[Side Story] Uriel Wayne Dana Luerg─Linnaea borealis
“Ha…… “
August.
The time when summer slowly recedes.
Uriel, who came up from Brutein to Ruerg, felt that summer was passing more keenly than ever before, but her hands stopped moving busily.
And the result of her shabby knitting fell down onto her knees.
Euphemia’s Daughter ── When Carla saw her daughter wearing the clothes she knitted herself and receiving a lot of love from Fersen, she tried it too, but the result was nothing short of miserable.
In fact, there is no need for most noble ladies to learn knitting.
Commoners or, at best, maids.
Or……
‘Only poor nobles like her.’
A hobby that can hardly be called noble.
But even so, she is complaining that she will try to imitate Euphemia.
Yuriel was irritated for no reason because his skill level showed no signs of improving and even the results were like this.
Euphemia was informally happy that her daughter, Carla, had succeeded in turning her body over.
Why does that face linger in my mind so much today?
Although she was not a boy, Euphemia still seemed very happy as the mother of one child.
Honestly, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t envious of their lives.
Furthermore, unlike his own, he was able to mix her body with Fersen as much as he wanted……
‘Ha.’
Yuriel shook her head, laughing inside her.
Being jealous of that ugly woman is itself ridiculous.
She didn’t take care of her body in advance by exercising.
Euphemia’s vagina, which took two hours to give birth to her child, would be as loose as the result of her knitting on her lap.
Her youth will collapse helplessly over time.
When that time comes, she will naturally only be Fersen’s wife in name.
“…… “
Holding her silence for a moment, Uriel gently stroked her own belly as she neared full term.
“Is her mother uglier than she thought…? … She said in front of her father that she was okay with him being the priority. Now that time has passed, her unwillingness to even tolerate that is growing. “I certainly wanted to be your mother, but I think she also wanted to be your father’s girl just as much.”
Yuriel, who honestly confessed her true feelings, smiled bitterly, wondering if it was really okay to treat her prenatal education in this way.
Squeak.
At that time, the visit opened slowly.
As Fersen walked in, saw her, closed the door, and sat down next to her, Uriel secretly hid the results of her unsightly knitting.
But Fersen’s eyes naturally saw the results of clumsy knitting.
‘I feel stupid…’ … ‘
In fact, because she had deliberately reacted slowly so that Fersen could notice her, Yuri El ended up scolding herself inwardly.
Because she seemed to be showing so blatantly that she was jealous of Euphemia.
Isn’t she just saying that she lacks the affection given to her and that she longs for her love?
“It’s okay. “Yuriel.”
But even though Fersen read all that, instead of frowning at her, she smiled faintly and rubbed Uriel’s lower abdomen.
“I’m trying my best, but there’s no way that what I think is best is right for everyone. “It’s more convenient for me to show off in this way rather than complaining about it for no reason.”
“Even though I became your wife and had your child. It doesn’t bother me that I’m still ugly and jealous…… ?”
“If you were always looking out for me and hoping to please me…… “I would have felt comfortable bringing a servant.”
Hearing Fersen’s answer, Uriel stared at him blankly.
Ferzen is becoming much more docile as time goes by.
Rather than saying that my personality has become withdrawn, I would say that I have changed to obediently respond to the feelings of the person I am encountering, rather than suppressing them or ignoring them.
“Then…” … Go, do it together.”
“What do you mean?”
“Knitting…… “
Yuriel answers in a low voice and shows off the shabby results that were clumsily hidden.
“Warming ourselves in front of the brazier, chatting…” … I also make clothes for my child…… Well, I want to do that. With you…… “
If you look closely, you will see that her jealousy comes not from Euphemia, but from a pure lack of affection.
Fersen thought so, and when he saw Uriel’s cute expression, he opened her mouth without hesitation.
“Okay. “It’s not difficult.”
“Uh, huh? Uh…… ?”
Even though she had made her request, Uriel had a shocked expression on her face because she did not know whether Fersen would agree.
No matter how docile Fersen became, it was hard to imagine her knitting.
Jeobbuk.
And leaving Uriel alone, Fersen stands up from her seat, lights a fire in the brazier, and brings her two rocking chairs closer.
“Don’t put pressure on your stomach, but put your weight on it as if you’re leaning on me.”
When Fersen bent down towards her sitting self and tried to support her with her kind consideration, Uriel stretched out her hands and placed her hands on Fersen’s shoulders and slowly stood up.
Immediately after, she sat down in the rocking chair in front of the brazier, and Fersen put a blanket over her lap and went to stand next to her……
Quuk.
Yuriel hugged Fersen tightly.
When we met again at the Academy, her faint scent of tobacco was always permeating the room.
I can’t even feel that anymore, a body odor mixed with the smell of luxurious perfume.
Moreover, it’s probably because my firm breasts are touching each other clearly for the first time in a long time.
