Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy chapter 110

Single, 21 years old, lots of power – 5

In life, there are times when things really don’t work out, but on the contrary, there comes a time when things work out so well that you wonder if it’s okay. It is now. I haven’t adjusted to even the smallest happiness yet, but a great happiness that I didn’t dare to think of is coming to me. Is Ennen loving me?

Being invited to Carl’s private mansion was just a small first step in the life that Carl and I were going to live, but I was happy to accept it because I knew that there was only one thing left to do. I’ll be the one next to Carl anyway, but there’s no rush.

But Enen seems to have scolded me for being content with just that much. Otherwise, this cannot happen.

The situation in which Carl’s mother invited him to come to the county of Tylglechen. I’m still bewildered like a dream It’s not even a sword, I didn’t expect to be invited by my mother.

‘The progress is too fast.’

So good.

I walked out of the room Carl guided me to and walked down the hallway. We cannot waste this opportunity in vain.

Is this a positive sign? A positive sign, right? Then, isn’t it right to go and say hello to your mother first? Yes, it is only natural for guests to thank the person who invited them.

She moved to her mother’s room, which she learned from asking the attendant ─

“Please call and say hello as usual. Your mother seems to be worried about you.”

For some reason, I was able to find a knife that was pouring out nagging noises.

It was ambiguous to intervene, so I secretly hid myself, and the conversation between the brothers continued. To be honest, it seems like Carl’s one-sided nagging to call it a conversation.

‘You don’t communicate much.’

I didn’t listen because I wanted to, but since I was on the street, I naturally listened to it. That the two brothers rarely contact their parents.

Somehow, it was a little strange. Ever since I met Carl’s parents in front of the lord’s castle, I felt strange. Carl’s father’s bluntness is famous even in the social world, and Carl has also been mentioned a few times, so I thought so.

But there was something strange about my mother. He’s not blunt, and he’s not cynical either. Since he had no interest in his children, his gaze continued to turn to Carl or Erich Youngsik, and he did not step forward as an active person.

I wondered what it was, but it makes sense if you think it’s simply a lack of communication. I was worried that the mother-child relationship would be bad following the hard father-son relationship. If that’s the case, Carl is so pitiful.

‘It’s just awkward.’

It’s fortunate if it’s simply a lack of communication. Even in the Duke of Varenti, there was a time when they were awkward with each other due to lack of communication.

In fact, an older brother who is acting as a duke for his retired father and a new sister who helps such a brother. I was so busy that I didn’t have enough time to take care of my children.

“Did you ever pay attention to what I was doing?”

So there was a time when the eldest son of the Duke of Varenti was almost crooked. Fortunately, it was resolved when my father had a sincere conversation with the eldest son in a place called the room of truth, and the older brother and step sister started giving proper affection.

So, if Karl also talks to his mother, the awkward atmosphere will be relieved. Even Carl doesn’t seem to have a grudge against his mother.

Because Carl is secretly honest with his feelings. If he really hated his mother, he would have already expressed his dissatisfaction several times.

What should I do? Should I tell Carl to talk to his mother often, or should I say hello to his mother and tell him that Carl is shy?

“The youngest should show a kind side.”

“Stop it because I was wrong…”

And while he was thinking about it, Carl’s nagging was getting worse. Isn’t that what you think of your brother?

I looked at Erich Young-shik, who seemed to be gradually shrinking, and then moved on. Still, he’s a young boy, so let’s help him a little.

“Karl Youngsik, Erich Youngsik.”

“Mar?”

“Princess.”

Erich Youngsik’s expression brightened when I appeared and the nagging stopped. You owe me, Bocchan.

***

In the midst of trying to rehabilitate the wicked disobedient, I heard Marghetta’s voice from behind.

“I came because I heard Carl Youngsik’s voice. What’s going on?”

“Gee, that was loud.”

The only thing I grew up with as the head of the inspection department was my voice. Having been a minister, my voice only got louder.

I laughed awkwardly out of embarrassment and glanced at Erich. The flow has also been cut off, so this time I have to end it with this.

“I was giving advice as an older brother for a while.”

“Did I interrupt you?”

“No. Not at all.”

Erich hurriedly replied to Marghetta who tilted her head. Maybe she’s worried that Marghetta has left and I’m beating her up again.

When I saw Marghetta, another thought came to my mind. The Duke of Varenti is a large family with three generations, so wouldn’t it be more persuasive for Marghetta to talk about family contact and affection than me? If you look at it objectively, I’m independent and I’m an unfilial person who has never been in contact.

