12 [12] Mother and child

"I've met Prince Louis. I feel a lot like you when you were born. Yeah, but the babies are all cute, so I guess the cuteness just looks alike."

It had been a long time since my mother had called me to take me to Queen Wang's Palace, and I was bragged by my grandson in a middle-aged mood while we had dinner together.

"We have everything to report about Lady Kasha and Louis. I heard your mother visited Lady Kasha's palace yesterday."

"Oh. Really? So did you even hear about me holding the prince to his knees? The prince doesn't remember how familiar he is, or how clever he was on your knees."

"Come on. That's all the fine reporting."

Some of the newly-added new women officers for Louis had also misled several Harold's breathtaking.

To ensure the safety of the Prince's surroundings and to keep an eye on the inside to prevent spies from coming out of the room.

As things stand, it's like a spy sent over from Harold, but that wasn't what I originally intended.

"You haven't been able to see the Prince's face in months."

I can't read it from the look of an out-of-the-box calm mother who seems to be shaky about how far she grasps the situation.

"Lady Kasha was lying down, so I was reluctant."

That is how the lady who entered Lady Kasha's palace said. Lady Kasha was diagnosed with the cause of her malaise because of her hard work, and now she says everyone around her is nervous.

Lady Kasha's palace focuses on her Petra maidens, and the new women also deepen their unity. The report rose that if I held His Majesty's shoulder in this atmosphere, I would float, and I perceived how much I hated the servants over there.

"Well, then you can stay away from it."

My mother's way of saying it was cold, but Harold spoiled and accepted it because he knew he had no choice but to take such a response.

"If you really want to go with me, it would be nice to officially summon him before you to make sure the Prince grows as a father king. If that's the case, there must be less backlash on Lady Kasha's side."

Looking later, I reflected that it was indeed Harold who made Lady Kasha so exaggerated at that time.

"Lady Kasha recovered a lot, but she still lost so much weight. Poor thing."

"I know. I'm not trying to take Louis away from his biological mother anymore."

He was certainly distracted by the birth of his son and lacked calm.

Harold was adorable Louis.

Harold must strike every hand he can over the next few decades in order to give this throne to his fruitful son, who he thought could not have been born, in a stony manner.

It was also true that he thought it would be better to raise him as the son of the righteous queen as a first hand in stabilizing that position.

Harold's love toward Louis had no part in who his biological mother was or his being a mixed-race child with local Petra people unprecedented in the royal family.

But it was still only shallow that I didn't think that anyone would feel that way.

'I'm sure, you must be adorable. Have pity and pity for the filthy blood that runs through this child.'

Lady Kasha's grieving cry sent Harold back to me to wake from her dreams.

She can't possibly know about it, the real thing that Marguerite the Queen leaked after her last stillbirth.

- I wanted to save you.

If you understand how Harold and Louis look to Marguerite, the righteous queen, you can easily imagine how much your remarks that told her to keep Louis bought ambient objection.

"... Mother"

"What is it?"

"Lady Kasha should be barely dealing with Marguerite. Still, she seems to understand the nature of Marguerite so quickly than I do. Why not?"

My mother looked a little frightened and then told me to forgive Harold.

"Of course, Lady Kasha is a wise man. You're a sensitive young lady accustomed to caring, grown up more than your age, and everything is in a royal palace like an enemy and you're not mistaken for something serious to recognize.... but as for Marguerite, Harold, you're a little too blunt."

My mother's pointing out was painful in my ear.

"Marguerite is a devout Prospero, and on top of that, all the relatives of this royal family are proud of the Blue Blood of the Aristocrats. You'll be aware. Marguerite grew up like she was raised, and her values are no longer the same. Forever."

"Marguerite came to this country when she was nine. You grew up with me. She's been in this country longer than ever."

I can't help but tell you, even if I know it's something I can't help but say.

Harold also believed in the same doctrine as his wife until a few years ago. As the only companion of my life, I thought it was Marguerite I would love. Although converted at the convenience of the political situation, the backbone of the idea is not something that can be changed inside.

"Harold.... You saw reality as the Alliance of Nations and rowed out into a new era. But has Marguerite ever seen the same view as you?

"Mother, it is"

"Cutting him loose is also going to make him easier. That kid can't live up to your reckless expectations."

Harold is dismayed by what his mother is about to say, which is too great.

"Together we worry about this country, who such a companion is to you,"

"Mother!"

Harold stood up to kick the chair. A silver dish that was in front of him falls to the floor and sounds a metal noise that is deafening. Both my mother and the servant at the service are quiet as they hit the water.

Only Harold's rough breath remained.

"Has the bribe from Kasha warmed your nostrils so much?

There's no way Harold didn't know why my mother suddenly started taking sides with Kasha.

I had guessed that there was some gold involved, but it was certainly a troublesome thing for a prince to be a troublesome song in this royal palace, and Harold wasn't going to let his mother stop him from being the prince's back shield.

But if the power is working enough to make this mother say so far, that's exactly what Harold couldn't have missed Kasha's petty worker.

"Harold, sit down."

Mother, please answer the question.

"Sit down."

My mother was calm with no evil at all, prompting Harold to take a seat and looking to bring a new dish for the service.

I can't tell you whether or not. He was silently persuaded that he was not willing to continue the conversation unless he sat down, and Harold reluctantly sat back in his original seat.

"I'm not told you will rub it off when it comes to financial aid from Kasha. Without endowment income from the southern Petra area, which was put on top of tax revenues, you would be thin and thin in the old days, even the national treasury of this country. It was you, the king, who took the donation as a shield and put the Queen's throne in the quality."

"You're right from what to what. In order to maintain its authority over its neighbours, however, it was necessary to maintain a strong military force. I accepted the donation with the thought of cutting myself out for it. Not to fatten my personal belly."

"What do you think an old woman with nothing but mourning is going to be now fattening her personal belly? I spend my money to stay connected to a living home I left forty years ago, or to interact with royal aristocrats in other countries to get information. All the exchanges and information networks I've built without using the treasury's wealth will be for you and your country."

Though there are many holes in what my mother is saying, by the way, I feel right, and Harold ends up saying it all the time.

But this time, my mother gave in. Harold refused to mention Marguerite, the Queen of Arc. This day was nothing more than that.

"First of all, it's not so much aid from Kasha. I actually met her and liked Lady Kasha. She would make a good mother to lead Prince Louis. It would be a big mistake to think that economic power alone could buy Empress Wang's help."

Although the word is not convincing enough to actually come out of the mouth of the acquired man, Queen Wang is a female jewel who, after the death of the former king, sometimes stood at the center of the political scene at one time as Regent of Harold.

Though it has been far from the power of the world, its eyes may not be so quietly cloudy.

"I know perfectly well that your mother liked Lady Kasha."

Not even willing to continue his meal, Harold stands up to leave the Queen Wang Palace with a proper resignation greeting.

"Yes. Lady Kasha offered her flowers on Jane's day of death."

A small voice, like my mother's soliloquy, followed Harold's back as he just walked away.

Jane.

That was her old samurai, the name of her biological mother who died shortly after giving birth to Harold.