770 – We Had Too Much Going on – 2

A guest came from the empire.

“Meeting His Excellency His, Count Tylglehen. This is Friedrich Delmion, a member of Department 3 of the War Ministry General Staff.”

Also, a customer with the same name as our second son.

“Friedrich.”

“Yes, Your Excellency. I am honored to share the same name as your descendant.”

When I muttered the guest’s name without realizing it, he answered, lowering his head as if he knew that he had the same name as my second son.

I tried not to show it, but I couldn’t hide my joy. Even if they are different in age and appearance, don’t you catch your eye when you meet someone with the same name? Especially if it has the same name as my son.

“It’s a good name. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”

“It’s an honor, ma’am.”

Rize also seemed to have the same feelings as she greeted me with a bright smile.

Yeah, that’s a good name. Friedrich is a great name that the entire family, including Lise and I, put our heads together to come up with. The fact that someone else is already using that name proves that it is a good name. There’s a good reason why other people don’t use names.

“Okay, let’s take a seat first. You must have had a hard time coming from far away.”

“Thank you, Your Excellency.”

Anyway, I offered a seat to the guest, Friedrich Prototype.

Even though he borrowed the power of teleportation, he was the one who flew from the Empire to Balcross. He wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for my request, so it’s right to treat him with special treatment.

“But it arrived faster than expected for the original work. I thought it would take a long time since it involved officials crossing the border.”

“Fortunately, Balcross actively cooperated. Perhaps because it is a cultural powerhouse, it was quite lenient on matters related to writing activities.”

“Indeed. It definitely lives up to its name.”

I nodded at Friedrich’s words.

He wasn’t an individual on vacation like me, so I wondered how a current official had already arrived. When it comes to matters related to culture, Balcross’ borders seem to be lenient.

“Besides, since I crossed the border alone and not in groups, there would have been nothing to be wary of. At times like this, I’m so proud of being able to use magic.”

After saying that, Friedrich let out a small laugh and handed me a rather large bag.

“This is data related to the great war of subjugation and the northern conquest that His Excellency requested. Confidential information that cannot be disclosed has been excluded, but it is by no means a small amount as it includes not only the situation at the front, but also the supply status at the rear and the central meeting process.”＜ Br＞

“I guess so. I’m glad I ended up with just one bag.”

“It’s a magic tool, so it has a larger capacity than you might think.”

“Like that.”

If magical power were used, the actual capacity would be four or five times greater than the apparent capacity. It’s scary that Allen’s last flame will end with just reading the material.

“Also, His Excellency Jeon Seung-gong told me to contact him at any time if I have any questions about something that is not in the materials. He said it was interesting because it was his first experience like this.”

“If he were to write an autobiography, he would have a last name. I wonder if he would be interested in the biography of someone much younger than him.”

“Shouldn’t you write your autobiography yourself? You’re busy with work, so you probably don’t have time.”

“He is like that too.”

It was such a persuasive statement that I burst out laughing.

That’s right. As my first father-in-law, who is virtually retired and unemployed, would know, Jeon Seung-gong, the deputy commander of the imperial army, would have to have two bodies to write an autobiography.

“I need to ask you to write more stories about Your Excellency.”

“I think His Excellency the Duke of Jeonseung will be pleased with His Excellency the Count’s consideration.”

For a moment, I wondered if I should share the profits with Jeon Seung-gong, but I thought it wasn’t really necessary, so I immediately brushed it off from his head. Would someone like a duke want to profit from a child’s nose-covered biography?

Since Honor’s son’s life is being published as a novel, he probably just wants to make his name known. It’s like passionate fans who show up for free when you tell them that a novel they enjoyed is being made into a movie.

“Then I’ll just leave.”

“Hmm? Already?”

“What could be more senseless than interrupting a honeymoon? I have conveyed everything that needed to be conveyed, so I will wish you a pleasant trip.”

Then, as he was about to get up, he got up before Friedrich and pressed his shoulder.

“I came all the way here at the request of this work, but I can’t just let you go. You’ll have a lot of work to do in your home country, so I can’t hold you back for long, but let’s at least have a meal.”

“No, Your Excellency. How could you spend your time—”

“It’s because we don’t feel comfortable letting go of the person who came for us.”

Friedrich’s eyes darted from side to side due to Rize’s supporting fire.

I understand your feelings. To enjoy an overseas business trip, the work that needs to be done upon returning home will be looming before your eyes, and even if you force yourself to stay in Balcross, dealing with the minister and his wife his will be burdensome. So, it will be easier for you to finish your business quickly and go back home.

However, as Rize said, it is heartless to send someone who came for us away without giving them a meal. She It seems like a genuine civil servant who abused a public official for personal matters.

And even if it feels burdensome now, the experience of eating with me will be a great asset to Friedrich Prototype. I am willing to give a gift like this to someone with the same name as my second son.

“…Thank you two for your consideration. If you don’t mind being rude, I’ll be grateful and leave.”

“Well thought out.”

After a short silence, I looked at Friedrich who lowered his head and nodded in satisfaction.

