This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

"What, you've been coming?

Jared with a paper bag walked in from the front as Wahash walked with the mansion on his back saying goodbye and thanks to his grandson's fiancée for dropping me off.

"... I felt sorry for you, but I let you talk to Lord Olivier"

"I hate to say this, but say something to me in advance."

"I tried to tell you, but I thought you'd disagree."

"I can't believe I disagreed... I might have. But if Olivier wants to see you, I don't think he could have done it without a headache. I guess."

"Right. Okay, we'll do that when we have the next chance."

Though in relation to my grandfather and grandson, there was a wall somewhere between them. I can't help it. For Jared, he thought his grandfather was the only one, and it was only recently that he learned of Wahash's existence, as well as the head of an organization aimed at his fiancée.

Wahash, by contrast, is in a complicated mood. I knew my popped daughter had a child, but I couldn't finally meet her during her daughter's life. It was not long after I learned that my grandson had been sold to an organization that hid Vault Toyfer, and it was not until I took action to take my daughter's revenge that I looked directly at him.

Instead of being awkward or something like that, I should say I don't know how to deal with both of them. He was also one of those who fought once, and Jared really tried, to the extent that Wahash was embellished. We both know that the battle has never been tailed, but it's not something my grandfather and grandson I met should do.

"Hey."

Jared threw an apple from behind Wahash as he passed next to his grandson.

Apples thrown at their disposal with the intention of hitting are easily taken without turning around and without making any noise.

With just this much exchange, Jared pains to have Wahash far higher than he is, tongue-in-cheek.

"Isn't it dangerous"

"Liar. At least turn around."

"Let's have this apple as a souvenir. Bye."

"Wait."

Jared speaks to Wahash, who moved his leg again.

"What?

Now he stopped his leg and looked back at his grandfather, Jared opened his mouth with a shabby look, choosing only a few words.

"Uh, what do you mean, if you like, why don't we eat some rice?

Wahash was surprised at his grandson for pointing his finger at his cheek and saying such a thing as he turned to him. I never thought you'd be invited to dinner.

"What are you looking at? Well, we're not close to seeing each other and surrounding the table, but for once, you're my grandfather and grandson. For once or so, I just thought I could do something like that. Look, plus there's Rosa and Pfile. I'm sure you'll be happy."

I wouldn't put it in my mouth, but Olivier also cared that Jared had a rare relationship with his grandfather. I also recall Hannellone and others saying they wanted to invite me to dinner as usual.

With a life-targeted past, I still can't help but think of myself as a rigid mother and daughter. It makes me laugh bitterly that those two may have affected me.

"It's a thankful invitation, but I have to meet people from now on. Let's make it another time."

"Oh well. Then can't you help it? Yeah, next time, then."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it"

Raising his hand small and turning his back again, Wahash walks quietly. At that time, a strong wind blew and Jared accidentally covered his face with his arms.

"... so how can you disappear so easily?"

During that moment, the wahash that was supposed to be in front of him disappeared, and Jared made a startling, frightening voice.

"One step forward for now"

Jared whining about that while making sure it wasn't popular around him. It was the encounter, my grandfather, who was never a good one, but now I was thinking of walking over one by one.

Though I honestly can't get into action, I was thinking of reducing the distance, even over time. Jared's mind was lighter and more affordable due to the discovery of the truth about his mother's death, cleaning up the culprits, etc. By spending time with Olivier, he learned the importance of his family and, above all, became considered to be for his late mother.

"See you, Wahash."

Though I still can't call him my grandfather, I was hoping that one day I could call him that.