「Hmm... let's move on then, shall we?」
Stiyl urged Luno and his group to the lounge area for the moment.
Just a while ago, the Syvalles headed out under the pretense of "going for a walk" though Stiyl noticed how much his daughter tried to avoid the guests he thought to be close to Krulcifer in her time as a student in the monastery she was attending.
Ever since the last time she was here, things were better between her and the family... at least... a bit better. But it was a fact that their filial relationship will continue to improve since the misunderstandings between them have been cleared up.
And in an effort to do so, Stiyl wanted his daughter to have a good time in her stay here with old friends too, though, he must have been mistaken about that. It seems he made it even more awkward by allowing old classmates of hers that didn't even share a close bond with Krulcifer.
He looks over at Luno and his group.
(And just when I thought they were close, just because he told me so...)
「It seems Krulcifer and her friends will be back shortly. Do make yourselves comfortable in the meantime.」
「Is that so, Lord Stiyl? My my... making you wait, isn't she? She should learn how the world works by now.」
「...? It's fine, the night's still young. But... I beg your pardon?」
「What about it, Lord Stiyl? Will you allow me to talk about it here, or in another private time?」
「...I'll allow you to express whatever you have now. Today is the first night of the Holidays after all.」
Before starting, he coughed and let out a confident smile.
「I, along with these three, achieved great results in the literary overseas scholarship campaign in Turkimes Confederation. As you can see, we've just returned last week after a year there.」
「Oh... Interesting.」
「Yes and, what's shocking is that the lack of civilization there doesn't ruin the fact that Turkimes has a lot of ancient artifacts that could change the way we see the Ruins! My team brought it back so, Ymir may be ahead of other nations in terms of technology!」
「Your... overseas campaign seems to have bore fruit. I hope to hear more details next time.」
Luno composed himself with a confident smile.
「Of course, Lord Stiyl. This achievement, I will even dedicate it under the Einfolk Household.」
「—?」
The Einfolk's expression changed, but not too evident.
「What do you mean, Sir Luno?」
「Allow me to make a proposition, Lord Stiyl. Even greater things will be raised under the Einfolk's banner if our families join forces.」
「—?!」
The place was overwhelmed with silence, except for his friends that were cajoling him, unbelieving that he really did it.
「...Sir Luno. May I ask you if you know what you're talking about?」
At Stiyl's question, Luno Vessé stands proudly and gives a confident bow.
「If it's about shouldering the future of your daughter, and the name of Einfolk, I am confident to say that I can.」
「No, it's not—」
「Look at you, giving your speech away, without concern of the involved's decision?」
When Stiyl was going to find the right words to say, Zain expressed his own opinion.
「Oh, Zain-sama, honorable heir of the Einfolk Household, don't worry, I have no intention to be the Master. Must be tough huh? Don't worry... I know how she is... pretty stubborn right? You must be worried she'll cause a scene because she didn't hear about this—」
Suddenly, knocks interrupted them. The guests, and the Einfolks, were all surprised.
(In this weather? There's a blizzard out there.)
While thinking so, he made a decision and stopped Alterize.
「Ah, excuse me, I'll go get it—」
「No no no no, stay right there, butler-san.」
He turned to face the Einfolks and announced.
「That must be Krulcifer, Lord Stiyl! I shall do grace them with the honor of welcoming them myself.」
And then, a crooked smile appears on his face.
「But... if by any chance, they aren't, well...」
He stalks off to the door.
「Let me make an impression, Lord Stiyl.」
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Fallen Prince's Misery
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