To be honest, I can’t call myself a child, so I’m entrusting Erich with the opportunity to be filial, but from the standpoint of others, I’m also a proud child. A situation in which a big unfilial person scolds a small unfilial person for being filial. This discrepancy is quite severe.

“Carl Youngsik?”

Ah, did I stare at you too much?

“Mar. How are you getting along with the Duke?”

“Yes?”

Marghetta’s eyes widened as if it were a sudden statement, and then she let out a small laugh. I’m embarrassed that I also said it too incoherently, but I’m a little curious.

Isn’t there a big age difference between Marghetta and Iron Blood Worker? Even so, I have never heard that Marghetta is awkward with Sangvis, or that Sangvis is indifferent to Marghetta. Rather, it is an intimate relationship.

It’s not like a father and daughter, it’s a grandson level, but it’s close. And the age difference between Erich and her mother is only twenty-two, and this is how it looks.

“Is there any reason you can’t get along? If you stay together, you naturally become close.”

“Is that so?”

“Even if we live apart, we can contact each other every day.”

The words I wanted to hear came out. Yeah, that’s right too Erich didn’t know that.

“Parents will be happy if their children do it.”

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Now it’s not just my opinion, it’s Marghetta’s opinion as well. If Erich had a brain, he wouldn’t neglect contact from now on.

“The eldest will be more happy then.”

This is how it bends.

I felt embarrassed to see Marghetta speaking with a smile. As expected from Marghetta’s point of view, I and Erich both go there.

“Anyway, parents care about the first child. And when the first child moves, the younger siblings also move. Barenti did that.”

“You are indeed right.”

Maybe it’s because he got a chance to counterattack after being beaten unilaterally until now, Erich quietly supported the other while making a choo-im-sae next to her.

She’s back with a deadly dagger. In the meantime, I’m not saying it’s wrong, but it’s more difficult.

“Of course, Varenti did it. Krasius must have Krasius’ method.”

“We don’t have a way, so we live like this.”

“Whoops, is that so?”

Looking at Marghetta, who covered her mouth with her fan and grinned, her head convoluted.

I already know. If I move first before punishing Erich, Erich will follow. If the older brother does not pay attention to her mother, is it different from being her younger brother?

‘If you don’t know that, you have a problem with your intelligence.’

But what about her reluctance to approach her mother? She’s not my real mother and that’s part of it, but the bigger reason is that I’m not my real son. If fakes pretend to be real, it’s too deceptive.

My mother isn’t a very active person, but she’s worried about my marriage and health, and thinks of Erich’s mate, so she’s a person who’s willing to play the role of a mother for now.

It’s not good to cheat on such a person. So, relying on my memories before being possessed, I was living face-to-face like the old days, but I didn’t know how to build a wall up to Erich, so I was belatedly trying to put the two together.

‘It’s ugly.’

What’s the difference between saying “I don’t like it, but you have to”? I thought so in my heart, but when I heard something similar from Marghetta, I felt embarrassed.

“Come to think of it, I was going to visit my mother.”

When I was about to feel a little sorry for the nagging I had poured out on Erich, Marghetta continued her words.

“As an invited guest, I should greet you properly.”

“Is that so? Your mother will be delighted too.”

She is a mother who struggles among the royal family. Greetings from the same imperial aristocrats would be nice to see.

“Would you like to go with Carl Youngsik? Erich Youngsik too.”

She thought about that for a moment, but finally nodded.

“She’s mother was at her patronage. She may still be there.”

She took some advice, but she can’t just wipe her mouth and run away.

When I went to her backing, my mother and the lady-in-waiting were still there. Seeing that the ladies-in-waiting had disappeared, it seemed that only the two of them were trying to get some fresh air.

“Mother.”

The mother, who had been looking at the lady-in-waiting and her flower bed, flinched and turned around. Even the maid-in-waiting was clearly surprised, as if she hadn’t known that the guy who left earlier would come back.

To be honest, I didn’t expect to come back like this. It was awkward to meet again at the place where we just broke up, so I didn’t want to be here.

“Oh, was there a nanny?”

Erich, who was following her, waved her hand at her maid, and her maid’s eyes widened even more.

“A guest said he wanted to say hello, so I brought him here.”

After watching that, she turned her gaze back to her mother. My mother nodded her head in bewilderment, but her gaze turned to Marghetta behind me.

She confirmed that Marghetta lowered her head slightly and her mother greeted her face, and then she opened her mouth again.

“The customer said it was okay for us to stay together, but is your mother okay?”

It took more courage than I thought to do this again after the tea party.

“I don’t know when I’ll be back in the manor, so I want to stay with my mother for as long as possible.”

At that, the lady-in-waiting said that she would prepare refreshments for her, and she hurriedly ran.