After all the preparation, it was such a quick day for the two of us. Nevertheless, you won't have to do that much of a big deal because your parents are just coming. For once, this must be a memorable home for both of us.

For generations, the Duke's lord has decided to spend the rest of his life in the territory after retiring, and well, this house in the country... his parents used to live in the main house too, so bad deception wouldn't work.

Even if not, the cleaning will be fine because the servants have been working hard from time to time, and there will be no problem with the decoration of the house because Sasha, the Duchess of Sense, gives detailed instructions.

If Sasha was fine, I wanted to leave the two of them to Sasha to pick me up... but I'm not feeling stable yet. Sasha can't force me to, so I cleaned up the job I'd finish early and waited a little faster than time.

"Good day? What is it like with your uncle and aunt?

Laurier asked me that as I waited for tea with Laurier after class today.

I don't know what to say because I can only remember Mr. Callis.

"They're very noble and kind people."

"Gentle... are you as gentle as old man and uncle?

Apparently, my loving daughter's tenderness standards include me. I almost loosened my cheeks so sloppily that I'm not happy any more as a parent, but I managed to keep my sinister Han handsome Mr. Callis Smile and stroked Laurier's head and answered.

"Right... I don't know if I'm nice, but you're a great person to think about home first"

"You are so gentle today!

"Yeah. Thanks, Laurie."

When he stroked and gently stroked his head, Laurier smiled happily, "Eh..." Shit... I knew your daughter at home was too angelic!

"Dear Callis. Lady Oscar and Lady Lishana are back."

When I enjoyed hanging out with my daughter that way, Sieg gave me such a report in good time.

Hmm... well, time with my daughter is important, but I need to welcome you both in the meantime. I put my hand on Laurier and then smiled.

"Well... then Laurier. Shall we?"

"Yes!"

Laurier shook the offered hand happily with that much adorable hand. I have a difference in height, so when I held my hand together, I got a mid waist and it's hard... but I still want to pierce my active duty until I see my grandson's face, so I pretended like there was no such thing as guts there.

"It's been a while. Father, mother.

Reaching the front door, I said that with a smile on my face.

An old man with a somewhat surprising look on that smile of mine... just as Mr. Callis in the mirror looks decades old at once, is Mr. Callis' father and former Duke Oscar Fall.

"Long time no see, Callis... I'm relieved you're looking well."

And the woman with such a relieved look at my smile is the former Duchess, Lishana Fall, Mr. Callis' mother.

"Yes. I'm relieved you both seem the same. And... Laurie, can you say hello?

"Ha, yes..."

Laurier, who was hiding behind my feet in my words, came forward modestly and greeted me somewhere nervous.

"Grandpa, Grandma. Hello."

"Laurier... it's been quite a while since I met you when you were born, but... you've grown up."

My mother smiles at Laurier looking used to it somewhere. My mother started talking to Laurier, so I called out to my father, who was still freezing.

"Father. It's been a while."

"Callis... is that it?

"Yes... what is it?

"No... I'm kind of surprised my expression has softened for a long time before I see you."

Well, I certainly can't be surprised because Mr. Callis gave all his parents a pretty harsh look... but I answered without being particularly uptight.

"A man is something that changes if he can have a family. Doesn't your father have experience, too?

"Yes... is it?

Regardless, it is unlikely that you will believe me by saying that my personality has changed, etc., so it is convenient in a way, but I haven't said anything else wrong, so there will be no problem.

My father, who tilts his neck that way, and my mother, who smiles and converses with Laurier. They look great, but they didn't even know they were going to be surprised after this.

... Well, it's 90% my fault.