Yuriel blushed shyly and rubbed her cheek.
“I wouldn’t have left you alone for a long time…… “
Why are you acting like a child today?
But even as she spoke, Fersen gently brushed down Uriel’s shiny black hair.
When Uriel, who had achieved even a little bit of the love he couldn’t fully satisfy, gently fell away, Fersen went and sat down in the rocking chair next to him.
Then, she follows Yuri El and starts knitting, but it is quite difficult and ends up getting twisted several times along the way.
“Foot.”
Fersen.
Wondering if there was something even her husband couldn’t do, Uriel burst out laughing when she saw Fersen frowning.
“Because I’ve seen it all. She is that woman…… No, she doesn’t ask Euphemia to teach her knitting.”
A clumsy mother and her father make their child’s clothes through a process of getting used to it little by little……
Wondering whether there could be another life as happy as that, Uriel smiled broadly.
After chatting like that for a while, her maid knocked on her door. Fersen thought it was already lunch time, so he allowed her to go inside.
Then the maid bowed low and handed over her letter to Fersen.
“…… “
There was no family seal or name written on it, so Ferzen tore the envelope and opened the letter inside.
And then, as soon as Fersen read her first introduction, the corners of her eyes twitched.
Yuriel, who was watching from the side, felt a little curiosity as he wondered who had dared to offend him.
Since it has been confirmed that Prince Raymond will inherit the next throne, he has created a tax-exempt area in the north as promised and given full authority to Fersen.
As a result, quite a few people from the central world sent letters to Ferzen to try to connect with him.
Are there people among them who are ignorant?
Soon, Fersen boldly tears up the letter and throws it into the furnace.
“…… “Is it because someone sent it?”
“It’s okay if you don’t know. Since it’s lunchtime, let’s finish eating and continue knitting. “Yuriel.”
“Yes.”
It was difficult to assist Fersen politically until he gave birth.
Yuriel was not the kind of person who would struggle even without his help, so he slowly got up from the chair with Fersen’s support.
* * * * *
“Hmm…… “I guess they should have arrived by now.”
The old man of the Alfred family who shows a disgusting smile while hitting the floor with his cane──Corleone Wayne Barretta Alfred.
He got up, guessing that the letter he wrote a few weeks ago would have reached Luerg by now.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. “All preparations have been completed.”
“Then, let’s have breakfast tomorrow and go straight up to Ruerg.”
“…… I don’t know if it will be okay. “Elderly.”
“What do you mean?”
“By the time you give birth, it will be almost September, so you will definitely be pregnant…… Count Ruerg must be quite sensitive. “I’m sure they won’t welcome the old man’s sweetness.”
Corleone chuckled as she listened to the words of the vassal who had been assisting her for a long time.
“I’m sure that kid won’t welcome me.”
“…… “
“But even if it’s unpleasant, what can that kid do?”
“That’s…… “
“What can you do except show that you are uncomfortable and greet me with an annoyed tone?”
No problem.
I wonder if she, her granddaughter’s caretaker, will be kicked out of the door in front of Ruerg, where the cold wave is coming.
“Let’s just leave now. “Just bring dinner to your room, and I’ll go to bed early.”
“Yes. All right. “Elderly.”
She wondered what if she would be born a daughter, but such thoughts did not come out of her mouth, but only lingered in her heart, and the retainer who received her order to congratulate her bowed to her.
Afterwards, Corleone, who was left alone in her room with the sound of her door closing, felt a strange emotion as she watched the sunset outside her window.
She is her granddaughter who was raised with care from an early age solely to receive Brutein’s seed.
And to think that the granddaughter eventually received Brutein’s seed and had her own child, and that soon her child mixed with Alfred’s blood would be born into the world……
Corleone felt a sense of elation that was like taking a drug due to the euphoria coursing through her body.
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‘I should stop by Brutein on the way back.’
If she were to bring her brother’s blood, Jeremiah, the head of the Brutein family, would have no choice but to welcome her.
“Huh.”
That Brutein.
Brutein, who always politely paid no attention to Alfred…… !
The future becomes entangled with them and her family.
Unable to bear just the thought of her, Corleone straightened her back at the feeling of her lower body becoming stiff and picked up the documents on her desk.
「 Elpicia. 」
「 Farnese. 」
「Mayer. 」
「 Hazel. 」
What is written in the document is each family that was related to Brutein’s wife.
That blood may have been greatly diluted over the generations, but it would be the perfect place to produce a bride for her granddaughter’s son, who was adopted by her and will succeed Alfred.
“To the point where I can’t feel the absence of her mother and father…… “I will use this money to give her plenty of love.”
A period of old age in the twilight of life, not long before death, the final destination of life.
For Corleone, the son to be born from Uriel is……
It was the final motivation and driving force of my life.