position of nobility, who says so with the seemingly good grin of men.

The former Knights Commander had a pillar of the Duke's house entrusted to him... but the genius of the sword, recognized by the mighty man of his war, who built his present position... that is Viscount Grise.

To such Viscount Gleese's words I said with a bitter smile.

"I'm very happy to invite you, but is it slightly tight on this old body? Besides, I've been pulling myself off the front lines for a long time... and it would be annoying to be a Knights even if such a man were to make such a mistake now."

"I think a lot of members will be happy with your return. Anyway, there are so many fierce men returning to our Knights. It will be a good inspiration for the younger ones... and they will be so pleased with each other from time immemorial."

Buy it... and if you're self-appraising, you can say that, but if you look at Mr. Callis objectively, this appraisal is shooting unexpectedly.

I pulled myself off the front line for more work as head of the Duke of Fall family... but I knew best that Mr. Callis probably had far more skill than the Knights around him.

Well... that's why I didn't mean to join the Knights. Because even if you have more Knights work on your busy job, you're not going to be able to go home and love them both! Living like such a livestock is flat.

By the way, when Mr. Callis was in active duty... well, when he was a so-called newlywed whisperer, he didn't really go home and use the work of the Knights and the Duke's house as a shield to sing about his life like a company animal... but he really couldn't help it. If I were a newlywed animal or a company animal, I'd be scared to the point where I could hurt myself. Well, I'd like to take the time for both of you, but I don't approve of living like that.

"Well, I want to make time with my wife and daughter too, so I won't have to."

With that said, the expression of Viscount Grise, who was gloomy, froze.

I wonder what it is, Viscount Grease said without concealing his surprise look.

"I didn't know you'd say something like that... so the rumors were true."

"Rumor?

"Yeah. The Duke of Fall has been here lately, and his relationship with his family is very good... on the contrary, he hears rumors that people are attached to his family like they've changed"

Mr. Callis... you didn't save your family enough to seem like that from other nobles. I kind of feel like I'm about to get a hollow tear... but I went there to visit Viscount Grise when I realized there was a small shadow behind him.

"Viscount Gleese. Behind you is..."

"Nn? Oh, this is rude. This is my son, Leben Gries. Leben, can you say hello?

Yes, the red-haired boy who looked about four or five years old, prompted by Viscount Gleese to put his face out from behind Viscount Gleese... who looked something like that, greeted him with a rattled tremor and a small voice.

"Ra... Leben Gleeze..."