678 Diplomat Fermes ③ - Meeting

Words were conveyed from Fermes to Malstein and Malstein to the lowercases, and new chairs were brought in from the next room.

The four people who were originally seated pack on one side and a new chair is arranged on my right hand side. The four allowed to enter the room, in the order of the parents of Ai-Fa, Gazran-Rutim, Birdu-Fow and Baim, settled their hips in that seat.

"Thank you for allowing me to be present. With all my heart, I would like to express my gratitude."

When Gazran-Rutim told him so in a calm voice, Fermes chewed his mouth off "yes".

"I see that you are the Gazran-Rutim. I see, you have intelligent eyes as if you were a bachelor."

"Bachelor, is it? Is that some kind of identity?

"A bachelor's degree is a human being with an academic career. Both the apprentice who is in a position to beg for teaching in the school building and the apprentice who is in a position to guide it are all in the bachelor's category in the Wang capital… you remind me, of course, of the person classified as the latter"

Gazran-Rutim had returned a soft and heavy smile as usual.

"I'm just a hunter, I can't even read and write letters. It seems inappropriate to call it a bachelor or something like that."

"No. I'm talking about the soul. Even a weak man who can't have a sword, for example, doesn't necessarily have a man with a brave soul when he's a hunter, does he? In that sense, I felt a soul for you as a bachelor."

After stating so, Fermes smiled fluffily.

"Whatever, you're wasting your mouth. This is the kind of temperament that I wanted to talk to as few people as possible, and if I wanted to talk to as many as eight people, it wouldn't be enough time."

"Then we should move the agenda forward soon."

and Aug, the aide, was to speak up for the first time.

He is a magnificent man who seems stubborn, engraved with wrinkles between his brows. The org has looked around the woodland with a harsh eye.

"First of all, let me say from my apologies. The other day, the auditor's tall on caused a hell of a lot of indefiniteness. As someone who takes his name to the last seat of the Baron Berry family, I hereby apologize."

"Were thou a man of the same house as he that tarred on?"

When Dari-Sauti asked quietly, Malstein answered it.

"You're late for your introduction. Lord Aug will be in the Baron Berry's house, and Lord Fermes will be in a position to bring the blood of the Duke of Veheim's house. The House of the Duke of Veheim is one of the five Grand Dukes that will be second only to the royal family."

"Nevertheless, my house is on the sidelines, the last seat in the last seat,"

And, Fermes laughs gracefully.

"Since Lord Dregg and others, who were former auditors, are the third son of the Duke of Bangs family, it is not comparable to your position as such. … well fortunately, the folks at the woods don't seem to have the same personality to change their attitude in the form of a title"

"... I'm wondering if what matters to us is your position as diplomats, not something like the format of the title"

Dari-Sauti seemed to stare at each other as if he wanted to see through the inside of the other.

"So I heard that it was up to the king's capital to question whether or not he who talked on would be guilty... was he to be recognized as a sinner?

"You must be a little different from a sinner. Lord Ruid complained that it could be a treason... but he stayed and was stripped of his status as an auditor."

To the words of Fermes, Aug covers the words "but".

"For the Baron Berry family, it's the same as getting his family name dirty. An auditor who should be in an impartial position to repeat arbitrary provocations to induce the other party to fail, etc… could not possibly be allowed to imitate as inferior. Don't worry, that shameless bastard will never tread the land of Genos again."

"Right. But wasn't the Baron Berry family talking about insisting that Genos be controlled by force?

When Dari-Sautti inquired that way in a calm voice only, Aug nodded, "Right," with the same expression.

"It is true that the lord of my Baron Berry family claims that way. But I am not here on behalf of your Lord, but as an aide to His Majesty the King's deputy, Lord Fermes. Let us swear here to Western God that we will never imitate the intention of the Baron Berry family more heavily than His Majesty the King intended."

"Right. I would appreciate it if you could say that. … and if the position of the Ruids didn't get worse, it's above all"

"Lord Ruid will be restoring his rightful position as an expeditionary soldier and still crossing blades with Mahydra and Zerad's army."

With that stated, Fermes has turned a hazel eye in a strange shade towards me.

"And Lord Dreg... withdrew himself from the position of auditor in order to take responsibility for overlooking Lord Talon's rampage, but now he seems to be showing great courage in your own territory."

"Yes. Are you brave?

