783 631. My brother-in-law accepts.

"Good morning, Father. Thank you for your patience, Style.

Concon, and Style throws words after the guards ring the door.

After breakfast with Pride, Style, who was always about to head to Vest's as usual, had been summoned by the guards abruptly. It's a call from Albert, the king's mate, not the Vest of Regents he's always attached to.

That, too, is today, the day after the treaty with the Radian Empire.

There was no pride or tiara, and the style was disturbing even where it was just me. I held back my feelings of deviation and hurried to Albert's office with my early feet.

One word from across the room to the call from Stayle. A reply from Albert. With permission to enter, Style opened the door to the guard and stepped inside. I beg your pardon, but if you consciously hold your voice and thank me, raise your face to the end of the room.

"... good morning, Dear Stayle.

Jill Baer was there.

Not surprisingly. It was routine for Gilbert, an aide to Albert, the king's mate, to enter his office. But only this time, Stayle frowned unexpectedly as soon as he confirmed his appearance. to signs of tingling and straining that fills their placement and room completely different from usual.

Albert usually sits at his desk and Jill Bale sits next to him for assistance or in front of his desk. But now Albert and Jilbert were hanging across the table from each other to the couch. Besides, documents are scattered all over the floor in a room that should always be tidy. The space where the books would have fallen to the two floors up to the bookshelf on that side and would have fitted fell into the gap where the other books had been vacated, and overall that row remained tilted. I'm in a busy situation for a celebration right now, but it's still unusual for this mess. Only about when Pride collapsed at Tiara's Birthday was it scattered so far.

And the two of them didn't even try to clean it up, leaving their hips down on the couch. Albert put his arms together with a wrinkle between his eyebrows, and Jilbell had a rare round back. Your horizontal hair drips forward as if it had been dropped earlier, and you look pale. Style's spine was already cold with the feeling that his unpleasant hunch had been centered.

No way...... and one anxiety too much about what Jill Bale looks like. I feel like stuffing right now because I'm in front of Albert, eating and tying my back teeth down, and I can handle it. While I was doing so, Albert also told me that he was "sorry to call you out of the blue," and urged me to hang it on the couch next to him.

Why, not next to Jill Bale, but next to your father? Doubts passed again, but Style followed it very well.

I beg your pardon, but if you carefully lower your back, you will be positioned in front of the diagonal of Jilbert. I was convinced that he had undoubtedly done something to the placement as if to question Jilbel with Albert.

"Stayle. It was no other one who called you today. Jill Baer wants to talk to you.

Albert's voice, who said so in a clear tone, was also slightly mixed with intimidation.

Style immediately guessed that it was against Jilbert, not against himself. Chancellor Gilbert...? And as I listen back, I turn my attention to Jill Bale, who is still pale. I photographed him with those pitch-black eyes that would have definitely sharpened if not before Albert.

"... His Royal Highness the King. Can't we still talk alone with Master Stayle?

"What are you saying over this period? You think I can trust your" talked "good at hiding things?

Indeed. And Style nodded loudly in his heart at the unforgiving words of Albert.

Before, Gilbert had even been lying and lying to his friend, Albert, for years. I think Style, who knows that, knows the boulder very well.

Silently comparing Gilbert and Albert was quite a contrast between the two. Albert's expression, which seemed angry, was rugged, and in proportion, Jilbert was drooling because he looked at it with great exhalation.

Couldn't stand the sigh of Jilbel as if he were going to exhale all the air in his belly, and the style prompts him to detail, "What the hell..." Further, if Albert slapped him with words, "If you don't say it, you'll just say it from me," Jilbert raised his face heavily, "I'm awed..." as he thought.

As the style-like and body-by-body-facing back to the styles, Jilbelle narrowed her long, sliced eyes slightly. He also corrected his posture from the style and started speaking slowly following the order if he returned the words. That tone, slowly unleashed as he lowered, seemed to be trying to calm himself down as well as the style.

