The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

There are a number of colloquial rooms available at Levios Castle for the purpose of interacting.

When I was led into that room by a civilian in Qualdenze, there were already people there.

"Wilk. That was too late."

"Yes. About the other day, a little. I thought Father might have a word from the Grand Duke later."

State the line you had prepared in your head unchanged. It's a code I had decided beforehand with my father to show that the apology case from Grand Duke Mirendorva was cleared up safely.

At the same time, this has the purpose of hinting at the Atelahan family about the fact that the Qualdenze Wilk and Mirendorva families have had informal contact. It's not a very public story, but as a Qualdenze family, I'd like to show you that we've settled for this victory over Orcian.

"I see you've kept me waiting."

I saw them indoors as I apologized with a voice that seemed sorry.

them. With the exception of me and my father, here are two Lord ancestors.

A very large middle-aged woman and a decently dressed old woman. There is no mistake in the Marquis of Athellahan and the hero Lord Crowne, who is proud of the Athellahan family.

The two of them are sitting in their seats trying to keep an eye out for me. You think it's bad behavior to stare at someone before you exchange greetings, so I don't see much either.

I felt I had met a great man in history because I had looked into him in various books in advance about Crowne, and when I was distracted, I was going to stick with him.

"I want to introduce you both to Wilk, come here. I've already been greeted by the sons of Athellahan."

I obey my father's invitation honestly.

The arrival of Grand Duke Mirendorva was quite late, so as a result I took the form of being late. However, there is no clock-like clock on the Elo continent, so there is no culture to complain about Gucci if you are somewhat late. Thank you because it is flexible enough for me.

Prior to entering the room, a clerk told me that a young man from a branch such as Princess Carmia, the next head of the Athellahan family, and her fiancée, Novalf, was temporarily out of the room.

It is a consideration for waiting for me in the situation of one Lord Qualdenze and four Lord Atelahan.

I can't ignore exactly four times the difference, no matter how much the Levios have partitioned an exchange over that mentz. It is all the more so because it is the top meeting between the Qualdenze and Atelahan factions, whatever it is between the nobles of the same faction.

"May I introduce my son?

A middle-aged woman sitting face to face snorted quietly at my father's words.

My father speaks the words of a short introduction, and I show my gratitude and open my mouth as it ends.

"My father introduced me to Qualdenze, my son, Qualdenze Wilk."

Words according to the method were carefully arranged and greeted as per the model. There is no point in acting abruptly here. I was a little nervous that the Atelahans were dealing with them, but I think I could say hello without any problems.

"I am Atelahan Shaknah. He who guards the land of Athellahan. It's a pleasure to meet Lord Wilke today."

The response of the Marquis of Atelahan was truly simple.

The first face-to-face routine chat time was also the minimum required, with little word play like a mean hook.

I just don't have the vibe of hating or avoiding this one. Probably done with these short greetings no matter who they were, I felt used to dealing with them.

It would be the character of the Marquis of Athellahan rather than the Athellahan family home style. I think this is the part where I get my personality for it.

"It is Atelahan Crowne"

To the extent that the evidence showed Crowne, who exchanged greetings following the Marquis, was so much more aristocratic in his narrative.

"This time the great shield is broken, the rumors of Athellahan reaching the earth have been heard. Wonderful stuff, Voystra's martial arts have finally been crushed. I can tell you the late Lord Cassia has fulfilled his grief."

"I am proud that you have been so praised by Lord Crowne, the high priest of Wu."

In response to my reply, Lord Crowne tells one rumor that flows in the Atelahan region.

With the great failure of the Špiazyk family, which was supposed to have been set up, and the less pleasant victory of the Quordenze family, wasn't the greatest disobedience operation itself a lure trap by the famous Quordenze Luxe as a conspirator in the first place... such rumors.

"What the lychee leaf crusher is, it's very exciting. The fangs that he brought to him, or the swords that were unleashed again? If you realize it, you've come to see the King's Capital by pushing your body."

It was a clowne that made me laugh and laugh broadly, but considering the whole series of conversations, it was also a fully contained word.

It may be considered that this asks about the political ideology of the Qualdenze Wilk individual, more specifically the military aspect, and the future policy of expansion.

The great policy of my father's war lies in the demise of the Spierzeik family, and I have no further expansion in mind. This is a story that is half-publicized and that everyone, if a kingdom nobleman, naturally knows.

If Quoldenze Wilk is the sword unleashed on his father, then that sword should stop only by piercing the Spierzeik family. But if you stuck your fangs out of your own volition, except for the story, you might strip another prey of fangs after eating the Spierzeik family.

What you called Spierzeik a Voystra, what you said about "finally accomplishing" the Rishleaf offense, and the sword you unleashed. All this is a dark indication of the existence of the Jinker En Emperor.

The son of Quordenze, who has the same idea as his father, or he who, once again, succeeds to the idea of the Zinker En emperor and aspires to dominate the continent? It's Qualdenze Wilk, come on, which one are you?... That's what Crowne is asking.

"To look at me more than Atelahan? It's like happy, awe-inspiring"

While buying time with fluffy, content-free replies, I turn my head desperately on how best to return them.

In the meantime, as a first proposal, I have a proposal to tell him that I'm with my dad. It is easy. Perhaps even Crowne would be able to convince himself with that answer.

Because young people with strong ambitions like thinking about continental domination won't cloud their tea by returning an answer that isn't difficult on these occasions. It should rather be mucky and biting.

However, the first proposal is not very well-dressed. Whatever you say, I feel like I'm going to give you the impression of a dumb son of a bong. That's not very desirable for me to lead the Qualdenze in the future.

An answer that tells you that you are reliable as the next head of the Qualdenze family and that you only think about it until the demise of the Spiazeik family?...... that's a pretty difficult challenge.

When you hear the hero Tan about Crowne's war of unification of the Atelahan region, in addition to the divine march, there are many painful stories about ambushing and confusing opponents and knocking them into traps.

I didn't expect to be ambushed in a place that confirms my friendship: an exchange. This kind of thing is best heard in stories.

If I were truly an ambitious man, I'd be like, "You think I'm your father's puppet? This isn't bullshit, motherfucker!" and so on and so forth. "Yes.... Oh, so you're saying that as a Crowne you've achieved the minimum purpose at a time when I'm already buying time like this and thinking about responding? And I can't dress up if I don't give you quite a few answers than I've bought you so much time. I kind of feel like I've gotten into a trap from myself.

My father does the same, but I don't want you to expect me to catch such a peace-loving person.

In general, it would be normal for this afternoon's interactive meeting to end with a light introduction and a little chat and tea. Isn't the heavy story something to be done at the Qualdenze or Atelahan mansions with a separate appointment at a later date? Give me a break. Really.

It's about time we ran out of words we could use to buy time.