That seemed to be clearly a word directed at me personally, so I questioned him roughly, and Fermes smiled charmingly, "Yes."

"The territory of the Duke of Bangs is given the alias the food bank of the army of the King's capital. Vans has lean land and is not suitable for growing any crops... the only exception exists"

"Oh, you mean Poitan. I want to talk to you a little bit."

"That's right. The fact that Poitan, previously only eaten as a constant food preparation for soldiers and travellers, can be processed into ingredients no less than Fuwano, will open an even wider field of Poitan in Vans. This will make it possible for the Duke of Bangs to build even more wealth."

When Fermes put both elbows on the table, he placed his mandible over his lightly combined fingertips.

There are no nobles or humans who do such tricks, but in this case, you look pathetic like your elderly daughter.

"Speaking of which, I was keeping your word from Lord Dreg.... I was told, among other things, that I was deeply grateful to you, Asta of the house of Fa"

"Oh, really? So I hope the people who sell Fuwano don't lose a lot of money for Poitan to be entertained as a new product..."

When I answered that way, Fermes gave a laugh at the dullness.

"Don't worry. It is true that in the other territories of the Wang capital, many villas of Fuwano are made, but very much so that the meals of all the inhabitants could not be done, so a small amount could be bought from elsewhere. If you scrape those deals a little bit, it won't mean that one person loses a lot."

"We're in a position to lose some money, too."

With a smile on Eagle Deep Fried, Malstein snaps his mouth.

"We were handing over Fuwano and Mammalia as a price for the ingredients brought in from the King's Capital, but they told us they wanted Mammalia's share to increase in the future."

"The fruit liquor served in Genos' Mammalia is excellent. I'm looking forward to dinner tonight."

When Malstein and Fermes had a conversation, I felt restless about everything. They're both hard to read inside, so they feel like they're showing off the fox and the fox.

"Well... now it's time to get down to business"

and Fermes woke himself up loosely.

"Of course, apologizing for the untimely end of Lord Tal 'on is also a splendid matter… but more importantly, it's not the way you come, but the way you go. I want to talk about what path we can take in the future."

"Mm-hmm. But as far as Lord Fermes is concerned, you don't seem to have any great anxiety"

Mulstein says so. Already among the nobles, a place for talks would have been created. Aside from the silent, faceless Melfried like a stone statue, both Malstein and Polearth have always been relaxed faces.

"His Majesty the King, who took sincerely the words of the Marquis de Genos, that we should have a diplomat stationed in Genos to keep our relations with the King's capital secret…, has sent us to Genos. The time frame is not yet fixed, but in the future I would like to deepen our bond with the Genos, many of whom we fear will represent His Majesty."

"So, after all, in what number of days will one person be sent, and another person be sent?

To Dari-Sauti's words, Fermes nods yes.

"The term of office of a diplomat is, in principle, set at six months. However, it is customary for phases two to three to be extended. … Before I was sent to Genos, I worked as a diplomat in a territory called Lacas, but my tenure was extended to a year."

"I see. So let's sit back and see what we do for a short period of six months to a year."

"Yes.... but before you do, you have to address some concerns"

The Hazel Eye of Fermes will be pointed at me again.

At last, I bowed my spine once again, but Fermes smiled softly as if he had seen through it.

"You don't have to worry about anything. I just want to recheck what I've heard so far."

"Yes. Ask me what it is"

"Don't hesitate, then… all the contents of previous investigations and interrogations have been summarised in writing. There, it was noted that Asta of Fa's house was a human being who came from outside the continent Ameshorn. It's an island country called Nihon, and Asta of Fa's house didn't even know the name of the continent Ameshorn,... Is that true?

"Yes, it's the truth"

"Really? So how can you whisper the words of the West? I hear that you have spoken the West from the beginning, even the people of Sim and Mahdra, the sons of the same four great gods, as well as humans visiting from the outside world, use different words. Isn't that too, like, an incredible story?

For me, it is a question that has been repeated over and over again.

But I had to say, "I don't know."

"I'm going to be speaking the language of my hometown, but for some reason I was able to have a conversation from the beginning. But the exotic word I know doesn't seem to work here either."

"You know, exotic language?

"Yes, even in my hometown, different words existed depending on the country. The sword is like a sword, the wheel is a tire, the dedication is a menu, etc... here, it doesn't seem to work"

"Hmm," Fermes did his hand to his luxurious mandible.

