The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Three shots in the bathroom, and one shot poured after dinner, Kohari exhausted.

"Shh..."

I'll sleep next door. I'll stroke her head.

I guess your maid of honor did the magic of a hairdryer, it was completely dry.

I really feel comfortable with straight hair going through without feeling friction between my fingers.

"... mmm, no..."

When I give her a blanket all the way to her chest, she says her bedtime words with her eyes closed.

Somewhere unbalanced and adorable is that figure that sleeps with a tasteful face but keeps making unintelligible noises as if even in conversation with someone.

I kissed that defenseless lip lightly, as I was invited.

"Nhhh............................ ♡"

I don't know what it is, but Kohari in the dream seems satisfied.

Releasing her lips, she began to take a fresh breath of sleep that made her feel sober again.

I think I'm physically and mentally tired.

After the bath, I pushed myself to Kohali's room.

That's also because Kohari passed out in the bath. Hot air and sex, heat from outside and inside made her climb up.

Besides, you must have accumulated fatigue due to mobility. It's surprisingly tiring to be swayed by a carriage all day.

When I came to the Kohari room after dinner with my family, she was just about to wake up.

I guess it was a good time, Kohari mistook me for being with him the whole time he was losing his mind.

Her smile at that time was one of the most dazzling smiles I've ever seen.

Even for me, there is no reason to solve a positive misunderstanding.

He enjoyed a second dinner with her while holding down his swollen belly and poured another shot into bed after the meal.

I'll get out of bed softly to keep her awake.

The room is completely dark, but we can't even light the lighting magic. I left the room checking my surroundings with detective magic.

"Tesh. Is the time okay?

When I left the room, there were several servants waiting, including Tesh.

I woke up tomorrow. I'll give an order to your maid to think of an excuse well so Kohari doesn't feel lonely.

You can't sleep in a kohari room like this today. There are still two important events left tonight.

"I think it fits just in time. Your husband has just been moved to the bottom."

My father tells me I need to talk to you about Wang Du socializing.

Exactly. I can't get fat enough to soak this up and suck it up with Kohari.

I reach the entrance between the deepest as I ponder what kind of story awaits me.

From here on out, I'm the only one who's getting the call. The teshes aligned themselves in the hallway and dropped me off.

I'm somewhat nervous, even though I'm not mad at you.

I stood in front of the door right through the hallway between the depths, exhaling small.

"It's Wilk. I'm here."

When I said that while knocking, I heard back from across the door.

"Come in."

I'll open the door and go indoors. Apparently my father was sitting at the executive desk, in the back of the room.

I was about to approach my father with one hand up, and I noticed a table placed in the center of the room.

I guess I cut out quality giant trees and made them, I don't recognize them on that stunning single board table. I've only been in as much as I've counted before during the deepest part of the day, but last time this kind of thing shouldn't have been put down.

"... this is the city flag of Newnelly?

And on that table was a flag.

Did I just say the size is for one curtain to attach to the sweeping window? But the fabric is thick and looks like a carpet.

Geometric patterns in red, blue, and white yarn throughout, while the New Nelly City crest was embroidered in the center with black yarn.

"The shadow of the scale that weighs the rock salt...... it's certainly the crest of Newnelly City, but that's not the city flag. The Newnelly flag."

That's what my father said when he picked up my words, and he walks over.

"The Newnelly flag? This is, um..."

"I have inherited from my ancestors for generations, let's say the family heirloom of my Qualdenze"

My father stood next to me and pointed at the flag.

My father told me to look at the white thread, so I'll keep an eye on you.

"They said it was brilliant white at the time it was made. It was built 300 years ago, so it looks a lot worse now."

When it comes to red and blue threads, I rather feel the weight of history in how the colors are creased. But white only gives the impression that it's a yellow, faint, dirty color.

In telling me this, I'm sure my father feels the same way about me.

"... just still, the Qualdenze family started with this flag. The Lord must bring this to the next generation. The day will come when Wilk will show this flag to his children."

"One day, like my father..."

Though with a strange face, I was in my brain doing a long live trilogy.

At first it was only an exchange of letters, even though we were getting the insider of the next term. I was honestly glad to have had an event like this qualifying for the governor inheritance.

As my father leads me, I sit on a couch a little further away.

Two goblets were already available at the table and the liquor was ready.

Exchange a toast and drink up the first drink with my father. The subject of the toast was the celebration of the fall of the Rishleaf.