"First of all... I think you know that my wife and daughter have been fleeing the country for about two months now with the people at the Mansion.

I still think so.

Stile frowned this time as he returned his words. The stile's palm twitches and moisturizes when its presence is raised, which can also be called Jilbel's only weakness. I had predictions, such as what I wanted to ask myself to be able to travel directly to Maria for a moment. Does Albert call mean he's got a location and coordinates? Or did I tell you that I can travel in person for a moment, no, that can't be limited to Jill Bale. While one prediction after another floated, I just roared in my head telling him to get to the point, and Style only glowed with a pitch-black glance.

"They were lurking in the Kingdom of Jabulan, also an ally of the Kingdom of Friesia. Let me explain first that we were properly and regularly contacted even before and after the recapture battle. The same goes for each other's cheapness."

I was wondering if Style's anger would explode in front of Albert.

Jilbel takes great care and chooses words. In that statement, Stile roared in his head as he consciously shut his mouth firmly but "it's obvious..."

Instead, if that's how you ended up in a situation like this one with congratulations without being there, then this time you're beating up Jilbel before you solve the problem.

Zilbel goes on even further as he senses with his skin that the black signs are already starting to release from the style silently.

"And yesterday, after concluding the treaty of the Radian Empire, I, with the pardon of His Royal Highness the King, contacted my wife......

It's all right now, he asked me to come home.

As he continues to do so, Jill Behr's narrative gradually becomes even heavier. The thin-water eyes, which should have captured the style upright, finally shifted from face to face and leaned over. The same light water colored hair as the eyes drips and hides the face. He opens his mouth once again, unable to show Style what look he's wearing. Lowered, and his voice volume was shriveled beyond hearing without being in front of him now.

"Let me overlap, but until then, really, the problems didn't even bode well in keeping in touch with each other...

Spit out excuses like penance in a whining voice.

Nomoto was good, holding back the desire to just tell him to talk, and Style urged Jill Bale with a voice he now lowered to a stronger "so."

Then, as intolerable as it could be, Jilbel finally circled his back as he leaned down and covered his face with both hands. Its mouth, peering through the gap between its hands, moves slowly. "But," he spat bitterly, and finally exposed the reality that was there yesterday under the daylight in front of Albert and Stayle.

"My wife... is caged...

"............................................................?

My eyes become plates, and Stayle has no more words.

I doubted my ears and my shoulders went up. You can't even listen back, you can't put force in your jaw. I kept dropping my gaze blindly at Jilbel in front of me with my mouth open with Pocan.

I heard Albert exhale next door, but still can't move like his gaze nailed him. If I sat back down and left my body in my back, the separated sofa would still convey a small vibration via the Zun and Style.

"... he discovered it when he hung it on a doctor in the Kingdom of Yabulan. Originally, after Lord Pride's fall, I wasn't feeling well anymore, but......... I didn't think so.

I didn't even anticipate...... and Jilbel's voice spinning to sink is terribly heavy.

Neither Jilbel, nor Maria herself, nor the people of the Mansion believed and suspected that she was coming from something spiritual that cared so much about her pride. It would have been an indication if doctors had been anxious to get away from the kingdom of Friesia and on the other hand not feeling well.

But neither Maria nor the man of the mansion or the knight of the escort had to worry about Gilbert now, at least until his worries cleared up. Maria insisted that she didn't even mention it when she was in regular contact and that she was feeling well without anything.

Even when Jilbel told me it was good to return to the kingdom of Friesia, I was really going to hide it through until I returned home and met him in person. But.

"Ka-sama, you're getting hungry."

Stella, who was hiding her pregnancy from Maria and the others so she wouldn't accidentally say to Jill Bale because she was a child, softened her at the end of the day.

After Maria replied that she was in good health to an inquiry from Jilbert, she said so by applying wow Jilbert's words to appease her along the way. Maria, who normally showed her upper body in video at first didn't change much, but now her stomach was starting to grow to the point Stella even noticed.

