Juegocap13

 

13th episode

 

 

 

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The atmosphere of the conference hall was rigid.

 

The cause was clear.

 

Duke of Paeraton.

 

He climbed in almost a few days and was full of daunting atmosphere.

 

‘Oh, it was, but it’s even worse today?’

 

'Why are you so scared when you have been in the past...'

 

The noblemen sweated and glanced at him.

 

“I’m not narrowing down any differences, and I’ll review the chapters of each division and discuss them later.”

 

Count Croppel, who was in the process of the meeting, cleared his throat and arranged the situation.

 

“Heh, yes, yes, we haven’t had a few hours off and we’re in a meeting. Let’s take a breath. We’ll have to see another agenda.”

 

The other nobles seemed to have waited, and the atmosphere was turned on.

 

“Oh, my God, it’s time to do this, and I’ve decided to buy her Ecclerean, but it’s a big deal.”

 

“Well, you’re worried about everything. Can’t you have Footman do that?”

 

“He doesn’t know anything, does he think it’s the same thing that Footman buys and Abi buys himself?”

 

“You’re right, I’m glad I’m going to buy my own food, and I’m not going to buy it for you.”

 

“I know that, and I’ll be back empty-handed when I go home, fidgeting around and looking at my hands.”

 

“Yes! My granddaughter gives me a kiss, thank you for buying Ecclerere! How cute!”

 

Huh! Huh!

 

The aristocrats, who had been entertainingly talking, flinched.

 

I felt a sharp look that I could not do to ignore, even if I tried to turn away.

 

They stopped laughing awkwardly and glanced sideways.

 

Hiik!

 

The cool face of the Duke of Paeraton was staring at them as if they were killing them.

 

Shah Shah, the sharp nobles turned their heads so quickly that they could hear.

 

‘Well, then I hated the little chatter of Lord Paeraton!’

 

I could see the way I had frozen the conference hall last time, saying, "I do not think you gathered here to chat freely."

 

'I've been out for a long time and forgot the workaholic pace!'

 

“Pick, let’s get this meeting going.”

 

I tried to fix the situation in a hurry, but it was too late.

 

“Terrjo, here we go.”

 

The deep low voice of his voice made Tercho’s own shudder.

 

Tercho’s own head turned to look at the Duke of Paeraton, forcing his unturned head to turn.

 

“Where is it?”

 

“SI…?”

 

'Where is it, where is my place?...?'

 

I couldn't even buy her Ecclere,

 

When he foreshadowed death and swallowed, the lips of the Duke of Paeraton opened again.

 

“The dessert shop.”

 

“To her—what?”

 

Tercho’s own eyes opened at the unexpected words.

 

 

'You're burying the Ecclere store?'

 

That's not possible.

 

Terjo was not a great aristocrat or an old-fashioned politician.

 

But he had a place to attend the star conference as a senior central bureaucrat.

 

In other words, it meant that he was very familiar with the way of speaking between nobles.

 

The Duke of Paeraton is not burying a dessert shop.

 

It is difficult to buy a snack to stand in a place to discuss the State Affairs, but it is giving a cotton that it has fallen to joy.

 

'No, it's not a level of face-to-face, I'm not supposed to be outside dessert streets... Yes, this is a threat to the Duke!'

 

I was sure.

 

That Duke of Paeraton would never really wonder about the dessert shop.

 

‘Duke Paeraton, a terrible man ...’

 

The other nobles had the same idea, and their pupils looked at the Duke of Pae Raton empty.

 

But there is one person who does not know the atmosphere when many people gather.

 

“Huh-huh!

Is the Duke of Paeraton interested in the Do dessert?

You don’t look like that at all!”

 

Everyone was staring at the Marquis of Suebu, who was cold at the words.

 

‘Get your eye on it!’

 

'Did you think before you said it?'

 

Sure enough, the Duke of Paeraton looked at the Marquis of Schueve with a sharp flash of eyes.

 

“Khum, we’ll start the meeting again. The next issue is about the official document from the temple.”

 

The Count of Croppel, who decided to kill him, hurried to the meeting.

 

Then, as he approached the Duke of Paeraton, he whispered in his ear.

 

At one point the Duke of Paeraton’s eyes changed.

 

I was embarrassed by the Duke's appearance as he stood up and left the conference room without looking back.

 

“Duke Paeraton! Where are you going? There’s still a long discussion to be made...”

 

“There’s an emergency.”

 

“But you haven’t been here in a long time! Today we have to finish--”

 

“When did you have to attend the screening session?”

 

The Duke of Paeraton shot at the men who dissuaded him.

 

Those who encountered the red eyes hesitated and closed their mouths.

 

It was not until the Duke of Paeraton left the conference hall that the nobles opened their mouths.

 

“What the hell is going on—”

 

“Didn’t you just leave the other day?”

