It was at dusk that a group of Silopea families arrived at Newnelly Castle that day.
I was climbing the tallest tower of the castle, burning the view of Newnelly in my eyes all the time.
Evening is something that makes me sad.
The fact that we will be moving to other territories for some time to come that we do not even know on our own. The anxiety of twitching and seeping quietly, it was also like ink dripping on paper.
After more than a decade of reincarnation, my heart began to feel a lot of sorrow in Qualdenze territory.
It even seemed like the sun hidden in the clouds dyed the city red as if it were self-asserting, rather making the shadow black extra noticeable.
"... Fong. The Silopea family will be inside the castle soon. Please move downstairs."
As I sat on the stone frame of the window, I nodded at the words of Tesh, which I heard in my lateral ear.
"Oh, okay"
Get your feet together and go down indoors.
The darkness of the room is more pronounced in the eyes used to red. I stopped on the spot and chatted.
"Looks like the Silopea brought the elite."
There are Tesh scissors against my words. What a response.
"I thought it was just a selection of warriors in the realm."
"Besides, the ancestral ratio is amazing. Even in quite a few cities, it seems to be easy to control with just that bunch."
I stretched my head out the window, and I only checked a bunch of Silopea families under my eyes again.
The number of people in the group waiting purely as soldiers is about 300, but according to Magic Detection, around 60 of them were submissive soldiers.
This is an incredible number of subordinate soldiers in the regular army, even if one subordinate leads 1,000 slave ancestors, so much so that they sometimes say it's a luxurious operation in this day and age.
Given the circumstances of the Silopea family, whose cousins are diminished by the odd illness of Warcraft El Senior, a significant number would have been driven out by Wang Du socialization.
"Considering he is the escort of Lord Silopea and Princess Plume to the King's capital, even this number is still small enough"
"That would be... is this okay to protect the realm?
I don't know the total number of subordinates present on Silopea territory, but if you think this much personnel is being put in, it's hard to be left behind.
Essentially, the organization of nobles and priests on the Elo continent presupposes the existence of their ancestors. The remaining Silopea forces in the territory will be significantly down in strength.
It was one of my guards who responded to my concerns.
"Of the three houses, the Silopea family is in the most difficult position to invade. I thought it was natural to get this kind of personnel out."
Silopea territory says it does not divide its forces from normal to that point because the north and south are only adjacent to the territory of Qualdenze and the territory of Evenapis, and the east is protected by an alliance called the Kingdom of Levios across the Great River. Rather, it is said that the placement of troops is envisaged mainly to send reinforcements to both the Qualdenze Evenapis families.
Extreme stories, if you are only careful with the Spierzeik family on the west side, other things can be managed with the no-guard method of warfare. Though I don't think we have that kind of weather arrangement.
It was the expectation of the escort that the Silopea army, which would leave a message on Silopea territory, would concentrate much of its battle force on the west side, with almost zero north-south defense and only a few remaining battle forces positioned around its eastern home city of Pennybach.
Originally, they say the West Side is robustly built to defend itself, and in the short term, even the widows can handle it.
Naturally speaking, I can see that I do not fully trust the commitments of the Kingdom of Levios.
"As the young lady's concern is, it is not hard to imagine that the remaining martial officers and civilians in the territory will have a great deal of difficulty with a lack of magical personnel. But still, if you can't protect your home with anything first, they have nothing left. Whatever it takes to just head out to Qualdenze, a neighbor and a long-standing friendship, it's far eastern Levios territory than this. It can't be very reassuring for an ancestral soldier to that extent if it is also a king's capital where numerous nobles gather. The knights, who were to remain in the realm, will not be at peace in their hearts."
Another escort will also synchronize with it.
"I just want the number of troops in 10,000 units, if it is also to be my master's escort out to Levios territory. They must be feeling teethy, too."
We were supposed to be talking about the Silopea family, but at some point the escorts were talking like they were talking about themselves. The tone is heavy and I even feel like an anger at not being what I want.
The Quordenze family, like the Silopea family, can't take ten or ten thousand soldiers, so it doesn't have to be any other personnel for them.
Given the tingling of the escorts, I feel that there seems to be more skirmishing between the officials serving it than a dispute between the nobles in the Wang Capital.
But that being said, it's hard not to go to King's Capital with a big army.
Socialization in the Wang capital is only positioned as a friendly meeting between kingdom aristocrats. "The Levios and Mirendorva families have made up their minds, let's keep the kingdom aristocrats close to each other. Peace is best for everyone! held under the title."
Would it be acceptable for a friendly party like that in pre construction, if the Qualdenze army numbered 150,000 pushed it over in large numbers? The first is definitely the King's Capital showdown.
That's why there is an insanity that only the lowest possible number of soldiers can be escorted around the house, depending on the size of the house.
This seems to be of quality, regardless of the slave ancestors of the soldiers, and most nobles, like the Silopea family, will increase the ancestral ratio significantly over normal to enter the king's capital.
"By the way, how many soldiers are we going to take? I haven't heard the fine numbers."
"Soldier 500, of which the subordinate soldier is 100. I chose all of the martial arts officers, including the slave ancestors, so I don't have to worry about leadership."
Or, when you turn all the soldiers you're taking into subordinate soldiers, you're like, "Are you that scared of the outside?" and so on and they make small fools of me behind it. Yeah, it also makes a bad impression. Because it's like publicly declaring that you don't trust the Kingdom of Levios at all.
With regard to the composition of the soldiers to be taken, safety and menthology are carried out under the water. From the example of the Qualdenze and Silopea armies, I think the proportion of the ancestral soldiers is adjusted by about a fifth of the total.
... However, as far as a bunch of the Silopea family is concerned, there seems to be a lot of subordinates among servants, maids and civil servants.
Maybe it's a no-can around here because I'm not a pure soldier, but I feel the actual ancestral ratio is much higher than what's on the surface.
The word "decoration" comes to mind, but I didn't dare say it. Maybe we'll do the same thing.
"Boy, may I?"
The tone of the tesh becomes just a little stiff.
"Mm, okay. Time to go."
Count Silopea, who came to Newnelly, and Plume, the next Lord, are coming to greet him. I take it with my father, and it's good to welcome him.