It was the footage to Jill Veil that devised the position of the point of view to hide his stomach, and he was deluding himself by photographing his chest, but his daughter, who was right beside him, could not be deluding. And there was no way a smart Jill Bale could hear that word from Stella and come to a conclusion.

Thoughts stopped, and I forced my mouth to move to make sure it was true and false, and I said, "Tummy...? When I asked," I couldn't tell you two sentences.

Gilbert, who also forgot to breathe, told him that fact, "I'm sorry I kept it hidden..." as Maria had observed.

"I've been thinking about Jill Bale since yesterday, but today was especially bad. This is it if you ask.

Jilbel can't say anything to Albert holding the wrinkles between his eyebrows as he says in a sigh mix.

It was only yesterday that I spent the day preparing for my return home that Jilbert was able to focus on sorting out the situation on his head as well. But today Maria and the others are taking a carriage back to the kingdom of Friesia. If you're healthy, there's no way you wouldn't worry as a parent if you thought Maria's already grown stomach was a long journey in a carriage.

It was yesterday that Jilbel misled Albert even after his correspondence, but if he thought about it all in the morning, it would have been difficult for him to concentrate on his work as well. He was largely confused by the fact that he had never noticed Maria's pregnancy before, the fact that it was beautifully concealed through, the fact that she was already four months pregnant and, above all, the mixing of that Maria's anxiety to return by carriage and the joy of having one more family member.

To the point of crashing from the front onto the bookshelf with the paperwork in front of Albert, scattering the paperwork all over the floor and collapsing to the book on the bookshelf.

I ate a long fist bone for hiding things from Albert because of it, and I was unacceptably dragged off to the couch while I picked up scattered papers. If I confess further, Maria's pregnancy is also a friend of Albert's. I was scolded yesterday for keeping such an important thing quiet, and the steep style was summoned. And...

"Congratulations on your wife's pregnancy, Chancellor Gilbert! This is really... very pleasant."

Bullshit.

A black hegemony was unleashed from the style announcing the celebration with a refreshing smile to the horror contrary.

It blew from the front as if it were a gust of wind. Besides, Jilbelle let her body stretch as she leaned down. Now I could be superbly sure that if I raised my face, I would get a blue-minded style smile in my eyes.

Thank you...... and it seemed to Jill Bale to hear another word unleashed entirely at the bottom of his belly, though the words of celebration continued with a strangely bright voice from the style: "I'm so happy with all this really happiness too".

"Were you going to keep quiet about such an important thing?" "Were you going to leave Maria in such a state for nearly two months?" "You know what I mean? If I'm wrong, it's not just gonna happen this time. It was like Jill Behr's head would be hit with twice as much weight as Style's congratulatory words.

Slightly uncovered emotions also rode the words, and Albert meditated his eyes after wrinkling between his eyebrows on the style. Even if I didn't know very much about the belly-black nature of the style, I only found out that his desire to be angry with Jill Bale was with him. As Jilbel is stiffened with his face covered, the signs from the style that he finished celebrating change. "By the way," said Style, who cut the words from here just saying the point of view, laughing nicely. The black hegemony swirled, only a smile and words ready as it swirled like a flame.

"Chancellor Gilbert.... Is there anything I can do?

Even before Albert, I felt angry at Jilbel for following "His Highness carefully again.

"Are you sure?" he said clearly. "Ah, ha, ha, ha." Even if not, Jill Bale is stunned by the hegemony of the rising style. If Pride saw it, he would surely have made the style look like the Gilbert II.

And even more so, Albert refused to stab the nail, saying, "Jill, I'm not gonna tell you from me," to chase him. It was Albert who called Stayle so far, but virtually no case in point. "As royalty," for the Chancellor's sake, I don't even need to take that much into account. But naturally, there was no way Albert and Steele, my friends, could have done it "hard".

