The Tanaka Family Reincarnates

My mother was a tough man.

"Hilda, how many times do I have to tell you? The thank you angle is too shallow"

Being one of the Duke's daughters, I endured the hysterical words of my mother, whom I called discipline every day.

Even after I learned the trick, I began to focus on pointing out the angle of gratitude by deliberately looking for bad things.

Fathers held high office in the country, so many did not come back, and there was no need for servants to help them, and they really lived alone every day.

Without any doubt, I endured even my mother's hysteria, and the time passed, and I was old enough to go to school.

All the classes I chose were also decided by my mother, and I only took classes to be a good wife.

I met my teacher in the senior class of courtesy in the third year of school.

I couldn't even thank my mother for her persuasive angle forever, but I was still able to advance to the senior level.

"Sensei, I really missed the thank you angle. My mother always scolds me....."

Anne teaches me gently with my long forehair in my ear.

"The most important thing about manners is their attitude to think about them and not make them uncomfortable, Hilda. However, there are many different kinds of people, some people think it's beautiful to give the same thanks, and some people think it's not enough. Some people may change their mood on the same day."

That's exactly what my mother was like.

In the morning, I get angry when I thank you shallowly. At night, if you thank me deeper than in the morning, I get angry if it's too deep.

The next morning, when I thanked her about yesterday, she was angry when she thanked me too much. I was slightly aware that this has been repeated for many years, but I couldn't give my mother an oral answer.

Just shut up and wait for Hysteria to leave.

"Why can't you do what they say? What kind of kid is that? All you have to do is listen to me. As I always say, if you don't learn manners as well as I do, you'll have to meet a nice man."

I'm right.

It is relentless to attack anyone who believes in it and believes it to be wrong. Even if it is truly correct, is it something that we have to deal with so far?

Dr. Anne also taught me how to protect my heart.

Thanks to the various angles in front of the mirror, he repeatedly measured using a calibrator to guide the most beautiful angles.

"Hilda, you're taller, so thanking people deeper makes you look a little bit bigger when you get up. So this angle is the best. From now on, please decide on this angle for the pardon, thanksgiving, and thanksgiving. If you still get the same accusation from your mother, let's verify it with me again. If your mother's accusations fall apart every time, don't change them."

It was my first time. Someone told me that maybe my mother was wrong.

Both the servants of the Mansion and the father, who only came back occasionally, moved according to his mother's words. I'm giving up because it's the fastest way to finish hysteria.

When I found out that the words of my mother, who kept screaming so hard, had not reached anyone, I began to think that she was not a poor person.

I thank my mother at the same angle every day, every day.

My mother's point is different every day, every day.

I was confident that I was not even a decent person to thank, as my mother said. My heart became lighter.

Dr. Anne helped me measure all the angles of the most beautiful work.

When I realized it, there was one more teacher and one more companion in the empty classroom that I was alone with.

There were many ladies who suffered just as much as I did without knowing.

In my case, it was my mother, but it was my father, my tutor, my behavioral apprentice's mistress, and so on, but they were all worried and suffering.

Height, weight, face size, neck length, shoulder width... everything is different.

Find the person's most beautiful angle.

One criterion emerged from what had been much more ambiguous.

With this angle, you can protect your mind no matter how pointed out.

It leads to confidence and is even more attractive.

For me, courtesy became a weapon to protect myself.

Marry, have a child, measure the angle and give him a weapon as he grows up.

In particular, Mersa at the bottom became smart and polite, quickly wearing the angle herself.

Melsa chooses a school lesson that I couldn't learn: mathematics, physics, magic, economics, even more difficult, and that the lady said she couldn't.

Melsa finished her grades well, whether she was told that she was a man or a man, or was advised that she would be struck by a stake that came out.

"Why do you let your daughter like you be so tough on manners?

Some of the male-dominated aristocratic societies asked uncomfortable questions.

However, Mersa has developed courtesy early on. She has a weapon to protect herself. Then you can do whatever you want.

"Because a woman is smarter than a man doesn't mean she has bad manners."

I'm probably stronger, too.

Time has passed, and by the time of my grandson's generation, there has been no more talk of manners and manners. Love is more important than toughening parents these days.

It was time for the throne to give way to my son, and when I started thinking about retiring, Mersa at the bottom came with her daughter Emma.

"Mother, please keep an eye on this child. Somewhat... no, please be strict."

Melsa married her grandson in the border territory about a few weeks before she first came to King's Landing.

Emma had a scar on her face and she was wearing a veil.

The three brothers' manners had the impression that they were not the most senior but not so bad, and were properly taught when they grew up in the surrounding countryside.

"Melsa, calm down. What's the matter with you...!!!

Emma wasn't wearing a veil that day.

A terrible scar resembling the adorable face I saw for the first time is engraved on my right cheek. The color of the eyes that looked up at me was green, unlike the other brothers.

Light pigmented, clear, breathable green.

The color of the Duke of Sullivan.

When my eyes meet, I smile. Unlike Hilda and Leonardo, it has a soft, calm, fluffy appearance and a small, slender, luxurious body.

It is younger than the actual age and has an unreliable atmosphere. Severe scars will remain even as they grow.

"I see. Emma goes to school for a month after school. Let's get the carriage ready."

We need to get this kid armed.

If you have to live with this scar from now on.

The most powerful weapon I've ever given you.

It might get a little tough.

But...

I want to equip you as much equipment as possible so that you don't get hurt.

Manor's demon is likely to retire a little further.