The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

Half the month of March passed.

Adults don't always hang out with Isaac.

Morgan has a job as Foreign Secretary.

Hans needs to be allowed to take over the remaining duties as Deputy Secretary.

The other nobles celebrate the graduation of relatives' students and prepare for their admission celebrations.

We don't have enough time to spend on a work relationship, and more private time makes that a problem.

I only have about a friend who comes to see me.

But it doesn't mean I come to see you every day.

Inevitably, I was spending more time with Patrick.

"Here we go."

Isaac throws a shallow plate with a wooden bottom like a frisbee.

I started doing it somehow, but Patrick seems to enjoy it because it has a fresh flavour.

Better nori than throwing balls and branches.

"Throw it again," he said, shaking his tail wide, offering Isaac the plate he had picked up.

"All right, all right, all right"

I'll stroke Patrick, who picked up the plate, and now I'll throw him strong.

"Ah."

At that time, a strong wind blew and the plates flew farther than they thought.

It crosses the hedge near the center of the garden and goes to the other side.

Patrick follows the plate, and Isaac follows behind it.

It is for Lucia and Melinda that there is a hedge in the middle of the garden that divides the garden in half.

I didn't even do anything like building an annex because there was a public body, but I was concerned that it would be easy to have a tea party by splitting the garden in two.

Isaac stepped across the hedge for the first time.

(Doesn't look different)

It was a garden like the one Isaac usually used as a mirror copy.

Probably to make the customer feel contrasted when they look at the garden, making the central hedge look meaningful as gardening.

The only difference is whether Isaac has a flower bed or not.

It looks the same.

But I find Isaac uncomfortable like "the first relative's house I've been taken to".

(No more Melinda or Nathan. I don't need to feel comfortable with anyone...)

If we go into this side of the garden, no one else will complain.

I no longer need to bisect the mansion.

Yes, Isaac was free to use every room in the mansion to get better.

- Except for grandparents and parents, Claude and Bridget, and the servants' rooms.

... Yes, Isaac was free to use most of the rooms in the mansion to get better.

I don't need to feel comfortable anymore.

But for many years, we lived in division.

I feel indescribable because I'm used to that life.

Isaac, who was experiencing such complex emotions, feels signs at his feet.

Patrick on the plate said, "What's going on?" He looked up from Isaac's feet, looking at him like he said.

"It's okay, it's nothing. Come on, let's do this."

Patrick helped me when it was hard.

I want to deal with them when I can play this way.

Isaac stroked Patrick to delude him and went back to where he had been playing until earlier.

Tired of playing, Isaac finishes his nap lightly with Patrick.

After taking a nap, I went to make sure that I was curious.

The destination is Nathan's room.

You don't have to check.

Instead, I know it's better not to check.

But nature and legs were headed that way.

(... right here, right?

Even though Isaac was a brother, he never entered his brother's room.

I rely on vague memories of "I feel like I somehow saw them coming in and out" because it doesn't bother to write a plaque or anything about whose room each room is.

It's a room where no one else uses it anymore, so turn the door knob without knocking.

Fortunately, it wasn't locked.

"That, what's Eliza doing?

Isaac speaks to the maid who was inside Nathan's room.

I have a hataki, so I knew it was being cleaned, but Isaac hung up on me like that.

"I'm in the middle of a light cleaning. Until Master Randolph is restored, he is ordered to keep the room. What happened to Master Isaac?

I guess you didn't think it would be sneaky to dispose of your belongings right away just because you're dead.

Then I'm sure Melinda's room is intact.

Don't be shocked when Randolph visits Melinda or Nathan's room.

"I..., I wonder why. I don't know... You may have wondered what kind of life my brother lived..."

Isaac's teeth are broken badly.

Because I really don't know why I wanted to come to this room myself.

That toothless evil made Eliza wonder, "Are you here to immerse yourself in sentiment? Makes me think."

"Let's stay out of the room for a while?

She took care and suggested we leave Isaac alone.

But Isaac shakes his neck to the side.

"Nothing's fine. Because I just look around lightly. Tell me if I'm going to get in the way of my job."

"Okay. If there's anything I can do for you, say anything."

"Thanks"

When Eliza returns to clean, Isaac looks around the room.

(Mothers have a big influence on conditioning products.)

There are three types of conditioning at the Marquis Wellrod mansion.

As a whole, the mansion has an atmosphere that is not too flashy and too plain, whilst making you feel the heaviness of history that you are not ashamed of as a grand aristocrat.

Isaac's room had a slightly plain vibe, though not on a level of my mother's influence or embarrassment as a nobleman.

Isaac likes it because it calms his mind.

In contrast, Nathan's room is also firmly influenced by her mother, Melinda.

It was once a flashy interior like the one I saw in the annex of the territorial capital.

One wrong step is likely to make a fool of me as a "golden hobby," but even those who still have a sense of common people, like Isaac, have a perfect balance to make me think they are "gorgeous".

I guess this was Melinda's taste.

(If my room was like this, I wouldn't have settled down knowing it was my stuff...)

