Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Doyle. I'm Wincal von Gladius, son-in-law, so the surname is different, but I'm your sister Amelia's brother, your grandmother's brother, so Doyle, from you, I'm going to be your great-uncle. Nice to meet you."

"I'll see you first. My name is Doyle, son of Alan, head of the Aginis family, and his wife Serena."

The pale blonde had cat hair, and the person who introduced herself by narrowing the same blue eyes as her father was very similar to the portrait of Lady Amelia decorated in her grandfather's room. I feel like I miss him somewhere when I say we're meeting for the first time, because of the connection between him and my blood?

While observing Lady Gladys, who wraps up a strange and fuzzy air, I also say hello, which I just learned the other day.

Pull your right foot in the name of your name, accompanied by your right hand to your body and your left hand horizontally. After slowly counting in my mind lowering my gaze one, two, three, and lifting my head, I sneaked my eyes to Sebastian, who is behind your grandfather's diagonal so he wouldn't be noticed, and I guess my greeting was a passing score because he was nodding satisfactorily.

At the moment when I almost exhaled at Sebastian, who seemed satisfied, I thought of Sebastian guiding me through politeness while I fingered the horseback whip, and further I felt that I heard an illusion of a horseback whip named Piscilli tapping my desk, so I squeezed my mind and turned to another customer.

I've never been used a horseback whip that Sebastian loves as a weapon, but I'm pretty sure the courtesy class that's finally over will continue on the day I get distracted and coarse here.

As I scolded myself for distracting myself from the air I really understood, I turned to Lady Gladys, and as I was impressed, I met Lady Gladys, who nodded at me with his escort.

"- Boulder, you're the son of the Duke's house. Beautiful greeting. But you don't have to be so afraid, do you? I'm a marquis in the throne, and I'm your great uncle. I'm glad you called me Uncle Winn easily."

"I understand, Uncle Winn."

".................. I'm still a little bit behaving, but can I help you with that? Today's the first time we've met. Yeah, well, it's late, but this one's my escort, Obza. I've known him for a long time, but he's an adventurer."

"It's an obsession. I do know Gladys, but I don't need to say hello because I'm just an adventurer with no title."

"I get it. That's brief, but my name is Doyle. Thank you very much."

Lady Gladys, who laughs kindly. Again, Uncle Winn introduced me to someone who told me that laughing greetings were unnecessary all the time. But even if he declared himself to be just an adventurer, he wouldn't be able to treat anyone close to Uncle Wynn so I turned my head down slightly and named him after getting a little lost.

Uncle Winn, who looked at me like that and stroked my head with a soft laugh, sat down in the seat at the edge of the table saying no to me, and spoke to his father, who was watching me and Uncle Winn greet him.

"You've grown up to be a good boy, Alan"

"Yes! I'm a proud son!

"Because he's your son and Serena's."

"Besides, Doyle is very training enthusiastic. Even during this time, you fought well with the knights at this age. You're about to pull something out of me in no time, you're hissing!

"If [Thunder Spear Brave] is going to say that, I look forward to the future."

Uncle Wynn is hammering with a gentle grin at the words of his father, who looks to stand up and speak with pleasure. As it was, they sat back in their seats bickering.

The two of them, seated in a flowing motion while in conversation, are in conversation as if to fill in when they were away. I'm just asking my father, who talks about recent developments even when I say conversation, while Uncle Wynn hammers, but I'm a little surprised by the natural air that's between them because the way it looks is again like a good looking after brother and his brother.

He lived with me at one time, and the words of his father, who said, 'It's like my brother,' seemed true.

Seeing Uncle Wynn speaking intimately with his father, I'm convinced that this man was really an Aginis person. At the same time, the tension I was feeling slightly faded, and I felt my shoulders fall out all the time.

No matter how many blood relatives you say you are, Uncle Wynn is the first adult I've ever met. Besides, if your father admired you and your grandfather was a lovely person, it would be the child's heart that wants you to look a little more glorious and make a good impression.

That was worth the effort Sebastian did.

My introduction to Uncle Wynn, who was thrilled, was also successfully completed, and I look at the adults who moved to bickering and feel that I have finished doing my part. Later it's free time until dinner if there's no crude phase at the lunch table that's about to start.

It's a shame the two of you can't see the spear when Father and Grandpa are around the corner, but we can't help it today. There are only a few workouts I can do alone, but it would have been a lot better than being accompanied by adult conversations here.

Besides, if you don't train, you won't get any skills. Fathers and grandfathers say that if there is any trigger, you will be able to acquire skills, so if you train long enough, you will also have an increased chance of making that much essential motion. If so, it would be a shame for me to want some spear or bar skills as soon as possible.

The longer you train, the more opportunities you'll have to gain skills.

Today is the day to get back in the mood and assemble an afternoon appointment in my head wondering what kind of workout I'm going to do. And I felt thirsty somewhat where I had an afternoon appointment, and I approached the side table in the corner of the room. Then pour water into the glass from the water drain that was placed, and drink it up all at once.