I don't have enough time to think about a secure response. Slightly sweating in the palm of my hand.

But any further delays are just ugly. Let's take a bet already. If it works, you can make money, if it doesn't work, but if it sucks, you can force it to connect to the first draft.

"I know very well how it feels to have to be sure of what bothered me. Speaking of which, I was curious to make sure during my trip to the Wang Capital. Are there legends of your mountains and water snakes in the Atherahan region?

A snake retracing the Great River rises to the top of Mount Elektion, the highest peak of the continent. I know that the Atelahan region has its inheritance as well, but I dare ask because it is a forward gesture.

I know if you're talking about a serpent going back to your mountain to become a dragon.

All right, that's how I wanted it to unfold. This connected the road to the end all at once.

I guess Crowne is also finally guessing that the answer is coming, he brightens his expression just asking me to let him hear it now.

It also seemed as if he was enjoying the situation, making his slight eyes shimmer and grinning like he had stripped his fangs. I'm not having any fun.

"The water snake in Athellahan ascends the Workold River, doesn't it? In Qualdenze we ascend the Obieto or the Amelia...... And the water snake changes a little bit."

I guess it's replacing the river that's familiar to storytellers. Crowne looked just a little intrigued, but waited for the continuation of my words, especially without pinching his mouth.

"In Qualdenze, water snakes are not dragons, they change their appearance to serpents"

The water snake legend of your mountain ends subtly differently depending on the region. In the territory of Quordenze, it turns into a mighty serpent with magic power, but elsewhere it turns into a dragon or a catfish.

In an era of limited mobility, I think there are many differences because of the folk inheritance inherited from people to people. And its shape is badly unstable and easily degenerate.

That's what I heard while traveling to the Wang capital, passing through the noble realm of the Athellahans. In some parts of the Atelahan region, water snakes are turning into dragons. Swiss dragons flew in shortly after the story, so I was deeply impressed.

Every time I entered a new territory, I asked the guide's person what was going on in the rest of the world.

Whatever it was, I was fortunate that the end of Crowne's known water snake legend was a dragon. This was a bet.

"Master Left? I thought it was the same story, but it's different."

She is a well-groomed old woman.

"Yeah, maybe you look like a dragon in Atherahan. Born in Qualdenze, it looks like a serpent to me."

The Jinker En Emperor is sometimes called by the alias "West Sea Dragon".

In the Atelahan family, you may have overlaid my martial arts with the Jinker En Emperor to see it as a dragon, but I claim to be only a "Qualdenze person". That it is a nobleman who has the same policy as the Qualdenze family, namely my father.

"If so, is piercing a snake's fang"

Naturally, Crowne also knows the name of Operation Snake Fang.

It is the name of an operation that I have named without any particular profound meaning, but let me use it on this occasion.

"Yes, I thought the next fang would belong to the serpent."

"Ho."

The point of reach of the water snake legend in Qualdenze is the serpent. Quordenze Wilk only thinks about the next battle, i.e. the Voystra invasion and Oseloria strategy. Crowne nodded several times so that he could bite the sincerity I put into the conversation.

"It looks like Quordenze has a good next generation growing up. I remember Lord Cassia.... Hmm?

So Crowne turned his gaze to his father. Is this the end of the greeting and chat with me?

On my own volition, I bit the Rishleaf with my own fangs. The Spierzeikes are going to perish, but they have no ambition for continental domination. Weren't they both able to communicate well?

A paragraph in the exchange created room for me to just observe the two of us.

A grand aristocrat like the Atelahan family, which also deals with adults as big as Crowne, is not half as worn nerves. I quietly wiped the sweat on my palm so no one could get it off me.

I heard the story, but the Marquis of Athellahan is the owner of a tremendous body.

Shoulder-width and 180cm tall would be loosely over. It also looks extra big because of its grand standing behavior.

Even the owner of the same giant body has a completely different vector than Lorna's guard-headed female knight, whom she met just now. That one was in athletic shape, but the Marquis feels the most accurate way to describe it as "Gatai is good".

Do you understand your own body, the Marquis dress is not of the type where the fabric flickers, but is characterised by a strong braided, fatty yarn, which also looks like a leather product from a distance. It was more a cloth armor than a dress.

Compared to that, Crowne is small. I'm old. Yeah, I'm alongside the Marquis of Athellahan, so maybe that's what I look like extra, but I get the impression that I'm really tiny.

However, the sight is very sharp. The giggling eyeballs and glances are like prey targeting raptors. Speaking with attitude rather than words, this heavy pressure felt somewhat similar to the figure of my grandfather standing on the battlefield.

But surprisingly, the amount of magic itself is no big deal. Pretty much better than Viscount Galliana, but that would be an unfortunate category for a nobleman. Just because the Marquis Atelahan has an aristocratic amount of magic, the difference really stands out.

Well, the Lord ancestor's magic power is basically over-attacked. Sometimes a man with a Japanese sword and a man with a fruit knife must fight and the latter wins. At the end of the day, thoughtful goodness, how much you're flying, is the division of the battle. Crowne must be a dangerous person who can betray the accelerator pedal without any hesitation if it is a battle.

While making such an observation, an Athellahan civilian came into the room. Apparently, the two remaining members of the Atelahan family are back.

Given what I've done right away, I guess I've been waiting nearby for my greeting to end.

As soon as my father and the Marquis were in place and granted entry permits, two young men appeared.

A little girl walking upright with her eyes closed and a young man walking behind its oblique back. It also looks more like a princess and a knight defending it than a nobleman.

All that matters is the girl. You don't have to worry about the youth.

Carmia, this is Lord Wilke of the Qualdenze family.

That's what the Marquis of Atelahan said, and now he gently introduces Princess Carmia to me.

Carmia, with her eyes closed, turned to me without anyone instructing her, and took a greeting stance. I heard you were blind, but as rumors have it, there's no obstacle to everyday life.

The host of this exchange is the Qualdenze family. He invited from us in the form of a payback for it, as the most celebratory messenger came from the Atelahan family when Castle Rishleef fell.

For that reason, I will greet you not from me, but from my guest Carmia, who is late.

"Athellahan is entrusted with the guardian of the earth, its next generation. I'm Atelahan Carmia."

She grinned with her eyes closed as she greeted her with seasonal words.

Somehow, but I feel alert. The words sounded a little trembling, and the smile felt kind of stiff.

There were a few people at the luncheon who reacted similarly, so I'm probably not mistaken.

Well, that's my turn next, anyway.

"I am delighted to have been able to meet with the princess of Atelahan. Qualdenze is the man, Qualdenze Wilk."

Honestly, the most nervous conversation I had today was with Crowne, so I was able to get my greetings with Carmia done very well.

And that's the same with the chatter after the greeting. However, Carmia got back on track as we talked, and gradually her smile became something natural.

