The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Three days have passed since Viscount Galliana and I sipped alcohol.

The last three days have been nothing more than peace.

"Wilk. Sounds like you've worked a lot in the field. That's the child of Qualdenze, everyone said orally. So is your grandfather.... Well done."

"Thank you, Father"

And today, my father finally arrived in Nambonan.

What the coalition was waiting for was waiting for the Marquis of Qualdenze.

When me and my grandfather left Newnelly, they had joined the army on the way. It took nearly a week to arrive, but my busy father said he arrived in about two days because he came in a hurry with an oligarchy.

"Just now, but let's just say I'm going to pass on this requirement. Are you ready for this?

My father is not willing to negotiate, and it seems he intends to unilaterally push the demands to an end.

It is an aristocratic response.

It seems that the Conference of Reconciliation is already ready, and a civilian who has been doing affairs at the Headquarters for a long time now begins to explain to his father.

As a result, a venue for talks was to be set up shortly after this.

To tell the Nambonan council, soldiers of the decree ran into the city.

"After this I enter the city. Wilk, come too."

"Okay."

My father went on to say what came up on my face wondering why I was going with him too.

"You seem to be studying a lot about the situation in the city of Nambonan and the council? Viscount Galliana told me that it would be better to have Wilk present at today's meeting."

"I see."

"Don't worry. Viscount Galliana plans to speak to the Lord in the talks. You just have to stand back and stare."

Apparently Viscount Galliana will speak to the main at the Conference of Reconciliation.

There will be no majesty in the Marquis House, which talks to its civilian counterparts, and it may be appropriate to leave it to the famous Viscount Galliana as the star of Nambonan.

When I thought about it that way, escorts gathered around me.

"Sir. Your escort is ready."

"Then we leave"

Because my father spanned the horses, I'll be like that today.

Walk around the castle gate surrounded by escorts and enter the city, which was usually on foot.

Just plugged into the division of the letter Y, the leading man proceeded to the path on the right.

I unconsciously look the other way. At the end of the road is a tavern with Anna. I haven't held it yet today.

"Wilk, what's going on? You got something over there?

And you noticed my gaze like that, and my father called out to me.

Now when I think about what a fallacy I should be, my grandfather answers my father with a laugh.

"Luxe, don't ask him. You have a daughter in your path who likes Wilk."

Laughing gahahahahahaha, my grandfather said to make it sound like all the escorts around him.

Anyone in the Qualdenze family knows that I've been holding Anna here every day lately, but there's something embarrassing about being put in my mouth like this.

"Well, well. I miss women in the occupied territories. Looks like my brother."

My father's eyes that look at me were not those of my parents that rejoiced in my child's growth, or those of a jerk that rejoiced in porn talk.

I saw something I miss, someone I cherished.

"That's what Non thought. Don't Wilk resemble a Guardacle. This could flood the apartment with women again."

So the story of my father's brother, or uncle, began.

My uncle never met me because he was dead in battle before I was born.

My uncle had originally planned to succeed the Qualdenze family, but he died in battle, so my father was to succeed him.

Listening to the memorabilia my father tells me, I knew very well that I admired my uncle.

It was unexpected to me that noble brothers only had the image of fighting over inheritance.

And the separate mansion where I offended Eve, but it was originally about my uncle building it to surround the woman.

The apartment was not a fucking room, it was a fucking mansion.

Apparently, I was using the apartment correctly.

As we proceeded with Kapo Po and the horse, we approached the castle in the heart of the city.

It's called the Castle of Nambonan, but it just looks like a tight fortress.

The castle of Nambonan looked very miserable, just like the European-style castle painted by Newnelly Castle.

Anna said that she had turned the castle where the old lord lived into the council floor as it was, so she kept it as it was then. The surrounding buildings are more splendid, so it seems to convey the shovoness of Nambonan at the time.

A guard man standing in front of the castle of Nambonan lowered his head to the point where he thought it was a dugout before opening the gate.