Friedrich prototype belonging to the War Ministry General Staff. Just as I was happy to see this person’s name, I hope good things happen to this person thanks to eating with me.

***

As expected, the love between a spring-like young lady and a blade-like nobleman was exciting and thrilling.

“Actually, when I was young, my older sister got sick. I was monopolizing her love for her, so she couldn’t get treatment in time.”

“Oh my. I must have been heartbroken at such a young age.”

“So, I think I became afraid of love after that day. Rather than loving someone, I grew to feel that I should treat everyone equally.”

While I gave the young lady a sad look, my hand instinctively wrote down her words.

A young lady with a warm and cozy atmosphere that seems like something out of a novel. In that young lady’s past, there was a sad story that could have appeared in a novel.

As a person, it was sad, but as a writer, I almost felt admiration. A girl who was afraid of love and stayed away from it. A young, tall nobleman who opened the heart of such a young lady.

“You too… You lost someone as precious as me.”

Even the nobleman harbored pain similar to that of the young lady.

The hand that was moving quickly was suddenly accompanied by vibration. It’s the first time I’ve seen such perfect material.

“I can’t imagine the pain you two are going through, but I’m glad you were able to meet people who love each other.”

Of course, apart from his pounding heart, he constantly offered comfort with his mouth

The writer’s interests should not overtake human duties. No matter how perfect the material is, you should not be happy if it is someone else’s tragedy. In order to remain both a writer and a human being, we must not forget that.

“I never thought I would have this kind of relationship with my brother. It would take a miracle for me and my brother to be at the academy together, right?”

“That’s right. The two of you are four years apart, so even if Your Excellency had chosen the academy instead of becoming a bureaucrat, you shouldn’t have ever met.”

Actually, this is surprising to me too. If the Count had chosen the academy, he would have graduated before the young lady entered, but if he chose the career of a bureaucrat, he would have been able to see the young lady. The choice she thought would lead to no relationship with the young lady turned out to be an opportunity for the young lady and the count to meet.

I can only say that this is fate. The person you meet is destined to meet you no matter what choice you make.

“Now that I think about it, where is your Excellency? It seems like it’s going to be a bit overwhelming to only hear from your wife for the time being, but isn’t your Excellency the type of person who is going somewhere else and leaving his wife behind?”

While she was constantly moving her hands, she felt a sense of discomfort and opened her mouth.

“Ah. My brother went to Mr. Allen. Mr. Allen said he wanted to write a novel based on our story like Rodesa.”

“That old lady? The one who grumbled that she had to retire now that her brain had hardened?”

“He said he wanted to ignite the final flame with the theme of the continent’s best sword.”

“Aha.”

It made perfect sense, so she nodded without thinking.

That old man, if he had been born in Armain, he would have definitely become a knight. No, if my body had been a little stronger, I would have chosen the path of a knight in Balcross.

Since he was that kind of person, it was natural that his eyes rolled back as soon as he saw the best sword on the continent. Even though he had difficulty moving, he may have squeezed his life out and created his last work.

“Hehe, Your Excellency must be very busy. If you tell me about love and tell your old man about martial arts, you will be distracted.”

“It’s okay. My brother secretly liked it too, didn’t he? I thought the kids could see our story.”

“This is true. If you say that, I have no choice but to work harder.”

At those words, both the girl and I burst out laughing.

The story I wrote becomes an eternal memory of a lover or a couple and is passed down to their children. As a writer, it is both a joy and an honor.

***

When Count Tilglehen arrived with all the materials, he felt like he was flying.

Although it was said that the data was not classified, honestly, as a commoner, even if I die or wake up, I cannot even view the general data. Still, how could I not be happy because I obtained these materials?

“There is a lot of material starting from the Great Subjugation War, so let me briefly talk about the story before the war. Is that okay?”

“Of course! You can say whatever you want!”

In addition, the Count’s childhood is unknown even from the available sources. He said he was willing to tell stories that no one except his family he would know.

At times like this, I felt resentful of my old body his his his his. If he had done something wrong, he would have died from excessive cardiac activity.

“The Crasius family had a custom of strictly teaching their children. My grandfather also taught my father that way, and it was a tradition that even my father, who had a lot of affection for his children, could not bear to go against.”

Seeing the count calmly opening his mouth, I hastily grabbed the pen.

“If I were to say that my childhood was happy thanks to you, it would be difficult to say so, even if it was just an empty word.”

My hands were shaking as I watched the hero talk about his hardships.

“Even if they are nobles, they are still humans after all. It’s even weirder when a child who is supposed to be craving his parents’ love his and his only wields a sword and is happy.”

However, contrary to my excitement, a bitter smile appeared on the count’s lips as he let out a small laugh.

I guess I’ll have to adjust the amount of this content appropriately for the sake of the Count and the Crasius family.

‘A father full of affection for his children.’

Even though the past was sad, it seems like the wounds have been overcome now.

A family has overcome its sorrow and risen again, but I cannot rip that wound open again for my own satisfaction. Anyway, the war is more real than childhood─

“Then I fell from my horse. At that time, I really thought I was going to die.”

‘Ah.’

Something came out that was difficult to ignore.