I see the Montesquieu family hall.
Much like Nate's Merle Hall.
To call it a "castle" doesn't look like a robust defensive facility.
A complex structure, nevertheless utilizing natural hills. A high viewing deck is arranged.
"Montesquieu is a cavalry house. You lose when you turn to protect.
So take the height.
Discover and launch the enemy as soon as possible. Destroy the museum before it approaches you.
If you lose a lot of color, you run away without a castle or anything.
Old and young, all able to ride horses is the strength of the Montesquieu family.
Running away, Partien shot.
By detachment, lateral fire.
Where we disturbed the enemy's line, it depends on trying to destroy the siege.
"What do you do with treasures that you can't bring out?
"I'm trying not to have it, Tachibana. You often make it a gift.
"'Don't give cavalry bulky things,' they say? Horses, martial artefacts, jewelry, fabrics, or cash and cereals will be delighted as rewards.
"Though the idea of savings doesn't seem compatible?
"Yes, My Lord Dexter. Initially, when we received the territorial state, it seemed to be quite a struggle. According to home history, it took three generations to understand the 'concept' of management?... and the cavalry, even if it's a soldier, will be expensive? There must also be plenty of rewards downstairs. It is a culture where the 'generous' master is pleased, so the balance with savings is plagued by a period of time.
From afar, the sound of horseshoes.
A herd of horseback riders lined up were approaching.
"It's my mother.
Though I am certain that my eyes are good.
The timing of Serge's uttering that one was sooner or later.
A woman in horseback riding clothes, getting off in a refreshing manner.
The voice came through well.
"Dear Philia, I am truly sorry that my husband will not welcome you, even though Victoria is here.
Instead, so Our Lady would have picked us up, though.
Sounds like you care too much.
I don't think there was any more, no, much less, reluctance, such as the previous wife of the Duomo family (Domenico's mother).
"Montesquieu territory continues on the plains. Because the hall is visible from a distance, they tend to think it's almost there, but it's surprisingly distant. I was wondering if you'd like a drink or tea here.
Sa gently set up a curtain and begin to start a fire under the wind.
A Montesquieu youth party runs horses around.
The other brothers form a circle around.
In the meantime... and not even before this one moves.
Serge and his uncle are approaching.
He would have liked to make the time to "back story" away from Filia.
For that, "tea time".
Behind the curtains, let the horses walk.
Unskilled plains to hide oneself.
The perfect place to tell stories you don't want one to hear.
"I'm going to expose the house to shame, but I need to talk to you in anticipation of your Excellency. … my brother's life has been disrupted in recent years. The controls in the house are also loose.
Some of the information Serge sent home must have said about me, too.
As an "external point of contact", or "dirty work manager" … not to mention "chores manager".
"Dear Philia has received the Kaoru pottery of the Führer, very strict...... no," like the flag of a martial family, "we are asking.
That's what I should say Serge.
The information I sent to my parents about Phyllia was also a shooting.
"Luxury life, disturbance of control in the home. I was wondering if I could get in trouble on the day I saw you like that.
"The Montesquieu family is also a powerful family. When it comes to having a properly moisturized life, you can't be blinded. but for the disturbance of control.
"I'm sure you'll find it very unpleasant, uncle.
"Young lady of the other house, it's in front of the warrant. You might consider it a problem with the Mel family's face.
It was frivolous.
I didn't mean to threaten you, but the shock of the word "face of the Mel family" is heavy.
A man blues his face.
"Please, could you please pretend?
There's nothing else.
Thousands of early days are samurai, and there is something slightly cleaner about those aspects.
"In a few more years, I will replace this Serge. I will serve you more than ever before.
Do you want to tell that story to me in another house?
No, it's another house, maybe it's easy to ask for.
If I were the Merlot Party, I wouldn't be able to show my weakness so far.
"If you're replacing Serge, you don't have to worry about anything. Ok. Dear Philia..., I will tell you from me. 'I'm relieved of the tension, a little distracted and tired,' but I'll tell you what.
"I'd love to have you on that line.
"But uncle! Father said luxury? Even if your life is so messed up, you can do enough to come out and say hello! I'm still feeling better..."
A man shows only hesitation.
And as I thought through, I told Serge.
"... oh yeah. My brother's in pretty bad shape. I'm sorry, Serge, but my brother tried to distract you outside.
He's pulling over and slapping Serge on the shoulder.