I can enjoy the chat, this is a very good thing.

This is particularly true of young nobles, but if there is a difference in upbringing, they will have difficulty choosing topics. But Carmia and I were able to have a conversation, and sometimes they came together from the other side. He's getting an education that just doesn't embarrass him as the next master. There was something comforting about telling the story in a heartfelt way.

You can also see how fast your head spins from the conversation. Sometimes I worry about the weak way you talk hidden, but this will be due to the shallowness of the day when you assume your position as a successor. Unlike me, she shouldn't have dreamed of succeeding the housekeeper until the El Senior disaster happened. I've been officially nominated lately, but I've always been conscious.

"That dress, the red of the Atelahan, shows really well. I've heard of this as the color of the Zarea Zelia flower, but it must be a beautiful flower"

"Well."

I picked my skirt with one hand so that Carmia could boast about the dress and just open it slightly to show it. It is a princessy and cute move.

Atelahan Carmia is about the same height as a woman on the Elo continent as average or a little below that. Like Crowne, he looked tiny when he stood next to the Marquis of Atelahan.

It is difficult to understand because I have kept my eyes closed all the time, but it is a brilliant child face. Because of that, you're taller than me, but somehow you feel smaller.

Somehow, she's a woman who feels like she wants to protect you. I wondered if the gene of my real mother, the Marquis Atelahan, was out strong... so I compared it and it was surprisingly similar. It just looked macho to the face because of its good width, and the face of the Marquis of Atelahan consisted of a surprisingly cute material if you look only at the individual parts. It doesn't seem noticeable because it is stretched vertically and horizontally. Carmia is tightly and cutely put together, thanks to the right size around it.

Carmia and the Marquis most closely resemble each other is the voice. Low and calm. Because the tone is also grown up, you should think that you are an intelligent, calm, beautiful sister type princess when you only listen to your voice.

She is a girl with quite a gap in appearance and voice.

Second, it reminds me of Lorna.

She is a sleek, long beauty with long black hair that looks great on her. Even though he was one year younger than me, he was taller than me. I remember him looking taller than his actual height because he was also in a loose shape. But my voice was animated, and I felt like a child around talking softly to Po. It was a voice that seemed less troubled and happier, so it might be suitable for the Holy Witch.

"Ugh. You're good. Thank you."

The look of Carmia's dress smiling deeply resembles only a little of her high school uniform. Does it feel like a burnt brown blazer with a greasy cardigan?

In fact, it is well dressed and finely decorated, and the cardigan-like part is sewn in yarn as strongly as the dress of the Marquis of Atelahan, though it is like cloth armor. Is it also the custom of the Atelahans to incorporate armor into the motifs of their dresses?

Carmia had some brown hair on her shoulders and should have been sixteen years old now. For this reason, my first impression of her was "high school girl". It is a word that comes quite zucchingly in the lower body.

Just separated by the story, Carmia turns her face only for a moment to her fiancée who stands diagonally behind her. And I said I wanted you to introduce him.

I'm not very interested, but this is like a ritual. I'm willing to accept.

"This is my fiancée, Atelahan Novarff."

I turned my eyes only on the youth, and I rang voices like "Yeah" and "Oh," with my throat, and I glanced back at Carmia.

"You're engaged. Congratulations."

"... Yes. Thank you."

I am concerned that Carmia's reaction was delayed for a moment.

You shouldn't be treating Novarv the wrong way. Novalf is only the fiancée of the next Lord on this occasion. My lord Shakuna, my first lord Crowne, my next lord Carmia, they are so inferior that I can't help but compare them to these three.

There is no need for me to have a conversation with Novarv, the next winner of the Quordenze family, in an extremely public setting where there is a strong element: the first exchange between the two contemporary generations of Quordenze Atelahan. It is sufficient to react slightly to the greeting. Even if we were to have a conversation, it would be after the tea party started and we broke it down somewhat.

In fact, Novalf kept pushing and holding back on his tricks to make himself smaller even when introduced to Carmia. Evidence that I understand that I am not in a difficult situation.

... Carmia could be mellow on Novarv? Like a female version of a biased aristocrat. So he treated my fiancée lightly and said he was a little upset with me.

From the greeting conversation, she decided she was not such a short woman, but should the evaluation have been put on hold? I can't say anything because people can run wild because of their sex.

My surprise at her behavior interrupts the conversation in a strange way.

You hated the silence, Carmia showed a move to interpret it as a signal of termination and agreed to close each other's introductory time.

She let her mistakes be undone. I wonder what the hell the freeze was earlier.

When everyone gets to their seats, the tea sets are handed out by the hands of servants on the side of Qualdenze and tea and confectionery are prepared.

This time I prepared a white tea bowl that I made in Newnelly City.

White vessels made in St. Navenpos in the past are now precious antiques and juice is a treat. But I could have poured as many white tea utensils from Newnelly as I wanted.

"Oh?"

When the cup was poured with tea, Carmia raised a small voice.

Apparently she's always magically sensing the position and shape of things. But judging from this reaction, it also seemed to recognize the color. I've never heard of the magic of perceiving color, so am I knitting it out independently?

... No, talking and praising about the tea utensils they've served at the tea party is fundamental to the talks. Maybe he's just pre-deciding on a "white vessel came out" or something. The shape of the finger of the person sitting next to it should be easy to ascertain if the magic of recognizing the object is extreme, and it is possible that it is conveyed and canned with a finger around Novalf.

Either way, the voice now is clearly a "I, I see you" appeal.

Her voice was addressed to me, so I needed to respond.

"This tea appliance was very recently completed in Newnelly. Enjoy with the tea leaves of Qualdenze"

"You were. For ancient grills, I thought it would be like this, but if it was made by the hands of current artisans, it would be satisfactory."

There's a natural grin on Carmia's face that says it's a good product. It wasn't that I was proud of my knowledge, it looked like I was purely reputating tea utensils.

The Marquis of Atelahan, and Crowne also continue to tell her how they feel. The reaction was superior. It has been conveyed that we both have a strong attachment to white tea utensils.

The good aroma of the poured tea spreads indoors, creating an atmosphere of enjoying tea and confectionery for a long time.

Castella, prepared as a tea treat, is the only Earth treat I could reproduce. I made it in cooking practice in my previous life in elementary school, but I only remembered the ingredients and the rough way to make them, so it took a few years to reproduce them.

Rare confectionery became a good ingredient to make the conversation bounce. It's worth bringing a servant from Newnelly City who could purposefully make castella.

Like Fannie and Plume when she first ate Castella, Carmia was also smiling quietly and eating pampered at a high pace that would not be rude. I'm sure he liked it.

It should be noted that seeking a replacement for tea confectionery is not particularly embarrassing. It was quite a smile for my mother and daughter to get together and ask for a replacement for Castella.