"The fact that Rishleaf fell gave me more options to take at once. You've done really well, Wilk."

My father, sitting face-to-face, stretches out his body and strokes my head with gasp. I thought you looked like my grandfather, being Joshi Yoshi with a lot of power. I guess he's still a parent and child.

"I left in the name of the Nambonan rescue, and my father was so angry that I lost my momentum to the Rishleaf."

"Ha-ha-ha, no scolding words, but if you're stupid, I've got them ready. Thanks to Wilk, I got more to work at once."

Faster than I can answer, my father keeps his word.

"Oh, my God, it's so much better than no. Drink."

He seemed in a much better mood, and my father poured booze on my goblet.

The El Continental standard of fine liquor is very sweet. For the ancestors who never get drunk with alcohol, alcohol is the main thing to enjoy sweetness.

That's good, but it's not good that the dried food I got from my grandfather's souvenir is a knob. My father eats polypoly, although I don't think that sulume and sweet liquor will ever go hand in hand. I didn't know I had to go along with this.

"I know Wilk would understand, but keep it a secret that Qualdenze inherits the Newnelly flag. There's nothing dark behind it, but we can't even show a slight gap in today's situation yesterday."

"I know. It's an easy part of the Levios family and their faction."

"Uhm.... just not something to be overly wary about on this. If you put it badly, it will only trigger the breakdown of the kingdom."

The colour of the Newnelly territorial flag consists of blue, white and red, except for the black thread with city crest. This French-like coloring can be described as the brand color of the Zeth Holy High Society, and hence the color of the priest.

If there was a barber's twirling pole on the Elo continent, they would mistakenly assume it was a priestly institution.

"Priestly aristocracy is never a minority. Exactly. The Levios aren't stupid enough to slap here either."

The Quordenze family is an aristocrat who, like the Špiazzeik family, originates from the high priests of the Zeth Holy High Society.

This Newnelly flag was given immediately by the then Pope when his founder, Priest Qualdenze, entered the city of Newnelly.

It may be called a "power of attorney for the governance of the major city of Newnelly" issued by the Zeth Holy High Council.

It was, in the priesthood, proof of the legitimacy of the control of the land. Preserving this flag and inheriting it from the next generation also leads to an attitude of deference towards the Zethodox Holy See.

With those epochal backgrounds, this Newnelly flag has been treated as the most important family heirloom for the Qualdenze family.

"If you don't raise it to mischief, you won't be touching it over there either. Be careful."

"Yes."

Even after the end of the priesthood and the collapse of its authority, it did not turn into the treatment of the flag of the realm.

It was about 300 years before the founding of the aristocratic Quordenze family, and about 200 years before the outbreak of the papal disturbance in the Zeth Holy High Council. At that time, the Qualdenze family already had a hundred years of history of walking with this flag.

That time was too heavy to apply the hate theory to the kid haters.

At the time, the head of the Quordenze family interpreted the flag as "a family heirloom connected from the founding of the Quordenze family" rather than "a power of attorney given to it by the Zeth Holy High Council", leaving the tradition of connecting it to the next generation.

At present, there is no respect for the Zeth Holy See or anything else left in this flag.

But from the aristocracy, which does not originate in the priesthood, it would also be reflected as if it were a thought in the priesthood.

It could be said that it would be a better tradition not to take too many snacks to avoid useless trouble.

Then for a while, my father and I had a hell of a chat.

Though it was mostly my father's stupidity that I was too busy at work to have time to love with my mother, that Fannie was becoming more and more like my mother and cute, and that I didn't like seeing my mother for a while on my way to Wangdu.

I'm also getting used to sweet liquor and a sleazy meal, and my father stood up from the couch fuzzily and came back with something.

"I had Newnelly's craftsmen make it in a big hurry."

That said, my father puts a small crate on his desk.

As I sat deep on the couch, I peered a little forward into it.

"What do you say? Still small balls would look good"

What was in there was a form of accessory that I hadn't seen much of before.

The one that replaced the disc part of the earth sesame with a spherical gem, perhaps the easiest to imagine. There's a hole in the top part, so I think I'm going to wear it here through a string or something.

As my father urged me, I'll take it and confirm it.

The two rings that intersect and wrap the balls appear to be made of pure gold, with surprisingly elaborate finishes about a millimeter wide.

Perhaps the craftsman of his descendants processed it using magic.

My father said little balls and things like ping-pong balls.