He still leans down to grimace, breathing deeply up, and his vigor dies from Jilbel, who slowly exhales. Sink deep like lead on your head and tie it hesitantly hard to mouth. Both hands that were covering his face were turned to hold the back of his head intact.

Stile finally laughed small there at Jilbert's weakened appearance, which he barely saw even before or after the recapture, in a situation where he was viewed as superior. Unlike the pressing situation so far, it is only a smile that Jilbert is completely crushed by his equally large troubles as a father. And with a slightly colder head, Style takes his last sword down to him with a grinning smile.

"I really congratulate you. I'd like to tell my sister and Tiara as soon as possible. The Kingsguard knights will also have Captain Arthur and Deputy Eric at this time, but they will certainly be pleased too.

They give out the names of the great grace Pride and Arthur, and surely Jill Bale is hunted down.

And when Albert hears about it, he stabs the spear, "You can tell Rosa now, too," in the same sense that he won't let you include it this time. If you come up to the name of the Queen, who is also a friend of Maria's, I understand that the results will be the same whether you continue to grip here or give up.

Let your breath be quiet with one breath, and Jill Bale finally looks up. My eyebrows dropped, my eyelids were heavy, and my face, with its pimply mouth end still tied, was so pitiful that it seemed more than it deserved year after year. And in a weak voice, albeit hesitant, Gilbert admitted defeat.

"Dear Stayle...... … I know how much you wish, but can I borrow your special abilities to get my family home right now...

"Happy.

After hearing it through to the end, Style returned the words with a grinning smile.

Satisfaction, and the style of laughing with two letters spread across the face was sunny. Albert also exhaled relieved by the exchange between the two, and Jilbert was depressed with his head deeply bowed. "Thank you…" said Jilbel, who received recognition before lowering his head to ask for it, while conveying his gratitude.

I giggle at Jill Bale, who drips again as she is, shaking her shoulders with the style covered in her mouth by hand. "Don't be so discouraged," said Stayle, once laughed, paying the tears seeping into his eyeballs with his fingertips from the gap in his glasses.

"" Chancellor Gilbert and his family are important to me.

To that word of Style, who said it without inclusions, Gilbert turned his eyes round and raised his face.

If the long cut eyes and the back of the black edge glasses fit, Stayle laughed quietly holding the edge of the glasses. Even though it's because it's in front of Albert, I can't hide my surprise that I've even been put among the people important to Stayle. Straight words from the style of choosing words not to let them have inclusions as usual or dare to be taken only as such were more shocking than Albert's fists.

This request from Gilbert is in itself a completely different situation than it was a year ago during the defensive battle. Not "authority" given by the "royal family" of the "Chancellor".

It's a personal favor from Jill Bale to Style.

"Then I'll pick up Mrs. Butler and the others as soon as I check the coordinates. Father, Chancellor Gilbert after this...?

Redirect the grin from Jilbert to Albert and just move on to getting started.

"You can work double later," Albert said first to an inquiry from Stayle. Originally, when Maria and the others were due back, they were supposed to take a break. It is decided that he is a hundred times more efficient at his job after clearing up his worries with his family than the restless Jill Bale he is now.

Gilbert also understood that it was useless to shy away any further, and drooped his head at them and just accepted. At the time of its discovery, Albert interrupted Maria's departure via correspondents. It's just a matter of picking up the girls at the inn, leaving the carriage to the knights to instantly move the mansion people to the mansion.

Then, and Style said hello to Albert with a smile, the next moment he let Jilbel travel momentarily without even giving him a hello. Jill Vail's vision switched unannounced and landed sitting on our couch, which I should have been used to seeing from the sofa in the office.

Stand up immediately, and if you look around, it's definitely inside Jilbale's mansion. After taking Maria and the others on a trip, he hardly ever returned to the mansion, either, without any hesitation.