"I'm looking forward to seeing Pull in a long time"
The exchange of letters continued, but what is convenient about photography does not exist on the Elo continent.
I was purely looking forward to seeing how much the girl who was brewing one scale of beauty grew about two years ago.
Tong, tong, and the footsteps down the stairs get strangely rhythmic.
But there wasn't a single wild person here who could scratch it.
Newnelly Castle offers a large room to welcome visitors, starting with the messenger.
It seems that this room was originally a guest room accommodated by a high priest who visited from the Holy City. With the exception of warehouses and the like, this is the largest room in the castle, so the background of the time when the castle was built can be seen. Though it was quickly refurbished because when aristocratic diplomacy flourished, a large room for welcome was needed.
The renovation itself was nearly a hundred years ago, and since then the large room has not even been left with an early shadow because sesame seeds and construction hands are still available.
A dark green carpet is laid on one side, a step-elevated place is marked by a father sitting on the throne, and the wall behind it is affixed with a painted flag with a Quordenze print.
Only the earl of Silopea and Plume at the beginning stood a row of the Silopea family lined up in a triangular shape, and the other knights and officials stood still on one knee.
As a long greeting of admission is made by the knights representing the Silopea family upon entering the castle, it suddenly becomes a face-to-face meeting between the Lord here.
At the end of the room, I sat with my father to the left in a position where I could see Count Silopea to the right, and I was just a little moved by this welcome scene.
I don't have the opportunity to participate in these public events if I don't have a position like the next Lord. That's why Fannie and the others aren't here.
Looking at the room in this way, I remembered a Japanese painting I saw in a collection of information on Japanese history. It's kind of like it's going to start with a major political retreat like this.
Of course, what we're going to start with is a greeting and a welcome word for the visit.
"I am truly delighted to receive your welcome this time. I thank you as the master of the land of Silopea."
When Count Silopea said so, he put one hand on his chest.
I don't break my knee or imitate anything that lowers my head. Confronted are the Qualdenze and Silopea heads of household. While thanking you for what you should show as a visitor, being reciprocal as a nobleman does not break down.
When the Earl of Silopea gives a weaved greeting of noble thanksgiving, the Father responds to it.
"Well done. You've come to my Qualdenze. In a short time to depart tomorrow, I would like to welcome this visit as one who will unite the land."
The voice of my father, who greets me as a welcoming person, felt about 30% more dignified than usual. Though I may have just felt that way because I was sitting in a great place.
Once some greetings have been made, we move on to light public discourse. Because when only formal interactions end, they may think there is a separation between the parties.
As a nobleman, it is natural to be able to offer greetings and gratitude correctly, and chatter skills are more important than that.
After this, the conversation here must be listened to properly, as the occasions for me to introduce myself are discouraged.
Because that's what I just told you, but they said things like that, and I didn't hear them, and I don't literally talk to them back.
"... I was surprised to see you under the castle. It was far busier and livelier than my memorable Newnelly. Is this also the gift of Lord Qualdenze's excellent governance, which Pennybach would like to apprentice?"
"Don't be modest, Silopea's good governance is heard even in this painful time. Unfortunately, the last few years have not been blessed with the opportunity to visit Pennybach, but given Lord Silopea's arms, there is no shade in the prosperity that continues beyond his ancestors. You can't push it."
Count Silopea, the current head of the Silopea family, has been the sister of the previous contemporary lord. If I saw it from Plume, it would be my grandfather's sister.
Originally, she was not in a position to take charge, but was married to a shadow family of other realms, and was already in hiding. Yet a few years ago, due to the strange illness of Warcraft El Senior, the Silopea family is befallen by the misfortune of leaving Plume behind and dying their immediate lineage.
Considering it cruel to let one young Plume carry all of the Silopea family, she returned to Silopea territory to take the lead as a connection to the next generation.
I don't know Count Silopea's ability to govern, but at least then I would have had some confusion had Plume prevailed.
It is of great significance that a definitive blood-minded adult, my sister from earlier generations, took up the position of head of office even for the time being.
Practice is basically left to the knights, so to speak of polarity, nobility just reigns for me, and the organization turns around enough. Unless even mature warcraft appears.
Count Silopea, in that sense, was just the right person as a heavy stone. In Plume, where he had not yet been educated as a nobleman, he was a little too light. Even from the knights of Silopea, it must have been gratifying not to have to put immature Plume on the table stage of aristocratic politics.
As far as I can tell, Count Silopea's internal affairs skills are excellent, nor can he be heard to have leadership. That would be proof left that she truthfully serves her position as a tentative principals.
Someone who understands his blood muscles and how to use them correctly. The figure of Count Silopea in me concludes so.
"... the last time I visited this one was around the time of the marriage ritual between Lord Qualdenze and Dear Merli, so it's been about twenty years now. The passage of time is fast…"
Turning to previous life stories, would it somehow make a deduction in the brain when the age of parents and children is displayed on TV news and so on? Well, I had a baby when I was a year old.
Now, listening to Count Silopea, I was unconsciously making a deduction.
By the way, I turned thirteen in April this month.
Assuming that the year of marriage is 20 years old, there will be no child born between father and mother for seven years. Unless it's also a sad circumstance that hasn't been notified to me.
... Father, why did it take so long when my younger day mother was the best in Picchi...
Is this because of the hands of aristocratic men, or did they prefer adult women to pitch-pitch-pitchy gals? My dick gets bogged down even looking at my current mother, Merry, so I'd be confident I'd have her pregnant within three months of marriage.
Perhaps this should be counted to the Seven Wonders of Qualdenze.
"... Sure, time flies fast. When I realized I was old enough to nominate the next principals..."
I was just wondering if it was time. My father turns the story this way.
"It's Wilk. I was close to Princess Plume, but this would have been the first time I'd seen Lord Silopea, wouldn't it?
"Yes, Father."
When I reply that way, my father puts in a rejection about letting Count Silopea separate the chatter.
And I followed my father, who told me to "introduce myself" with my eyes, and I took only one step forward.
Because of my father's foreboding, everyone does not hesitate to turn their bodies to the side and look at this one. It was quite a highlight.
Am I to greet you as a position below since I dealt with the nobles gathered during the first line of the Qualdenze coalition?
