Chapter 137 – Episode 137 This Child Is Maurice’s Child.

“Why not? If the two families, Solarion and Dmitri, join forces, the empire will become so huge that no one can touch it.”
“Join hands with the bastard who brought down the emperor? Nonsense! Rather go to Siegfried! He’s eager to marry his daughter his to you!”
“This is not a story to share here.”
“Are you talking about marrying my daughter?”
“Of course. This is Solarion’s mansion, isn’t it?”

Crunchy!
Strength in the chin.

Emir came in after him and said.
But Duke Solarion didn’t even look at Emir.

“Father.”
“Don’t even call me father! Do you know what you are talking about?”
“I know.”
“I’m the one who dethroned His Majesty the Emperor! Are you trying to become the wife of a traitor?”
“Even the emperor was not a good person. There was a reason for that.”

The words didn’t work.
It’s like your precious daughter has been half-brainwashed by that bastard.
As a father, it was unbearable.

His head his was pounding.

“Do you hate it that much? Enough to get dirt in your eyes?”
“Of course!”
“I can let the dirt go in if you want.”
“What?”
“Peacefully. If it’s a problem that can be solved by putting dirt in the Duke’s eye, isn’t the solution simple?”
“… Are you serious?”

Maurice didn’t answer.
‘An ignorant bastard.’

She clenched her fists.
Maurice was what he would do.
Wasn’t he the madman who dethroned the emperor?
Of course, he didn’t do much after that.

He was already a man who had crossed the line just by dethroning and taking power himself.

“If you want to kill me, kill me. It’s better that way I will protect even the last of Solarion’s pride. You’re only marrying Emir, not Solarion.”

A marriage between aristocrats is a marriage between families.
It was a task to increase the power of the family and increase its influence.
Marriage without it?
It cannot be called a marriage.
No matter how much I say Morris, I will give up.

“What’s wrong with that?”
“What?”
“I will marry Solarion. And you can create power that no one can match. That is to convince the duke.”
“What is it?”
“I am marrying her in order to marry the emir, to be responsible for her. I never thought of marrying Solarion.”
“Book… Lim?”

A thought crossed Solarion’s mind.

“No way…”

He saw his daughter his.
Emir hides his blushing face as if in trouble.
The duke closed his eyes.

“Ah, is that what I think?”
“Yes, I… I have the minister’s child.”

The answer was given by Emir.

“Don’t you know what it means for an unmarried noble lady to have a child?”

There was anger in the Duke’s voice.

“Isn’t that why you didn’t come? To protect her honor her.”
“This is what it means to be responsible.”
“Okay.”

Power went into my clenched fist, but I couldn’t help it.
If the emir had already conceived her child, there would be no reason to stop her marriage to her.
The reason was simple.
The wind that comes to a noble lady who had a child before marriage is not a quiet one.
Unless you have a shield called Solarion.

“Shit.”

I didn’t even want to think about it.

“Ha.”

Power was released
After all, isn’t it a position that cannot be opposed?

“I am angry. Myself, who can’t do anything in this situation.”

He sighed.
She had no reason to refuse.
No, rather, it became a position to actively accept marriage.

“Do whatever you want. Don’t expect my congratulations.”

Emir’s face darkened.
A wedding without a congratulatory message from your father.
Maurice, who quietly listened to her words, said to Emir.

“Emir, I want to talk to the duke alone for a moment, so would you mind leaving?”
“Ah yes. I know.”

It wasn’t until after Emir got up and walked out the door.

“I want Emir to be the star of the wedding. To do that, congratulations from your father are a necessary condition.”
“I can’t. Never.”
“If I were to have an audience with the emperor as a condition of giving a congratulatory speech, would you accept the terms of the deal?”
“What?”

Duke Solarion stood up.

“You’re going to allow His Majesty an audience? What about you?”
“Of course. In the first place, I didn’t raise an army to become emperor.”
“Heh, heh heh. Amazing.”

For once the true duke took his seat again.

“How is it? I want you to play the role of a happy father celebrating his daughter’s marriage.”
“It’s because of you. I can’t celebrate my daughter’s wedding, which is only once.”
“So you’re saying you’re going to help me do that?”
“You don’t lose a word.”
“Because of his personality his.”

In the end, Duke Solarion could only nod his head.

“It’s good that the deal went well.”

The Duke asked Maurice, who got up from his seat.

“What does it mean to let dirt get into your eyes?”
“What? It was a joke.”
“You said that was a joke?”
“Wasn’t that your taste?”

