Chapter 45: [かいしょう]/(n, vs) pursuit/pursuit/(P)/
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"Both sires were in a good mood. Thanks to you, Ekaterina."
"Nothing like me. It's because of your brother's exploitation and everyone's encouragement to prepare."
After the Emperor's carriage left the main entrance to the Duke's residence, the brothers and sisters exchanged such conversations as they returned to the residence in an escort in Alexei.
Incidentally, the people who were waiting for the return of the royal family in front of the main gate were also expressing their admiration for the beautiful brothers and sisters of the Duke's family, but neither of them noticed any cheer for themselves. He is a sibling who resembles in strange places, little notice of praise for himself.
"My lord, my lady, we have tea for you. Rest often."
"Oh. Graham, you had a hard time too"
"Everything's going well. It's been a great job."
Nestling Graham, the butler, the two enter a small talking room close to the front entrance. There awaited my servant, Ivan, and my maid Mina, who brewed tea for each master.
"As your brother said, you were casual. When I finished, it was a good time."
"Your Majesty and I had a lot to talk about."
"I wanted to tell you a lot of interesting stories. Your Majesty is a very nice man, isn't he? My mother and I were so close to our age that we felt admirable."
"... right"
Alexei smiles softly.
"Your Majesty the Emperor is in a good mood to speak."
"Oh, it makes me better for a long time. When I was still the Crown Prince, I used to come to His Highness Mikhail and teach everyone how to study and sword."
Your Majesty... he was a good father. The prince grows up to be a good boy.
But my father doesn't work. Tarashi, Magna and I are new to the Imperial Castle. No sign of a father to make him cry like his son...
My brother when I was a little girl, His Majesty, no, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the time, but I wish he was your father, I wonder what he thought. Vladimir, you too.
"I was surprised to hear about Vladimir when she was a little girl. I used to like people who weren't very impressed."
……
Alexei drops her gaze. Something, a lost wind.
"Um, brother. There's nothing you can't tell me."
"No... not that I can't. When we just met, Vladimir was definitely a sweet kid who cared. You were familiar, but you followed me. I thought this was what it was like with my brother. And his brain was clear and his memory was extremely good. Seven years old and there, even recited the poems of the Astra classics.
... but I didn't see your grandfather for a while after he died, and when I reunited, I started to leave without talking to him or responding. And then a while later. "
Cut the words. Alexei looked bitter.
"Somehow Vladimir started acting with your father every once in a while"
Huh?
"Um, what is your father... you mean our father, Alexandre Yurnova?
"Yes."
Right. You don't have anyone else to call your father, do you? But.
Why not!
I'm gonna stick with you one more time in the Original Orthodox, why not, Dad! I know your brother, the real son, was left alone!
No matter how grown up your brother was, that father would be emotionally lumped to walk with a child!
No, wait... who's that father? Player with your famous tarashi? The scope of action of people like that is a store or casino with professional women......?
Is that where you can take the kids?
"It's just what people told me, but it seemed like sometimes they were in inappropriate places for kids. So Vladimir herself started to make bad rumors. Well, it's not something a lady should hear, so I can't explain the place."
"Yes, I wouldn't mind if your brother judged you that way."
I'm sorry. I'm more or less sorry I imagined it.
But what the hell, Dad? My solid son would be pissed off. He was amused to hang out with a strange kid for a bad game...... or something? How old is she... if it's true, it's some kind of abuse.
"My grandmother was close to Magna's predecessors in the first place. My grandmother's mother, Her Majesty the Empress, came from Eurmagna. Earlier generations of Eurmagna said they served their grandchildren, His Majesty the Emperor, and their grandmother."
Uh, the then-Eurmagna princess, the grandfather of fucking Baba, said she spoiled Baba slightly. That's why I grew up with that personality...
No, because His Majesty the Emperor, who was done the same, said he was a moderate man, after all, that's his qualities. Yeah.
"So your father was also close to Georgie, Magna's contemporary lord, for a long time. In the years leading up to the death of your father and grandmother, Georgie frequently visited your grandmother. A lot changed as soon as your grandfather died... but that was one of them"
Ahhh......