"I think there was a neighborhood called Tyan in Sim's capital... well, I guess it's irrelevant"

"Yes, and the words make sense, but the letters are different, and I'm learning to read and write the letters in the west right now. I don't understand why this is such a strange situation."

"I see, it's an incredible story"

Fermes smiles with some fun faces.

"Normally, it would mean that you are originally a people of the west and you are lying to hide your identity... then you would lump a little more realistic story. Besides, you're supposed to have died in your original hometown, aren't you?

"Yes, I know repeatedly that I didn't make sense myself...... I didn't want to lie to people who were kind to me like this, so I decided to reveal everything"

"Right. I don't think you're lying to me, either."

Fermes said so lightly.

"I'm sure you're losing your mind. I'm going to tell Wang Capital that."

"But it's -" Ai-Fa called out.

Fermes whispers it in a soft voice.

"What is it? With you, didn't you decide to embrace the existence of Asta in that mood, Fa's parent, Ai-Fa?

"That's when we just met. I don't doubt Asta's words right now."

These kinds of interactions were also made last time with the Dregs.

Fermes smiles quietly, "Really?"

"But for convenience's sake, we're going to have to report it that way. In the Wang capital, the voice is still raised that Asta may be an exotic spy. The voice of being a spy for Sim has been quiet for a long time... but now the voice of being a gelad spinner has begun to rise."

That was the first theory I heard.

Turning to Eye-Fa, who frowns, Fermes continues to speak in a taunting manner.

"You know there was suspicion that Genos was looking for independence, right? Until now, it was whispered that Sims might be the shield behind it, but when it was abruptly debated by Lord Melfried, this time the Grand Duchy of Zerad was brought up. To create a rebel comrade, Zerado is putting independence on Genos. Asta in Fa's house was a spy for it - and so on."

"Wait," Gazran-Rutim said quietly.

"As a visionary, may I confirm one thing?

"Yes, don't hesitate to ask me anything"

"Thank you.... Before, I heard that Asta would also be released from such suspicion if baptized as a Western God, does that mean she wasn't?

"Oh," Fermes narrowed his eyes pleasantly.

"That's what Lord Melfried has spoken to His Majesty the King, isn't it? If Asta were originally a man of this continent, being baptized by Western God as a people of emigration would state an unacceptable falsehood before God. It seems impossible to sacrifice one's own soul for a job as a spy... so Asta hasn't spoken a lie."

That was, as it were, the word Malstein spoke to Dreg.

Melfried listens to Fermes silently, glowing his grey eyes at the time of moonlight.

"That sounds like a real, muscular word. Normally, you can't sacrifice your soul to deceive your work as a spy. If you make such falsehoods during the ritual of transferring God, they will crush your soul after death."

"Really? So..."

"Yeah. Normally, it is. So there's a human being who claims that this isn't normal."

Not even telling everyone to Gazran-Rutim, Fermes overlapped words that way.

"To give you an example… some people expressed the opinion that Asta in Fa's house might be holding his family hostage by Zerad. If you don't do your job as a spy, you'll be executed for your precious family. To that end, you are trying to fulfill your mission as a spy at the expense of your own soul…"

"... I'm really sorry if you don't think that Asta's actions have a back."

As I could not reveal, I = fa crushed low.

"Right," Fermes smiles gracefully.

"However, the theory is also unrealistic. Before we get rid of Asta's qualities, it's impossible to bring up gelados and stuff like that.... where Zerad drew Genos to his comrades, and it would take a month to get to the king's capital, it wouldn't be much help, would it? Even where Genos tried to turn his army around, he might not march properly, being held back by the army of the territory that exists between him and the King's capital. After that, we will be surrounded by Selva's army, and we will follow the path of doom."

That being said, Fermes lifted his hair loosely.

"So, well, I can't fail to mention who Asta is before I've advanced like that, either. If you're not a Sim or a Zerad spy, then you're being strictly asked to figure out who the hell Asta is in Fa's house - and crush it."

"Prophecy?", Ai-Fa narrowed his eyes sharply.

"Does that mean - you cleared up Asta's suspicions?

"It's not clear yet. And that's why I have to report that Asta is losing her mind and making some serious mistakes."