Castella told me a story that partially distorted the fact that I was a treat made using a good cook's maid, and Carmia put a question on it and returned it.

"Speaking of which, I have heard from visitors to Zareazelia that the New Nellie Silk was conceived by Lord Wilk"

"Oh, I didn't know rumors had reached even Athellahan. Indeed, silk is what I ordered it to be made."

"Silk, too, does that mean anything else?

"Yeah, this tea appliance is what I made it too. I asked my father to let me come out here today."

Appeal shall be made to the fact that it is not a product naturally occurring from the private sector but an industry with Qualdenze strings. If I want it, I ask my father.

And it also has the purpose of manipulating the impression that he is an enthusiastic son in internal affairs. Don't let them think I'm a militant nobleman any more than I am now.

"So it was true that the city of Newnelly had an organization called the Order, and that they were doing all sorts of activities there."

When asked only there, it is as if it were an evil organization that thinks nothing more. The Pioneering Order is a less dark organization with grand signs on the front streets.

"Is it an organization that makes white vessels in Newnelly silk...... the Marquis of Qualdenze gives your son a very great deal of authority, is it still an extraction that you think about the future?

Apparently, the Marquis of Atelahan thought that my father was entrusting me with some of the governing mechanisms of the Qualdenze family.

Well, I never dreamed that the Pioneering Order was an organization that started from scratch for my play. In order to keep a secret around it, it is not a mistake because it is supposed to be a group directly linked to the lord.

"I thought I'd let Wilk do whatever he wanted. It hasn't gotten very handy these days, and it's reliable."

"You value education. I'd like to apprentice."

Apparently, this will be a kind of story where my father's opulence is appreciated.

Indeed, from elsewhere it may appear that we are leaving the Territory's major industries to our son to have an on-site experience. A father who turns one of the biggest causes involved in the future of the territory into a teaching material for his son instead of letting him do a difficult job that is okay whether he succeeds or fails...... I see, he looks educational enthusiastic.

"That being said, don't you understand the importance of learning practice even in Atelahan? I've heard rumors."

Now it's my father's turn to ask questions about the Athellahan family's education. This one only provides information that's hard to tell the truth, but we do it well.

My father seems to be trying to find out about Novarv's military arm and his educational methods that stopped the Millendorva Orcian army from marching. The Son of the Lord's Ancestor, born in the Athellahan family, seems to lead the soldiers from an early age, and you want to know what the training is around, or what it makes you do.

Education in aristocratic neighborhoods is a hot topic to talk about. How to raise a child with the mighty power of the Lord Ancestor, this can be described as an eternal proposition for the nobility.

Carmia, a little out of hand, talks to me as my parents talk hot.

"Lord Wilk is also keen on politics, isn't he? I was wondering if you were a samurai when I heard about the big shield splitting in Rishleaf."

Think about it for a moment, and then I'll keep anticipating the timing so that I can hear not only Carmia, but the rest of the Atelahan family.

"You have to shake off the firepowder that will get you down. But protecting the earth from warcraft, protecting the people's livelihood and connecting people's lives to tomorrow… I believe that is our noble duty to take care of it most."

It is possible that the Atelahans consider me an aggressive aggressor, just as Crowne just shot me in the first place. Here again, this time we shall keep the nail on the next generation of Carmia as well.

I am just a good pacifist planning the extermination of Spierzeik in order to pay for the firepowder that came down from the Levios family. I just want to connect my beloved sister with her life tomorrow.

There may be confusion in the interpretation, but I look at Carmia with confidence because of words that are completely out of my heart. She took my gaze from the front.

"I think it's a really fine thing. Because Athellahan also puts the idea of earth protection first."

"Then you want to stay close to each other who share the same values."

"Yes."

To sum that up, Carmia nodded with a smile. I wish you'd tell me I'm the one who puts Love & Peace first.

"Speaking of earth protection,"

Suddenly, the Marquis of Atelahan has entered this conversation.

The Marquis's voice is strangely loud. It is the kind of voice that missed adjusting the volume because it was too conscious to interrupt.

It must be because of that. Everyone paid attention to the voice, and strange silence came indoors.

"I was very concerned about the ornament that Lord Wilke was wearing earlier."

"Is it this way?

Marquis Atelahan nodded forcefully as he placed his finger on the metal part of the jewelry ornament attached to the costume.

"Yeah, yeah. Right there. Its comatose dark color and fresh lighting...... I think it is in very good condition. Isn't it a treasure that's been cut a thousand times lately?

I'm finally getting down to business! As much as I could hear the voice behind it like that, the Marquis' voice was up. When we can talk so far with great joy, that has something interesting to do with it.

The Marquis of Atelahan is a man who thinks that the Crusade of Warcraft is the greatest honor to the aristocracy.

It's roughly like nobility where the back tables are few and the lies are poor, but no one loses their sense of responsibility as protectors of the earth... that's roughly what happens when you sum up the person reviews of the Marquis of Atelahan in the aristocratic neighborhood.

By the way, this is categorized as a good rating if you say it good or bad. The Marquis, who is honest in character and has a proven track record of crusading warcraft, has a certain amount of trust, both inside and outside the faction.

"That's something you can tell by the lighting. As the Marquis of Athellahan noted, this was taken from the warcraft that showed up in Newnelly last year."

Well, raise your voice high and the Marquis smiles. I was going to laugh at the reaction like an aunt who saw my first grandson, but I didn't feel strange and unpleasant.

"That's a very fine thing to do. Hey. So, what kind of warcraft was it? What was your first name? What's the fight?

Until just now, the only thing that pointed at me was my neck. Looks like he's looming gooey.

I knew this would happen from the beginning. I am conscious of not turning my gaze toward my father and stare strongly around the Marquis's throat.

It's the beast I defeated, so you need my firm answer. If you look at my father here, you could be mistaken for a son who won't let me talk to him.

"His name was Siberkroga the Warcraft."

So once the words were separated, Carmia sandwiched her mouth from side to side.

"Siberkroga...... lucky tortoise? Was it a warcraft that looked like a tortoise?

Tortoise or soppone, because it was turtle-based, I agree.

"So, the fighting type is unknown. Versatile, if you dare."

"... is it universal? If it's that color, it might have to be."

The Marquis of Atelahan continues his words with his hands on his mummy chin.

"It is said that many mature warcraft posing as creatures living by the water have strong polluting abilities. If you looked like a turtle, it is possible that the fighting type was polluting...... because most polluting Warcraft extremely pollute the surrounding land from shortly after birth. I came to the conclusion that it was universal in Quordenze. I guess that means it didn't show such characteristics. Again, we should think about analogizing fights from the outside only to the point of reference."

