Upon returning from school to the Mansion, the butler, Gerald, reported that Tristan had returned.
Tristan came here late at night, while I was sleeping.
In the morning, Tristan was refreshed until I left, so I haven't seen her face yet.
It seems that I went to the royal castle with Uncle Julius today for a discussion about Grace. When Uncle Julius is finished, he goes to college with his feet, and it seems that he is late to return home. I'm sorry I bothered you so much.
Gerald said he had just come back with Quentin and taken him to the reception room. Let's meet before the booze starts.
The fact that you didn't swallow it outside would mean something about today's discussion.
"Welcome, Father, Uncle Quentin!
From the wagon brought in, there are also maids who prepare drinks and glasses, and greet them with a proper choice of words.
I haven't seen my parents and children in months, and my eyes are full of joy.
"Gladys!"
Tristan, who stood between his desks and sat down on the sofa opposite Quentin, immediately stood up and walked towards me with a big crotch.
"You're getting more beautiful!
Hold me up as usual. I was also willing to sweeten and hug. Quentin's facial expression, which she doesn't want to express, is in sight. What a face you have in front of your moving parents and children.
"Good trip, Father."
The Tristan returns to the sofa, holding me in my arms as I struggle to enter the King's Landing in the Imperial Army.
"Father. I wonder how you feel about a knee hug this year?
"Are you gonna take away my pleasure?
If you say so, I don't hate it either, and it's okay, I'm still being held sideways.
"Hey, what am I supposed to do with this?"
When the family was down and there were only three of them, Quentin burst into it like she was tired of it.
"Well, you'll have to get used to it, won't you?
I think that's the most constructive way to deal with it. Mm-hmm.
Even if it appeared in Quentin's eyes that her teacher was riding on her brother-in-law's friend's lap.
"In the first place, I don't know how to deal with you, but I'm worried about you."
"Uncle and niece are fine, right? Hey, Dad."
Yes, Gladys.
My parents and children just replied with a smile. I don't want to be treated like a teacher anymore.
"Oh, I see. I guess I'm the one who takes it seriously and looks stupid."
I'm glad Quentin was convinced.
"Ah, it's forbidden to drink while I'm here."
I immediately issued a restraining order to my father and uncle, who reached out to the glass.
"Why?"
"I can't drink."
"Is that it? Was that it?
"Yeah, it smells like I'm drunk."
As she watched our interaction, Quentin had a complex look on her face.
"Speaking of which, Grace didn't like alcohol at all... really, it's getting more and more alike."
"How similar is it to a mistake?
When I asked a very serious question, I immediately shook my neck to the side.
"No, I won't make a mistake with you. Even if it looks similar, it's completely different. If you see someone you know, you'll soon know. Not to mention if the contents aren't even grease."
I was a little relieved to hear the same answer as Max. Quentin knows both, and he's sure to be observant.
"So, after all, what happened to Grace?
Let's get down to business. I'm sure I wanted to see you, but this is the biggest problem.
"By and large, Julius put the story together, so I just approved it, but I don't think it has anything to do with us. As always, there has been no particular change in the response. If you show up in front of me, I'll kill you as a monster."
Tristan's answer was as clear as expected. Quentin nodded.
"Me, too. You look like your dead sister, but it's just a coincidence. It has nothing to do with the Duke of Ingram. I've been talking about how to deal with monsters, but I don't care about them at all, and I don't want them to."
Each one of them is so pale that it doesn't seem like an ex-wife or a sister. That must be the answer to Grace's way of life...
But Quentin murmured in a slightly bitter tone.
"Hey... why was it Grace?
"--Perhaps the best reason is because I was born."
That's the only answer to that question.
Even so, the Duke's veins, which have been familiar with monsters for centuries. Besides, it is the flesh that holds my soul in my stomach that has traveled countless times back and forth through different worlds, and is sure to receive its feedback. Even more powerful magic by birth.
The location may also be a problem.
The place where Grace was buried was indeed the same as the garden where the third sacrifice recall took place. In other words, there should be characteristics around there that make it easy to connect with the direction.
Is it true that there was a great dependency on accepting intruders from other worlds just as the monster body exited the gate?
Well, anyway, a lot. As I told Douglas, I can only imagine that conditions have miraculously overlapped. It is the ultimate salvation that is unlimited and difficult to reproduce. I can't wait to see so many of those bugs.
"Still...."
I can give my thoughts to my biological mother, who has no affection but has no sympathy.
"Grace is so pathetic... If I had come to school, I would have done my best to correct it as a problem child."
I'm so sorry my family didn't love me so much. I'm still on your father's lap.
If you think about it, the situation I grew up in may be quite bad.
An environment that we were able to push through because our mother died early and only had power and talent. There is no stopper, and arrogance grows indefinitely.
In the end, he was abandoned by his brother, and, as queen of a narrow kingdom alone, he lived as he pleased, and died alone without being loved by anyone, without doing anything.
If you say so strongly, in that life you made me die and gave birth to me.
Somehow, I think it's a strange fate, strangely entangled with me.
"But I'm sure you didn't come to school with any hands. I don't think she's the one who puts up with the bad stuff."
As I murmured, Tristan and Quentin looked at each other.