Herscherik

The "fine feast" that Count Grimm had prepared for the Hersheliks was a "very lavish feast" for those invited.

The meals arranged in front of you are prepared with the finest ingredients, and are very inedible for Hershelik.

Hershelik, who sat face to face with Grimm at the long table, was very grateful for the distance.

I was hungry just watching him deliver the dish served to my stomach with momentum, and I would have definitely lost my appetite if I were on my side because I was eating it with my mouth open.

Even without it, fatty dishes are more damaging than delicious to Hershelik's stomach, which was tired on the journey. He gave up eating early after not accepting the dish he had now poisoned.

After the meal, Hershelik and the others head to the apartment, where they will greet each other.

The rooms provided in the separate mansion were the most luxurious on the third floor. Below the second floor are used by the Kingsguard knights, and only he and the butler are on the third floor. At night, the Kingsguard is supposed to provide protection in turn.

Even though it was still the middle of the fall, the fire was already available in the fireplace to warm the room.

When Hershelik looked at the pocket watch, the time went around eleven o'clock, and through the window he had a good view of the Lords' Hall. Most of the lights in that lord's hall are out.

Confirming that, Hershelik gained momentum from the front of the fireplace.

"Then I'm going.

"No, wait, where are you going? You.

Even as a matter of course, Crow scratches hershelik in with his coat on.

"What, evidence-gathering?

Crowe looks up to heaven at him, who leans his neck adorably.

It goes without saying that I wanted to ask why the idea of going there myself is coming up even though I am there.

"Why do you have me? Wait here for me.

"…… Yep.

I wondered even more why she looked dissatisfied, but Crowe put his hand on Hershey's head without saying anything.

"Never, ever, ever, ever leave this room. Sleep tight.

"Yes, I am. So.

The grime caused by the grip with one hand is quite painful and Hershelik squatches by holding his head when he is released from the clo.

"I, for one, am your boss, right?

Cro grinned with a grin and disgust at him, leaving the room when he gave him a perfect thank you. Without, of course, any footsteps or the sound of closing the door.

(I think Cro would be fine...)

He's an amazing ex-con. I think it will be fine. But I'm worried.

Hershelik brings the blanket out of bed, trying to wait until he gets back, though he was told to go to sleep. Even though the room is warm, it's still chilly.

(No if you have a cold.

Staring at the swinging flames of the fireplace twirling into the blanket on the couch. But I shouldn't have.

Hershelik was tired of his journey, and a few minutes later he snuck out of the boat.

"Ryoko, if you sleep in the torch, you'll catch a cold!

I got hit in the head...... not. Ryoko woke up kicked.

Apparently I came home to my parents and fell asleep when I was in the torch and playing mobile games. My mother kicks my oldest daughter's head lightly before heading to the kitchen complaining.

It's Ryoko's birthday, so I'm lucky she won't tell me to help. So Ryoko, who is returning home after noon, also has a problem, but no one makes the point.

The screen of the game was in sleep mode, and when it was activated, there was a handsome guy targeted for this offense.

"Hmm."

If someone heard it from Ryoko's mouth, a giggle leaked that would pull a dong.

(I was right to buy this otome game!

While Ryoko thinks so, he refers to the protagonist's talent on the game screen. That shows the basic status of the main character, who is the player's split, and the current offensive status of the target.

Many otome games today are scenario selective, and I was a little dissatisfied with Ryoko, the gamer.

(Well, it might be just right for people who just want to replenish their adoration.

That's not enough. For Ryoko, this game was a good otomega.

While choosing and nurturing the protagonists from among the three heroines, they become intimate with the target of the attack they are looking for. Events don't occur if you don't have enough talent, and even if you make the wrong choice.

The target of the attack is twelve. The voice actor was a newcomer from the big guy in the otomegae industry, plus a glimpse of the Otomegae production company's seriousness that the ending has three patterns for each offensive target.

Even more so, they all have hidden offensive candidates after the offense, and Ryoko is playing the game as long as he has time.

"……… hey, that's disgusting.

"Ah, welcome back.

My sister in the middle looks down at Ryoko, who is left with a torch.

"Auntie!

"Oh, there you are.

My elementary niece put her face behind her mother's back and waved.

Behind her was her sister's husband, who bowed to the dust, so Ryoko hurriedly corrected her residence and bowed back.

"I came to celebrate because of you, but what are you doing todo..."

"That's that time already?

When I looked at the wall clock, it was after 3: 30. The banquet is scheduled to begin at 4: 00 in an effort to make it an early dinner.

At that time, the front door sounded open and the voice sounded "I'm home".

My mother said, "Hello, you guys, not right now! Because I went to my wife!" I heard a voice. Apparently, my youngest son is back.