Black and monochromatic, it was a shade that made me anxious about what I was looking at, like enriching the darkness of winter nights, but I find it unspeakably seductive in its dubious glow.

"... what a gem is this?

At least, I've never seen a gem like this in my previous life. Sometimes I wasn't interested in jewelry in the first place.

My father, watching how I was, leaked his voice, oh.

"Well, is this the first time you've seen it? This ball is a special demon stone collected from a mature warcraft… it's called a jewel"

When you defeat an immature Warcraft, you can collect a substance called the Demon Stone from its body. It is relatively valuable because machining it allows for walls and weapons that play magic.

On the other hand, I had read in the book that when you defeat a mature warcraft, a special demonic stone can be collected from its body.

"This is the Demon Stone of the Mature Warcraft..."

The jewels are so precious that I've never seen them before.

I knew that Castle Newnelly had a collection of mature warcraft jewels that had previously appeared on the territory of Qualdenze, but I could not see them because they were stored in a warehouse that only the Lord could enter.

As he observed shiatsu, my father grinned.

"It was picked from that mature warcraft that Wilk defeated."

"Huh? Is that the turtle?

I defeated the soppon-tortoise-shaped mature warcraft that emerged from the field south of Newnelly City, but I heard about recovering the demon stone afterwards.

It was on display in Newnelly to let the lord know how great it was, but I hadn't seen it yet, as a crusader.

The exhibition was already over, even though Minute and Dating were going to see each other later. It is all the fault of the Spierzeik family.

"A jewel of such a stunning colour would attract even the King's Capital's attention. A proud feat."

"You don't have to answer for nobility."

"Um, there's that too"

It can be assumed that there will be some cease-fire work between Qordenze Špiazeik by the Levios family in this Kingdu socialisation.

I guess the idea is to use accessories to insist that there is enough room in the Qualdenze family to defeat mature warcraft.

"By the way, I've never seen a mature warcraft jewel before, is this such a good color? The book only described matters about size, so I'm not sure how good the color is......"

My father said "brilliant shade" but wasn't sure what that meant, so I decided to check it out.

There are a few things in Newnelly Castle books that say about Warcraft, but of course they are not full-color drawings, etc. I didn't know anything about the color of the treasure.

If I go straight to Wang Du and see the jewels of a bad color and say, "I'm doing a good job" etc, the red shame is also a good place. It's good and bad. I want to make a simple distinction.

"What, it's not that hard. We'll be able to tell as soon as we see some."

My father told me to wait a moment, and as soon as I reacted, I went outside the room.

Probably went to the warehouse or some other jewel I keep somewhere, but I'm thinking about whether it's okay to use my father for a run and stay sloppy on the couch like this.

He stood up and wondered if he should wait, and his father brought back a servant when the sulume in the plate disappeared and he reached for the dried scallop.

At this hour, in the deepest part of the day, it is the talking space between father and son. I guess that's why the servants left the room with the crate on their desks. Neither does the father left say anything about it in particular, but rather sits on the couch somewhere.

The mini table placed between me and my father's sitting couch is lined with four different crates, large and small. One of them is a crate containing Turtle Warcraft jewelry accessories.

Of the three newly transported crates, my father laid his hand on a crate the size of the middle.

"It's a mature warcraft jewel that recently appeared in Evermill City."

"... Evermill City?

"My mother... Wilk's grandmother defeated the mature warcraft in exchange for her life"

Sensitive topics like this are difficult to deal with.

I didn't know what to comment on, and for now I roared, oops.

Without knowing my distress, my father pushed the box body with his finger and leaned towards me when he removed the lid of the crate.

Interpret it to mean take it and take a look.

The jewel was unprocessed and remained a beautiful ball.

"Oh, heavy?

It was about the size of a baseball ball, but a lot heavier than I thought.

I'll check the shade, taking care not to drop it. This one is the same black, but doesn't feel as heavy in color as the Turtle Warcraft jewels.

Why, it's heavy, I tried the lighting magic fluttering near the ceiling, and I found out why.

This jewel is clear.

I guess it's like a black glass ball, I can understand that by shining light on it.

Perhaps it would be easier to understand where the sun's light shines, but it was hard to understand in a thin, blurry room.

With that in mind, I see the Turtle Warcraft jewels. I kind of felt that black was darker than earlier.

"I hear you've been touring contaminated areas in the west."

Where I was concentrating on balls comparison, my father speaks.