"What, I'm not talking about this right away. Send Master Phyllia back to the new capital and take your time. Now it's all about entertaining and escorting Master Filia. You are the next Montesquieu family leader.
"You did, uncle. If you go away from Philia's side and visit her, my father will take care of you.
"Oh, yeah.... That's my brother.
Serge, who has regained his vitality, is neatly compartmentalizing the ceremony in the hall.
I borrowed Philia's ears while I captured the figure in my sight.
"... a two-year march. You're putting a heavy burden on our Lord's body and mind.
"It's easier to be on the scene, on the feelings. Is there something like that?
"Do I keep worrying about my father, too?
Could the psychological state of the guest of honor have affected him?
The party in the form of a standing meal was proceeding in a soothing manner.
Until an uninvited guest arrives.
The thick doors of the venue were pushed open with the sound of impact.
Everyone... the people of the "Mel family of Wu" turn around to the sound of being kicked over.
There was one man, standing.
Grasp and tighten the door frame and place your full weight on your left leg.
On your right arm, crutches.
Everyone understood who the sound was.
The man was sticking his crutches out against the door.
Like a pilebanker, no, exactly like a cavalry spear (Lance).
"Oh, you guys. Isn't it terrible? Treating me as a sick person is not!
Yanked cheeks.
Find the guest of honor with your eyes.
"This, Dear Philia. I miss you.
Moving forward and forth, like a bush.
A man's brother stands in front of him softly.
I know what that means, and I came forward in line.
"Don't let me step forward any further," I lend you my shoulder.
"Congratulations on winning the war! Long live the Mel family!
In that one word, there was a definite will.
Saying the shock sound of a door poking, the man still has "power" left.
but that was it.
My eyes are closed.
My body has lost its strength.
... and the man's eyes were opened.
"You Mitterrand! Look at you! I've been rewarded for smashing my leg! Even pretending to be revamped doesn't change your sexual roots. He deserves to die! Ha ha, pleasant! Serge set up a major pattern and asked for a new collar. He has no legacy, the family falls apart. Ha ha ha ha!
Blood-running eyes.
He is drooling from his mouth.
Everyone turns away.
Phyllia was the only one staring.
It was slightly off my face.
Thousands of early days.
It was before there were other guests. In her position, I can't overlook it.
But, but.
This man is Serge's father.
Until two years ago, it was healthy.
It was a heavy town of the Merle family, cutting around the Territory and sending an elite cavalry to contribute to the war.
I didn't want to discredit that honor.
So.
"Yes, my lord! Serge, you have returned safely too, and the Montesquieu family has gained a new realm. Congratulations! Come on, come on, one more dedication.... Someone! Bring me a strong one!
Though it is important not to recommend strong alcohol to people suffering from alcohol poisoning.
All this time, I can't help it. Unless you get drunk and crushed.
Mouth strong distilled liquor, three glasses.
Serge's father finally nodded.
Strength falls out of your body.
"My lord says, 'Later, young ladies'! Montesquieu's Brotherhood! Help me exit..."
Storm left.
"Oh dear, be disrespectful. My apologies.
"I apologize as the person in charge of the line for forcing you to do so even if it was bad.
To Serge's apology, I covered it.
Loud voice.
"It's about booze seats. You shouldn't care.
Ethan, struggling with alcohol, declared forcefully.
"Yes, yes. My dad's terrible, too, huh? He said you shouldn't care, Serge.... but. I have to keep him down.
Rayna's last words were with a voice that seemed to disappear.
"My father, he's not like that. If you lose to Mr. Mitterrand, you will do your part in internal affairs. Strictly trained me... Two years ago, my father sent me out! Not like that!
I know. I know, Serge.
My hatred for Mitterrand was too strong.
In the wake of that death, the taga came off.
On a young day, a man who had no power whatsoever and pulled his legs around him was bothering his master to the point.
Reformed and committed to education, admired by people.
Young day, keep giving him the handles. A man who, even after his frustration, continued to contribute to his home.
But all of a sudden, the fall.
Mitterrand and Montesquieu.
The two men crossed paths.
No, it just seemed to cross.
Two paths, Philia twists and twists again.
"The Montesquieu principals made a significant contribution to the Mel family. There is no one to blame, such as a lapse. 'As he wishes', admits to hiding. Official circular, later.... tell them to cure it.
Mitterrand and Montesquieu.
The two men's paths never crossed until the end.