Only gaze at Count Silopea with your left hand on your hips and your right arm at chest height. When the Japanese see it, I'm sure they don't even look like salesmen checking their watches.
And mouth the words I've been preparing in my head since this morning.
"It's the first time I've seen you. Quordenze is the man, Quordenze Wilk. Recently, I was nominated by my father as the next generation to inherit the land. I cordially welcome this visit. Please, leave a message."
Lower your hands slowly, consciously maintaining your elegance, and return to a standing position.
And before I could connect to the next word, I decided to make a declaration confirming one thing.
"On this occasion, may I call you Lord Silopea?
In response to that inquiry, Count Silopea nodded with a loud grin.
"Yeah. Sure."
I should still say, that laugh is close to appeasement, not joy, I felt that.
Now that I thought about continuing my introduction, Count Silopea untied the two hands that were aligned in front of his crotch, reaching only one hand and pointing his palm down. It's a pose where a transparent child is there and he also looks like he's stroking his head.
"You've never seen me before, Lord Wilk. I am Silopea, Silopea Acia. I've heard about you from Lord Qualdenze, but also from Plume."
The voice was very gracious and calming, taking this one from the front and speaking quietly.
Count Silopea is currently in his seventies. I imagined an old woman by judging her age alone, but in this way I thought that expressions such as a lady of taste would be more accurate in front of her. It's a bad way to say it, but it's a good old man.
"I am closer to Princess Plume than I used to be. I'm glad that only my good parts are conveyed well..."
"Oh.... heh, don't worry there. Your correspondence with Lord Wilk seems very encouraging, and if you look at the way he writes letters, he will tell you who you are."
Plume, right next to Count Silopea, continues to stand up on the spot expressionless even though he says his topic has come up. She hasn't introduced herself yet, so I guess she decided it would be rude to interrupt the story.
Then I think it's a violation of manners to continue talking about Plume here.
I subtly changed the subject from correspondence to talking to myself, digesting the line of introduction that was waiting for me in my brain.
"... well. That's what happened?
"Yes, make sure to let me tell you this story at the dinner party"
You were able to have a chat without difficulty, that's when I decided.
By the way, Count Silopea, who spoke of a switch of subject, grins.
"… we have heard the battle in the city of Nambonan"
In those words, she changed the atmosphere, the air.
It was cold.
It's quiet in the room, and it doesn't change that it's just me and Count Silopea we're talking about.
And yet now at this moment, the indoors were in painful silence. It's like, to the illusion that there was a murmur just now.
Count Silopea's deliberate suppression of emotions comes through with a hint.
I waited for the words to follow to make sure I wasn't aware of what the emotions were behind this word.
"It is a thought that approached the chest of all senses, having formed a harsh return of interest on the outer path of Spierzeik.... on behalf of my late brother and nephew and niece grandson, profoundly, thankfully..."
The Kuordenze and Špiazyk families, which are in long-standing conflict, but it was my uncle, the Kuordenze Gardakle, who started the current war, that was murdered. And at this time, the princess of the Silopea family, who was married to his uncle, is also killed with him.
From the earl of Silopea, this princess belongs to the grandson of her younger brother, the predecessor, and to the daughter of her nephew, the predecessor.
My preliminary investigation shows that Count Silopea was very adorable to his brother and nephew.
I expected to have a lot of resentment for the Spierzeik family who murdered my dear nephew's dear daughter, but apparently hatred is more deep-rooted than I thought.
Mostly, most humans say "battle at Castle Rishleaf" when talking about Operation Snake Fang. "The battle in the city of Nambonan" I can see that I am more than happy to have stopped Spiazeik Verrett from breathing.
I felt that her words seemed clear with intense joy for the fact that she had retaliated, and the still dull flames of hate behind them.
"As an individual, I'd like to show you more joy than ever before."
That's just not good.
I'll get back to you quickly so you can't talk to me on your own.
"No, not at all."
As Silopea Acia, I want to show you my gratitude. In short, I want to pinch the dress with both hands, spread it a little, break my knee just a little and say thank you.
This is a profound thank you or a thank you for the quality of your opponent.
It is in the official setting that the current principals do it to the next principals opponents of other houses that the Silopea family falls in character. Well, to be honest, I don't care about that.
The problem lies in the fact that if I take this, my father and I could qualify from a Silopea perspective. That could lead to the perception that I'm insulting my father.
The standing around required here is the clarification of my position in the Qualdenze family, which lies in eliminating any room for unacceptable misunderstandings.
"I am very pleased that Lord Silopea has spoken to me. Now that we have received praise from both Qualdenze and Silopea, we can boast of martial arts with no concern for our late uncle."
A simple thank you from the Silopea family principals is enough, showing that I respect my father, who is only the next principality and the present one. This would be the most accurate answer to this problem.
And I'm aware of the problem and the answers. That this is similar to the noble conversation breakthrough test my father throws at me occasionally.
For a moment, I grinned niggardly when I turned a blind eye to my father.... Oh, this may have been a meeting in the back.
What Count Silopea tried to do is normally a great disrespect to my father, and it is more convincing to consider it a pre-indicated action.
"Really?...... I am as happy as I am that there seems to be a very good next generation in Qualdenze. And I know Lord Qualdenze will be proud."
"My father? This is troublesome. There will be many tea parties in Wangdu, but it's a little embarrassing to hear my son boast many times next door."
So my father pinches his mouth into this conversation in a flamboyant tone.
"It is about Lord Silopea or Lord Evenapis that makes me hear such pride in my body. Don't worry."
"That was good. Nothing wrong with that."
Where my father put on his och, I felt the indoor air become a loose one.
Perhaps with my response and my father's words, the matters that Count Silopea wanted to check could have been met.
As the head of the Silopea family, I wanted to make the claim that I have no hostility towards the Qualdenze family and that I want to continue my friendship. And at the same time, you should have wanted to make sure that the next generation of Qualdenze was decent, had a good relationship with the contemporary, and was able to maintain the alliance of the three families in the future, at least to that extent.
A certain degree of circumstance in the interaction using the letter would be probable, but the information contained therein alone cannot be conclusive of everything. Some things wouldn't be visible unless we actually talked face to face.