Somehow the Marquis of Atelahan is thriving on his own. You're talking to me, you're asking yourself, you're getting lost in judgment.

"To imagine from the thickness of the treasure, does it mean that the crusade itself was settled in a very short period of time and defeated before we could identify the fighting type? Some mature warcraft take time to fully exercise their demonic powers even when they emerge from the field. Because we defeated them before they showed distinctive behavior, we concluded that the erasure method was all-purpose, …"

Before I say yes, the Marquis moves on.

"... but this must be lucky. If you are a mature warcraft with a small treasure like this, the inherent demons can be unimaginable. If that type of struggle had been polluting, the suburbs of Newnelly City must have done a great deal of damage that was hard to beat to the brush tongue."

So the Marquis of Atelahan smacked his hand small, as he appealed to him that he had noticed something.

"Warcraft Siberkroga, isn't this name going to include the meaning of celebrating that we were able to crusade quickly? That's a good name."

No, what were you going to do if I answered?

There are many far-fetched remarks. As rumored in the alley, the Marquis of Atelahan seems to have a character unsuitable for the lord of the aristocracy. As a nobleman, I like it.

For once, the reason for naming is not incorrect.

Name the Mature Warcraft after the Crusade. This is a traditional practice that continues from the times of old to the present.

Detailed rules do not exist for naming. It is often named in ancient languages, but there are also names in Ero, and geographical names and city names may be borrowed. Around it is the discretion of those who name it.

In this case, I took the liberty of serving as the crusader boss. Siberkroga, an ancient language meaning "Turtle of Fortune" as translated directly by Carmia, derived from what the Marquis of Atelahan spoke.

"And that's a good darkness."

Perhaps if this was Atelahan territory, you could show it to me right now, and I would have spoken to you asking you to lend it to me for a second. But even the Marquis of Atelahan doesn't seem to run wild enough to step that far into his Qualdenze family opponents in the King's Capital.

"If you don't mind, would you take it and look?

"Well! May I?"

"Of course.... but right, because I've been blessed with the opportunity to see you like this, can I do you just one favor? The best martial arts for me right now is this jewel. When I had this in my hands, I missed the reverence for my forefathers, who had defended the land of Qualdenze for generations. Could you give me any advice from the prestigious Marquis so that I can continue to carry out my duties as guardian?"

I would argue that the greatest martial arts for me right now is this jewel. He insisted that he attached more importance to defending his territory than to the fall of the Rishleef.

Crowne, Carmia followed by the Marquis of Atelahan. Now I will also type directly into the words that deny the Wilk Ambition theory.

... Is it conveyed? It's telling, maybe. Wilk, you are an introverted boy who prioritizes his own territorial stability, except for the conquest of Spierzeik. You better understand.

When I confirmed that the Marquis Atelahan had responded briefly and positively, I handed every ornament to a civilian in Qualdenze. With gloves on, when he cleverly removes only the jewels from it, he gently passes them to the Atherahan civilian, who has prepared the cloth that will serve as a pedestal. The relay of the treasure eventually reaches the person who asked for it.

"Oh, oh! Ahhh......!

Observe the marquis leaning forward only slightly as he shivers the jewel placed on a thick cloth. Its eyes are serious enough that you can easily imagine that you genuinely want to put your face closer to the table.

Soon he seemed impatient, saying no to me, then lifting every piece of cloth jewel, keeping his eyes close, and then watering the light towards the window for an appraisal. It is entirely the eye of a hobby, of a jewelry maniac.

Since this is a place of friendship, a little manipulation is allowed. In addition, if you praise the opponent's martial arts, some overreactions become unquestionable. It's just a big buzz on its own though. The Marquis was a little evil noticeable.

Crowne looks at my father with a difficult face. I think he tells them, "Sorry my kid exaggerated" to judge by the movement of his fingers. If you want to compare this finger gesture in Japan, the closest move is to having one hand in the shape of a chop with a bitter laugh.

And Carmia grinned at me with a seemingly sorry face, and gave a real example of her intention to crusade her real mother's warcraft, as she had explained.

"Ha...... really, great stuff. I didn't know you'd leave such a thickness in the size of an Arial... really, brilliant"

I know very well that the Marquis' words, obsessed with the jewels, are out of his heart.

It may be the strength of the Marquis of Atelahan to be able to use this kind of genuine diplomacy. … minus that seems to be more of a loss though.

It's almost the Marquis' fault, but you'll need to change the vector around here because the topic is focused on my story.

"Is Arial Ma, now spoken of by the Marquis of Athellahan, a mature warcraft crusaded in the Athellahan family?"

The Marquis nodded small, removing the ornament on the dress and knitting it at me.

At the center of that accessory, shaped like an ice crystal, are mounted balls the size of ping-pong balls. Probably a jewel.

From my position, the jewels are small after the distance, hard to tell because of the spherical reflection of light, but I think the black is dark.

"This was the strongest mature warcraft of all that I confronted. As you can see, the Warcraft, Arial Ma, falls under the category of Kentulk Warcraft."

The threat of mature warcraft is expressed in five classes, but it is more common to describe it using past warcraft belonging to the same class than to directly say that it is first and second.

In the case of the Qualdenze family, the calamity that once struck the city of Newnelly, the Warcraft Calliestebe, is used as the second reference warcraft. For this reason, when the second most threatening Warcraft appears, it is called the Calliestebe class. The Warcraft I defeated last year will be the Kaliestebe Class Warcraft Siberkroga.

But this is a local expression of the territory of Quordenze, so to speak. If we are to say it in a way that goes global, we need to call it second place, or we need to use a reference warcraft made in the priesthood.

The Priest's second-largest criterion for the Threat Class Warcraft is Kentulk, a warcraft that appeared in the Holy City hundreds of years ago, so if you use it, it will be the Kentulk-class warcraft Siberkroga.

Most importantly, the expression of the aristocratic local tends to be preferred nowadays because it is a criterion made during the priesthood. I guess the Arial Ma class is the second-largest criterion the Athellahan family has.

Nevertheless, I am surprised that what the Marquis of Atelahan defeated is regarded as a reference warcraft. Since it is a short house of history, is there not much of a second place warcraft in itself?

No, maybe he thinks differently than the Qualdenze family. For example, you think there are rules that use the latest Warcraft as a criterion?

The Warcraft of the Class is not immovable.

Even in the territory of Quordenze, they were given a first thought as to whether to change the second standard Warcraft from Kaliestebe to Siberkroga. It just disappeared.

He said the Qualdenze family has a custom of using "warcraft with great damage" as a reference warcraft. The reason for this is extremely simple, in order not to insult the mature warcraft.

To the future lord: "The Siberkroga class is the one that my lord defeated several generations ago overnight. Weak, isn't it?" rather than "The Calliestebe class is a warcraft that attacked the aristocracy that ruled Newnelly before the Qualdenze family, causing near annihilation! Super serious!! You want me to think."