"Well, I'm going to pick up Maria and the others now.... Looks like you should get the samurai back first. You should just let Maria clean her room once.

The morning sun pierced the room as we opened the nearby window curtains vigorously.

At the same time the dust danced and the sun lit up and glowed. It was also natural to accumulate dust in rooms that had not been cleaned near the lid moon. In order to ventilate, both windows were fully opened, and the earlier smile stared at Jill Veil as if he were lying.

Gilbert, who had already given up, shrugged back at him with a bitter laugh as it was. You're right, and I think I'll calm down more from that harsh look from the style as I give it back.

"Absolutely.... I thought something had happened to Maria and the others again. This is it. Give me back my worries.

"I'm sorry. Well, I can't go wrong in a way.

Jilbel also responds to a style that wrinkles between the eyebrows with his snort.

If I took my lifted legs in the usual condition, I would have had a sharper eye. I beg your pardon, and if you apologize immediately, Stayle put his arms together and pointed the front at Jill Bale. He didn't hesitate to say anything because there was no Albert, no Maria, no Pride.

"Why didn't you talk to me right away about this? You didn't think of trouble again, did you?

"... I will not deny it. but most importantly, this time it really didn't even matter what my duties were, because it was just a family matter. ……………… and.

Jill Bale, who conceived it, also answers questions from Stayle honestly.

But at the end of the day I tended to hesitate. If I cut the words, the eyes of the style intensified. Oh, my God, I just roar small with a stare.

It also concerns Jilbert's position that he missed his family out of the country. But that and Maria's current physical condition and carriage travel are different stories. Even though I got permission from Albert there, I'm pretty sure I caught my mind asking Style, the first prince. But more to that, too. Above all.

"You seem so happy and proud...

Ha... and as soon as I put it into words, Jilbel covered his face again with both hands.

It becomes red as clear skin looks through the gap between the covered fingers. To that word and Jilbel's appearance, the next instant Style erupted with his mouth held in his palm. My shoulders are as round as Jill Veil's, and I shudder with pulls. The laughter rose to Style's face because of the laughter along the way. The stone's style was also accidentally pounded by the unexpected grief from Jilbel.

Complete victory over the Radiya Empire. Now that the recapture of pride, the signing of an alliance with the Radian Empire and the good things have overlapped, Marian fertility continues. It wasn't the amount of happiness I could hold out at once for Jilbel. If I told Steele and the others here as if they were hitchhikers, I didn't feel like I'd become "happy and proud" that made it look like a consultation rather than a "report."

I was depressed and worried about Maria's health and her inability to be around for the past two months. But I can't help but be happy to have a second child to go with it. Even when I reported to Albert about his wife Maria, I didn't have the feeling sorted out to the extent that I was "too happy to be dying..."

"Phew... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Style finally laughs in his belly at Jill Bale, who drifts to hide his broken face.

Gilbert, who was somewhat prepared to be laughed at, frightened and angry at by Stayle, looks up quietly to that voice. I'm so sorry, and I look at you with an apology in my weak voice. I even thought Jill Bale, who gets smaller with her back rounded with a wretched look on her face with her cheeks dyed, was younger than she was.

Jill, I can't stop laughing at the way Bale starts. Ha ha ha ha...... and then still laughed through until his breath was painful, at the end of the day he wiped his eyes with his fingertips as he breathed heavily and many times. I fixed the position of my glasses and then slapped Jill Vail's shoulder through silence with a funny look only once to pay off.

"You're absolutely right.

I'll be right back. After saying that for the last time, Stayle disappeared from in front of Jill Vail.

On the verge of his disappearing, Jilbel didn't miss the fact that his face was a soft smile like never before. I can't remember a moment's blink in that grin as if directed at Pride, Tiara, or Arthur, as much as I wonder what makes me so happy.

servants of the mansion, and until then when the luggage begins to be moved instantaneously to the mansion one after another.