But this is surprisingly difficult. "We're friends as always, right? We can keep friends, right? And, you know, parents and kids aren't bad friends, right? The next generation has the same perception as the present, right? 'Cause I get a bad impression when I ask straight. Why would you bother asking me that, let's just say... etc. It wouldn't have happened if it had been evil pushing.
At first, the Earl of Silopea called his father "Lord Qualdenze".
We are now naturally in a situation where we are aware of our position as kingdom aristocrats because we are going to head to the King's Capital. Still, she didn't call herself "Marquis Qualdenze".
The relationship between the Silopea family and the Qualdenze family is not due to the connection between the kingdom nobility, but because of the friendship between the houses that has always lasted... there is no doubt that there was such a claim behind it.
With what I called "Lord Silopea," I should have been able to confirm that recognition has been handed over to the next generation. If I had called out "Count Silopea" over there, maybe the indoors must have been noisy.
And Count Silopea's sentiment that the brilliant next generation is happy to be in the neighboring realm and as happy as they are about themselves is an appeal to continue to hang out as a good ally.
At the end of the day, my father said his attitude toward the Three Families was the same as before, and I think that my recourse to it made the confirmation that Count Silopea had prepared all-green.
"Oh, you shouldn't. I already know you two, so I'm late for an introduction."
That being said, Count Silopea saw her holding still next door.
"Mm-hmm. Long face."
In keeping with the Father's words, everyone quietly turns their bodies in the Father's direction. My turn is over, followed by the turn of the next head of the Silopea family.
"It's been a while. Lord Qualdenze."
The last time I saw her, she had long enough hair to reach her waist. That's cut short now. Is it something like the middle between short and medium?
Even though it's spring now, the red hair is as bright as autumn leaves really catch my eye. The less habitual hair quality is something that doesn't look like an El Continental, but still only the tip of the hair was curved like a brush.
There is no precipitation in what she does to show a gesture of gratitude to greet her, something reminiscent of the waters of the great river flowing peacefully.
Human beings who can thank you for refining are generally visible to adults. I realize that she had grown up quite a bit as a woman in a while.
On the other hand, only the big red eyes that reminded me of red balls were no different from hers in my memories, where I felt nostalgia and intimacy.
"I have been entrusted with the next generation of Silopea. Therefore, I would like to name you once again. It's Silopea Plume."
She also showed a courtesy attitude towards humans, just like me.
Most importantly, Plume is a woman, so she doesn't make the same moves as me. She picks her skirt with both hands and shows a movement that lowers only her head small.
It is a lovely move like a princess, but its origins are noisy for the price.
Originally this tribute was a tribute shown by noble women to the priests of the Zeth Holy High Council.
This is an indication that you don't have a weapon hidden in your skirt, in short, like being held up voluntarily by a cop.
By the way, the watch check pose I did earlier has similar origins, and they're based on the claim that they're keeping their hands off the sword they lowered to their hips.
Thanksgiving to priests, or appealing to the fact that they do not possess weapons, such elements are no longer conscious today. Only form remains as a tribute shown by the nobility to the superior being.
"I sincerely thank you for such a welcome at Newnelly's Nostalgia Castle"
I guess I've been practicing well, there's no hesitation or tremor in Plume's voice that speaks up properly.
I remember a little loneliness for my childhood fading, but there was simply something delightful about seeing my body grow proportionally to it.
When I stand, Plume turns to my father, so his chest flutter is very easy to understand. Because of this, the presence of milk that started to grow has no choice about the eyes.
If you think about it in a girl of this age, is it the size of a normal level? Ultimately, it looks like it will settle in about the size of a minit.
What a near-cliff it was the last time I saw it. That's why I was so upbeat that I wanted to compliment myself on this occasion. Of course you can't do that.
"This is something that got a lot more beautiful in a little while."
My father only gives his thoughts on that one word, and then starts chatting.
I was also close to my father when Plume used to come to visit Newnelly Castle. But this is the first time we interact as Silopea family people in an official setting.
Plume answered this chat hackneyed, confidently and dignified, as many would feel.
It was when I was feeling emotional that it was growing well besides my boobs, etc. My father gave me a mean look only for a moment.
I think I'm the only one who probably noticed.
There was such a mean response from Count Silopea that my father was wary in the corner of his head that he might make something of himself.
"... the summons suits me well, too. Isn't it like, yes, a butterfly dancing in a clean flower garden? It seems to shine more under the sun than it does now, how about it?
That look was the look my father gave me when he tried.
The dress Plume wears is a flock of blue based fabrics with some black lines. After hearing my father's words, it doesn't even look like a blue magpie butterfly inspired design.
Plume shows the praised hem of that dress pinched with one hand and spread. That's how I bought only a few seconds of time before mouthing an answer to my father's question.
"Ugh. I'm very happy to hear that. This one was made by re-tailoring my mother's dress. Thus it seems that my late mother, and my father, will watch over me and lead me to the right path, and my heart will be very calm. The compliments of Lord Qualdenze will be only if you have the thoughts of those who have devoted themselves to Silopea."
The answer seemed to satisfy my father, he nodded small and glanced at the Earl of Silopea.
After all, there would be no mistake in seeing that we had prepared challenges for the next one among our principals. They are indeed troublesome and stinking guardians.
The current conversation was another poorly bottomed one.
Just as there is a crest representing an aristocratic family called Qualdenze, there is also a crest in the Levios family.
As far as we're going to move to Levios territory, we can naturally say what we need to know.
The Levios print becomes one with a large blue butterfly painted on the basement lined with blue and white, as in Othello's initial placement.
Its large and beautiful butterflies, which live in the Corbovian plains, especially repel the dirt, and say that if the land is even slightly contaminated, it will disappear from the area. The white that forms the foundation of the crest means clean, and the blue means clear weather with no clouds.
Based on them, I interpret my father's words and I say, "Whoa, Kola! Princess Plume joins hands with the Levios family to uplift the Silopea family. Is that the soul or the guts?"... something like that.
Of course, my father wouldn't really be thinking about that. Do you feel like you have thrown an unpleasant question that requires a certain judgment in order to gauge the power of Plume, who has a lot of opportunities to act together in the Wang capital?
He is an oppressive interviewer.
Prume's answer to that is that he thinks that continuing the friendship with the Qualdenze family, imitating the historical contemporaries of the Silopea family, will most likely lead to development.