"I'm home, Nee-chan, to celebrate Arafat.

"Ugh.

The youngest laughed when Ryoko was so angry. Her husband seemed in a panic behind it.

My youngest son, who was away from home, got married last year. My husband's age is under one of Ryoko's. Different couples this year have had difficulty getting married.

"You guys help me. Yikes. My husbands take their time.

Everyone starts traveling in unison to my mother's call.

Only my niece invited me to come here. My niece went into the torch, as Ryoko told me.

"…… So, have you been doing well with your father and mother lately?

My niece answers the question in silence.

Ryoko smiles bitterly at his niece's attitude. Recent periods of disobedience seem to be getting younger. When I was about this time, I was a mother and child, pulling around like a dog after my mother.

I had a sister in the middle then, but my mother said, "Your sister protects her sister." As you put it, rather, sister! Sounds good! I remember hanging out.

"……… Mother gets angry immediately. Your father is also a wuss.

"Ooh, ooh.

Ryoko shrugged her shoulders. That's exactly what the kid said right now.

"You know, your mother gets mad because she loves you. I wouldn't even deal with them if I didn't like them. You know you can do better than me, right? Don't wuss your father. Your father works hard, so you can eat dinner, wear beautiful clothes, and go to school.

When I tell her that, her niece lurks her eyebrows. It's a period of disobedience that makes me think so, even if I know it.

Ryoko asks for a moment, and when she leans over her niece, she pinches her niece's face with both hands. And I looked at my niece directly in the front, trying not to let her lose her gaze.

"My mother and father are both human, so there are things I don't like. Sometimes it hits you hard. So why don't you grow up a little and I can help you two? Hey, promise your aunt. Don't say wussy about your father and mother anymore.

He couldn't escape because he had his hands pinched to turn his back. So my niece nodded with a little thought.

"Yeah, yeah. That's my proud niece.

Saying so, Ryoko frees her niece.

"……… I wish my aunt were your mother.

"Oh, you can say that because you're an aunt. My aunt has the privilege of even adoring her niece. But my parents are different. Parents are obliged to raise their children. If I were your own kid, I'd be mad at you every day for worrying, and I'd be annoyed.

I have no responsibility.

It's all up to the parents to see what happens to this niece in the future, so I just have to be adorable. Rather, it may be an extra favor otherwise. Earlier preaching stained words may also be an extra favor.

"Ask your mother. I wondered how my aunt was when she was little. I'm sure it was annoying. It's up to me to say.

It was Ryoko's role to preach to his sisters about something.

My sisters would have been annoyed by the presence of my sister, who scolds my parents but preaches with Concon for hours.

It also shares its own experience, the story repeats itself over and over, and at some point the point of the sermon goes off, eventually a crying sister.

Now I think very much. Or the black history that I want to seal, Ryoko holds her head in her mind.

"Well, I'm going to go to the bathroom for a minute.

When Ryoko stood up and left her niece in the torch and went out into the hallway, her sisters' husbands were hiding. I leak a bitter laugh to the two of you who had eyes.

"…… I'm sorry about my child.

"Parenting is tough. Say something. She's a pretty niece, and they're both my brother and family, so you can count on me.

Hit the shoulder of my sister's husband in the middle who looks sorry. The youngest son's husband next door opened his mouth.

"We had kids, too. I don't know the gender yet...... that, thank you.

"Oh, congratulations! Not if you're already having my Arafat birthday party!

They call me to the living room while I'm talking like that. Apparently, he's ready. As my niece turned off the torch and came in the hallway, I bowled with my father and gave him an awkward look, but I stroked my niece's head and rushed ahead. My husbands also continued, and as I tried to enter the room for the last time, my father was waiting for the wine in one hand.

"Yeah, I'm happy.

Ryoko whines as she feels.

I didn't have any luck with myself, but I'm blessed with more families, and every day passes peacefully. I thought this peaceful time would surely continue.

When I looked in the garden, my dog Crowe was waving his tail. I have to take you for a walk later.

"……… clo?

But the clot instantly turned into a long-sleeved young man. A young man with dark red ball-like eyes.

So Ryoko understood that this was a dream.

This is the world of the future that I wanted, that didn't die before I was reincarnated.

"I know, Cro.

Yes, I see myself.

Its body was no longer Ryoko Hayakawa, but Hershelik Gracis, the seventh prince of the kingdom of Gracis.

Hershelik does not enter the living room but heads to the front door.

Because he's waiting.

When I opened the front door I waited as he smiled. And gracefully give a bowl of grace.

"I'm coming.

Shortly before I walked out the front door, that's how I looked back and the whole family smiled and dropped me off.