Tanaka family, reincarnated.

Fun.

I don't think so.

Fun.

Do something stupid.

Fun.

Robert was asking questions every day as he plowed the fields.

Every time you see a field that has been softly tilled to remove the roots of the trees, remove the stones, and allow the soil to contain air, an unspeakable sense of fulfilment fills your body.

When I was in King's Landing, I went to school.

I've hardly felt this way before.

I think it was a long time ago, when my mother was always by my side.

After my mother died, my father married a maid who was in charge of laundry at the Mansion.

The new mother lowers her head to Robert and speaks with respect.

Born into the Duke's house, there were only so many people around me who were better than themselves.

That's why everyone bows their heads to Robert.

And my stepmother.

I couldn't say I missed you.

Whether it was ruining the garden to gain interest, yelling at the maid loudly, or torturing a student who saw him at school, his new mother didn't say anything.

When she honestly told me to have tea with her, she just seemed to be holding back until the time to meet Robert was over.

The conversation didn't work out in any way.

My father is in the mansion only at night.

I just glanced at the butler who said that he would leave Robert to you to take care of.

Robert, who caused too much trouble, was separated from his mother and sister and started eating alone every day.

If my new mother had turned a soft smile on Robert to treat her sister, she might not have done this right now.

"Darius is not powerful."

"The fields are rising."

"If I were 10 years younger, I would have wanted my son-in-law."

"... no, more than 60 years ago..."

"In my 60s, it's a tingling..."

I don't think it's a tickle.

………

I can't believe Darius is happier in the countryside than Robert the Duke.

That's definitely...

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"Still, why are you all so upset..."

Emma leans her head and asks strangely.

Loss of cotton and absence of Stewart family social season, fake Virgin of Emma.

With the exception of cotton, there are other human resources, and even at great loss, the aristocracy will not be so poor as to be unable to buy bread because of the tax revenue from the territory on a regular basis.

It is good to be angry with the people who may have increased tax burdens because of stupid lords.

"Everyone's not going to be able to get new underwear..."

Arthur answers Emma with a strange face.

Marion, Francesca and the twins are looking at Emma just like Arthur.

"What's new in underwear?

William also asked for a detailed explanation if he didn't understand the explanation.

"It's in church teaching, isn't it? To return to God, underwear that is prone to negative energy should be renewed once a year after the social season.Underwear is bleak with hemp and too luxurious with silk.I deserve cotton. "

Francesca interprets the teachings of the church, which have been heard many times since childhood.

"Heh, heh...."

Really?

"It's weird."

"Huh? Don't you know?

Francesca is surprised at the fluffy relationship between the three brothers.

"There was no church on the border....."

I've never heard of it before.

I've never heard such a thing from my mother, who grew up in King's Landing.

... well, it's only recently that the Stewarts have become financially able to renew their underwear every year, and they've been living in a lot of poverty.

It wasn't an atmosphere where I could say that my underwear was new, and even now that I was free from financial difficulties, my impoverishment didn't heal.

"Emma, I have to make all my underwear new once a year.Underwear that comes into direct contact with the skin is prone to accumulation of bad things.Wearing bad things is blasphemy against God.But if we run out of cotton... it's hard to get it, and everyone gets frustrated. "

Fu, is it a fengshui thing?

Seriously, Emma is still leaning towards Marion, and her neck is not returning.

"Um, shouldn't it be silk?

The Stewarts are basically self-sufficient.

I've decided to spend all of my tax revenues on my territory.

We take care of the silk ourselves and weave the silk.

That's why there's a lot of silk in underwear and clothes.

Even if there is a hole in the pants, it is repaired and worn carefully.

It's beautiful because I wash it properly.

"Silk is a luxury! Caitlin? "

"Silk is a luxury! Catherine! "

The twins also say that underwear must be cotton.

Speaking of which, Lady Rose was delighted to say that she wanted a silk nightgown, but I felt that she refused her underwear.

"Um, luxury is about looking for something more than necessary, right? If you can't get cotton now, isn't it more luxurious to ask for cotton underwear than to get silk underwear? I wonder if it's a lot better than enduring and frustrating people without getting a new one..... "

My friends' attachment to cotton is somewhat incomprehensible because I am a former Japanese & border people who have no religious affiliation.

First of all, it's too mysterious that everyone has been talking about pants with a serious face since just now, but no one thinks it's weird.

Bullshit, cotton production The church from the world's greatest empire incorporates a new style of cotton underwear into doctrine after the most social season visited by Empire merchants with plenty of cotton... is it just Emma who feels obvious?

In Emma's best opinion, her friends don't shake their necks vertically, but they still say that the cotton...

There seemed to be resistance to disobeying the teachings from a young age.

This is brainwashing, isn't it? I can't help but think that.

If the majority of kingdom nobles feel like friends, the price of cotton will be higher and higher, and the value of silk may go down.

"Hmm? House Stewart... is that a pinch?

William murmured while listening seriously to the pants in an atmosphere.

I even have a bad feeling that there was such a background that Joshua, who wanted to stay with Emma for everything, didn't come to school.

How dare Joshua give up seeing Emma... is this a big deal?

Both the Stewarts and the Territorial Palace derive most of their income from silk products.

Though the Rothschild Chamber of Commerce is also doing it broadly, if the sales of silk decline, it will not be a problem.

"Niisama, this could be a big deal."

If the price of silk continues to decline gradually from now on, by the time my brother takes over the territory, that poor life may still be waiting.

William looks worried about Georg, who is going to be the next lord.

Even though it is difficult to rule over the territory where the monsters appear.

"Hmm? What are you talking about?

Georg answers worried about William.

Yes, unfortunately, my brother didn't understand the difficult story.

"Besides, William... will I be able to teach tomorrow's classes in ancient imperial language?

Georg's expression is getting darker and darker.

Ancient imperial language is my brother's worst subject.

I wonder if I can make up for the delay by extending my summer vacation and staying in the Empire.

"... it's okay, oniisama.Oniisama never succeeded in teaching the ancient Empire language. "

All right, Emma strokes Georg's head and comforts him.

"Onee-sama, you're just fixing the wound.

William sighs.

I'm more worried about tomorrow's class than about the future...

No, speaking of which, I recall that whether or not my brother could become a lord was a boycott case in itself.

My brother's inability to speak ancient imperial language is slightly higher than his predecessor's English.

My mother said that ancient imperial languages would definitely be needed after the intermediate level of magic, even if no other classes could be taught.

... that? I'm in trouble in the future. If I suck, it's me, right?

"Niisama, let's review the ancient imperial language when we get home today! My sister and I will teach you!

"What? William, there's something else I'd like to do..."

"No! Please help me! Niisama, you can't graduate like this.

"Er... but..."

"No! Study! Is it okay if oniisama goes to school after forty?

"I don't like that a bit..."

"Isn't that right? I'm studying today!

"Yes...."

Friends forget for a while the frustration of not being able to renew their underwear and look forward to interacting with each other like three brothers.

"After all, it's lively and fun when there are three of you, right?

It's kind of dusty, Caitlin.

"It's kind of dusty, Catherine."

"I'm so glad you're home safe."

Depressing Georg, desperate William, troublesome Emma agrees.

As usual, friends rejoiced at the return of their three brothers in the courtyard landscape of Shia.