It's enough for a saggy answer, and it's good to say that it was almost a full stand-up behavior considering I was dealing with it calmly without showing up in a hurry.
Plume, who had finished answering, was not alarmed and distracted by it, but responded without difficulty all the time to survive the chat.
"... whoa, you've prolonged your stand-up. I can't even rest my mind in such a tough place. Let's continue with dinner seats. My wife and daughter are looking forward to seeing Princess Plume."
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, too"
I want you to move on to an easy dinner party. I thought I heard Plume's heart like that.
At the end of the welcome, move straight to dinner.
Dinner parties are places where public and private use can be made.
This time, the Silopea family stayed only overnight in the city of Newnelly, which made it soothing with public elements as drained as possible.
Most of all, a certain sense of tension exists if the principals of the aristocracy are also to dine face to face with each other.
Me and Plume's interaction also only kept the nobility of the conversation between Qualdenze Wilk and Silopea Plume.
Where the meal had fallen, I spoke to Plume in full.
"Princess Plume, do you have a moment to come? My sister is preparing tea."
Note that Fannie is sitting right next to me.
To be precise, Fannie's dedicated servant is preparing tea after meals, so it will be, but that's due to Fannie's arrangement, so there's nothing wrong with the expression.
It is a line that I have no room to say no to, but it is a proposal in keeping with that desire, since I have repeated the remarks made earlier to the effect that Plume wants to make tea in a small number.
"Oh, that would be nice. Plume, go away. It's been a long time since I've seen you, so there's a lot to talk about, isn't there?
"Yes. I will.... Thank you, Lord Wilk, Princess Fannie"
Since permission was also given by Count Silopea, Plume indicates his intention to accept. Slightly, I found my voice playing.
Fannie stood up and walked out of the room when she spoke out of her seat in order to play her role as a host.
After Fannie left the room and counted 15 minutes with a general feeling, I got up.
"… Now, I'll show you"
"Yes. Please, thank you"
I greet my father, mother, and Count Silopea for leaving my seat before leaving the dining room.
Plume follows quietly behind me for about three steps. Most importantly, there are guards stuck on me and Plume, so even if they are silent, they make a lot of noise.
When I felt the hallway with no taste but the sound of footsteps and scrubbing, I slowed down a little in order to have a chat. But Plume paced this move, and the three-step distance didn't shrink.
Guest mode still seems to be ongoing.
At Fannie's suggestion, the location of the Tea Party was decided on the third floor of the castle. When it comes to me or Fannie's room for tea with Plume, it's the east or rooftop of the garden, or the big room on the ground or third floor.
"Is it the upper floor," shrugs Plume, who sensed where he was going from the direction I was going, now that he still has the chills even though he is on the spring side. For her, Castle Newnelly was someone else's castle she knew on her own.
The large room on the third floor of Castle Newnelly was lined up with servants who had finished preparing their tea.
To illuminate the darkness of the night, the interior drifts with warm light balls made of lighting magic.
Not too cold this evening, the windows were open and the room was full of fresh, cool air.
Fannie, the host of the evening, is waiting in a position one step ahead of the servants in line.
Fannie grabbed the dress skirt with both hands silently, bending her knees slightly and facing down when she made sure that me and Plume stood firmly indoors.
"I've been waiting for you. I was introduced to you by my father at the dinner table, but please forgive me for naming you now. I will be partitioning tonight's tea party, located in Qualdenze Fanni. I am truly delighted to see you in this castle again. We would like to extend a cordial welcome to your visit to Qualdenze."
The flowing mouth was stunning and so deaf that it was likely to dissolve into the slightest darkness present in the gap between the light balls.
It appears in a very natural motion to move the servant with only his gaze and encourage him to sit down.
I'm going to forget it's not even an opportunity like this, but Fannie is pretty solid.
"Thank you. I am very pleased to offer Princess Fannie a place like this"
Fannie sat in the chair after I made sure Plume and I got to our seats.
The classic greetings of what was invited to the Tea Party, of what was invited, will continue, and tea utensils will be provided on the desk without sound while we interact with the nobles without difficulty.
"... I prepared a cup of tea that I enjoyed a lot back then. Confectionery has a new one my brother is making me make under the castle. It's delicious, so I wanted Princess Plume to eat it."
When the tea was poured from the pot the servant had in his hand, the fragrant good aroma spread around him.
This is barley tea.
By far my favorite drink on the Elo continent is barley tea, rather than it suits my mouth.
It's not supposed to be like serving it to a noble tea party, but it was a familiar drink for Fannie and Plume, who often accompanied me.
I think it's Fannie's suggestion that we make it a fun tea party between childhood tamers rather than a tough tea party between nobles.
"I thank Princess Fannie for her courtesy.... Yep, very nostalgic scent. I seem to recall my days in this castle."
The smell seems to be of a quality that is deeply linked to memory.
Sure, this is how me and Fannie, the three of us at Plume, smell barley tea, and the scene from a few years ago comes to mind.
A small exhaled prume sends a glance at me and Fannie before whispering.
"... we seem to be as close as we were back then, and I'm a little jealous. Looking at you two reminds me of my brother and sisters. It hasn't been that long since the day I was alone..."
Plume was originally his youngest son and had a sister and brother. I guess there are some things that make me wonder about me and Fannie because they are both dying of Warcraft El Senior's odd disease.
"With one etc... please don't say such sad things. I want to adore Silopea's sister as I used to."
No, but I admire the fact that Fannie's Noble Lady mask is really well made. When I hear that voice that sounds sad, I'm seriously going to worry about it.
"Princess Plume, would you please listen to my sister's selfishness and do it? When I was spending time in Newnelly, I think you and your sister were as amicable as their true sisters. I'm not lying about my sister's desire to lean against your heart for losing a dear brother and sister."
Take my word for it, Plume responds with a gentle grin.
"Thank you for your happy suggestion. For me, this land is as secure as my second home. I was so excited to see Newnelly's sister today. It was just an exchange of letters."
And she spun the word faster than this one came up with the next topic.
"You're starting to want to talk a little nostalgic. … please step back for a moment"
"... Ha"
Reacting to Plume's words, the leader of the escort, who had refrained almost directly behind her, replied small.
I see. I've decided to do it this way.