Your brother would have been sad and lonely to mourn his esteemed grandfather, the only one in the family who loved me.
As soon as I got there, I started doing whatever the fuck Baba wanted, and the old man started sneaking in on us all the time, and the kid I thought was my friend said he was being taken away by a father who couldn't speak and wasn't even looking at himself...
I wonder if you felt so isolated. Like my own house is no longer my own.
I can't do this. I'm not talking about forgiveness.
Excuse me. I'm sorry to think of the BL flag or something stupid. It was a deep-rooted story beyond expectations.
Unexpectedly, Ekaterina takes her brother's hand and holds it with both hands.
"Dear brother... you've missed me. What a splendid thing that your brother, who was still a child, had fought to protect this Yurnova. Although I am immature, I will support you with all my strength from now on. I promise."
Alexei opened her eyes and gently shook her sister's hand back.
"I'm happy, Ekaterina. Heaven has given you a gift. Beautiful and gentle, my lady."
............... No, it's not that big a deal. I'm sorry. I'm sorry he's like a chase from a previous life ~.
"Ekaterina"
"Yes, brother"
"Your mother... what was she like?
Ekaterina breathed unexpectedly.
My brother asked me about my mother for the first time. I had been apologized for my mother's death, but after that, I didn't talk about my mother as if I had avoided it.
Ivan and Mina glance at each other for a moment. And I thanked him, and he dropped back gently.
"Right. Your mother..."
Ekaterina's, evokes childhood memories.
"You were beautiful and sophisticated.
Your Majesty said something about your mother, like the book of the noble lady. If I remember now, I really do. Quiet, gentle and......
Yes, I liked the embroidery. They always did needlework in the sunroom. I also like to paint, and I was good at the piano. When I was a little girl, I used to sing songs that my mother taught me to play for the piano she played. "
Yes, when I was little.
The piano, it's gone at some point.
The embroidery... both the yarn and needle disappeared from every elegant sewing box your mother used to love. The paint, the brush...
They took away all the fun, life was getting worse and worse, the mother was still nice to her daughter but... she became depressed and eventually fell ill and fell asleep.
"Sometimes... we talked about your brother. You have a brother, he must be a nice gentleman...
Your mother's voice was gracious and classy. "
I'm not lying. Indeed, your mother has said that many times.
However, what your mother has told your young daughter repeatedly.
'Your father is a lovely man. You look beautiful, tall, good at studying and exercising. Most importantly, he's a very sweet guy, and he's going to say a lot of nice words to me that make me feel like I'm stunned. At the School of Magic back then, there was not a single woman who didn't admire her. When I found out who you were going to marry, I thought it was a dream. I can't see you right now, but if you wait as a good girl, I'm sure you'll pick me up.
Yeah, well, you have a brother. You must be a nice gentleman, like your father. '
I don't think he could have imagined much about his son, who was separated as soon as he was born. I had a stronger love affair for my husband than that I admired.
I think about it now. Didn't your grandfather advise his son's daughter-in-law to live in the Imperial capital, not in the Duke's territory? That should have prevented us from imitating too tyrannically, with our surrounding eyes.
But your mother must have turned it down. As a wife, near her husband, waiting for the day when her husband would return to him. Mother was a maiden in love with her admirer and also a foresight of a noble woman who obeyed her husband in obedience and obedience.
... and that fucking father didn't go back to his mother.
After falling asleep, the mother stopped talking about her husband. Instead, I wanted my daughter to be an empress. And finally, he died thinking of his first brother he met as his husband.
It's like Asama is Inn. Rain Moon Story. My wife kept waiting for her husband during the war. The morning after her husband, who had lost everything, finally returned home and spent the night with his wife, when she woke up, the house should have welcomed herself to decay. The wife was buried in a grave...... story.
What if your mother wasn't in love with a noble woman? If I were a strong woman, like Her Majesty the Empress, for example. Would I have been able to live with my family in the face of my aunt?
But it's easy to say if your mother is stronger... but I know it's actually harsh.
Unlike Japan in the twenty-first century. Noble women are also not allowed to choose who they marry, there is no option to work and live on their own. That's this world. Her Majesty must be a rare woman who was exposed to many criticisms and still did not bend herself.