Threat Class II - Warcraft Calliestebe, Threat Class III - Warcraft Norstetta, Threat Class IV - Warcraft Momocalf, Threat Class V - Warcraft Alcnor, of which the Warcraft is the reference, has always been very damaging to the territory of Qualdenze.

"At home, we are based on warcraft that were heavily mobilized in crusade warfare. Maybe that's the same reason as the Qualdenze family. It's a standard to warn the next generation not to insult the power of the Warcraft."

It doesn't seem to be anything I'm hiding in particular either, and Marquis Atelahan easily answered me when I asked him a question lightly.

"... If there is any advice from me to Lord Wilk, I think it would be to adhere to that standard that Qualdenze has cherished. I know it's important to be proud of your martial arts, but I was wondering if that's what it should be like to be the guardian of the earth, to convey your thoughts about the Warcraft to future generations."

"I see. Thank you for your golden words."

As for the Atelahan family, is it acceptable if I follow the policy of the Qualdenze family? I mean, we need to have a problem until we destroy the Spierzeik family.

No, but these are the words of the Marquis of Atelahan. No backs, no shit. Sometimes I just talked about my thoughts as a guardian.... I'm a little anxious that it might be possible. I kind of feel strong in a different way than Crowne.

However, if this interpretation is incorrect, Crowne or Carmia will add something to it so that it is not misleading. I have no particular action from them, so I decide to accept it as it is.

"Wasn't the Warcraft Arial Ma a considerable threat when it came to the high number of troops mobilized? May I ask Takeo?"

When this one turned to the water, the Marquis of Atelahan began his crusade story of the Warcraft Arial Ma with pleasure.

It is a tale of a brilliant defeat during a crusade against the Atelahan family on a vicious mature warcraft coming from the land of mist, opposite the Workold River. Occasionally Crowne nodded nostalgically, showing that he was in the fight.

Where the story was getting exciting, the Marquis waved the subject to his daughter's fiancée.

"Do you remember Novalf? You would have left a message at the castle in Zareazelia because you were only a little girl."

And this young man, he's a hell of a giant. If he goes out to rugby or ameft, he is likely to advance while knocking down his opponent like a tank. No one would suspect being said to be the real son of the Marquis of Atelahan.

Shaken by the topic, Novalf answered after showing his overmatched flesh a shrinking trick.

"I'm about four or five years old by then, so I barely remember. Was the castle in Zaleazeria nervous anyway and about horrible? My mother and father went to the battlefield, so I was anxious."

Does this mother mean Novalf's real mother? The total mobilization to the division seemed to mean that the Warcraft Arial Ma was a threat worthy of the second rank.

"And Lord Carmia was not born yet?

My father speaks that way to Carmia. I guess I called in the air and shook the subject because I felt like I hadn't been following a single story since just now.

When Carmia nodded at his father's words, the Marquis of Atelahan overlapped the words.

"You were in my stomach back then."

My father, of course, was surprised by the Marquis, who always said that.

Because the Marquis of Athellahan, when confronted with the warcraft Arial Ma, now told me exactly that he fought the battle of lion vigour as one of his generals. I never thought a brave and resolute marquis attacking a warcraft without regard for the dangers I had imagined in my brain as I listened to him was a pregnant woman.

There were some frigid rumors that the current Marquis of Atelahan crusaded the Warcraft even during pregnancy, but I didn't know that was true. From the reaction, my father said it was his first ear.

"The height of Athellahan's will is stunning to defeat the Warcraft despite his pregnancy."

Basically, this story is like, "Marquis Atelahan, wow! Oh, my God! Sounds like a story that ends with."

But I had one thought.

It is doubtful that Carmia's visual impairment was caused by the battle.

I know very well because I used to release magic into silkworms to improve the variety.

I still don't know exactly who magic is, but I do know that it can be extremely harmful depending on how you use it.

Its harmfulness manifested itself prominently when it let the silkworm eggs release their magic. Most of the eggs either couldn't stand the magic of the Lord's ancestors or they decayed as they were. Luckily hatched potato worms were also alienating, or many behaved suspiciously. It is almost coincidental that a silkworm was born that spits Newnelly silk.

The ancestral and subordinate women say their magic power output becomes unstable during pregnancy. Isn't this a magical instinct to try to protect the fetus from maternal magic? I also hear that you will be instructed not to use much magic during pregnancy.

It's just, well, even silkworms have hatched withstand my magic, so it's unknown how far it affects the human fetus.

Speaking of which, do you mean it was a warcraft crusade? If it were a battle, the magic of aggressive emotions would have swept through your body over and over again. That could have adversely affected Carmia's body, which was a fetus.

It's all speculation, but as far as I'm concerned, I didn't really feel like praising the work of the Marquis Atelahan.

Whatever the irresistible circumstances that caused the territorial demise, as far as the black of the treasure was concerned, it would be an occasion for pregnant women to flee because they were able to crusade early.

A precious beauty named Carmia may have disappeared from this continent. Beauty is likely to give birth to a beautiful woman, and Carmia's death is nothing more than an act of picking out the possibility of the birth of a beautiful girl we have yet to see. This is an unacceptable outrage.

"I want to be proud to be a protector, like my mother."

That voice of Carmia was somewhere humbling, something I felt unsure of. You were unconscious, she smiles and drinks tea to fix it.

That weak figure came all the way to my heart. Let's just take a little adventure.

"Lord Carmia fought and survived with the Marquis before he was born on this earth. I thought Athellahan's blood was strong."

He seems to have guessed that I was saying a word of comfort, and Carmia tries to tone her voice and brighten it up and answer.

"I'm glad you said that. I would like to join the battle as the next generation of Athellahan and give you martial arts if you have the next battle."

"Together, let's put our hands together and drill the next generation of positions."

It's just a word of liturgical friendship, but one trap is included here.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you."

So me and Carmia laughed at each other and confirmed the friendship between Qualdenze and Atelahan.

I'm going to get to the point.

"When it comes to the next generation, Prince Dunkel has asked me to talk to him or not in the middle of the night club."

As a result of my half-guirred mutual engagement, they couldn't talk about what they had originally prepared. That's why he asked me to talk to him again during the night club.

"Oh, I've been invited, too."

I know. Levios, Mirendorva, Atelahan, Zeldomitra, and the next generation of Qualdenze wanted to meet. Prince Dunkel also said it was the last time he invited me, so Carmia couldn't possibly not know.

I change the direction of the conversation slightly while posing as I was the first ear.

"Really? Looks like we'll see each other again on the spot. Will Lord Carmia attend the night club as well?

As I said, I turned my gaze to Novalf, who would sit next to her for just a little while.

"Yes, because we want to take care of a place of uncomfortable interaction."