I snort honestly because I didn't hide anything in particular, and I also reported on the return route.

"This is the jewel of the mature warcraft that contaminated that land."

Of the three crates, my father opens the lid of the largest crate.

The crate is big enough to likely be refused shipping at a convenience store.

It would be for being physically tight while sitting on the sofa, my father opened the top of the box with his middle hips and put it on his hands when he took the grey gloves out of the inside.

"What do you know about the size of the treasure?

My father places that jewel while laying a cushioned cloth on his desk.

Its jewels, as big as bowling balls, were completely colorless, transparent and very similar to crystal balls.

It looks clear and beautiful for the Oosan Shaw O-shaped Warcraft that created that ugly and extremely polluting land.

"I have read that the smaller the jewels that can be collected after death, the greater the threat of the Warcraft"

Most of the Warcraft-related books I have read have been written in the past at academic institutions in the Holy City.

According to this, the more vicious the Warcraft was, the smaller the treasure became. But there was no material to explain why, and even if it was written, none of it was merely a hypothesis.

The stronger the life energy of the mature warcraft, the more pressure it exerts on the center of the body, the smaller and more compressed the jewels... I personally remember this hypothesis being the easiest and firmest to imagine.

At least, it's definite information that the smaller the treasure the stronger the mature warcraft. Humanity is learning it by the rules of thumb.

My father agreed with my answer and put on a jewel with about a bowling ball at his fingertips.

"The warcraft that can pick such a huge treasure has its stature as a mature warcraft gone under or under? Strong enemies, but not as threatening."

Despite being a mature warcraft that devastated parts of western Qualdenze territory, my father's assessment was a painful one.

But this can be taken for granted by the nobility. In the priesthood, ratings for the threat of mature warcraft were also carried out, but their rank was determined by the size of the jewels obtained after death.

If the jewel were a bowling ball-sized mature warcraft, the threat class would be categorized as the lowest.

My father treats this as a matter of course, but even a knight won't even defeat it, and if he fails to crusade, the area will be destroyed. I still think that something called a mature warcraft is horrible.

"It is truly disgraceful that this level of Warcraft jewelry is so clear"

"Why is that?

I could have guessed why, but I decided to ask my father.

"A thing called a jewel darkens in color in proportion to the demonic power of a warcraft when it dies. Not crusaded by the hands of men, but the treasure of a mature warcraft who died naturally, using all his demonic powers, thus becomes colorless and transparent."

A mature warcraft is an inability to live long. That's like a kagelow, you just have to run through it from the moment it matures to its lifespan.

But as long as that life lasts, they're really annoying people because they just rumble and pollute the earth, killing humanity and going around.

The Oosanshouo Warcraft, which created a contaminated land in the west, also had the Gotagota of the Qualdenze family and the crusade was not made in time, and they ravaged it all they wanted before completing their tenure.

It is a very pitiful story as a nobleman, although the damage was done to a narrow extent thanks to the knights and the army led by them.

Couldn't crusade this degree of mature warcraft...... this jewel can also be described in a sense as proof of sin, a mass of shame.

I guess for that reason, my father, when I diverted my gaze from the treasure, put it back in the crate as if to hide it. And take the treasure of my grandmother Cassia's defeated warcraft.

"My mother fought this warcraft for three days and three nights and managed to defeat it. It's been about four days since the emergence was confirmed to crusade. If you fight that much, the colors will be slightly lighter. This is still a thick enough category."

Mature Warcraft may be close in image to magical biological monsters if they are to be compared in games.

HP and MP exist, which is the type of monster that dies when one of them reaches 0. He dies if his HP goes to zero after many attacks by his ancestors, and he dies if his MP goes to zero when he is thoroughly rammed.

And how about the more MP left at the time of death, the darker the color of the jewels will remain?

I see. That would make it easy to predict good jewelry standards.

If you think in the values of the patrons of the earth, the smaller and darker the color, the better. Because it is proof that you succeeded quickly in defeating a vicious warcraft.

And regardless of size, colorless transparent jewels should not be liked by the nobility. "Warcraft, I couldn't defeat you! 'Cause it's like saying." My father's attitude proves it.

Looking sideways at the jewels of the Turtle Warcraft shining black and demonic, my father opened the tiniest crate left behind.

"More than 300 years ago now... we're still talking about when Qualdenze didn't rule the land"

From the atmosphere, I stretch my spine to worship.