Then an org, who had been silent for a while, turned his harsh gaze to his superior officer.

"But isn't it too premature to just look at each other once and decide that way, Lord Fermes? His Majesty the King was ordered to discern crushed?

"Yeah, sure. We're going to make a good decision. I would like to report to Your Majesty six months to a year away."

After stating it that way, Fermes sprinkles a smile when he's a poor girl again.

"It just doesn't seem like Asta is lying from my eyes. So you're really losing your mind... or you've come to Ameshorn under a paranormal action that we don't understand."

"... Your Majesty will be angry when you bring back such a report."

"Yes, Your Majesty hates the similarities of indulgence and awkwardness. So, well, when Asta decides she's not lying, she'll say she's losing her mind."

Ai-Fa had a face that looked a lot more complicated and watched the interaction between the two. Again, Fermes' insides are difficult to measure, so I guess he's in trouble.

After all, Gazran-Rutim and Dari-Sauti and others were watching Fermes with a lot of interesting faces. In their eyes, I was just wondering how this beautiful nobleman was reflected, even for me.

"... Nevertheless, after Lord Dregg and the others left Genos, it seems that various unforeseen circumstances have arisen"

And, Fermes turns back here again.

"First of all, the people of the sanctuary who inhabited the mountains of Morga straddled the forestside settlements, the next month Cycleus, the former lord of the Count Turan family, returned his soul due to earthquakes, and the other day Siluel, the great sinner who was his brother, became the leader of the bandits to raid Turan and the woodside - it is truly astonishing that so many incidents will continue in just three months or so"

"Besides, you had one case of Zuro-Sung. We also deeply appreciate the warmth of the Inquisitor of the King's Capital."

To Malstein's words, Fermes smiled, "Right." From earlier on, I feel like I've been hearing the word "right" more than once. That's probably how he spoke once he accepted the other person's opinion.

And Fermes keeps talking, even as I think about the lack of benefits.

"In one of those cases, there must be some aspect of the existence of the people by the woods that has been reviewed not least.... Oh, yeah. I wonder if you haven't told the folks by the woods about one of the Zulo-Sung cases yet?

"Oh, you did. As a matter of fact, Lord Fermes and the others have delivered the new words of the Inquisitor."

Turning to Zulo-Sung's story, as Graf-Zaza slightly wandered over, Malstein laughed at you.

"We talked about Zulo-Sung's wounds healing after about a year, but at the Inquisitor's discretion, that period was to be deducted from his sentence.... that is, after finishing a year of therapy, he was supposed to serve the remaining nine years if he were, but that was scaled down to eight years. Ten years from the day he served his sentence, Zulo-Sung will be allowed to return to the woods, as first ordained."

"... well," Graph-Zaza replied only heavily.

But I'm sure in that thick chest, different thoughts will be swirling. The Zwei-Lutim and Mida-Lou must also be heartily pleased. I was only grateful to the Inquisitor.

(Kind of a friendly vibe compared to last time. Do you feel that way because this Fermes is your friendly attitude)

When I thought of it that way, Fermez made more noise.

"And while this may not be a story to bring up on such occasions...... we shall also be speaking with Marquis Genos about the people of the North who work in Turan territory. I have heard that you were in a position to face the people of the North during the construction of paving the way around the woods and to call for improvements in the content of your meals, so let me tell you one last time."

"The people of the North?," Dari-Sautti raises his voice to Urunou.

Fermes nodded yes.

"Shouldn't the people of that north let God of the South transfer God… and that is how Marquis Genos has been proposed. If you abandon Mahydra and become a child of Jagal, you will be free to live."

"Is such a story permissible?

When Dari-Sautti asked back in surprise, Fermes responded with "Yes" all the time.

"The act of transferring God is forgiven to all the people of the four great kingdoms. You once transferred God from Jagal to Selva?

"That's true... as I've told you before, we lacked the awareness that we are the Son of the Four Great Gods. By nature, is it not acceptable to transfer God so easily?

"It is you who will not allow it. If you are a forest dweller, would you abandon the Morga forest and become another mountain or river dweller?"

That's what Fermes said as he narrowed his eyes in incredible shades.

"If the people of the North wish to transfer God with so much readiness, no one can stop it.... Besides, according to what Marquis Genos told me, it seems that many people in the north who work in Turan territory were taken away from Mahdra at an early age. If that is the case, it may also diminish your desire to remain the son of Mahydra than the people of the North, who have normally lived. The longer you live happily ever after, the more deeply grateful you are to God the Father."