Today's schedule is as easy a gathering as the opening ceremonies, exchanges and nightclubs but later ones. Sometimes the boundaries of the participants are wider, but nobles don't like to remain nervous forever.

According to my father, nightclubs that take place all year round are well paid for. He also said that moderation would be more protected than usual this time because of the large number of people anyway, but still should be enjoyable with disrespect.

Unmarried, married, fiancée or no fiancée, conversing, dining or dancing regardless of age, position, kingdom nobility or independent nobility of jumping in and participating. It should be noted that people who don't like that kind of air don't come to night clubs.

I say make as many refreshing smiles as you can and let it slip away a little bit.

"Then maybe I'll see you at the night club. Then let me take your hand."

Then Carmia gave her a surprised look for a moment, but immediately laughed couscous. You must have noticed I had a series of conversations just to say this line.

"Oh, ugh. You're good. Sure, sure. You just said you'd drill hands together. Hehe."

"Ha. Oh, I'm glad they didn't say no."

Yes, I had a long conversation just to make an excuse to invite her to the dance.

They also say the faction hedge will be low at night clubs, so it's not that weird if I invite Carmia to the dance. This is all the more so because we are having an exchange in the afternoon.

But it's safer to sign up in advance. Perhaps at the night club, Carmia and Novalf will act mainly with the two of us. There is no zero chance that Novalf, whose fiancée hated to dance with other men, will continue to dance with Carmia for an extended period of time. It's like getting Marquis Atelahan's approval now, I can't say I don't like Novarv if I say I want to dance.

For once, I showed Novalf a mindful attitude before we talked, and the application itself is a light one: "If I see you, dance with me". This doesn't make me think I fell in love with Carmia at first sight and showed my bias. I said, "I'll pick you up when it's a night club," etc., but it's totally out.

The aristocratic dance is quite close to the body and can touch the back, hips and buttocks with natural flow. It's just a demented event for me.

First Plume, then the princesses, who were secretly eyeing, and Carmia. I can't help but look forward to the night club now.

"Looking forward to it"

Listening to Carmia's Social Dictionary, I put my thoughts on her ass.

I had a really good interaction today.

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After interacting with the Qualdenze family, the Atelahan family faces took a breather in the break room.

It is a very private space with only four indoors: the Marquis of Atelahan, Crowne, Carmia and Novarv.

Most importantly, sometimes on the Levios Castle grounds, there are not many words to be exchanged. Plus, we can't stay long because we're preparing for the next exchange.

"You're tired"

That's what Carmia says, she shrugs her shoulders.

The Atelahan family's greatest challenge was the identification of Qualdenze Wilk. The position pattern of the next generation, her mental fatigue, which was to have a conversation with the wildest, is by no means small.

"Carmia, what did your lord think?

Crowne's questioning lacked doubt synonyms, but the three of them understand what that means.

"... I thought you were the one who had difficulty expressing it in words. When I classify that person in my words, I feel like I'm going to take away my essence."

Then just say what you think.

Carmia looks back at the talks from the beginning, in contrast to Crowne, who tells her to state only her individual thoughts, which need not be summed up.

"The amount of magic was amazing and I was a little scared at first"

"I guess so. I would have noticed that. Novalf, what about your lord?

He interprets it as a question about the amount of magic.

"I thought it was an unusual amount of magic. That amount is unthinkable in common sense. I felt a threat completely different from the one I felt for Princess Orcian."

So he searched for words, worried about it. Orcian and Wilk, it was he who could feel the magic of those two closest.

"Lord Wilk's amount of magic is a little incredible. If it's the quality of Princess Orcian's magic, there's nothing I don't know..."

Can't you think of a good analogy, Novalf just held his head and couldn't spin the next word.

"So how's it going?"

Due to lack of time, Crowne immediately proceeds to the next story.

"That's just the guy from the Qualdenze family, and I didn't think there was a way to thank him or to educate him. I want to set an example."

"Yeah. I was in the mood to be shown the awesomeness of history that the prestigious aristocrats have piled up on. I'm very anxious to have been able to talk properly."

Continuing with the Marquis of Atelahan, Carmia.

"I think Cal was fine, except for the fact that he got a little upset the first time"

Following Novalf, Carmia says as if she remembered.

"Lord Wilk, by the way, felt he was a strange thinker. Mainly, my attitude toward Nova."

He seems conscious, and Novalf immediately comes to the point.

"... that Lord Wilk would be right. I was anxious to see what happened to Cal when he hardened."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. But it was really weird."

This exchange, Wilk didn't seem to care about Novarv's existence. That was the most puzzling thing about Carmia.

Carmia with visual impairment is seen by the surroundings as a "defective progenitor". What happens when Novarv, next to her like that, "the lord ancestor who succeeded in repelling the Mirendorva Orcian army and was chosen as the adopted son of Crowne and became the son-in-law of the next Atelahan family lord", lines up. Most noblemen make perceptions such as "Carmia is the next master of half a serving and will serve one in conjunction with Novarv".

As a result, the nobility who talks to Carmia will be more or less aware of the existence of Novarf, who is "half-body".

"Even when you said hello to the Marquis of Qualdenze, you would have spoken lightly to Nova, wouldn't you? I don't know extra because of that anymore. Parents and children seem to have different fundamentals of thinking..."

When Carmia introduced him to Novarv, Quordenze Luxe sends an ale to that effect: support Carmia as her fiancée. It would be wrong to do that.

However, similar things had been done many times when we had talks with the nobles of other houses, that is, since we left Athellahan territory.

Carmia is clearly being numbered, but she can't be angry from the front either. It cannot be said that the Athellahan family cares about Novarph, who has been adopted by the proud hero Crowne, until he is somewhat out of his modus operandi. And no offense to the other side. Angry can be perceived as more disheartening.

In principle, Wilk is right.

Carmia knows that, but she couldn't understand it.

The only time Wilk became aware of Novarf was when someone shook the subject to Novarf. That's also the least you can do to turn your gaze for a moment.

Wilk's attitude toward Novalf is consistently toward the inferior human being.

And for Novalf it was a shock.

Because when Carmia was stiff, she was about to make a statement. If you do that, you will deny Carmia yourself. It's just a shame coating.

There was nothing more Novarf could do on that spot than Wilk looking at Novarf as an understatement. It was the first experience I had been in a hurry when I was kicked out of a mosquito net completely, although Novarf had bitterly felt that I would be noticed in talks with other houses until now.

"I wonder what I think of Lord Wilk... I don't know..."

Carmia thinks with a roar.

Being rightly respected as one Lord ancestor is an unknown experience for her. I don't know how to accept things I don't have experience with.

Anyway, in Athellahan territory, it is still so negligible from those with divisional muscles. It's only been about a year since I received my next Lord's nomination, and my surrounding perception hasn't changed much.