"Back off, too. All right. Fanny's good, too, huh?
"Yeah, brother."
I gave orders to my own escort, and to Fannie's escort, at my fingertips.
Being my brother and next master, I am also allowed to give instructions to my sister's escort.
"Ha."
The escorts of Qualdenze and Silopea take one step back at about the same time, then stay two and three steps back.
Only one maid of tea personnel remained, but when she made sure that the change was still ahead of her, she also went down sultry.
Even though the escorts have fallen back, they refrain from indoors and our conversations are listenable. But the fact that I dared to lower it means that it is my husband's claim that I want to enjoy casual conversation.
Me, Fannie and Plume confirm the perception that this has now become a private place with only their gaze in silence.
Now I was just wondering from whom to distract, Prume took a deep sigh with the cup he had in his hand.
"……… seems annoyed"
It wasn't Princess Plume who was there, it was Pull.
Attitudes and expressions are the ones that keep the princess mode going, but the words that pop out of her mouth are Plume's that I and Fannie know so well.
"This is Princess Plume, how have you been? I don't think you're feeling very well."
In contrast to her, I try to make fun of her in a tone that includes a little obsession.
"... already. Will, stop it. You can't enjoy the tea that Fannie prepared for you."
"That's right, brother. Because of this, Plume, it's a good time to have fun with your sister. Ugh."
Fannie quickly, too, apparently took off the princess's clothes.
Fannie, showing only a little angry trick, was returning from a noble princess to her usual pretty sister.
I gently apologized for making a joke and threw away the mask of a noble boy.
"Pull, long time no see. Me and Fannie were looking forward to seeing you."
"Yes. I'm so glad to see you too, Sister Plume. I want to talk to you a lot. Hey, brother?
For Fannie, Plume is one of the few thoughtful opponents. It may be said that it is the only being in the same sex that is close in age.
I guess I can't help but be happy and happy, Fannie brightened her voice like a dog waving her tail with great joy to see her owner for a long time.
"Fannie has really gotten pretty in a while... I think it's because I'm a parent and child, and I think I'm starting to look a lot like Master Merley."
"Ugh."
Fannie is honestly happy to be told that she has come to resemble her mother.
And what Plume says is right, not flattery. Fannies here these days look like each other, and sometimes I feel so much like my voice startles me. Especially when you have a low voice.
I don't have a phone on the El Oro continent, but maybe I feel like I'm going to make a mistake with my mother for a moment when I'm over the phone.
"I think your sister Plume has become very beautiful. Today's dress also looks great in glossy places. Your brother thinks so, doesn't he?
Here, brother, praise me! Plume, have a friendly conversation with your sister!... and I can stare at Fannie with sparkling eyes like that. He is a tense princess.
"Right. I think it's as beautiful as a butterfly dancing in a flower under a blue sky."
"Gu."
In response to my comment, Plume leaks a weird voice.
I just told Fannie a story during the welcome to Fannie, where only one person doesn't know his ex, and Plume is back.
"Hey, how was that earlier? You're talking about the dress, right? Did you have a solid answer? Already....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Uh, no more, no. I was answered, but I don't know if it was a good idea..."
I had no complaints about my grading, but Prume didn't seem to have enough room in his mind to self-grade.
He did a brilliant job of greeting and chatting, and most importantly, if you look at my father's attitude, you can tell right away that there are no problems.
When I gave her the general review, she leaked a soothing voice and took only one sip of tea to hide it.
"... right? Really? Because I believe you about Will, don't you?........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I've been practicing greetings lately. Hey, since we left for King's Landing, we're not gonna do that anymore, are we? I don't like it. I've been staying in Wangdu forever."
That means an oppressive interview.
"I don't think so. I just did it because it's now before I left, I'm sure. If I go to Wang Du, I don't have to be nervous about it, so I think my father would rather be gentle.... I'll tell you something from me."
"That would be very helpful. Thanks, Will."
Plume smiled honestly about finally being relieved.
"But I think we did a good job of interacting."
"From what I've heard about your brother, I agree.... Besides, isn't the pattern of that dress inspired by the silhouette? If you were my father, it would be a little mean to interpret this as a butterfly."
Isn't the magpie butterfly the motif......
I'll take another look at Plume's dress.
Looking at it from the front, I find it really great that my chest is only for the price. I feel healthy pornography where I am exposed to the area around my clavicle.
Speaking of which, Plume should be almost as old the last time I saw Fannie right now.
Compared to Plume back then, Fannie was developing better, and thought was moving in a direction that had nothing to do with things like that.
"Will, did you really think it was a butterfly?
"....................................... that's not true"
I think it was because of my father's statement that I was preconceived.
The dress worn by Count Silopea was desperate to work his head about design and motifs because he might need it in the flow of chatter, but Plume's reading of the dress was almost through.
Maybe it was because I was busy paranoid about the contents of the dress.
Plus, there's a realistic reason my father didn't really need to think about it because it's no art for me to bring up Plume's dress once he talked about it again.
"Weren't you good at clothing relationships? Will was thinking about Newnelly's servant costume, right?
I don't like fashion. I just like uniforms.
Even if it's a dress, if you're going to play dressing on the bed, you'll have something elaborate to prepare, but interpreting what it means to be in that costume in a social setting is a task you can't do without being in the mood.
The structure of the spirit is fundamentally different from that of Fannie and Plume, where nature and clothing have eyes.
"Whatever you make, I don't like interpretation.... I guess I'll let Pull rely on me in Wangdu"
To the words, she gave a dazzling smile like when she was a child.
"... Ugh, fine. If Will is in trouble in the king's capital, I'll help him. I've been studying since I decided to go to Wang Du. Rely on the costume."
Hmm, and Plume will be good at it.
That's your sister Plume, and she got in an even better mood for the good word of Fannie.
"Pull and I would move a lot together, so that would help."
"I'll take care of it.... hehe, I'm your sister better, huh?
Plume is born about six months faster than me. When I first met her, she was one year older than me.
Apparently, his youngest son, Plume, wanted a sister or a brother. When I met her with me, she did a lot of hard work, and she smiled and was cute to see it empty.
I think the good thing about Plume is that it's a hard-working place.