Dari-Sauti shifted his gaze from Fermes to Aug.

Fermes is hard to read inside, so I guess he wanted to hear the sincerity from Aug's mouth. Noticed it, Aug opened his mouth with a harsh look.

"The fact that the people of the North transfer God to the Southern God is a story they will not listen to. But if you're a man who moves God from east to west, you've heard a few stories."

"Really? Schmiral, who became a family by the woods, should be in the same position... but there were other people like that."

"Yeah. Not only do those people need to abandon God and their homeland, but they also need to be prepared to take the people of the North, who have been friends, as enemies, and the people of the South, who have been enemies. If we can show so much readiness to the people of the North… we should also be ready to hold out our hands"

Dari-Sauti grabbed his mouth as he felt it, and Gazran-Rutim opened his mouth instead.

"It's a very convincing story. First of all, can we forgive the people of the North, who have long been abused as slaves, for the people of the West - and that's where it matters."

"Yes. So normally, it's impossible for the people of the North to transfer God to the Southern God, etc. For the people of the North, who hate the people of the West, that is an unforgivable deed."

That's what Fermes said, staring at Gazran-Rutim.

"Besides, you can only be allowed to transfer God once in a person's life. You can't even be forgiven by the great four gods, such as transferring God twice. So if the people of the North transfer God to the Southern God, they will not be the son of Mahdra again, nor will they be a threat to the people of the West -"

"So it is permissible for the people of the north of Turan to transfer God to the Southern God?

"Yes, if they want it."

Only gracefully, Fermes overlaps words.

"And we also had a lot of concern about the hundreds of northern people serving as slaves in Genos. In the southernmost part of the country like this, there is no such thing as a habit of using slaves, so I was afraid that one day there would be a difference. … His Majesty the King will also be relieved if we are entrusted with it to the Kingdom of the South"

"If they accept the story, will they still live in Jagal?

"That would be so. Or the people of the North should want that, too. If you are a people of the south, you will also be allowed to stay in Selva as a guest...... The people of the west will be cautioned that this may be a people of the north simply because they have purple eyes on their golden hair. It would be better to live in the land of Jagal than to be annoyed by such speculation and confusion."

"Really?" Gazran-Rutim smiled quietly.

"In that case, Turan will lose hundreds of workers. And in what way would that make up for it?

"It's in the service of Lord Genos to think about it."

In response to Fermes' gaze, Malstein nodded "um".

"In that case, we'll have to recruit the people. And to a people who are not slaves, they must be given the wealth for what they have worked. Finally, the well-financed Count Turan family is just about to have a big problem."

"Still, are we going to let the people of the North go?

"Hmm. Tolsto and Princess Lifreia have agreed to it internally."

I was heartily surprised to see if the conversation was already going that far. This is only the sixth day that the proposal was passed on to Polearths by Dels.

The polearths are smiling as they sneak up on me. The only people by the woods who knew the interaction between Delus and Polearth were the four people who were there and the Donda-Lou, whom Ziza-Lou secretly revealed.

"Now that the consent of the people of the King's capital has been obtained, we must speak to the nobles of Jagal. On top of that, whether the people of the North will accept this deed."

After stating so, Malstein smiled loosely.

"Whether the people of the north be lost from Turan, they shall not command the people of the woods to raise Fuwano, or Mammalia, and so forth. Let me be clear on this occasion."

Speaking of which, there was talk of executing the people of the North and letting the people of the woods live in Turan, etc. "

Donda-Lou looks around at the nobles with a harsh eye.

Aug responded, "Yes," taking that glance resolutely.

"That's also one of Tal-on's depicted disguised schemes. Well, you weren't really planning that, you were just looking to provoke Marquis Genos and the people of the woods."

"Then I just want to ask you one thing.... Doesn't the man of the King's Capital want to bring down the people by the woods from the woods?

"Whatever," Aug replied, without even showing a bare gesture of getting lost.

"With us, we are investigating Genos. Hundreds of hunters will need to do their jobs every day because the gibberish beasts that inhabit Morga Forest have an unusual breeding power. Leaving it alone, Genos could be endangered, of course, even in nearby territories and streets - it's our decision."

