Upon entering Newnelly Castle, I just reported to my father the situation in Nambonan.
Nothing wrong with me becoming Mayor of Nambonan because my father has already approved it. Since no unforeseen circumstances have occurred, I can only say, as planned.
As soon as I finished the report, my father forced the people around him to lower.
"... you seem to be learning a lot of women"
"Yes."
I thought they said you were doing it all over the place.
With no expression on his face, my father puts his cheek cane on.
"It's not a bad thing. Learn to have a good relationship with your future wife."
"Yes, I would like to learn a lot"
Good because it wasn't a tone of blame.
Then my father laughed with his chin on his bush.
"But how did you grow up with this temperament... When I learned about women, they were pretty much the same. My father often scolded me for knowing another woman better. That's what I said I didn't know except my mother.... oops, keep this story a secret"
It's something we talk about all the time. Even if my real father talks about women's experiences, I have trouble knowing how to react.
I'm surprised at the habit of usually looking serious and scary, because every once in a while I get a full porn jerk.
"There aren't many like Wilk. If my brother was alive, we could have gotten along."
... the sight of my uncle and the woman working together came to mind.
Thinking about it, I don't really have a lady crush on nobles I know.
My father and grandfather were just as I heard, and the noble sons who decorated their first line together in the field of Nambonan were not the type of allowances or gradual hands.
Dean Lissi and others were so deliberately bringing their favorite woman out of the castle.
The only time I could think of no moderation in my lower body was like Viscount Galliana, Deanrissi's parent, other than me.
When I turned the story into a father, I was taught that it is normal to love a small number of women as values of the aristocracy in general.
How dare you not eat meals, if you can do it, the value of doing it may be strongly influenced by previous life.
Well, they have exceptions like a dead uncle, so they're not absolute values, and they're not like being repelled. Rather, the aristocratic Yaritin is recommended.
"It is also Wilk's great feat that Nambonan was able to master in his best form. It was a delightful miscalculation. … add the budget you need to learn. Anytime you need anything else, say it."
"Thank you. I'll take care of Nambonan."
My heart danced just a little to the unexpected bonus. I'm not having trouble with the money, but I'm honestly delighted to be complimented on my work.
Comparing my father's age to my previous life's age is just about my direct supervisor, so I kind of recall the Salary Age.
I made a serious face and thanked you very much and I finished my report.
I picked up a little late lunch and invited Fannie to tea after the meal. The place is the usual castle garden.
"Ha, it smells good..."
"That was good. I thought Fannie would love it, so I bought it on my way home. I'm glad you're happy."
"Hehe, I'm glad too. Your brother cares about me even in distant lands."
Fannie seemed pretty lonely leaving a message at the castle where my grandfather, my mother, my father, and even my brother were gone.
My father came to Nambonan for a few days, but even in Newnelly, he was busy working, went to the Mansion of the King's Capital, where his mother was, to socialize with other lords of the realm, and said he had little chance of making contact with Fannie.
I was a pretty snarky fanny when I asked her out for tea, but she was in a good mood as soon as she found out I'd been looking over my souvenirs.
I was right to bother stopping by the village.
"When I drank this in Nambonan, I thought Fannie was my favorite scent."
It's the tea I drank at the tavern the day I framed Anna in many ways.
Anna said it was a tea of flowers that could be taken near Nambonan. I've never had a cup of tea in Newnelly, so I've always wondered.
I thought it was in good shape for a souvenir to Fannie, and on my way home I asked Anna about the village of origin.
Because of the tea, I imagined that it somehow cultivated something like Japanese chanoki from a previous life, but in the village it was growing tall strange plants similar to purple sunflowers to harvest leaves.
The finest seemed to be made by collecting only blooming flowers in the summer to dry and ferment, and unfortunately at times the work was not seen in the village.
They said they had the finest products in stock in the village, so they let me try them. They smelled very good and I enjoyed tea in very beautiful colors.
So much so that I accidentally bought it at the village chief's word. After all, that village chief could be a jerk.
"Well. Ugh, your brother is foreseeable about me, etc. This tea feels warm and truly mixed.... Me, I've always been alone, I've really missed you, haven't I?
With a smile containing only a little worry, Fannie drank her tea.
Never before have I been gone from Newnelly for as long as this one.
For six years, between the ages of 11 and 16, if it were meant to be, it should go to places like schools where nobles set up in the Wang capital gather, but it is currently closed. I've never been through it.
For that reason, it was the first time for Fannie to go through such a long time without a family.
"Brother. Would you mind staying in your room this evening? I want you to tell me a lot of stories."
There was a bright smile there that didn't even think about fine dust such as being turned down.
Would there be an option to say no? No, I don't.
"Oh, okay."
I want to protect you, this smile.
I was walking back to my room, holding my head.
I was going to sleep with Eve this evening...
I feel like I had a similar problem before. I enjoy talking about the night with Fannie, but my fun fun fun sex life is gone.
"Tesh. Any good ideas?
"I think we should call it in at noon for a while. I'll tell the bathroom number."
"Right."
From the way Tesh said it, it would be about Eve to call it in at noon. Exactly. I'm not asking you to call Fannie.
Sex from daytime is like a college student living a crappy life. Unfortunately, I never had such an envious experience in my previous life.
"The servants were guided by the fact that the princess has been missed here lately. So when you see Boy happy to be back..."
After all, the servants seemed worried about Fannie, too.
Exactly. I can't replace my family with a servant, and they probably had an itchy tooth, too.
"Okay. Tell them you may have a bath at noon starting tomorrow. And I'm tired of traveling today, so I think I'll take a bath already. Come and get me when you're ready."
"Yes, sir."
Tesh graciously left my side.
I open the door and go inside. It's been a long time since I've had my own room.
It was a beautiful day, so much so that the sunlight slipped through the window that my eyes tinkled with yours.
There's plenty of high-end glass in the windows of my room. That's the Marquis' children's room.
Glass can be colorless and not transparent, but still transparent to the extent that you can fully see beyond the window.
Did it warm up with the heat of sunlight or the smell of puffy flowers spread through the room?
"Hmm?"
The door leading to the balcony is arranged like a handicap with a plaid of wood and glass embedded in it.
I saw a shadow across that door.
I don't even know who that is because the glass is blurry. It remains immovable in a crouched pose.
I open the glass door so I don't make a sound and step into the balcony.
Crouching was a man who came in uniform for female servants. I mean, a woman.... What if I were a man?
"Oh, Minute."
Once there was a maid's minit who got me my second virginity.
She crouches toward the sun, puts her fingers together in front of her face, and meditates her eyes.
He seemed to pray something so seriously that he didn't even notice my voice.
"Minute"
I speak a few times right next to you, but I don't notice this one at all.
I just thought I'd rub my buttocks, and my minit eyes slowly opened.
And those grey eyes capture me.
Some distant eye of consciousness did the light, and stood up like a stiff and corrected his posture.
"Young lady!? And I beg your pardon!
How adorable it is to stroke and fix a uniform that has become wrinkled because of crouching, or to get your hair done with your hands while reddening your face.
Speaking of which, he told me to boil the bath.
I felt blood pouring through my body as if it was going to blow away my body tiredness or something.