I know, but... just...
I wish I had more to tell your brother.
Your mother always thought of your brother, I wish I could have told you.
I lived a modest but peaceful life, and the fun was pretty good, which is why I don't suffer because I think my mother died unhappily. Yes, I wish I could have told you.
I'd say that in a lie, but I'm sure my satirical brother will understand. And he pretends to be a little impossible and happy with that lie.
You shouldn't let that happen. I must not lie to your brother. Somehow, I think so.
"Ekaterina...... I'm sorry. I asked a hard question. Enough, so don't cry. It was my fault."
I didn't cry.
Though I thought so, for the first time since I was embraced, I realized I was in tears.
Oh, fifteen-year-old Ekaterina is crying. It's been a while since we've split a little.
"... there's nothing painful about it. I'm happy. I'm very, very happy to have your brother."
"Thank you. I'm happy too, because you're here.
Kind, my goddess. Queen of my night. If you cry, the stars will also flow and fall in grief. So please don't cry. "
Ekaterina turned her arms around her whispering brother's body and hugged him. Because my brother must have been sad to hear about my mother. Because no matter how grown up you are, this man is still a child. I've fought alone since I was only ten years old to protect what your grandfather left behind, because he was too healthy a child.
Seventeen and fifteen.
Two orphans, carrying vast Duke territory, enormous wealth, and four hundred years of historic fame.
The previous life, when he died at the age of twenty-eight, was secretly pitying his brothers and sisters who comforted each other.
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"Both sires were in a good mood. Thanks to you, Ekaterina."
"Nothing like me. It's because of your brother's exploitation and everyone's encouragement to prepare."
After the Emperor's carriage left the main entrance to the Duke's residence, the brothers and sisters exchanged such conversations as they returned to the residence in an escort in Alexei.
Incidentally, the people who were waiting for the return of the royal family in front of the main gate were also expressing their admiration for the beautiful brothers and sisters of the Duke's family, but neither of them noticed any cheer for themselves. He is a sibling who resembles in strange places, little notice of praise for himself.
"My lord, my lady, we have tea for you. Rest often."
"Oh. Graham, you had a hard time too"
"Everything's going well. It's been a great job."
Nestling Graham, the butler, the two enter a small talking room close to the front entrance. There awaited my servant, Ivan, and my maid Mina, who brewed tea for each master.
"As your brother said, you were casual. When I finished, it was a good time."
"Your Majesty and I had a lot to talk about."
"I wanted to tell you a lot of interesting stories. Your Majesty is a very nice man, isn't he? My mother and I were so close to our age that we felt admirable."
"... right"
Alexei smiles softly.
"Your Majesty the Emperor is in a good mood to speak."
"Oh, it makes me better for a long time. When I was still the Crown Prince, I used to come to His Highness Mikhail and teach everyone how to study and sword."
Your Majesty... he was a good father. The prince grows up to be a good boy.
But my father doesn't work. Tarashi, Magna and I are new to the Imperial Castle. No sign of a father to make him cry like his son...
My brother when I was a little girl, His Majesty, no, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the time, but I wish he was your father, I wonder what he thought. Vladimir, you too.
"I was surprised to hear about Vladimir when she was a little girl. I used to like people who weren't very impressed."
……
Alexei drops her gaze. Something, a lost wind.
"Um, brother. There's nothing you can't tell me."
"No... not that I can't. When we just met, Vladimir was definitely a sweet kid who cared. You were familiar, but you followed me. I thought this was what it was like with my brother. And his brain was clear and his memory was extremely good. Seven years old and there, even recited the poems of the Astra classics.
... but I didn't see your grandfather for a while after he died, and when I reunited, I started to leave without talking to him or responding. And then a while later. "
Cut the words. Alexei looked bitter.
"Somehow Vladimir started acting with your father every once in a while"
Huh?
"Um, what is your father... you mean our father, Alexandre Yurnova?
"Yes."
Right. You don't have anyone else to call your father, do you? But.
Why not!
I'm gonna stick with you one more time in the Original Orthodox, why not, Dad! I know your brother, the real son, was left alone!
