Chapter 272: - 22 "I'll meet my grandmother." ②
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Sam stepped through two majestically crafted doors and bowed reverently on his knees on the blue carpet.
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Samuel Scheidt. It is an honor to meet you, Empress Dowager.
Look up.
"--"
At the command of a calm, clear voice, Sam looked up.
There is a table and two chairs by the window of the room.
In one of the chairs sat an old woman in blue clothes, smiling.
She must be in her mid-sixties. She had silver hair with a hint of gray, but with a tinge of blue, pulled back into a single bun.
"I am Hazel Isle-Sky. Samuel Scheidt. ...... Come on in, come on in."
"Yes."
Sam stood up and stepped to her side as Dowager Queen Hazel wanted him to.
Gently, she reaches out her thin arms and gently touches Sam's cheeks.
"-I see the face of my late son. He looks like him when he was a little boy. Even if I had not known in advance that you were my grandson, I would have recognized you as my son's blood relative if I had seen you at first glance."
"Well, Miss Hazel."
If you don't mind, you can call me Grandmother.
"Are you sure?"
Hazel smiled gently at Sam's puzzled question.
"Of course. You're Loïg's son, you're my grandson."
"--Well, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not aware that I'm Master Roig's son."
The queen mother has accepted Sam without any unpleasant feelings.
Yet, it is difficult for Sam to accept her as his grandmother.
This is because he had never dreamed that Sam, who he had always thought was born to a baron in the middle of nowhere, was the son of the king's brother.
Hazel's expression did not change when she heard Sam's words. Rather, she nodded her head in agreement.
"Of course. I heard that she left your mother before you were born. When I first heard about it, I was saddened. If you found someone you love, you should have done whatever it takes to hold on to him. Because you didn't do that, he finally passed away without even knowing he had a son. It is a shame."
Sam did not dare to say anything.
"Even though Samuel may not consider Loïgue to be his father, you are still Loïgue's son and my grandson."
"Maybe."
"...... Maybe you don't think of your mother as a mother, just as you don't think of Roig as a father?"
"--that."
I was right on the money.
The only difference was that I would not be able to build a relationship with Roig in the future, whereas Melanie was different.
Sam called Melanie his mother.
He decided to build a parent-child relationship with her, even though he still did not truly believe she was his mother.
"I heard you met your mother, how was that?"
"I had a cute little sister."
"Oh, ......, by the way, this will be Samuel's first sibling."
"Yes."
"I know it's none of my business, but I thought it was too early for you to meet your mother. It is not easy to accept the sudden revelation that the dead are alive. Moreover, I heard that you had no memory of your mother. Perhaps Liese and the others thought it would be good for you, but it was annoying, wasn't it?"
"No, I wouldn't call it a nuisance. I appreciate your concern. And even if I couldn't consider my mother as my mother, I was glad that the person who gave birth to me was still alive. I am glad to see her. I was able to call her my mother, though awkwardly."
At first, I was not sure if I would meet my mother, and even if I did, I was not sure if I would recognize her as my mother.
But thanks to my sister Clarice, I felt that I had a family by blood.
I found myself calling Melanie my mother.
It may be hard for me to accept her as my family yet, but I have no doubt that she is my mother. That much is certain.
I just think it will take me a little longer to understand and accept it in my heart.
"I'm sure you don't recognize me as your grandmother either."
"--that is..."
That's fine. I would have felt the same way if I were in your shoes. But even if you don't accept me as your grandmother now, I hope that you will eventually accept me as your grandmother.
"We will try."
"Think of it this way. If you don't think of me as your grandmother, you should think of me as your fiance's grandmother.
"What?"
Hazel smiled at Sam, whose eyes widened in surprise.
"That would make it easier for us to get to know each other, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah, well..."
"Fortunately, you are marrying Stella. Then you'll naturally be my grandchild, you see, and you'll think of me as your grandmother after all."
Yes, I see.
"Then, until then, just think of them as your fiancé's family. It's difficult because you try to force yourself to think of them as family.
Indeed, as Stella's grandmother, Hazel will inevitably become Sam's grandmother once they are married.
It is easier to understand and accept the grandmother of one's fiancée than the mother of one's father, whose face one does not even know.
"Indeed, it is easier to think of her as Stella's grandmother, you know."
"Of course. I don't mean to force you to think that I am your grandmother. I just want to be close to my beloved son's forget-me-nots, that's all. I'm just asking you to be patient with me for a few years, just as if you were an old man playing a short-lived game.
I was more prepared before I came here.
She had to treat Queen Mother Dowager as a grandmother, even if she had to force herself to do so. She was also overawed that she had to act as her grandson.
However, Hazel was a rather flexible thinker, which made Sam feel more comfortable.
"But I wish you would at least call me grandmother.
"So, um, Grandma."
"--It is pleasant to be called grandmother by you."
I don't even know what my father looks like. On the contrary, I was taught that another man was my father. But I'm glad you're my grandmother, Hazel.
