Wortenia Senki (WN)

Looking back, there was a long-sleeved man caressing his blonde hair carefully, looking down at Viscount McMaster with a grin.

I'm never a tall man with Viscount McMaster, but would a man standing in front of me be ten centimeters taller than such Viscount McMaster?

Around forty and a half years ago.

He is a charming man with a carefully skewered, spilled moustache.

The body shape is also really well balanced.

Totally unrelated to middle-aged fat. It doesn't mean that I'm losing weight to galloping.

In other words, it should be an athletic system.

Above all, I can feel elegance from him.

It would be easy to imagine that I would have been floating in the social world since I was younger.

"Are you Leonard?

Viscount McMaster shouts his surprise in the face of a distant cousin who has never even exchanged seasonal letters in years.

Most of all, it is not the reunion pleasure that floats in the face of Viscount McMaster.

To be clear, it would be more right that you have met someone you do not want to meet.

"Long time no see. Diggle...... haven't seen you in over a decade?

With that said, Leonard Olgren shows one eye meditating in tea sight.

"Oh... that's about it"

Viscount McMaster nods with an indescribable vague grin at the attitude of such a cousin.

(Still, it's a shin... a man with eclampsia)

Leonard Olgren is a prestigious nobleman with the same Viscount title as the McMaster family.

In ancient times, like the ancestors of the McMaster family, it is a lineage of knights who served the first king of Roselia, the founding father.

Because of this, the territory is far away, but the two families have deep intimacy.

You can see that from generation to generation, we have sent our daughters and sons to each other's houses to marry.

In recent years, Diggle McMaster's father's sister, her aunt, has given birth to her daughter-in-law, Leonard, to the Olgren family.

If we were to judge the enemy allies by the thickness of the earth, he could undoubtedly be described as one powerful ally to another.

(I know that...)

An upper-class social community that can also be described as the residence of the Mesmerized. It's hard inside to swim through that on your own.

I really need a home to be on my side.

That is why aristocracy attaches great importance to kinship by marriage.

But such a cousin who should be most dependable to Viscount McMaster and he have refused to be close for many years.

Regardless, it is out of the question to consider Leonard Olgren to be delusional because he is a blood relative. Anyway, this earth world is like killing each other around a housekeeper, even a bloody parent and child.

So I'd say it's right to be vigilant in a way.

But elsewhere than the theory for the survival of the aristocracy that said so, Viscount McMaster did not want to be associated with this cousin.

No. Would it be more correct to say that I am not comfortable with it?

Unlike Viscount McMaster, who is martial and arbitrary, Leonard Olgren is the man who was swept out by the spills.

From an early age, I've been familiar with music. Songs and harp performances are like real bards.

He's good enough to be told that if he wasn't even the eldest son to succeed the housekeeper, he would have even been admitted to the Royal Palace's court music troupe.

It is also a big deal when it comes to dance, and it is worn from the classics to the latest, and is placed at first and second sight as a dancer by the intimate nobles.

At one time, it was enough to act as a guide to Lupis' art, who was still a princess.

With that circumstance in mind, Leonard Olgren is the same regional lord as Viscount McMaster, but has a strong handout against the Royal Family of Roselias, and has a good face in the social circle of the King's Capital.

Together, they both belonged to the faction of the late Marquis Ernest, but they can even be said to contrast with Viscount McMaster, who has been drawn to his own territory since his defeat in politics with the Duke of Gerhardt.

It's bad at the end of the day because I'm good at martial arts.

Genius skin with more results than anything.

Besides, it can be said that Viscount McMaster is naturally uncomfortable with this overdone cousin if he is up to his appearance.

Anyway, it's obvious that Viscount McMaster can really be a help alongside Leonard.

"Well, it won't taste good to be blocking the entrance here at all times"

With that said, Viscount Olgren urges Viscount McMaster toward a corner still devoid of people.

(You mean we still need to talk...)

Nearly a decade of alienation.

Sure, it's not unnatural to try to warm up an old relationship, but the place is the place.

It couldn't have been just a public discourse.

If you say so, you can't say no with Viscount McMaster.

