"Master Henrik, your brother?
"Then why here, Count Judal's..."
The pedestrian walls were twitching, and I was solidifying with my eyes round too.
Henrik looks down at the poor lady with such cold eyes as he has never seen.
No, you're not.
I've seen that look before.
I wonder where.
Well, I remembered. That's Henrik's face you were supposed to marry me in a nightmare.
'Cause I love you? Stupid. I don't even want you in my sight if you're not from the same clan.'
Hated and cursed me in my dreams. The face of Henrik Valevski, who was Remilia's fiancé.
Right now, I'm not the one Henrik sees with a disgusting gaze, though I was the first lady he saw.
"Why did you come when you didn't even have an invitation"
"That's what your father did!
When Henrik asked in a low voice, the lady protested with tears in her eyes. Even I would have found her adorable if it wasn't in this situation. She looks around like she's asking for help, but there's no saving hand.
I figured out who she was, and the guests would have noticed.
Henrik's parents are unfamiliar, and Yoanna is now away from the mansion in her sister Olga's separate home.
My husband, Count Judal, soon after marrying Joanna, has made a lover outside to spend time with her and her two daughters. - Henrik, I don't think he's been home much to the mansion.
As the gaze of curiosity poured relentlessly on the Henriks, a tall, somewhere degenerate, atmospheric man emerged from the hedge.
"Teresa."
"Father!
Count Judal, Henrik's father, rushes over to his daughter as he panicked.
When I held my daughter up, I then directed the grin I had taken care of at my son, who was taller than I was.
"Heh, Henrik, tonight..."
Henrik's expression freezes further as Count Judal tries to say something.
... I grabbed my skirt and took a big, deep breath. Speak out of your stomach.
"Well, I was here! Henrik!"
I think I turned my voice upside down, but I think it was a bar read, but no, I respect you!
Remilia, you are an actress!! I don't have a thousand masks, huh?
But now, let's put on a full, energetic floating mask.
"Remilia"
"I wanted to show Henrik something, and I was looking for him. Come on, come on."
I was unexpectedly called out and bewildered by Henrik's arms.
I smile and let my gaze swim in the mood of the empty Earl of Judal.
Uh, I wonder if Stannis is here.
Somehow... I look around for a moment and I see Stannis and I were a little far away.
Stannis, who figured out what I wanted to do, just said "It's always okay" with his mouth movement and made a circle with his little fingers.
That's Stannis! Already!! Love it!! and gutted posing in my heart, I smiled at the wild horses and showed them exaggerated thanks.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to my hosted nightclub today. I'd love to show you something today."
The music sounds from the front of the hall, as if waiting for me to give a signal.
Guests are sensitive to interesting shows.
And you also drew my willingness to divert my gaze from Henrik, I suppose.
I continued with an innocent voice.
Don't let your voice tremble, and hold Henrik's arm with all your strength in your stomach.
"Let me show you as soon as possible the touch of a new play sponsored by my beloved aunt, Olga Bertri"
My play-lovers got a little famous before I went to the West Country.
Although I specialize in watching, it's a famous story that even on Aunt Olga, I throw private property to support the troupe.
The two singing princesses who were standing by to show off as a pastime took off their masks and revealed their flower faces (baskets), and as they advanced in front of the crowd, they cheered from the young girls.
Good, you ate it.
"About the play."
I smiled and called on the main guest of the day.
"Auntie, can you introduce me?
When I asked, a beautiful woman who was near the singing princess smiled and proceeded.
Now the men squirm a little.
Olga Bertri. The Marquise of Steinburg, a flower in the social world, slowly moved the fan with a grin on the glossy beauty of an unknown age.
"Thank you for giving me the time to introduce my seat, Remilia"
I was relieved.
Olga is skillful at speaking. Now, I'm sure everyone's consciousness deviates.
The deacon, Sebastian, moves quickly to speak to Count Judal and his daughter and gently urges them to leave. I don't know where you took him, but if Sebastian and Stannis were going, I'd do well, I guess.
I invited my cousin to the seat reserved for the theatre.
"... Aunt Olga told me that she would only show me a little of her new work. I've been looking forward to it. Henrik, why don't you join us?
Than the water color, with blue winning eyes, Henrik looked down at me.
My gaze is far away because I have been able to make a difference in height from much.
Henrik shook his head with a severely tired face.
"Tonight, I'm going home.... I'm sorry I watered the night club. Apologies to the Duke must be made tomorrow"
They waved me away, and I thought I'd chase them, but they have people's eyes. I'm not going that way.
A voice was called out to me, staring at my back away.
"Remilia"
"Vincent"
"You're leaving the hall, and the Marquis isn't likely to perform either, are you? Even though I'm the biggest fan of the first seat. I'll go after Valevski."