Hazel smiled happily at Sam's words.
"--Thank you."
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Sam stepped through two majestically crafted doors and bowed reverently on his knees on the blue carpet.
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Samuel Scheidt. It is an honor to meet you, Empress Dowager.
Look up.
"--"
At the command of a calm, clear voice, Sam looked up.
There is a table and two chairs by the window of the room.
In one of the chairs sat an old woman in blue clothes, smiling.
She must be in her mid-sixties. She had silver hair with a hint of gray, but with a tinge of blue, pulled back into a single bun.
"I am Hazel Isle-Sky. Samuel Scheidt. ...... Come on in, come on in."
"Yes."
Sam stood up and stepped to her side as Dowager Queen Hazel wanted him to.
Gently, she reaches out her thin arms and gently touches Sam's cheeks.
"-I see the face of my late son. He looks like him when he was a little boy. Even if I had not known in advance that you were my grandson, I would have recognized you as my son's blood relative if I had seen you at first glance."
"Well, Miss Hazel."
If you don't mind, you can call me Grandmother.
"Are you sure?"
Hazel smiled gently at Sam's puzzled question.
"Of course. You're Loïg's son, you're my grandson."
"--Well, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not aware that I'm Master Roig's son."
The queen mother has accepted Sam without any unpleasant feelings.
Yet, it is difficult for Sam to accept her as his grandmother.
This is because he had never dreamed that Sam, who he had always thought was born to a baron in the middle of nowhere, was the son of the king's brother.
Hazel's expression did not change when she heard Sam's words. Rather, she nodded her head in agreement.
"Of course. I heard that she left your mother before you were born. When I first heard about it, I was saddened. If you found someone you love, you should have done whatever it takes to hold on to him. Because you didn't do that, he finally passed away without even knowing he had a son. It is a shame."
Sam did not dare to say anything.
"Even though Samuel may not consider Loïgue to be his father, you are still Loïgue's son and my grandson."
"Maybe."
"...... Maybe you don't think of your mother as a mother, just as you don't think of Roig as a father?"
"--that."
I was right on the money.
The only difference was that I would not be able to build a relationship with Roig in the future, whereas Melanie was different.
Sam called Melanie his mother.
He decided to build a parent-child relationship with her, even though he still did not truly believe she was his mother.
"I heard you met your mother, how was that?"
"I had a cute little sister."
"Oh, ......, by the way, this will be Samuel's first sibling."
"Yes."
"I know it's none of my business, but I thought it was too early for you to meet your mother. It is not easy to accept the sudden revelation that the dead are alive. Moreover, I heard that you had no memory of your mother. Perhaps Liese and the others thought it would be good for you, but it was annoying, wasn't it?"
"No, I wouldn't call it a nuisance. I appreciate your concern. And even if I couldn't consider my mother as my mother, I was glad that the person who gave birth to me was still alive. I am glad to see her. I was able to call her my mother, though awkwardly."
At first, I was not sure if I would meet my mother, and even if I did, I was not sure if I would recognize her as my mother.
But thanks to my sister Clarice, I felt that I had a family by blood.
I found myself calling Melanie my mother.
It may be hard for me to accept her as my family yet, but I have no doubt that she is my mother. That much is certain.
I just think it will take me a little longer to understand and accept it in my heart.
"I'm sure you don't recognize me as your grandmother either."
"--that is..."
That's fine. I would have felt the same way if I were in your shoes. But even if you don't accept me as your grandmother now, I hope that you will eventually accept me as your grandmother.
"We will try."
"Think of it this way. If you don't think of me as your grandmother, you should think of me as your fiance's grandmother.
"What?"
Hazel smiled at Sam, whose eyes widened in surprise.
"That would make it easier for us to get to know each other, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah, well..."
"Fortunately, you are marrying Stella. Then you'll naturally be my grandchild, you see, and you'll think of me as your grandmother after all."
Yes, I see.
"Then, until then, just think of them as your fiancé's family. It's difficult because you try to force yourself to think of them as family.
Indeed, as Stella's grandmother, Hazel will inevitably become Sam's grandmother once they are married.
It is easier to understand and accept the grandmother of one's fiancée than the mother of one's father, whose face one does not even know.
"Indeed, it is easier to think of her as Stella's grandmother, you know."
"Of course. I don't mean to force you to think that I am your grandmother. I just want to be close to my beloved son's forget-me-nots, that's all. I'm just asking you to be patient with me for a few years, just as if you were an old man playing a short-lived game.
I was more prepared before I came here.
She had to treat Queen Mother Dowager as a grandmother, even if she had to force herself to do so. She was also overawed that she had to act as her grandson.
However, Hazel was a rather flexible thinker, which made Sam feel more comfortable.
"But I wish you would at least call me grandmother.
"So, um, Grandma."
"--It is pleasant to be called grandmother by you."