"An integrated mature warcraft emerged from the south of Newnelly City"

So my father looked at me separately from the words.

You know what? And I felt like I was being asked in the dark, so I open my mouth.

"Warcraft Calliestebe"

When my father nodded small, he kept talking.

"At the time, the aristocracy that governed the city of Newnelly fell into this crusade with a clan outing. But this warcraft was still vicious. If it were the size of Newnelly Field, it would be a catastrophe every few hundred years. He said it was the first time in 400 years that Warcraft Calliestebe had emerged at the time.... the lineage of that clan was cut off because of the multitude of dead to their relatives in the battle at this time"

When my father took Calliestebe's jewel in his hand, he laid the cloth down and then placed it on his desk.

It is a jewel about the size of a ping-pong ball. Its transparency was so high that the cloth laid through the jewels appeared stained in a light grey colour, but never colourless. I guess I crusaded with temper and guts.

And my father lined up beside him the jewels of the Tortoise Warcraft, transformed into ornaments.

The gold decoration is difficult to understand in the way, but slightly, the Kaliestebe jewels look smaller, but I'm more concerned about the black intensity than that.

The Turtle Warcraft jewels are too black and rather creepy. They take my eyes off me.

"It's usually unthinkable that a jewel of this size will remain so colorful. Whether you can defeat even more than one Lord ancestor if you are also a Kaliestebe class warcraft...... I'd say the worst threat."

When it comes to the threat class, the ping-pong ball class is the second threat from above. But if you think of it as a mature warcraft that can realistically emerge, this is the top one.

A catastrophe like the warcraft El Senior, which shook the Elo continent, is an exception during the exception, and the nobility takes little account of the measures...... or we can't defeat it first, so we just have to hope that if it emerges, they will go elsewhere. In fact, the Levios did it.

If you are a Calliestebe class, it appears in some part of the continent with a frequency of several decades. Once every few hundred years is only a story if we think about it in the context of the territory of Quordenze.

Although it is a catastrophe, it can also be said to be relatively susceptible to occurrence. If one nobleman were to live to life expectancy, he would hear the news of the emergence of a Calliesteve-class warcraft somewhere on the continent about a few times in his lifetime. If it is unfortunately self-directed news, it is sad.

But the # 1 Warcraft in the Threat Class can only confirm what only two of them have been in the history of the Elo continent.

Only appeared 700 years ago and 1600 years ago, respectively.

Why do we know the existence of such a great old warcraft, because the treasure is passed down to future generations?

But even if it's obvious, it's a different matter of whether you're willing to prepare for it.

There will be plenty of people in Japan in previous life to prepare for a major earthquake, but no one will be the first to prepare for the Caldera eruption. It's no use getting ready in the first place. That's what warcraft is like when it comes to the number one threat class.

Whatever it is, I don't want such a vicious Great Warcraft to occur while I'm alive.

"I didn't think Wilk's magic power would be enormous so far. I have no idea why."

"I don't know either, but isn't it better to have more than less?

It is a reincarnated banzai.

Of course I don't give a crap about that.

"If you go to King's Capital, you will be involved with many nobles, including the Levios family. You won't notice for what you're looking at in the distance, but if you interact at such a distance, the amount of magic will be extrapolated"

A vague amount of magic can be measured by magic detection. Whether he is a lord ancestor or a subordinate, that is enough for a great deal of clutter to know.

I just searched my magic from afar and said, "Is it the Lord Ancestor?" That's about all I'd think. Perhaps the Atelahan family messenger who visited Lychreef Castle didn't even notice my magic power.

"Is that a bad idea?

"An overwhelming amount of magic. That is something to be proud of for the nobility. Don't look so troubled."

"... Yes"

But my father clouds his face.

"I can't even be that optimistic given the situation. Just to say the next generation of the Qualdenze family, who broke Voystra's great shield, Wilk has already been the subject of vigilance. And then, what happens if you know about this amount of magic? The presence of Mirendorva's princess is recognized as a single threat."

"I hear rumors, does Princess Orcian have such a huge magic power? I know it is strong in battle because there are many glorious martial arts..."

My father answers my questions at his leisure.

"A war-resistant aristocrat is either good to lead an army or strong individuals"

Perhaps on Earth, the man of the former pattern will be a strong general. The force of an individual in a world without magic is a range of errors if seen from the perspective of the El continent.

"Princess Orcian is considered the latter. It's also an overwhelming strength beyond what is normally considered."