No matter how grown up your brother was, that father would be emotionally lumped to walk with a child!
No, wait... who's that father? Player with your famous tarashi? The scope of action of people like that is a store or casino with professional women......?
Is that where you can take the kids?
"It's just what people told me, but it seemed like sometimes they were in inappropriate places for kids. So Vladimir herself started to make bad rumors. Well, it's not something a lady should hear, so I can't explain the place."
"Yes, I wouldn't mind if your brother judged you that way."
I'm sorry. I'm more or less sorry I imagined it.
But what the hell, Dad? My solid son would be pissed off. He was amused to hang out with a strange kid for a bad game...... or something? How old is she... if it's true, it's some kind of abuse.
"My grandmother was close to Magna's predecessors in the first place. My grandmother's mother, Her Majesty the Empress, came from Eurmagna. Earlier generations of Eurmagna said they served their grandchildren, His Majesty the Emperor, and their grandmother."
Uh, the then-Eurmagna princess, the grandfather of fucking Baba, said she spoiled Baba slightly. That's why I grew up with that personality...
No, because His Majesty the Emperor, who was done the same, said he was a moderate man, after all, that's his qualities. Yeah.
"So your father was also close to Georgie, Magna's contemporary lord, for a long time. In the years leading up to the death of your father and grandmother, Georgie frequently visited your grandmother. A lot changed as soon as your grandfather died... but that was one of them"
Ahhh......
Your brother would have been sad and lonely to mourn his esteemed grandfather, the only one in the family who loved me.
As soon as I got there, I started doing whatever the fuck Baba wanted, and the old man started sneaking in on us all the time, and the kid I thought was my friend said he was being taken away by a father who couldn't speak and wasn't even looking at himself...
I wonder if you felt so isolated. Like my own house is no longer my own.
I can't do this. I'm not talking about forgiveness.
Excuse me. I'm sorry to think of the BL flag or something stupid. It was a deep-rooted story beyond expectations.
Unexpectedly, Ekaterina takes her brother's hand and holds it with both hands.
"Dear brother... you've missed me. What a splendid thing that your brother, who was still a child, had fought to protect this Yurnova. Although I am immature, I will support you with all my strength from now on. I promise."
Alexei opened her eyes and gently shook her sister's hand back.
"I'm happy, Ekaterina. Heaven has given you a gift. Beautiful and gentle, my lady."
............... No, it's not that big a deal. I'm sorry. I'm sorry he's like a chase from a previous life ~.
"Ekaterina"
"Yes, brother"
"Your mother... what was she like?
Ekaterina breathed unexpectedly.
My brother asked me about my mother for the first time. I had been apologized for my mother's death, but after that, I didn't talk about my mother as if I had avoided it.
Ivan and Mina glance at each other for a moment. And I thanked him, and he dropped back gently.
"Right. Your mother..."
Ekaterina's, evokes childhood memories.
"You were beautiful and sophisticated.
Your Majesty said something about your mother, like the book of the noble lady. If I remember now, I really do. Quiet, gentle and......
Yes, I liked the embroidery. They always did needlework in the sunroom. I also like to paint, and I was good at the piano. When I was a little girl, I used to sing songs that my mother taught me to play for the piano she played. "
Yes, when I was little.
The piano, it's gone at some point.
The embroidery... both the yarn and needle disappeared from every elegant sewing box your mother used to love. The paint, the brush...
They took away all the fun, life was getting worse and worse, the mother was still nice to her daughter but... she became depressed and eventually fell ill and fell asleep.
"Sometimes... we talked about your brother. You have a brother, he must be a nice gentleman...
Your mother's voice was gracious and classy. "
I'm not lying. Indeed, your mother has said that many times.
However, what your mother has told your young daughter repeatedly.
'Your father is a lovely man. You look beautiful, tall, good at studying and exercising. Most importantly, he's a very sweet guy, and he's going to say a lot of nice words to me that make me feel like I'm stunned. At the School of Magic back then, there was not a single woman who didn't admire her. When I found out who you were going to marry, I thought it was a dream. I can't see you right now, but if you wait as a good girl, I'm sure you'll pick me up.