I want to show you something solid like your sister, and I love you around the person I want to show you, but I'm making serious efforts even where I can't reach this one. There are some immediate dents, but it is also bright and good around getting up and smiling quickly without snagging there. And out of the question, it's not like I'm not as confident in myself as I say in my mouth.
I've studied desperately to make sure I didn't lose out on reincarnation knowledge, and I personally think that I'm growing up to be a pretty deadbeat princess for a thirteen-year-old princess.
When I was a young girl, "because I'm your sister" seemed half cliche, but as I grew up, the word dwindled. Still, it was quite something to come gleefully to my heart's dick to say "because I'm your sister," as if I remembered occasionally this way.
The unreserved story went on for a while after that, and Fannie and Plume in particular were interested in chatting to fill the time they had been away from.
When it was time for my barley tea to be plugged into the third cup, Fannie finally took a breather.
"... I miss your brother and Plume sister both going to King's Capital. I wish they'd stayed at the castle for a while...... they'd be leaving the castle by tomorrow already, wouldn't they?
I don't even know what Fannie is saying, but for the Silopea family, Wang Capital socializing is quite a burden. Specifically, it's hard to keep a government official in the territory.
That's why, as a nobleman, I'm a little less graceful, but tomorrow I'll be leaving already.
"Yeah, right. I'm just a little nervous because for the first time in my life I'm going to cross the Obieto River. My knights have been to King's Capital several times, but it's the first time my wife and I have... Will ever crossed east?
Aristocrats on the Elo continent are basically a pull.
The truth is that not even a minority, such as my father, who invests in diplomacy in the King's Capital, or Viscount Galliana, who appears flustered, are not too many.
In the case of the Silopea family, they also seemed to go to the Wang Capital for the sake of their predecessors, but I guess they haven't had that much time or room before their character since they became current masters.
"No, I don't. I've crossed it many times lately in the west... and I'm still used to seeing the Obieto River, so why not? By the time we get to Levios territory, we'll have to go beyond the mountains and rivers and the noble territories, and finally we'll have to cross to the Tona River."
One of the seven great rivers of the Elo continent, the Tona River, is the great river that becomes the western border of the territory of Levios.
It's like the Amelia River where the Qualdenze family says it is.
"Really, the king's capital is far away."
You noticed that the topic was turning to the Wang Capital, Fannie said small, hands in hand.
"That's right. Me, Plume, I want to show you something. I'll be ready for you, brother, and I'll take care of this."
Shh, and Fannie, who stood up, let the atmosphere just keep her from saying this reply, after this occasion.
"... I wonder if I've made Fannie pay attention. I guess it's because I told the King's Capital story. I've done something wrong..."
"No, because I got on with it, too. You'll be back in a while, so you can have a fanny then."
Fannie seems to have decided that she wants to talk to the next Lord of Qualdenze Silopea. I don't need to take that into account at all because watching Plume and Fannie's Kishapi Talk on this occasion is the most soothing thing.
Whatever it is, it's just the two of us, so we should lightly turn to the King's Capital in the meantime.
"So, what does Pull honestly think of going to Wang Du? Trouble?"
"Um, it's a long way off, and I don't know if I'd like to vacate the sill opere......... but, actually, I'm just looking forward to it. I have a lot of anxiety and feelings."
"I know how that feels. I guess I'm the same.... I just feel heavy face-to-face with all kinds of aristocrats in social"
I get it, Plume nodded deeply and showed it. The way I put it was kind of like a Japanese middle school girl and it was funny.
How good it would have been to just go to Wang Du to do some sightseeing.
That would be an event to the point of going to Tokyo on a school trip at best.
"You'll be concerned about the Mirendorva family to the Levios, the Atelahan family, and around the Zeldomitra family. The aristocrats since the early days of statehood seem troublesome.... Will's in trouble. Good luck."
"No, because Pull's gonna be face-to-face, too, right?
"Huh. I hope you understand."
She says with a nasty look and gesture.
Plume often acts with me in the King's Capital. It is that there is no choice because she is the princess of the closest position to the top of the Qualdenze sect in the Kingdom of Levios. In the current situation, where we haven't decided on a fiancée for each other, there will be many occasions when we get them to be a pair of dances.
We act together with the Quordenze family, so inevitably we will also have more contact with the other great nobles.
"... I wonder why the Levios family wanted to socialize at this time of year. Will, you don't really think we're just celebrating the end of our friendship with the Mirendorva family, do you? I don't think hustling about the kingdom's survival is the only purpose..."
I disagree with that opinion.
"I don't know about that. Instead, I think that now is the time to let the eyes of the kingdom aristocrats turn to the centre, while the courtship falls. If we stay like this, we will rely on all the great nobles close to our own territory, and the local factions will become more and more powerful. I guess opening up a massive society here has the aim of sweeping away the precipitation that's been made over the last few years."
"But don't we all become aware that the Mirendorva family has won? I think it would be the best proof that the nobility of the province is empowering..."
"As far as rumors go, it's hardly Princess Orcian's credit that the Mirendorva family's counter-attack operation was a success. Isn't this result only appreciated as individual martial arts, and not accepted as empowered by local nobles?
"When I say that, what about Operation Serpent Fang? If you look at the Qualdenze family that dropped Castle Rishleef, you'll find a strong aristocrat to rely on besides the center."
"It's not the same story as Mirendorva, who snapped a poked blade from the front. In the first place, we can fight with all our might because we have an alliance called the Kingdom of Levios. Paradoxically, but I think it's a story that can lead us to the conclusion that the kingdom can be relied upon."
"What about the Atelahans? You say you pulled out of the Orcian army in the battle for the Furshav River? People who were leading that army in this socialization are not coming either. And the Zeldomitras..."
Apparently Plume really has a perfect preview. A good study of the recent situation of the kingdom nobility is conveyed in the dialogue.
Unlike my father's questioning, it was quite enjoyable to have casual discussions like this.
Previously Plume was not in a position to succeed the Lord's throne, so he had hardly ever talked about politics like this.
"... so I think he decided it was necessary to convene here as a royal family. Because reputation is important."
"Mm..."
"I just don't think the hustle and bustle is the only purpose, as Pull put it. He might say something about the invasion of Spierzeik against us.... Well when I say that, I think I have something more or less to say to other kingdom aristocrats. As a royal family, I may have an idea to keep an individual interview with the kingdom nobility. Besides, the Levios want to invade St. Navenpos, and I'm guessing there's something about it."