Vincent laughed a little and took control of Isaac, even though Isaac tried to tell me that I was too.
"Tonight, I don't think Zach should be here. I'll report you later."
".................. ok"
Isaac sighed, retreating.
Sure, it might be counterproductive for Isaac to go to Henrik, who is rough in his relationship with his father.
Baron Kirchner, Isaac's father, is the master of the leading northern chamber of commerce, albeit of low titles, and, to put it further, a likeable figure without a multiplier.
Like everyone I meet likes him...... It contrasts too much with Count Judal......
I asked softly for Vincent.
"Can I ask you a favor?
"Sure, I'll come back later to say hello to Remilia."
Yeah, so I took the seat I had reserved.
Until earlier, Aunt Yoanna, who was in the hall, has also disappeared.
Shit, I felt my stomach ache, but I didn't see anything at all, and the father of the affair appeared, so I just felt a little easier.
I know you're angry, but you're not the one to put that on the table.
- The play was great, and I let it enjoy all the way from start to finish, but I watched it fluffy and restless.
I felt so sorry for the performers.
◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆
"Torn in water blame and finesse, and on fire. Which one do you prefer?
- Count Judal blushed, uhh, at the words so direct that they spilled out of his smile.
The night club ended without delay, and after all the guests had returned (except for Vincent, who is with Henrik), I was taking a trip to Count Judal, who is in the guest room.
Receiving wine from Sebastian, who refrained by his side with a difficult face, the Earl slipped his gaze at first.
"Marquise, I'm sorry. I made a scene of your pride. But I didn't mean to make a scene... forgive me with generosity."
"Oodle"
Piscilling an excuse that seemed to go on hard, Aunt Olga put a closed fan over the earl's neck. I'm gonna slash you off, just saying.
"Trying to make a scene, it has nothing to do with making a scene. You should apologize for lying and calling the uninvited to Vaza's mansion."
Count Judal looked at me as a chillary and sighed loudly.
No, I don't care what you think you want to sigh on.
To attend today's night club, I have an invitation. Count Judal said he wanted to call his cousin's daughter to a night club. He wants to give him a tour because his daughter in the province is coming to Wangdu.
- Although I was a little lost in Aunt Yoanna's and the unfriendly Count's offer, the fact is, it seemed certain that you had a daughter in that relationship, so I asked for your permission...
There's no facial authentication in this world, so we just have to trust the sincerity of the people we bring in.
The Count brought..., not the lady I invited, but Miss Teresa, a daughter with the wife of the inner edge of Count Judal.
I'm sure this scandal spreads to the social world.
It would be a disgrace to me for inviting you, but... more importantly, I remember Henrik's expression.
I saw Henrik's face that hurt... a long time ago.
"Dear Remilia,"
"What is it, Count?"
As opposed to a cat stroking Earl, I want you to forgive me for my voice pointing.
"Teresa is a really good kid. Today...... I apologize. It is true that that child yearned for the social world of Wang Du. For once, as a parent, I wanted to show you a noble night club. Brilliant..."
"So? You said you chose to host my meeting as her place to learn?
"It is! He's smart, he's sober, and he's a Remilia-like talker..."
Blue muscles run on beautiful temples on Aunt Olga.
That made me calm down.
"Not required. I'm not interested in your daughter."
Earl Judal opened his mouth to my quiet voice.
Aunt Olga hides her mouth with a fan looking funny.
"Friends choose for themselves. I'll look for someone to talk to myself, something I haven't had trouble with. No recommendation is required even for samurai. - My samurai has always been by my side and supportive before my mother died, all honest people. It's like lying and diving into a nightclub, not being polite."
"Oh, wow, me."
"'That's because I invited her, my daughter had no choice'? Then Count. Don't let the Count come to Vaza's mansion for a while either. I don't even need you to apologize. Because I'm not angry."
I got up.
"I am appalled that the Count has brought his own daughter here. I don't care about my crushed face, but I've given Henrik that look... but if you can, regret it."
When I said it, Count Judal shook his head abominably.
"… keep your high theory on your chest. Her Royal Highness."
I was heartbroken, but I endured.
My old royal family of Vaza is now the only Duke family in the Cardina Nation. But in my brother's place, it has been decided to be the Marquis. So calling me a princess is nothing more than an insult.
I smiled grudgingly wanting to make an odd noise.
I have a sense that I'm the one who sold the fight, so let me tell you as much as I dislike it.
"Sounds like you've had too much alcohol, Count. Please return to your mansion today."
When I said it, Stannis, who was holding back near the door, moved gently to the Count.
"I am preparing the carriage, Count, please come this way."
To Stannis, who knelt before him, Count Judal frowned.
