In the residence of King's Landing, Gladys grew up slowly and relaxed and free.
Nobody ties her up.
I will educate her not to be ashamed, but everything else remains as she wishes.
Be smart and let go. Her conflicting nature doesn't bother her at all, no matter what kind of pussy she slaps her in. I leave everything to my own discretion. It's a fascinating story to advise the Great Prophet on the way forward.
It seems like a little niece because, in the end, everything turns out fine.
It doesn't bother anyone, even if it looks like it's on its own. Don't hesitate to say anything, but don't lie or be unfair. If you say anything, make sure it's in front of you.
I think they grow up straight everywhere, to be honest with you.
Typical of slander is waste, but her waste is different from her mother's Grace. I can't complain because it's all covered by funds earned with my talent, and even profitable. Rather, I'd rather have my lovely niece give me more presents.
Everyone in the Mansion shared the same thoughts, raising a small, loving princess with warm eyes.
When Gladys was five years old, there was a great prophecy.
"Uncle. This year, cycla wheat is the staple food for diet. I hope everyone does the same."
Unexpectedly, Rowan and I looked at each other.
Rowan is my secretary, hired as an assistant to run the territory, and of course a man who has slipped through Gladys' sorting. He soon noticed the ominousness of Gladys' words.
Not wheat, but cycla wheat is a good reason. Wheat does not grow, but strong cycla wheat does. Probably a weather disaster. Earthquakes, floods, and insects make no difference.
I was still a student at Balfour School, but I took a break from school for a while and went back to the Territory to prepare for famine. Thanks to Grandpa Theodore's all-out help, my strange strategy was implemented without much confusion.
Agriculture is my specialty, while activities are aimed at protecting the lives of the people. There was an experiment I wanted to try.
Typhoon, water shortage, heat, cold summer, or something else - it's unknown, but something happens anyway.
Large-scale cultivation experiments to compare and verify the cultivation status of each grain, vegetable, and fruit in harsh conditions under exactly the same conditions. This identifies the subjects that can be harvested most efficiently in that environment. That's what I wanted to do.
Manpower and money depend on the difference. It's not an experiment that can be turned into a dark cloud, but something is bound to happen this year.
I ran without hesitation.
The result is cold summer. As Gladys predicted, cycla wheat was the most efficient crop to harvest in the cold summer. However, there were several other unexpected crops that leapt through, leading to a novel discovery.
After taking and analyzing the statistics of that vast amount of data, a paper compiled after three years won the Harvey Prize, the most valuable as a researcher.
I even tried to give up the path of researchers.
But before the prize, I am more than happy to know how valuable this research is for the lives of the people and the people - it was done.
Not only is this angel adorable, but he also gives me the courage to take the path I tried to give up.
I must protect the happiness of my beloved niece, no matter what.
The Gladys have apparently changed since the tea party about eight months ago.
Until then, her behavior was based solely on her likes and dislikes and intuition. But after that, it is clear that deep knowledge and thoughts underlying it can be read.
I don't know what happened to her - whether it was a revelation from heaven or not.
What is certain is that Gladys is now aware of the power of his great prophet.
I am silent because I chose to live my life as a normal girl.
Then I will do my best to support that choice.
Make friends as normal girls, go to school, fall in love, get into fashion work of your choice - in any case, live a normal woman's life.
If it's time to get married one day, I'll do my part to bring it to the bridegroom. I have to figure out how to round up my brother.
The Gladys said they were leaving for Langley territory.
By now, there may already be a disturbance in the territory.
Probably because he's going to move in to support my professorship.
If she moves, things will move. The purpose of what you intend to do in the Territory is largely predictable. Problems at the Langley house are the most rounded way to settle. But I still don't know what to do about it. Because people's minds are difficult.
Or is everything visible in the blue eyes looking ahead?
Either way, I don't care what the result is. I accept everything Gladys does.
Everything in my life is betting on her a long time ago.
Let's just wait and see what that angel does next.