Morris laughed.

***

Returned after successful negotiations.
After parting with Emir and returning to the mansion, Remilia was standing outside the door.
She, dressed up for some reason, was hesitant and nervous.

“What are you doing?”
“Hee!”

At my words, Remilia flapped her long ears and jumped.

“You are dressed differently than usual. Where are you going on a trip?”
“Hey, travel? Of course. You don’t have to be very nervous to come to the imperial capital.”

To say she was nervous, she was wearing a dress she had never worn before.
It was like a girl dressed up to meet her boyfriend her.
She covered her fur to keep out the cold.
Wait fur?

“Can elves wear fur?”
“What if it’s cold?”
“Is it.”

Because he was a meat-eating elf in the first place.

“You seem to have no intention of fighting.”
“Even if you get caught, just hand over my business card.”
“But did you come without hiding her ears while walking around the empire? It’s bold.”

I touched Remilia’s long ear and said.

“This? You’re disguised as a spirit. Although it won’t work for a high level mage like you.”
“Hoo.”

There was no sign of magic.
I wiggled my fingers.

-Chiik!

A translucent green lizard raised its scales.
Then the wind rose.

“Is this a spirit?”
“Right. This is the spirit.”
“Hoo.”

I used mana on my fingers to create wind.

Wheein.
The wind enveloped the spirit.
The familiar energy erased the lizard’s hostility.

“Amazing.”
“I find you more amazing, Maurice. How did you get along so easily?”
“Just. I wondered if he would like the wind.”
“…”
“Anyway, go in. There are many eyes to see.”
“Ah Okay.”

If anyone has ever seen an elf, they’ll be bothered.
But why is he so nervous?

***

“Master, the tea has been served.”

Seria poured her coffee into her cup of her.
She didn’t even pay attention to Remilia.
The only place Seria’s gaze is directed is me.
Seria’s eyes looking at me were fierce.
I knew why.
It must be because of the Emir problem.
There was no way that Seria was unaware that the story of her and her marriage her had come and gone.
I don’t know what to do with the stinging gaze of her.

“Talk to you later.”

There was anger in his voice of hers.
It was revealed through his expression that he was trying to calm his anger her somehow.
Anger, jealousy, deprivation, etc.

It was a long time since I saw you.
I nodded because there was something I had done.

“I get it.”

At my words, Seria bowed her head and left her seat.

“Then I want you two to talk.”

Seria is out.

“Is this your servant?”
“Okay.”
“Wow, what kind of maid has her spirited like that. I thought she was an assassin.”

Remilia stuck out her tongue.
Not an assassin, but a half succubus. What is your reaction when I say that?

“The house is really nice. You lived in a place like this After all, the strongest among humans live in big houses like this.”
“Well, but why, why did you call me?”

Remilia couldn’t even drink her tea properly and she mumbled.
Twist her body her and curl her hair with her fingers.
She couldn’t stay still.
My legs her couldn’t even stay still.

“I have a question.”
“What, what is it?”

Remilia stuttered her words.

I slowly approached Remilia.
She closed her eyes tightly.
I touched Remilia’s ear her.

“I think this is too early.”
“What are you talking about?”
“To?”

Whisk by hand again.

-Chiik!

The translucent lizard twisted once more.

“There is something I want to ask you about the spirits.”
“Affection… Soul?”

Remilia blinked her eyes.

“Among these spirits, is there one strong enough to manage the dimension?”
“To?”
“A spirit strong enough to manage the dimension. Is it possible to become a spirit king?”
“Absolutely impossible.”
“Impossible?”
“A certain elemental king manages the dimension. Even the spirit kings are just servants living in the spirit realm.”
“Okay?”

I asked, recalling the spirit the empress had spoken about.

“Then there is no spirit strong enough to manage the dimension. You mean this?”
“Right.”
“Can you be sure?”
“I am an elf. They are a race that is more familiar with spirits than any other beings in this world.”
“… An elf who punches is also an elf, right?”
“Do you really want to keep doing this?”
“It’s a joke.”
“Your jokes are not jokes.”
“Is it?”

So did Duke Solarion.
Anyway.

“There is no spirit strong enough to manage the dimension. You mean this?”
“Right.”

I nodded my head at Remilia’s sincere answer to her.

“Thank you. I knew everything I wanted to know.”
“That is… Is it over?”

Remilia looked up at me.
Sad eyes.
A little embarrassed expression.

“Oh, you must be tired from coming a long way. Give me a room Stay overnight.”

Remilia’s expression brightened again.