"This is my brother-in-law! Are you a squire today? Military yesterday, servant today. Occasionally, you are free to behave in spite of extraneous privileges. And the Duke will forgive you for laughing no matter what you do. I envy you."
Stannis recieved the hateful Earl's words with a cool face, "Thank you," he said.
I was more surprised than angry.
Count Judal's gaze is more daunting than I've ever seen before. It's like looking at a parent's enemies.
"Count, shut up already. And get back to your mansion."
The Earl of Judal went on, apparently stirred backwards by Olga's cold words.
"I have always loved you, Lord Olga. So is Her Highness the Duchess! Then I will take you to my son..."
I finally swallowed the meaning of Count Judal's sticky gaze.
Henrik has long admired Stannis, and that remains the same.
Even Stannis is particularly adorable for Henrik.
But I wasn't spoiling it. Stannis was always fair to Henrik.
Praise me when I'm a good kid, scold me if I do something bad..., I've just been treating you for granted. So there's a definite bond between us.
That's what I don't like about my real father.
You've given up all your father's work. Only jealousy does.
Stannis smiled uncommonly and vaguely for him.
"If I'm offended, I'll bring someone else. Please wait."
"Ha! He even wasted time arguing with me! Dragon Knight which is!
"Count."
Count Judal pours his own red liquid into the wine glass. I smiled at Stannis, who had a low voice to laugh at.
"Am I drinking too much, Saule?
"It would be wise to stop tonight."
"Well, I hope you drink"
Pashan, and.
A red wine was sprayed directly from the front by Stannis.
"Oh, my God!
When I lifted my eyes, Stannis held me back just by gazing, okay.
Upon Stannis' invitation, Tomash the samurai moves.
Tomash, who was waiting in front of the door as well, said, "Sa! This way!" and strangle the Earl of Judal with wings. As Tomash youth moved the Count to take him to the carriage, he called out aloud.
"This......! Fix it, you filthy orphan! You blood-soaking parasite of Vaza! It is dirty in itself that something like you is on this occasion!! - Anyway, you would be the one who seduced Yoanna!! This time, man."
"It's a misunderstanding. Why is Yoanna's name coming up?"
"You didn't think I knew! You've been using your eyes on my wife the whole time."
"Impossible."
Maman?
I was sick of Stannis' face, but I was about to run out of blood vessels.
I couldn't beat him with my hands because he was weak, so I wandered my gaze at him wondering if there was a chair nearby.
Even in the meantime Count Judal still screams.
Thomash was holding him back as he grated.
"Count, please be quiet, calm down"
"Henrik, my child or not."
There was an awesome sound, and me and my aunt, and then Tomash stood back unexpectedly.
With a low, crawling voice at the bottom of the ground, he said, "Ah?" Stannis roared, "I don't think I misheard...
Count Judal loses his word and realizes that he was a great loser on the boulder, making his mouth pucker.
In just a moment, Stannis raised his hand from the side table, which was broken in two by his fist alone, with the air that was likely to change his surroundings even below freezing.
Parallax and pieces of wood fall off.
"... even if you were drunk, there would be words you shouldn't have said"
At the time Stannis tried to send him out politely by standing Count Judal, who turned pale, he heard laughter, creeping through the door.
We solidify with another awkwardness......
"If you think it's noisy, Father. You're making a lot of interesting theories."
When I turned to a bad feeling, I knew Henrik was there.
Behind Henrik is Vincent.
"Henrik"
The drunkenness seemed to have awakened, and Count Judal, with a terribly white face, called the name of his dreaded son. Henrik looked at his father as he approached him with a grin.
"... I'm not your son, am I?
That won't be possible, I thought, and that's what everyone here must have felt.
This father and son are very similar except for the color of their hair and eyes.
Even the first person you meet will know about blood ties.
Of course, Stannis and Henrik have nothing in common.
"Unfortunately, I look just like your mirror. Face, contents!
The laughter attack did not subside, and Henrik turned to himself and repeated the Earl's words.
"Hey, Father. Keep going. You've been wanting to tell me and you've been patient, haven't you? I couldn't have asked Stannis if I hadn't had the help of booze. 'I don't know if Henrik is my child! Stannis Saule! I guess it's not your kid!?
"Heh, Henrik, that's my bullshit. Not at all."
My cousin stopped laughing and stepped back.
I said, looking slowly at my father from toe to head.
"I'm sorry, Father. Stannis is not interested in my mother at all. Unlike you!" Stannis Saule! I guess it's not your kid, is it? '... that's what I think best. If so, how good or how good!
Tears tell Henrik's cheek that he threw up.
Henrik excused himself, threw up and turned his heel back again.
Stannis leaves the rest to Tomash, and he goes after Henrik.
While I was on tour, Aunt Olga told me to go, and I decided to follow Stannis and Henrik with Vincent.