Then pour about half the water into the empty glass and watch the fathers again bickering from the spot a little further away.

"I was still working out with Doyle today using lightning spears, but thanks Doyle seems to have lightning resistance. By the day, it's getting longer to carry on! Plus, normal defenses seem to be high, and these days, just normal blows don't skip consciousness. Even today you put a full blow in your abdomen, and you could afford to blow it up and then sue me with your eyes, right? It was the same attack that dropped the new American knight who came in in one shot."

"... that's amazing"

"I can't wait to work with Doyle these days. I don't get to go home much, and Doyle surprises me every time I see her."

"It is"

Uncle Wynn looked just like the old lady in the portrait, with the same pale blonde hair as me and your old lady, and the same blue eyes as your father. In my own country, I only say that I am a diplomat, and I feel like a civilian with a thin body of lines. I feel even thinner for the good physique of the adventurer who said he was an obsession with red copper hair introduced to me by Uncle Wynn.

Father's story suggests he can turn forty-three this year, but he looks about the same as Father when he looks at it in the distance because of his hair that is white and has no single gray hair. Well, if you come closer, you can see the wrinkles in your eyes, so I'm also convinced that you're forty-three.

Uncle Wynn looks very similar to Grandma Amelia as far as the portrait is concerned, but she says she is ten years away from Grandma as if she were a child of her late wife. She said that when her grandmother married her grandfather, she was disinherited from the Aginis family, and that behind her son-in-law's entry into another country, there were circumstances surrounding her, but she couldn't tell me the details.

However, when Father was born, Uncle Winn was a 12-year-old boy, and Father said he had been played well until he joined his son-in-law at the age of 22.

"This is the last time your sister was alive to exchange words slowly. Maybe since my wedding, Alan seemed happy and relieved. When my sister got upset, I was already with my son-in-law, and I couldn't keep her beside you, so I was so worried, right? Besides, in a few years, Alan will be on a crusade for the Demon King as a brave man."

- Brother Wynn.

"I've been rubbing my mind that maybe something happened to my sister about her death or something she didn't care about. Yet I wondered if Alan at the time had finally returned, and he said he was going to marry Serena, the Virgin who was famous at the time for being the most beautiful woman in the country. When I read the wedding invitations and letters you sent me, what was my concern! I thought so."

"............... I'm sorry for that verse"

I'm sorry about Uncle Wynn's words. Father, who shrunk away like that, said so and apologized. The look on Uncle Wynn's face, laughing at his father like that, "I'm joking," was very soft.

I can't feel any lies or intentions in that look, and from the heart comes Uncle Winn's heartfelt joy for his father's happiness.

Given that Grandpa succeeded the housekeeper and that Uncle Wynn entered the country in various ways as son-in-law, it should be such a complicated relationship that it's not ridiculous to be in blood-washing patterns, but I envy the friendly fathers a little like their true brothers.

Despite being far away for a long time, a relationship between two people that doesn't make you feel time or distance is one that my only child will never know.

"Well, whatever it is, it seems happy and above all. The Aginis have an excellent track record, and Alan has nothing to worry about right now."

"Brother Wynn, I'm relieved you're looking well too. - But you're worried about me, aren't you?

"Heh?"

"It's what makes Doyle stronger every day, so desperate to keep his father dignified. You've increased the amount of workouts you've had before so it won't be easy to pull out, right? It's hard having to work a lot. I have my pride as a father, too."

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"Ha! His Majesty the King told me the same thing."

"That would be so. Because children are rebellious when adults force them to do it. Doyle, at your age, it's rare for a kid to do a serious workout without keeping an eye on his side. I'd love to play a little bit."

"Doyle said he'd take over the trail for me and your grandfather, because he's straining me."

"You're a filial child."

"You're the proud son of me and Serena!

"Don't hesitate to fall in love, Alan. I've been on a lonely, single assignment for the past few months. Why don't you give me a break?

"I'm sorry about that!

He stares at my proud father with a complicated feeling and Uncle Wynn, who, in his mouth, encourages him to talk.

I'm glad your father brags about me. But...

Somehow, I can't watch my father's face speaking with a smile on his face, and I drop my gaze.

I'm really happy with what your father said when he told me he was a proud son. All the more so as Uncle Wynn feels like an important family member to his father.

But that's why I do have a voice in me screaming if I really have the credentials to say so. I wonder if my skills are worthy of praise, or if my father or grandfather is more than just a pro, grand fool.

I don't expect your father or grandfather to say a word of praise in battle, but I still can't take that praise honestly.

............... I used to just love the compliments of my fathers.

Since when did you start to feel that the compliments and the glance of expectations that can be directed at you are heavy? I looked at my father's side talking to Uncle Wynn happy about me, and I thought to myself,