I don't even know what my father looks like. On the contrary, I was taught that another man was my father. But I'm glad you're my grandmother, Hazel.
Hazel smiled happily at Sam's words.
"--Thank you."
Sam stepped through two majestically crafted doors and bowed reverently on his knees on the blue carpet."It's nice to meet you. My name is Samuel Scheidt. It is an honor to meet you, Empress Dowager.Look up."--"At the command of a calm, clear voice, Sam looked up.There is a table and two chairs by the window of the room.In one of the chairs sat an old woman in blue clothes, smiling.She must be in her mid-sixties. She had silver hair with a hint of gray, but with a tinge of blue, pulled back into a single bun."I am Hazel Isle-Sky. Samuel Scheidt. ...... Come on in, come on in.""Yes."Sam stood up and stepped to her side as Dowager Queen Hazel wanted him to.Gently, she reaches out her thin arms and gently touches Sam's cheeks."-I see the face of my late son. He looks like him when he was a little boy. Even if I had not known in advance that you were my grandson, I would have recognized you as my son's blood relative if I had seen you at first glance.""Well, Miss Hazel."If you don't mind, you can call me Grandmother."Are you sure?"Hazel smiled gently at Sam's puzzled question."Of course. You're Log's son, you're my grandson.""--Well, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not aware that I'm Master Roig's son."The queen mother has accepted Sam without any unpleasant feelings.Yet, it is difficult for Sam to accept her as his grandmother.This is because he had never dreamed that Sam, who he had always thought was born to a baron in the middle of nowhere, was the son of the king's brother.Hazel's expression did not change when she heard Sam's words. Rather, she nodded her head in agreement."Of course. I heard that she left your mother before you were born. When I first heard about it, I was saddened. If you found someone you love, you should have done whatever it takes to hold on to him. Because you didn't do that, he finally passed away without even knowing he had a son. It is a shame."Sam did not dare to say anything."Even though Samuel may not consider Logue to be his father, you are still Logue's son and my grandson.""Maybe.""...... Maybe you don't think of your mother as a mother, just as you don't think of Roig as a father?""--that."I was right on the money.The only difference was that I would not be able to build a relationship with Roig in the future, whereas Melanie was different.Sam called Melanie his mother.He decided to build a parent-child relationship with her, even though he still did not truly believe she was his mother."I heard you met your mother, how was that?""I had a cute little sister.""Oh, ......, by the way, this will be Samuel's first sibling.""Yes.""I know it's none of my business, but I thought it was too early for you to meet your mother. It is not easy to accept the sudden revelation that the dead are alive. Moreover, I heard that you had no memory of your mother. Perhaps Liese and the others thought it would be good for you, but it was annoying, wasn't it?""No, I wouldn't call it a nuisance. I appreciate your concern. And even if I couldn't consider my mother as my mother, I was glad that the person who gave birth to me was still alive. I am glad to see her. I was able to call her my mother, though awkwardly."At first, I was not sure if I would meet my mother, and even if I did, I was not sure if I would recognize her as my mother.But thanks to my sister Clarice, I felt that I had a family by blood.I found myself calling Melanie my mother.It may be hard for me to accept her as my family yet, but I have no doubt that she is my mother. That much is certain.I just think it will take me a little longer to understand and accept it in my heart."I'm sure you don't recognize me as your grandmother either.""--that is..."That's fine. I would have felt the same way if I were in your shoes. But even if you don't accept me as your grandmother now, I hope that you will eventually accept me as your grandmother."We will try.""Think of it this way. If you don't think of me as your grandmother, you should think of me as your fiance's grandmother."What?"Hazel smiled at Sam, whose eyes widened in surprise."That would make it easier for us to get to know each other, wouldn't it?""Yeah, yeah, well...""Fortunately, you are marrying Stella. Then you'll naturally be my grandchild, you see, and you'll think of me as your grandmother after all."Yes, I see."Then, until then, just think of them as your fianc's family. It's difficult because you try to force yourself to think of them as family.Indeed, as Stella's grandmother, Hazel will inevitably become Sam's grandmother once they are married.It is easier to understand and accept the grandmother of one's fiance than the mother of one's father, whose face one does not even know."Indeed, it is easier to think of her as Stella's grandmother, you know.""Of course. I don't mean to force you to think that I am your grandmother. I just want to be close to my beloved son's forget-me-nots, that's all. I'm just asking you to be patient with me for a few years, just as if you were an old man playing a short-lived game.I was more prepared before I came here.She had to treat Queen Mother Dowager as a grandmother, even if she had to force herself to do so. She was also overawed that she had to act as her grandson.However, Hazel was a rather flexible thinker, which made Sam feel more comfortable."But I wish you would at least call me grandmother."So, um, Grandma.""--It is pleasant to be called grandmother by you."I don't even know what my father looks like. On the contrary, I was taught that another man was my father. But I'm glad you're my grandmother, Hazel.Hazel smiled happily at Sam's words."--Thank you."