 

“It’s not unusual, I suppose, that there is a man who knows only the Duke of Paeraton—he’s not a man to move on.”

 

“Yes, I’ll check the international situation and check on me if anything happens to each estate.”

 

The chief assistant, Erkel, who was one step behind the Duke of Paeraton, sighed when he heard the nobility's humming rim.

 

‘It’s not all right, so relax.’

 

He looked at the back of the Lord’s stride.

 

‘The last time I left suddenly was because I had just heard that my lady was cleaning the window.’

 

At that time, Erkel had never imagined that the Duke of Paeraton would run out of the conference.

 

I just told the maids who did not know what to do, but I did not care.

 

‘What you haven’t been out for a while is that your youngest girl is supposed to be stuck in the house.’

 

It seemed to be at home all the time, but the Duke of Paeraton, who was a great contributor to the discussion about the rice field, could not be missed.

 

I put off and postpone. I attended today.

 

'Today, I am told by my youngest girl that the Marquis Marquis of Tarenka has come.'

 

No matter how much you answer, the nobles in there will not be able to hear it.

 

“The Marquis of Tarenka must be mad too.”

 

“I’m sorry,” murmured the Duke of Paeraton.

 

“You think I’d do nothing if I sent her.”

 

It was a fierce voice, like a beast’s throat.

 

He looked at the side of it and swallowed a small gulp.

 

‘The Marquis of Tarenka is his brother-in-law and he doesn’t know the Duke so much.’

 

If you think you're a child, you're wrong.

 

‘Well, I didn’t know, so I’d have done it.’

 

How dare you use the Duke's name to cheat.

 

It was the perfect way to kill yourself.

 

But somehow ...’

 

Erkel Jajak sideways the face of the Duke of Paeraton.

 

‘I suppose you were more angry at the cold of your youngest girl than that.’

 

The Paeraton duke is different from the average human.

 

You should not think that you will be angry because you have left your child, cold, and worked.

 

I can be angry that I ignored the direct line of Paeraton, but I am not angry that I made my child difficult.

 

'You don't even have the concept of abuse.'

 

For the paeraton blood relatives, no emotional exchange is necessary.

 

It was not for the spirit of the people, although it was more than a certain amount of learning to mix in human society.

 

'And the three masters above the youngest lady.'

 

He thought of the fact that he was too much to say that he was rich, and Erkel said it casually.

 

“It’s good to see.”

 

It was only after he felt the Duke of Paeraton's gaze toward me that he did.

 

But I wonder if I have seen too much of the color of the lord who seemed to be a monster without any emotion.

 

My mouth opened itself.

 

“Well, I mean, you’re cherishing and loving Mr. Gah—”

 

“It’s the blood of the paeratons, and it’s natural to protect and protect them until they reach adulthood.”

 

He seemed to have accepted it as a sign of keeping his heirloom better than caring for his daughter.

 

“No, no, no, no, no.

 

Hercule Jajak, who had opened his mouth in a hurry, closed his mouth again.

 

'In front of you, the president looks like a normal father....'

 

Do you think the Duke understands this?

 

You know what a normal dad is?

 

I am his father, and I think it is natural to look like a father.

 

“Ma'am, isn’t your youngest girl cute and lovely?”

 

The Duke of Paeraton stopped. His red eyes were straight toward Erkel’s self-awareness.

 

Unlike the eyes that contain a clear color, his gaze was not warm or cold.

 

The warmth of the emotions is so insensitive that you can not find it at all.

 

‘Oh.’

 

Erkel Jajak realized.

 

‘You don’t know.’

 

It is cute, lovely, or not knowing the sense itself.

 

Somehow, Erkel's own son was saddened by this strong and great man.

 

And the youngest girl, who is distinctly different from the other pedigrees of the Duke.

 

“You’re talking trivial.”

 

“I was sorry.”

 

The Duke of Paeraton, who was looking at his head, Erkel, walked away.

 

“Well, it’s not too much for you to ask, because there’s not one or two things wrong with the youngest.”

 

“What is it?”

 

Hercule Jajak asked with caution.

 

'If the President decides that the lady may not be of Pa Eraton's blood ...'

 

What will happen to that little girl.

 

“I fall so well, I cry.”

 

“That’s a shame without Maggie.”

 

I knew that this answer was not the defense of the youngest girl.

 

The direct system of the paeraton without the Maggi has never existed.

 

“Not just that. You wanted to see me, or you kissed my cheek, but you fell asleep on my knees last time.”

 

example

 

The story was going in the direction of thinking something and the swordsman.

 

Hercule Jajak, who was so serious by himself, looked up at the Duke of Paeraton with a slightly dazed face.

 

'Somehow the president's face is in high spirits today.'

 

It was the same expressionless, but somehow arrogant.