"Isn't that a good thing? Lord Wilk felt favorable towards Cal. They even invited me to dance..."

"... Nova?

To blame her fiancée, Carmia makes a grumpy voice. My dear fiancée dances with other men, so be more jealous... that's what I wanted to say Carmia, but there's just something embarrassing about mouthing it.

Novalf, on the other hand, was not a child enough to be jealous of a thirteen-year-old boy.

"Lord Wilk is a gentleman. You invited me to dance as a matter of course. Maybe I'll dance with Lord Wilk a lot tonight, not Nova. And that brick-looking tea treat was fascinating."

Puffy Carmian attitudes are familiar to Novarv. Carmia poses angrily, and Novarph gets over it. It was a classic interaction for the two of them.

"Did you invite Carmia to still take care of your friendship with Atelahan?

The Marquis of Athellahan interrupts, not having either of them as objects.

"I don't know. I don't know if Carmia was just the stomach of choice. Kakaka."

"Big Lady...... I don't think I would be so frivolous if I saw Lord Wilke standing today. Perhaps this one was wary of Lord Wilk and asked for greater friendship."

"I share Cal's opinion. There are also rumors that Lord Wilk has a woman obsessed with the city of Nambonan. I was wondering if it would be hard to think of anything that would make me fall in love with other women cheaply. … and I often invite people to dance at night clubs, even if they're not women of their choice."

While studying at Aotearoa Hall, Novarv attends quite a few nightclubs. It's vain to wander around shabby, so I rarely invited the proper princess to dance or anything.

Basically aristocratic men are wives over sexual activity, but they don't hate to interact with women. It is more like a favorite human being. I like beauty, and seeing a pretty girl makes me smile. It's just hard to get an erection.

"Oh, would you have danced with so many women if Nova had? I didn't know."

While under Cal's sober gaze, Novarv chose to move on.

"At this meeting, Lord Wilk had many statements to make about his desire to take care of his friendship with Atelahan. I think it would be a good idea to consider that this attaches more importance to the fight against the Spierzeik family than anything else. At least, as things stand, I was wondering if you'd think about it after the Spierzeike attack. I can't read what will happen in the future though. He wasn't sure what he was thinking."

"Hmm."

"I don't know much about Lord Wilke. But my relationship with the Marquis of Qualdenze seemed very good. So it's hard to think about denying your father's policy from the front. Will it continue to move the Marquis Qualdenze's policy first and foremost?"

"Well, that's funny"

Crowne smacks his hand small in response to the remarks of the Marquis of Atelahan. That is advice for Carmia and Novarff. The two immediately realized what it meant.

Carmia and Novalf, who were trying to determine Wilk's character, paid all the attention to Wilk. Crowne says learn from the approach of the Marquis of Atelahan, who tried to capture the presence of Wilk from his relationship with his father.

When dealing with a troublesome human being, the Marquis of Atelahan has a habit of indirectly obtaining information by looking at the human condition surrounding that person. I was observing Wilk this time, applying that familiar method. Note that nobody knows the fact that my mismatch with my sister sharpened this technique.

"I, Lord Wilk, do not feel as ambitious as continental unity. It looked like someone who preferred that and a reasonable idea. If there are many interests, will it also be positive for King Levios's proposed invasion of the Sacred Capital? I felt a strong willingness to invade Spierzeik."

I'm not very sure. But Carmia told him exactly what she felt.

"I suppose it would be sincere to want to destroy Voystra. I felt an extraordinary determination."

"Again, that's Qualdenze's blood. The Marquis of Qualdenze will be glad to have missed the same thoughts as the next generation."

But Crowne twisted his head at the words of the Marquis of Atelahan. And state what she thinks to pick up the fragmented intuition scattered across her head.

"No, it's not what my father wanted. That one craves a voistra himself. But it is not due to the cause or resentment of the house. That eye looks ahead. I try to get ahead of myself by reaching it. That's something different from the Qualdenze era."

To Crowne's story, the three pierce silence.

"I can't wait to destroy Voystra in my day. To destroy, destroy. Snake resentment persists.... but that next generation is different. That didn't seem to hold any thought in destroying Voystra. The trees on the mountain road are as good as ever."

"Is it? He seemed to feel a strong responsibility to defeat the Spierzeikes."

"... no, Mother. I somehow understand what the Big Lady means. Lord Wilk did not appear to have any particular strong feelings for the destruction of the Spierzeik family. Fallen trees falling into mountain roads can be truncated, but that doesn't mean fallen trees are hateful and cut. I hang up because I block the way, that's all. I feel that Lord Wilk's feelings towards the Spierzeiks are rather close to you."

I have no feelings for my enemies and I strongly hope to destroy them because they are just out of the way. For the four of us, that seemed very puzzling.

To Carmia's commentary, Novalf contemplates.

"... assuming Cal is right, it would mean Lord Wilk is aiming for the end of the mountain path"

bread, and Crowne slaps his hand.

"That's it. What the hell are those snake eyes looking at..."

"Is it still continental domination when it comes to the next conquest of Spierzeik? Draw in the kingdom of the Qualdenze and you will have a great power in the central part of the continent."

"In due course, it is.... I haven't felt much territorial greed or power greed since I've listened to you. I even felt like I thought it was the best time to add or subtract water from the kingdom's great aristocracy. That would be quite a trick if it was an act... well, that would be a good idea. Now those snakes are not looking at the continent."

Crowne says it's a mistake.

"Whatever it is, it's not the right thing to do this time. I can't read that. If I reached for the detour, I might have been bitten by poison fangs."

At the end of the word, Carmia and Novalf attempted to advance.

"You'd better see how things go for a while than not knowing what Lord Wilk is up to. So much so that many times in talks he insisted that territorial stability would be a priority after the domination of Spierzeik. I don't even think we're going to change policy sooner."

"I think Cal is right. I don't feel anything particularly ambitious at the moment, except that my actions are suspicious. However, I still don't think we should keep an eye out because we can't read the movement"

To the two remarks, Crowne nods satisfactorily.

And she decided to share her thoughts.

"Conveniently, Carmia will be invited at the night club. Look at the people approaching you."

"Approaching human, is it?

"Master Left. That looks somewhere like the three boys from the Managlis family.... the kid over there had an understandable character."

The three Marquis of Atelahan, Karmia and Novarv reach the figure at about the same time.

"You think Lord Wilk resembles Emperor Jinker En?

Novalf, the first to open his mouth, asks.

The three sons of the Managlis family, who were once given a sword wave and left the house, it is the later Jinker En Emperor.

"I'm not a jinker-en emperor. Three boys from the Managris family."

Crowne laughs like he makes fun of Novarv.

But there's no grin on that face.

The eyes were sharp, staring far away everywhere.