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The king asked me.

I thought you were a Luminous person.

I couldn't answer instantly.

It's a different person - and I can't use a sneeze on the spot like one day. Your ears and eyes are focused on me here in public. I'm just sorry if I found out you lied to the king. Before that, lying to the king was difficult for me in and of itself. Having been raised strictly as a loyal nobleman since I was a child, I have psychological problems.

Then tell the truth? Do I have the right to say that to me when I'm banished from my house?

After a while of silence, I told the king:

"... why don't you ask the Marquis Luminous, not me?

"... I see, so is that"

There is a profound circumstance - you guessed so, the king did not pry and sent to call the Marquis of Luminous, who is moving to a separate room.

My father will be here shortly.

I haven't seen my father in ten years. Since the day of exile.

I never thought I'd see you again - but I can't believe that's seeing you again in front of the king.

The feeling of deliberation swells in my heart.

Every second felt like infinity.

Eventually...

but the door opened properly. I can't see who it is while I'm on my knees.

But I hear voices.

"King, what can I do for you?

Definitely that was my father's voice.

"I'm sorry, Marquis Luminous, to summon you abruptly. Actually, the man there - the man the Marquis knows?

Next, the king turned his words to me.

"You may stand, Alberto."

Meanwhile, I get up.

And I saw it.

I'll take my father.

My father took me.

My father's face, which I hadn't seen in ten years, was older than years. My body was thin and the light in my eyes was weakening. Probably because of the loss of the arranger. That sad fact took strength away from my father.

My father's eyes open with surprise.

Would I have done so for about ten seconds?

Eventually...

"Al, Belt... you, why..."

"Right. Does the Marquis Luminous also know? Then let's ask again. Alberto, are you from Luminous?

"... Yes, you're right. My name is Alberto Luminous. He is the son of the Marquis."

The king nodded and spoke to his father.

"Marquis Luminous, Alberto was in this battle."

"... are you kidding me!?

"Uh-huh. And the troops they belonged to made a huge difference and received their medals as meritorious men."

My father's eyes shook in confusion when he saw a gleaming medal on my chest.

No voice came right out of that mouth.

My mouth opened and closed so many times as to look for words - I told him to squeeze them out of me just a little distracted.

"... well done, Alberto..."

That was all my father said.

I don't think it's a light night.

Rather naturally.

My father knows. Ten years of disconnection - that depth. Negative emotions obsessed there.

I couldn't decide immediately how I should answer.

- Shut up! You dumped me ten years ago!

It's easy to throw up words like that. Perhaps you have as much right to say that.

There is also a king. There are also prestigious nobles. Crap between families - arguing about something like that here would discredit the Marquis de Lluminas.

It would be a great opportunity to take revenge.

But I couldn't.

My father cut me loose, but he didn't really abandon me. He gave me a home and kept sending me certain servitudes. Without my father's refuge, I would have died a long time ago.

My father owes me.

No, I wouldn't have been able to do it without that.

My beloved - I can't afford to lose my richly gifted son Arrangea and spit such cruel words at his disgusting father.

I just said one thing.

"... thank you, thank you..."

That's all.

Just spitting out the words made me feel sloppy and tired.

Perhaps that's the same for my father. We looked at each other like we ran out of spirits and roots.

The silence ruled during the sight. How long would it have been so? My father opened his mouth to push the heavy air away.

"... I'll get back to you later... let me hear your story..."

Then we went to the king,

"I'm sorry. I'm tired today, so I'm going home."

"Uhm. Okay. I'm sorry to call you so suddenly."

The Marquis of Lluminous went out of sight when he gave his respects. The king spoke to us after he saw the back of it.

"You guys can back off, too. It was daunting. Keep up the good work for your country, Richter Strahm, Alberto - Luminous"

"Yes."

We stepped back from the front of the king.

When I left the red carpet, I felt the unexpected gaze of the aristocrats in line. He's staring at me. Who is he - an enemy or an ally - should he be seen or crushed?

"I didn't know Luminous still had traces..."

"There's something behind that..."

"... find out who it is soon..."

I hear the vague voices of the nobles. They won't forget about me.

I just wanted to be Alberto.

I guess I'm Alberto Luminous to them already.

I sigh small.

Apparently, anything that moves won't go back to normal.