 

“I’m the weirdest thing. When I see my youngest child ... I have an abnormal reaction to my body.”

 

example

 

“I was mistaken at first, but the observations are clear, and other times it’s fine, only when the youngest is next to him.”

 

I thought I’d forgotten what had just happened, not to be serious, but Erkel Jajak was forced to become serious.

 

It was a situation of colostrum that an abnormality occurred in the body of the duke.

 

‘You’re not the marquis Tarenka’s bust.’

 

It was said that there is a curse like a curse using blood of blood in black magic.

 

“What kind of physical prize is it specifically?”

 

“My heart—”

 

“Your heart?”

 

“I’m epileptic, like a bug.”

 

“....”

 

And I was serious.

 

No, more bugs than that.

 

What do you mean to her? That's a lovely girl.

 

“Yes, well, your heart beats fast and your heart is tight?”

 

“Yes, I think my heart is tight, and I want to eat something .

 

Although it was a little like that, Erkel looked at the Duke of Paeraton with a little expectation.

 

I want to feed someone something.

 

What this means is obvious.

 

However, the Duke's words betrayed his expectations thoroughly.

 

“I guess I’m just frustrated to eat that.”

 

Erkel Jajak looked at his lord with his cloudy eyes.

 

Oh, my lord.

 

“I feel like I want to do something else besides eating, and my hands are moving around so I can do it.”

 

Proud and proud of the Empire.

 

“I want to bite you, and I want to break down the wall.”

 

Great and noble living former theory.

 

“I’m just getting this straight. I’m physically and mentally ill.”

 

Oh.

 

'What is a living legend, a living vulgarity like that.'

 

Our Duke is still far away.

 

 

'But this is a big step ahead.'

 

I am a person who says that he is cute and lovely because he has been through the car for the first time.

 

'I wonder if you will know the name of the symptoms someday.'

 

Erkel’s own smile was a smile. They had arrived at the carriage.

 

It was just as Erkel Jajak was about to climb behind the carriage.

 

“Oh.”

 

The Duke of Paeraton stopped him.

 

“You get the Dee Jet shop the nobles said you were.”

 

“Yes? I think it’s all sold out if I know it now, if I’ve had a conversation before—”

 

The Duke of Paeraton had no answer. He only stared at it.

 

My own flinched at the daunting poetry line.

 

'I just forgot who the President is because of the conversation.'

 

What is the Duke of Paeraton?

 

'I don't know because I have a tendency to treat you these days.'

 

“I’m sorry, I’ll get it right away. Should I get the Ecclair if I have any left?”

 

“Yes, she likes sweets.”

 

“I see—”

 

“No, no, don’t buy it.”

 

example

?”

 

“I’ll buy it later.”

 

“Go, you’re the one?”

 

The Duke of Paeraton goes to the dessert shop and buys Ecclerere?

 

It was a terrible sound to say it was a joke.

 

Then something brushed her mind.

 

“I’m so glad to buy something to eat.”

 

“When I get home, I’ll fiddle and look at my hands.”

 

“My granddaughter would give me a kiss, thank you for buying me Ecclerere!”

 

For that?!

 

“I know the other famous Dee Jet stores.”

 

example

...”

 

“You must turn on the pudding shop when you include it.”

 

example

...”

 

“Oh, and a toy store that a child would like.”

 

“I’ll let you know what else I can think of, I’ll have to go quickly.”

 

You're saying this isn't the end?!

 

However, the Duke of Paeraton was thoroughly involved in the work of Erkel.

 

example

...”

 

Tak, the door closed and the carriage left without looking back.

 

A tear flowed from the eyes of Erkel's own left alone.

 

****

 

“You’re talking about the subject of stealing my daughter’s clothes.”

 

The voice of the Duke of Paeraton echoed in the turbulent room, and everyone stopped moving.

 

He was given a glance at it, but he was relaxed as if he were familiar.

 

Why is the Duke already home?'

 

Didn't you say you'd be late at night to go to the Imperial Palace and deal with the backlog?

 

The Princess Paeraton looked at him with a trembling eye.

 

But there was a presence approaching the Duke of Paeraton before her daughter.

 

“I’m here!”

 

Clatier ran to Dodo with a pretty face and a smile.

 

No one seemed to refuse a wide open arm as if to hug it.

 

But...

 

“Why are you holding that rag?”

 

The Duke of Paeraton passed you as if Clatier did not even care.

 

Clatier’s eyes widened with shock.

 

'And ignore me.'

 

It is impossible to do it, but it can be done because it is the Duke of Paeraton, not the other Nuno.

 

 but

 

‘- Hold him up . . . . . . .’

 

Not far enough than I am.

 

The illegitimate child, not the daughter of the Duke of Paeraton.

 

It was never possible.