Not right now, it could be enough to hit the fabric stone to take some action in the future.
"Right.... Speaking of which, last year at the Levios family, they said a few priests were caught plotting evil, but they weren't sure what the purpose was. You still don't know what turned out to be the truth after all, like you confused the people, snuck into the treasure trove, or attacked a village in Levios territory."
Speaking of which, there was talk of that. Something about the capture of a priest who was underground in Wang Du.
Just like Plume says, I still don't know the details of that. I guess it's because the Levios didn't publish it, only rumors have been heard that an anti-Levios priest has been captured.
"I guess I'm just a little nervous that something might have happened like it was Qualdenze territory. Because there aren't many martial arts officers left in Silopea..."
Although it is a terrorist incident in Newnelly Field, which is treated as a top secret, information is shared with the Silopea family.
Though I think the plot went insane due to the priesthood capture on Levios territory, it was all brought forward and the case was made.
"Since the advent of Warcraft El Senior, I hear the Levios family has put a lot of effort into hunting warcraft in the field...... I think I'd notice if there were people acting suspiciously inside and outside the field...... no, maybe that's why they caught you? The priests."
There is ample potential to publish about them in Wang Du socializing.
"Besides, Evenapis' grandfather said so. Even the Sacred Capital said there was some smelly movement. Even this time, I think I'm going to stay in the realm until the very end. You're very alert."
The Qualdenze and Silopea families plan to enter Levios territory with some spare time.
Basically all the journeys will be by land on the El-O continent, where there are no planes, but naturally there are aristocrats who control the land. There will be quite a few exchanges to pass through other territories, and you may receive entertainment in a friendly and aristocratic family.
It's not graceful to ignore this and move around because of it, but as a nobleman, you're badly dressed. For this reason, it was necessary to head to Levios territory with some buffer quoted.
Besides, geographically speaking, if the Qualdenze family does not complete the journey early, the aristocrats on the path will be in trouble.
You can't leave that welcome to the remaining knights, even though there are just as many grand aristocrats coming as the Qualdenze family.
That's why the Qualdenze family needed to be the first of the western nobles to leave.
In the meantime, Count Evenapis planned to be late critical for Wang Du socializing. I don't know if you plan to be late, but I guess you have a strong desire not to leave the territory that much.
The current lord, Count Evenapis, is the grandfather of his mother, Merry, of Galphis descent, who, by type, is his grandfather. In short, it means samurai, not you.
Human beings of this age are generations who know the end of turmoil and are living witnesses to the age of herd eloquence.
Aristocrats on the Elo continent have a strong sense of respect for the fighting aristocrats. And there is an admirable sentiment for the nobility of the previous era, who named himself on the battlefield and won the unrest all over the mud.
It remains self-governing to the limit critical, and in the aristocratic territory it passes through, about how it hurries toward its destination with only minimal greetings, when nobles in this day and age like my father and I do, "How lawless. You're a rude nobleman. There will be no goods," whereas wartime nobles like my grandfather Galphis and Count Evenapis, for example, do, "That's right, heroes who have won the turmoil have different minds. This is what a nobleman looks like defending his territory...... Seriously - Shh! so."
This is an extreme expression, but I'm sure there's such an air.
Are you familiar with the way you treat yourself like that, Count Evenapis seems to be going to reopen and slip in for the timing when the chimes will ring. He is a nobleman with a thick liver.
"If nothing happens, that would be best..."
That's what I said, the door opened and Fannie came back indoors.
Then Prume whispered small enough to only hear me say that this was the last thing he wanted to say, hey.
"... When I heard about the success of Operation Serpent's Fang, I was just a little anxious that Will had become Will I didn't know. My grandmother was happy, but I couldn't imagine much.... but it's good to stay the gentle Will I used to be. Congratulations."
I guess I tried not to let Fannie hear about it because it's a topic with a political element: the Castle of Rishleaf offense.
I don't think he wanted to imitate it like he was kicking me out again.
"I'm glad Will stayed where I know Will. I was talking to him. Fannie, join us for tea."
Plume clouded his tea by saying so to Fannie, who noticed he was secretly talking.
I felt like a man would be obsolete as they told me, and I tell her when Fannie sat down.
"No, no, not everything is what it used to be. Don't you think I've become manly?
As I said, I put my hand on my chin and let him make a slight grin.
I feel heterosexual about childhood taming, which I haven't seen in a long time, and I want you to be thrilled.
"To the extent that I became a woman, I think Will became a man, too."
The reaction is woven, although it is a slightly distorted statement.
"That reasoning means I've become quite a man."
"Oh. Have I become so feminine? It's already lit up."
Plume can stay put that way, but today I'm not going to end this with a joke.
"Oh. Today, I was really surprised when I resumed to Pull. I made fun of you earlier, but that dress looks great too"
"What?"
"I forgot because we've been together ever since, but I've been made aware that Pull is a girl. That's about it, Pull got pretty. Fannie would think so, wouldn't she?
"Yes, brother. Your sister Plume is very nice today."
"Hey, hey... hey... eh? Will?"
Plume put the tea bowl down like she was in a hurry and stared at me.
You're kidding me like you always do, and I just stare back in silence at those eyes expecting such an escape route.
"... after all, Will, you've changed. I didn't really say that back in the day."
"Am I?
"Yeah.... I'm glad... hey, that's embarrassing...... heh"
Plume had bright red hair and eyes, but was now slightly red to her face.
"I mean, I grew up, too."
To be specific, it would be because of my de-virginity.
There was no light against Fannie, who had spoiled Betta since childhood, but I don't remember Plume being embarrassed and able to say much about "beautiful" or anything. At least you've never bumped into him with a straight balloon like you did now.
The last Wilk that Plume had, and the one that's here now, are completely different, mainly in terms of lower body experience.
This is what adult men can afford.
It is a historical fact that there is no more light for praising women because they continue to whisper love in beds everywhere.
I'm starting to feel like I've arrived at just the tip of my finger to the truth of the world that hot men are even hotter.
She was the first and cutest thing that lit me up not to gaze at me.
Apparently, my candid words resonated with her heart a lot more than Kime's face.