Unless you're a born and raised nobleman, Isaac has memories of a previous life.

"What if I hurt my conditioner," I thought I was completely sorry to live freaked out.

Regarding this, I appreciate the fact that my mother is from the Viscount family and has a good understated personality.

A heterogeneous presence in such a room caught Isaac's eye.

A wooden knife that's a little old, with no splendid decorations or anything on it.

I'm standing on a night table next to my bed.

Isaac came closer and took the wooden knife.

(Is it just a wooden knife? No, you don't)

There is a slight change of colour in the patterned part of the wooden knife that is so painfully unknown.

That spacing fits just with Isaac's fingers, so Nathan would have been holding it.

I guess he even shook bare enough to rub off the surface of a stiff wooden knife.

(Were you actually a hard worker?

Isaac hasn't spoken to Nathan much.

From what my grandfather told me, "Nathan wants sweets and toys" and from the fact that he's a grand aristocrat child, he had the image of a "lazy fucking kid" on his own.

I didn't have the impression that the wooden knife was being used in so much that it was less polished.

Just looking at one wooden knife felt like it would change Nathan's impression.

Isaac returns the wooden knife to its original location.

(But if you were looking to succeed the Marquis, it wouldn't be nice to just punch in the sword training)

If you succeed the Marquis, it should be good with swords and other preferences.

You can leave the contention to the knights in charge.

Boasting personal martial arts shouldn't be something a Marquis person should do.

Isaac was practicing his sword too, but that was to kill Nathan.

It was Isaac's idea that he "should be a commander capable of using a strong swordsman" rather than having dreams like "be the strongest swordsman".

Next Isaac heads to his desk.

Though it belonged to the dead, I felt caught fishing in the desk.

So I took the bundled paper that was placed on the bookshelf next to my desk.

The contents were poetry-written objects.

(Uh, I knew Nathan used to write poems, too)

As a nobleman, I can't even grate the artistic side.

Isaac also taught me how to write poems.

Writing poems was embarrassing.

As much as I think I'm sorry to be seen by others.

(But Nathan's dead, and you can read it.)

There is also a desire to know what Nathan wrote, but I was curious about what the aristocratic children born and raised in this world would write about.

I'm going to turn to perky for future reference.

And as I read it, my guilt begins to budge in Isaac.

(This is a love poem...)

From the time I crossed half of the bound paper, the presence of "you" began to appear as if "you are blooming like a large wheel of flowers".

Nathan must have made his first love, too.

You mean Bridget?

Neither did Isaac think to frame Nathan for a trap until he used his love for Bridget.

Because of this, I tend to forget that Nathan fell in love with Bridget at first sight.

Does it represent Nathan's depths of itching to write "you" without giving a name?

Proceed with a little reading of the poem and put the bundle of paper back on the bookshelf.

Isaac also has feelings for Pamela.

Because Nathan's thoughts weren't hidden, but even Nathan's opponents didn't want to imitate peeking into other people's love hearts for the sake of interest.

Isaac tries to leave the room.

It was going to be hard knowing too much about Nathan.

"Are you sure now?

Eliza stops the cleaning hand and asks Isaac.

"Yeah, it seemed like it was too early to come to this room. Good luck cleaning."

Isaac left the room saying so.

Patrick's room is on the way.

I want to hold Patrick again and keep my mind down a little.

(Thanks to all the circumstances of Grandpa and Grandma, some aspects were painful but helpful)

- Wouldn't it have been nice if you'd done something more about getting along with yourself and Nathan?

Sometimes I thought so.

But now I'm starting to feel glad that there's nothing to get along with.

What if Nathan and I were close brothers?

We would have played bareback together or run around amicably in the garden.

Nathan could have revealed his feelings for Bridget and made fun of it.

Isaac is sweet for a person who thought he was "in his body".

I'm sorry that my father welcomed Melinda as his second wife, and that he didn't take care of Lucia and Melinda well.

But I'm never trying to abandon you, even if you don't see me as sick as you are now.

Even with everything, Randolph is an irreplaceable father to himself.

(If Nathan and I were getting along... Probably couldn't have killed it......)

Until now, I couldn't say it was a very good environment.

But there are some aspects of it that are helping, so I couldn't complain about it.

But it's now that I really think about it.

- I was wondering if there was any way you didn't have to kill Nathan and the others.

Now Isaac is ashamed of himself that he can only come up with violent solutions.

I wonder if there could have been a more convenient solution.

When I thought I let him die in vain because of his immaturity, I felt like the whole thing was getting hot.

Isaac wipes his eyes with his fingers.

"No tears..."

Isaac's whining leaked out of his mouth.

Back to back with emotions, I can't seem to weep for Nathan.

If I were myself in my previous life, I would still have cried for him.

(Wanting power means changing people...)

Isaac was surprised by his change.

I don't know if that's my nature I've had since birth.

I'm just becoming a different person, "Isaac Welrod," than the one named "Shu Takahashi."

That was the only thing he could understand now.