Nodding gently at the young man following behind him, he followed Viscount Olgren.

"What if you don't mind?

Quickly noticed the Viscounts of McMaster moving to the corner of the room, one of the maids of several servants placed throughout the venue comes to voice.

On her right hand side is a silver basin.

Filling the glass lined up on it is a light amber-like liquid.

"Ho... shall I have it"

With that said, Viscount Olgren takes two glasses from the top of the offered basin and offers them to Viscount McMaster, who stands behind him.

"You'd drink, too, wouldn't you?

With that said, when a man gives Viscount McMaster a glass to press, he puts his nose closer to the edge of the glass and enjoys the fragrance.

And without waiting for the words of Viscount McMaster, he gently tilted the glass to show it.

"Hmm...... this is great. It is sweet and easy to drink and has a good mouthfeel. For white wines, the aging period seems to be longer. The Empire of Quiltantia saw it as the Lot Grande, but is it a hit?

When the maid smiles silently at the words, she gently bows her head back to her work.

"Oh, apparently not... So this was from the Torfana Empire in the eastern part of the Central Continent? Either way, you're well-educated inside not to point out the mistakes of your guests."

With that said, Viscount Olgren shows off with his shoulders flaunted.

And he turned his gaze to Viscount McMaster, who still didn't even try to put his mouth on the glass.

"This guy tastes good, Diggle. That's something you won't even see at the Royal Castle dinner party. I don't know what you're hesitant about, but the drawstring regional lord style doesn't get into your mouth first. You should honestly have fun."

That being said, Viscount McMaster stares at the satisfied smile of his snorting cousin with the look of bitter worms chewed up.

(Are you an idiot? This place is equal to enemy land, right?

That's important if it's poisoned.

But Viscount Olgren laughs with his nose at Viscount McMaster's natural mind as such a samurai.

"As a samurai, I don't have to worry about Direk either. Baron Shiba is the only country lord in the region who could assassinate you. If you're seriously worried about the assassination, that's who says you're over-conscious.

To the words, Viscount McMaster blushes unexpectedly.

In fact, the majority of the reasons Viscount McMaster doesn't try to put his mouth on the glass would be a strong part of his jealousy for the fact that the Baron at Pop presides over a dinner party of this magnitude.

"First, it's a dinner party that began with the white military gods of Roselia and was patterned with the combined names of the Earls of Bergston and Zeleif. If you think about the voices of those people, you won't be able to participate in such a means... and if you're serious about assassinating a customer, you can't offer such good liquor. Well, if you're really anxious, I wouldn't be able to recommend it either."

With that said, Viscount Olgren let him swallow the white wine that remained in the glass.

If you say so much, you also have a face as Viscount McMaster.

If it's rumored that it's cowardice or something, I don't see myself as a samurai.

As she nodded small at the young man sitting behind her, Viscount McMaster gave the glass momentum.

At that moment, a scented bomb strikes Viscount McMaster's nasal cavity.

"What do you say? You'd have been right not to be boring, wouldn't you?

On that inquiry, Viscount McMaster nodded in dismay.

(This is...)

A palate that melts with trollies.

No clutter or bitterness at all.

It has a fragrant aroma and sweetness that I have never tasted before.

At least Viscount McMaster couldn't spin a word to describe this wine.

Moreover, it is chilled to a temperature ideal for swallowing white wine.

Exactly everything is in perfect condition.

It can be said that it is very rare for this class of items to be perfectly served here even at a royally hosted dinner party.

Besides, the problem is that we can offer this to everyone in this room.

Viscount McMaster's gaze runs through the venue.

Did I just say that there are more than three dozen aristocrats here?

Including the number of people who are escorting them, there will be close to 150 guests.

For all of that, when it came to this much supply, it was obvious that huge sums of money would be needed.

That's just too much money to fool around with the tearful efforts of the risers.

(Why does a man whose territory is the Waltenian Peninsula, etc....)

The voice of Viscount Olgren brought the will of Viscount McMaster back to this world, wandering the sea of thought.

"Oh... apparently the Lord is here."

As the voice led him, Viscount McMaster turned his gaze toward the entrance to the room.