"… this is the request, no, the decision"

The harmonious meeting, which began in the form of a face-to-face meeting with ten Council members, immediately began and ended.

There is no room for negotiation.

Parchment paper, which is peppered out by Viscount Galliana, is handed to the senator at the right end and when he finishes reading it is turned to the senator next to him.

First, he opens his eyes, then holds his hand to cover his face, and parchment is handed to the neighboring senator as if to give him something obscene.

But only the first five senators made that move.

"Oh?"

5 The senator leaked his voice, as if it had been a shoulder watermark to see the senator posing in despair and preparing his mind.

By the way, it makes a disgruntled face, but it was a lot better than the first five senators.

The same was true of the senator who was handed the paper to him.

The paper goes round and the paper is handed to me.

"Hmm."

The contents were simple for the price.

Basically, maintain the status quo.

Nambonan will be part of Qualdenze territory, but will be allowed to operate the city independently as before. So, an institution with higher powers than the Council is created, and the people of the Qualdenze family take office.

All walls surrounding the city to prevent treason shall be Qualdenze owned and dismantled. The Municipality of Nambonan shall bear the costs of demolition.

The war-torn councillor confiscates all his property and falls into slavery status.

Apart from that, the city of Nambonan pays compensation to the Qualdenze family. Splittable.

Citizens are not guilty if they respond to disarming.

Anything that goes against this decision is executed. In some cases, joint executions of family members are also allowed.

I thought better and went on to read it, and at the end of the day there was an executioner's list on it.

The people on this list seem to be executed without question.

"Please wait!

"Slash."

The rightmost congressman stood up and the escort chopped off his neck with a sword according to his father's signal.

Blood splashes across the floor.

"The man rebelled. Therefore, the family shall be united."

My father told me to tell the facts in a pale way.

The senators, as well as my skin, felt like I couldn't feel my emotions.

This is nobility.

"Even though it was planned to be executed, the family was supposed to be forgiven if we obeyed in silence..."

That is what Viscount Galliana says in a very sorry voice so that the senators can hear him.

I see. Was he on the execution list earlier? That's why I'm so desperate.

"Make a resolution."

As I slap him, my father says.

Not a single senator tried to defy me.

That is why the Conference on Reconciliation ended without delay.

The next day.

In the early morning my father went back to Newnelly. Looks like the rest of the instructions from now on will be given by letter.

And I came to the house of one of the councillors.

What you've come to do is confiscate your property.

The work itself is carried out by clerical specialists, but the opponent is the representative of the city. They need to make the stare work.

That's why he was asked to be present at the reception site as a pose.

Rumors of blue ghosts seem to be spreading further exaggerated in the city of Nambonan, and the senators were trembling all the time.

Entering a mansion far more luxurious than Castle Nambonan, soldiers take possession under the direction of a civilian.

tons of gold coins to be transported, a bunch of paper in some form of letter of rights, and a number of stunning works of art. Nambonan seemed fairly moist.

The mansion itself is beautiful and well located. Above all, it's great to have a bath.

I think about something evil, like sneaking in later.

Looking at the mansion, where all the golden-eyed things had been held, there was someone standing flashly wondering if it was his family.

"Kohari, your father was spared execution. Be sure to take care of yourself."

"Brother......? Still all gone...? No servants, no one...... I can't believe your father was put down as a slave... oh... my God..."

Lady Kohari and I were comforted by a man who seemed to be my brother, talking like every wow.

Looking at it somehow, a civilian came close to me putting together a soldier.

"Young lady, the property of this mansion has been taken over in advance. We're going to another senator's mansion, how about that?

"Go ahead. I discovered property I hadn't recovered yet."

You mistook me for pointing out a mistake in my job, when a civilian blued his face and corrected his posture.

I laughed and pointed at the property.

When the clerk looked convinced, oh, he thanked him once and then left the mansion.

Make sure the soldiers leave, and stand in front of the two left in the room.

"Oh, I didn't know there was a collection leak here"

I felt blood running down my lower body.