Yeah, well, you have a brother. You must be a nice gentleman, like your father. '
I don't think he could have imagined much about his son, who was separated as soon as he was born. I had a stronger love affair for my husband than that I admired.
I think about it now. Didn't your grandfather advise his son's daughter-in-law to live in the Imperial capital, not in the Duke's territory? That should have prevented us from imitating too tyrannically, with our surrounding eyes.
But your mother must have turned it down. As a wife, near her husband, waiting for the day when her husband would return to him. Mother was a maiden in love with her admirer and also a foresight of a noble woman who obeyed her husband in obedience and obedience.
... and that fucking father didn't go back to his mother.
After falling asleep, the mother stopped talking about her husband. Instead, I wanted my daughter to be an empress. And finally, he died thinking of his first brother he met as his husband.
It's like Asama is Inn. Rain Moon Story. My wife kept waiting for her husband during the war. The morning after her husband, who had lost everything, finally returned home and spent the night with his wife, when she woke up, the house should have welcomed herself to decay. The wife was buried in a grave...... story.
What if your mother wasn't in love with a noble woman? If I were a strong woman, like Her Majesty the Empress, for example. Would I have been able to live with my family in the face of my aunt?
But it's easy to say if your mother is stronger... but I know it's actually harsh.
Unlike Japan in the twenty-first century. Noble women are also not allowed to choose who they marry, there is no option to work and live on their own. That's this world. Her Majesty must be a rare woman who was exposed to many criticisms and still did not bend herself.
I know, but... just...
I wish I had more to tell your brother.
Your mother always thought of your brother, I wish I could have told you.
I lived a modest but peaceful life, and the fun was pretty good, which is why I don't suffer because I think my mother died unhappily. Yes, I wish I could have told you.
I'd say that in a lie, but I'm sure my satirical brother will understand. And he pretends to be a little impossible and happy with that lie.
You shouldn't let that happen. I must not lie to your brother. Somehow, I think so.
"Ekaterina...... I'm sorry. I asked a hard question. Enough, so don't cry. It was my fault."
I didn't cry.
Though I thought so, for the first time since I was embraced, I realized I was in tears.
Oh, fifteen-year-old Ekaterina is crying. It's been a while since we've split a little.
"... there's nothing painful about it. I'm happy. I'm very, very happy to have your brother."
"Thank you. I'm happy too, because you're here.
Kind, my goddess. Queen of my night. If you cry, the stars will also flow and fall in grief. So please don't cry. "
Ekaterina turned her arms around her whispering brother's body and hugged him. Because my brother must have been sad to hear about my mother. Because no matter how grown up you are, this man is still a child. I've fought alone since I was only ten years old to protect what your grandfather left behind, because he was too healthy a child.
Seventeen and fifteen.
Two orphans, carrying vast Duke territory, enormous wealth, and four hundred years of historic fame.
The previous life, when he died at the age of twenty-eight, was secretly pitying his brothers and sisters who comforted each other.