I'm sure there is something certain, my father assures you.

"Do you know that in Levios territory, the Orcian army and the Levios Atelahan Joint Army had a meeting? We investigated in the Wang capital, but that's when the Athellahan squad of the Joint Army said they intercepted the Orcian army in formation when dealing with the mature warcraft. Most nobles would have thought that it would be an overreaction to take such an inward-looking approach, no matter how much you dealt with an excellent lord ancestor in the martial arts of an individual…"

"Father doesn't think so, does he?

When I hammered him to make it easier for him to talk to me, my father set me still.

"Assuming. … I thought if we were to confront Wilk on the battlefield, it would be an effective formation."

I see, because you have a son of silly magic, you mean Princess Orcian's strength could have been smoothly imagined?

But it's a noisy story. I'm not a bloodthirsty man enough to rob the housekeeper.

"... most importantly, that formation won't work long enough for Wilk. If you work your head a little, you'll soon find a way to break it. I guess Princess Orcian has all sorts of deputies on her, no, she could be a rampaging horse-like princess with no ears to listen to her deputy..."

To sum it all up at the end that it was just an inference, my father drank the liquor in the goblet all at once and pinched the dried scallops.

"The only people who really know the threat of Princess Orcian would be the Levios and their factions, and, as things stand, the Atelahans, who sent out reinforcements. He said he would show up in this Wangdu socialization, but if he retained his mighty magic, everyone would pay attention. Its bravery, its insults, which defeated the Levios family almost single-handedly. Or else Qualdenze will be insulted."

That's all you have to avoid, my father says in a low voice. Ments are very important in aristocratic diplomacy.

"Voystra's big shield split...... its rating is, in fact, yet to be fixed. Only the Atelahans who actually visited the city of Nambonan and Castle Rishleef will understand exactly what Wilk accomplished alone"

"Oh, really?

My father smiled lightly at my reaction.

"In order to get a stronghold called the Rishleaf, Quordenze lured Spierzeike into a good way and covered him up with traps he had prepared... many people think so. That's all that was unreal."

As much as the Qualdenze family is sometimes referred to as the Qualdenze of conspiracy, they think they like rape plots. In fact, my father is the type of person who likes to put up that kind of trap.

I see, it would be more natural to assume that my father successfully fitted and killed the hasty Spierzeik family than the heroic chick next prince appeared abruptly.

In the El-O continent, where there are no means of communication, information is not always conveyed correctly.

"You need reason to show strength"

"Is that right?

"The amount of magic I feel on my skin is a big part of what I rely on for my impressions. What if Princess Orcian had as much magic as Wilk or more?"

This did not appear to be like seeking an answer, and my father immediately continued his words.

"Only the most impressive can remember. Without clear criteria, I would end up with the impression to an extent that the children of the Qualdenze family were less than Princess Orcian but seemed strong...... This is not good anyway. Just stir up vigilance halfway through, 'cause it's not a restraint."

And my father put a Turtle Warcraft accessory in front of me.

"This jewel gives us reason not to rely on impressions in measuring strength. The size and color of this jewel will be the yardstick for strength."

I guess they are trying to use it well for restraint by preparing an absolute criterion of evaluation: jewellery, rather than a relative assessment of magic detection.

"Anything with mighty power must think carefully about how it stands. We in Qualdenze are not like Mirendorva, where Levios is my brother."

The Mirendorva family is an aristocratic family originally divided from the Levios family. Even though we were in a civil war to say yes, after all, it is common to assume that we do not like the disintegration of the kingdom. In the end, it's just an extension of a brotherly fight.

Even with the mighty power of the Orcians, I don't think the Levios are enough to be wary of their own demise.

Instead, it must be much scarier to have the immense power of Qualdenze Wilk present in the Qualdenze family.

As my father put it, it is well thought that if the restraint does not work on the citation that half-way aroused vigilance in Wang Du socialisation, he will be struck at the forefront of the assault.

It is a world of intellect.

In other words, it makes us recognise the reality that the Kingdom of Levios is only one of the alliances between the aristocrats.

"The Levios never trust the Qualdenze family deep in their bellies, no matter how good they look and show. You know why?

This won't be an inquiry, it'll just be a confirmation.

It's like asking for a gavel to facilitate the conversation.

As much, the answer to this question was simple.

"That would be it"

I glanced back at my father and answered.

"Until twenty years ago, the Qualdenze family was an imperial nobleman."