"And if this nearby street is ravaged by Giva, Selva will lose one bridge to Sim. Merchants visiting from Sims will also halve. We have to avoid that at all costs."

When Fermes took over the later words, Donda-Lou turned his gaze to Urunge.

"I remember hearing that the king of Selva hated Sims, was that my misremembering?

"What Your Majesty hates is the trick of passing it on to Sims. Until now, astrologers, prayers, etc. were held in the royal palace, but it was also completely eliminated."

Aug was complaining about something with his gaze, but Fermes kept talking regardless.

"But trade with Sims is extremely important to Selva. You can't lose them, like vanilla and ingredients that can only be harvested in shims, vitreous craftsmanship in silver, and textiles and gemstones. … and weakening ties with Sims can also be very dangerous"

"Dangerous?... Are you afraid that Sims, as a friend of Mahydra, will be attacked by Selva?

"Exactly. Sims today take a neutral stance, but the Gerd clan in the north has strong ties to Mahydra. And if the streets leading from the south of Genos to the meadows of Sim are sealed, only the northern streets close to Mahdra connect Selva to Sim - that is, one of the thoughts of the mountain people, it may be possible to disconnect Selva from Sim"

However, according to the story of Schmiral, there must also be a large number of people in the meadows who aspire to Selva from the streets of the north.

But if the people of Mahydra and the mountains care about it, it's not hard to seal off its streets either - I guess that means.

"Are mountain people the enemies of the western kingdom?

When Gazran-Rutim inquired, Fermes smiled and shook his head "no".

"That's never the case. It is unacceptable to be hostile to Selva, because the tribe of Gerd, the people of the mountains, is no different from being under the kings of Sim.... But if Sim's bond with Selva is weakened, it can also be a terrible end. There's even a fear of more wartime than ever, divided into two parts: Sim and Mahdra, Selva and Jagal."

"I see... that also means that Genos was threatened with independence with the help of Sims"

"Yes, Genos, the key to trading with Sims, is a huge presence in Selva."

Even though the story was rolling in more and more noisy directions, Fermes' smile was not consigned.

"So we have to have a definite bond with the Genos. I'm running out of time today, thank you very much."

"Uhm. I'd like to say hello to you this way"

Take the words of Fermes as a sign of closure, or Dari-Sauti answered as such.

Fermes then looks back at you with his eyes containing laughter.

"So one thing I have a suggestion for you...... could you give us a taste of Asta's dish at Fa's house, too?

"Hmm. The previous auditors said they wanted to know Asta's skill first, and they made him cook."

"Yes, but this is pure curiosity, not an arm test, etc. And I hope it helps us deepen our bonds."

With that said, Fermes cringed and laughed.

"There's just one problem… I'm a terrible predator"

"Are you kidding me? Making choices about what you eat, you mean?

"Yes, I can't eat the flesh of a beast."

Fermes had stated that in the face of innocence itself.

Dari-Sauti, not even like him, is getting decent.

"It's also... a terrible choice. Is it something that humans can get healthy raw without eating meat?

"Yes. Instead of eating the meat of the beast, I've eaten fish, shellfish, etc. Since the Wang Du is a day's distance from the West Dragon Sea in Totos, it is easy to say as much about the grace of the sea as you like."

Speaking that way, Fermes has stared at me with his eyes containing laughter.

It's very clear, it seems like it puts everything together - but it's a different colour than Kamua-Josh or Grandma Ziva or Alishna, a kind of look that sneaks in when it comes to people's minds.

"Asta has heard that he once made Lord Polearth disappear in a dish made with fish. If you don't mind, could you give me that pleasure too?

"Yes... if I may have the pardon of the Chiefs"

"Humph," Donda-Lou snorted as he stroked his mandible covered by a hard looking beard.

"I've taken a lot of similar jobs so far, and this is the only time I can say no.... if you can make a deal that you won't imitate what you give your dog without even eating."

"Of course it is. Lord Dregg and Lord Talon have tried to obey the people of Genos by intimidating them, but what I want from you is empathy and understanding."

Fermes smiled like an innocent maiden.

"Well, thank you very much, Asta at Fa's house. We look forward to it."

"Yes. I encourage you to meet your expectations."

Answering like that, I gently turned to Ai-Fa.

My beloved parent, what a complicated face, had turned his mouth into a letter to.