"Both sires were in a good mood. Thanks to you, Ekaterina.""Nothing like me. It's because of your brother's exploitation and everyone's encouragement to prepare."After the Emperor's carriage left the main entrance to the Duke's residence, the brothers and sisters exchanged such conversations as they returned to the residence in an escort in Alexei.Incidentally, the people who were waiting for the return of the royal family in front of the main gate were also expressing their admiration for the beautiful brothers and sisters of the Duke's family, but neither of them noticed any cheer for themselves. He is a sibling who resembles in strange places, little notice of praise for himself."My lord, my lady, we have tea for you. Rest often.""Oh. Graham, you had a hard time too""Everything's going well. It's been a great job."Nestling Graham, the butler, the two enter a small talking room close to the front entrance. There awaited my servant, Ivan, and my maid Mina, who brewed tea for each master."As your brother said, you were casual. When I finished, it was a good time.""Your Majesty and I had a lot to talk about.""I wanted to tell you a lot of interesting stories. Your Majesty is a very nice man, isn't he? My mother and I were so close to our age that we felt admirable.""... right"Alexei smiles softly."Your Majesty the Emperor is in a good mood to speak.""Oh, it makes me better for a long time. When I was still the Crown Prince, I used to come to His Highness Mikhail and teach everyone how to study and sword."Your Majesty... he was a good father. The prince grows up to be a good boy.But my father doesn't work. Tarashi, Magna and I are new to the Imperial Castle. No sign of a father to make him cry like his son...My brother when I was a little girl, His Majesty, no, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the time, but I wish he was your father, I wonder what he thought. Vladimir, you too."I was surprised to hear about Vladimir when she was a little girl. I used to like people who weren't very impressed." Alexei drops her gaze. Something, a lost wind."Um, brother. There's nothing you can't tell me.""No... not that I can't. When we just met, Vladimir was definitely a sweet kid who cared. You were familiar, but you followed me. I thought this was what it was like with my brother. And his brain was clear and his memory was extremely good. Seven years old and there, even recited the poems of the Astra classics.... but I didn't see your grandfather for a while after he died, and when I reunited, I started to leave without talking to him or responding. And then a while later. "Cut the words. Alexei looked bitter."Somehow Vladimir started acting with your father every once in a while"Huh?"Um, what is your father... you mean our father, Alexandre Yurnova? "Yes."Right. You don't have anyone else to call your father, do you? But.Why not!I'm gonna stick with you one more time in the Original Orthodox, why not, Dad! I know your brother, the real son, was left alone!No matter how grown up your brother was, that father would be emotionally lumped to walk with a child!No, wait... who's that father? Player with your famous tarashi? The scope of action of people like that is a store or casino with professional women......?Is that where you can take the kids?"It's just what people told me, but it seemed like sometimes they were in inappropriate places for kids. So Vladimir herself started to make bad rumors. Well, it's not something a lady should hear, so I can't explain the place.""Yes, I wouldn't mind if your brother judged you that way."I'm sorry. I'm more or less sorry I imagined it.But what the hell, Dad? My solid son would be pissed off. He was amused to hang out with a strange kid for a bad game...... or something? How old is she... if it's true, it's some kind of abuse."My grandmother was close to Magna's predecessors in the first place. My grandmother's mother, Her Majesty the Empress, came from Eurmagna. Earlier generations of Eurmagna said they served their grandchildren, His Majesty the Emperor, and their grandmother."Uh, the then-Eurmagna princess, the grandfather of fucking Baba, said she spoiled Baba slightly. That's why I grew up with that personality...No, because His Majesty the Emperor, who was done the same, said he was a moderate man, after all, that's his qualities. Yeah."So your father was also close to Georgie, Magna's contemporary lord, for a long time. In the years leading up to the death of your father and grandmother, Georgie frequently visited your grandmother. A lot changed as soon as your grandfather died... but that was one of them"Ahhh......Your brother would have been sad and lonely to mourn his esteemed grandfather, the only one in the family who loved me.As soon as I got there, I started doing whatever the fuck Baba wanted, and the old man started sneaking in on us all the time, and the kid I thought was my friend said he was being taken away by a father who couldn't speak and wasn't even looking at himself...I wonder if you felt so isolated. Like my own house is no longer my own.I can't do this. I'm not talking about forgiveness.Excuse me. I'm sorry to think of the BL flag or something stupid. It was a deep-rooted story beyond expectations.Unexpectedly, Ekaterina takes her brother's hand and holds it with both hands."Dear brother... you've missed me. What a splendid thing that your brother, who was still a child, had fought to protect this Yurnova. Although I am immature, I will support you with all my strength from now on. I promise."Alexei opened her eyes and gently shook her sister's hand back."I'm happy, Ekaterina. Heaven has given you a gift. Beautiful and gentle, my lady."............... No, it's not that big a deal. I'm sorry. I'm sorry he's like a chase from a previous life ~."Ekaterina""Yes, brother""Your mother... what was she like? Ekaterina breathed unexpectedly.My brother asked me about my mother for the first time. I had been apologized for my mother's death, but after that, I didn't talk about my mother as if I had avoided it.Ivan and Mina glance at each other for a moment. And I thanked him, and he dropped back gently."Right. Your mother..."Ekaterina's, evokes childhood memories."You were beautiful and sophisticated.Your Majesty said something about your mother, like the book of the noble lady. If I remember now, I really do. Quiet, gentle and......Yes, I liked the embroidery. They always did needlework in the sunroom. I also like to paint, and I was good at the piano. When I was a little girl, I used to sing songs that my mother taught me to play for the piano she played. "Yes, when I was little.The piano, it's gone at some point.The embroidery... both the yarn and needle disappeared from every elegant sewing box your mother used to love. The paint, the brush...They took away all the fun, life was getting worse and worse, the mother was still nice to her daughter but... she became depressed and eventually fell ill and fell asleep."Sometimes... we talked about your brother. You have a brother, he must be a nice gentleman...Your mother's voice was gracious and classy. "I'm not lying. Indeed, your mother has said that many times.However, what your mother has told your young daughter repeatedly.'Your father is a lovely man. You look beautiful, tall, good at studying and exercising. Most importantly, he's a very sweet guy, and he's going to say a lot of nice words to me that make me feel like I'm stunned. At the School of Magic back then, there was not a single woman who didn't admire her. When I found out who you were going to marry, I thought it was a dream. I can't see you right now, but if you wait as a good girl, I'm sure you'll pick me up.Yeah, well, you have a brother. You must be a nice gentleman, like your father. 'I don't think he could have imagined much about his son, who was separated as soon as he was born. I had a stronger love affair for my husband than that I admired.I think about it now. Didn't your grandfather advise his son's daughter-in-law to live in the Imperial capital, not in the Duke's territory? That should have prevented us from imitating too tyrannically, with our surrounding eyes.But your mother must have turned it down. As a wife, near her husband, waiting for the day when her husband would return to him. Mother was a maiden in love with her admirer and also a foresight of a noble woman who obeyed her husband in obedience and obedience.... and that fucking father didn't go back to his mother.After falling asleep, the mother stopped talking about her husband. Instead, I wanted my daughter to be an empress. And finally, he died thinking of his first brother he met as his husband.It's like Asama is Inn. Rain Moon Story. My wife kept waiting for her husband during the war. The morning after her husband, who had lost everything, finally returned home and spent the night with his wife, when she woke up, the house should have welcomed herself to decay. The wife was buried in a grave...... story.What if your mother wasn't in love with a noble woman? If I were a strong woman, like Her Majesty the Empress, for example. Would I have been able to live with my family in the face of my aunt?But it's easy to say if your mother is stronger... but I know it's actually harsh.Unlike Japan in the twenty-first century. Noble women are also not allowed to choose who they marry, there is no option to work and live on their own. That's this world. Her Majesty must be a rare woman who was exposed to many criticisms and still did not bend herself.I know, but... just...I wish I had more to tell your brother.Your mother always thought of your brother, I wish I could have told you.I lived a modest but peaceful life, and the fun was pretty good, which is why I don't suffer because I think my mother died unhappily. Yes, I wish I could have told you.I'd say that in a lie, but I'm sure my satirical brother will understand. And he pretends to be a little impossible and happy with that lie.You shouldn't let that happen. I must not lie to your brother. Somehow, I think so."Ekaterina...... I'm sorry. I asked a hard question. Enough, so don't cry. It was my fault."I didn't cry.Though I thought so, for the first time since I was embraced, I realized I was in tears.Oh, fifteen-year-old Ekaterina is crying. It's been a while since we've split a little."... there's nothing painful about it. I'm happy. I'm very, very happy to have your brother.""Thank you. I'm happy too, because you're here.Kind, my goddess. Queen of my night. If you cry, the stars will also flow and fall in grief. So please don't cry. "Ekaterina turned her arms around her whispering brother's body and hugged him. Because my brother must have been sad to hear about my mother. Because no matter how grown up you are, this man is still a child. I've fought alone since I was only ten years old to protect what your grandfather left behind, because he was too healthy a child.Seventeen and fifteen.Two orphans, carrying vast Duke territory, enormous wealth, and four hundred years of historic fame.The previous life, when he died at the age of twenty-eight, was secretly pitying his brothers and sisters who comforted each other.
