18 [17] Son-in-law Hall

He disembarked from the ship and switched to the carriage that the local Taisho had prepared and arrived in the first town in the south within that day.

I honestly had a bad feeling about Berta from the moment I got to town.

Taishou of this town, the head of the Trento family, remembered that there was also a pattern of land close to the Great River and that it was badly folded with the Northern nobility. And our sense of air is also directly linked to civic sentiment.

The Lord had picked up a line of inspections all the way out of the castle surrounding the town.

But when Berta got off the carriage she was riding with Louis, the Lord barely walked through Harold's carriage and showed her a bare gesture.

Berta stopped her hand about to take Louis down and approached Harold's carriage early, standing as close as possible alongside Harold. As you can see when our Lord is thanking Harold.

"Welcome aboard. Berta, I've been waiting for you with a long neck."

"I'll take care of you, Uncle Trent. Say hello to my husband."

The Lord smiled at Harold extremely frankly, even assuming that he was not at all evil enough to have let the king through.

"Many fears bathe in the glory of His Majesty the King. It is located in Trento family owner Sheelo. Please feel free to unwind during your stay. We also offer hospitality."

"Is that Berta's uncle?

Harold asks the owner straight away.

"Yes. Although he is not the most direct uncle. If my sister is Kasha's Third Lady and Berta's Third Mother, Berta will call me my uncle more affectionately than she did in childhood."

Harold showed once he was convinced that it would be difficult to understand the values in Wang Du's cultural area.

Two people, alongside Harold, received a lavish hospitality that they wouldn't even put down there that day.

It was early the next morning that the problem arose.

Before leaving, we were supposed to look around lightly at the surrounding mountain villages with the civilians and women in town.

Harold took only a handful of offerings and escort soldiers. In addition to that, the inspection with those arranged by the Lord and the vigilante accustomed to the terrain was close to courtesy, and Berta offered to accompany him for buffering.

Later on, that was a bad idea.

The inspection in a small number was by horses, but Berta had been far from horseback riding since her daughter-in-law.

On the horseback a long time later, the road was an evil road in the mountains, and Berta mistreated the horse with a mundane clap. The horse licked me and accelerated me.

"You shouldn't! Hey, somebody, pull the reins!

The surroundings were hastily out of sight, and Berta asked for help from horseback riding that went hand in hand nearby.

Badly in between, it was Henri, the squire, who was just nearest Berta at that time. He didn't give Berta a glimpse of him asking for help, and he even seemed to run his horse further and try to get away from Berta's side.

"Master Berta!

Eventually, Berta's horse stopped when he was urged to slow down per body by horseback riding that was side-by-side.

I breathed relieved without exposing myself to the disguise of falling horses, but the next moment Berta glared when she noticed the misery of the place.

A little further down the road, Henri, a samurai, was being pulled off his horse by the vigilantes and held in captivity so that he could sew it from his head on the ground.

"You! What dare you to put Berta in danger! I can't forgive you for opening my name."

"This man did not serve as an escort against the Lady Berta, whom His Highness would reveal. Negative, but reckless."

"Isn't this man near His Majesty the King! Why is such an idiot in the middle of something! Or is this a natural attitude for the nobles?

Berta rushed off the horse. I stick one hand out to Harold, who was just behind Berta at that time, and stop him just by gesturing that he would never come down.

When the king himself comes out here, he can't finally pack up.

Berta took a deep breath once and had a drink in the face of the vigilante.

"Stop it!

Berta, who is somehow more feathery of sheltering Henri, who is obviously nonexistent, needed to temper herself to cut through the lumps.

"But, Berta,"

"I'm sorry, I forgot. Sometimes this person can only hear his ears on this side."

"You will be surrounded by such useless escorts. Do you want to capture them, give them to the town and interrogate them?"

"Stop. It would be embarrassing if everyone knew I was about to be shaken off my horse. I don't want it to be too big. Let me handle this later."

"But"

"Please spare my face and miss it. And you guys go a little further and wait."

I didn't delude you at all, but I succeeded in getting rid of the vigilantes without telling you whether or not to say it anyway.

Berta approached Henri, not moving from being pulled down like she was shocked. I don't feel like reaching out and helping.

When she noticed Berta, Henri looked up half-hearted and still had a hard time hearing evil.

"Oh, those guys... don't think you can just do this,"

"Shut up. Henri Otto! You know what you've done now?

Berta thinks he's a child who still can't tell the difference between the other and the other.

Stupid kid who doesn't have his own criteria for judgment, so he imitates the outside morning humans cursing Berta like a bad guy and even thinks that's acceptable in his position.

Belta, who refrained from inspiring ministers and nobles in the outer mornings and silently murmured any curse against herself within the royal palace, thought it would be troublesome to blink at this child only once.

"Whatever attitude you have towards me in the royal palace, I will not say anything just because I think you are incompetent. But do you understand where this is? It's a different political structure than the Royal Palace."

Yeah, really, Henri shouldn't have brought him in. Berta, however, is not in a position to advise Harold to stay close.

"Think and act on what you are coming to inspect for. Has it not come to your attention that His Majesty is striving to avoid doing business with the Petra?... If you don't know that, you can still leave now. before stimulating any more bloody southern people."

Instead of being entertained as the Allies of the Nation, it reminds me of last night's feast, which seemed to be well treated as an accessory to Berta's son-in-law.

It was just not sneaky that Harold's efforts, enduring Trent's rough welcome, would become a bubble of water because of this samurai.

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From Harold's position, he could see a moment when Berta was about to fade away, and his own squire ignored it.

While she fluttered her ankles somewhat from the shock of falling horses, she covered her squire from the Petra, who was loyal to her, and pulled her back and covered Harold.

I heard her say something that showed anger a long time ago.

After all, it was a situation where there was no matter what I thought of the squire who was pissing Berta off.

If one excuse were to be made, Harold did not know that his own servants would adopt such an attitude towards the Queen.

The twin squire is an obedient, loyal servant to Harold, and has never borne out before his husband.

But this is just it.

"Modest, Henri."

Harold sealed in strong words the mouth of a servant who was about to say something back to Berta, who revealed his wrath with good reason.

"Lady Kasha's, Berta's right. I'm just relieving you of your duties. Return to the other side of the Great River until I return from my inspection and stay discreet."

"Heh, Your Majesty... why am I, heh,"

Still, the samurai trying to recruit something was no longer in sight, and Harold touched Berta's shoulder and turned to himself.

"Knowing the disrespect of this man, why do you imitate him to endure without saying anything? I would have dealt with it sooner if I had known, and there was nothing to risk it."

The moment she misplaced herself on the horse looking solid, Harold felt her liver cold.

Berta quickly avoided the distance touched by Harold, and threw him a more modest but cooler gaze than he was pointing at the samurai.

"I do not have the discretion to speak out to the personnel around His Majesty. Does Your Majesty listen to that when you are in the royal palace for offering to fire me because I don't like the attitude of the squire?

I have never received such a advance from Berta, but I can easily imagine that Harold would have a mouthful coming in from around him and the story twisting before he could even make sure it was true or false.

Berta is still poking me where it hurts, but given the length ahead of this itinerary, I can't just be pushed to the bottom of the argument here.

Harold, distressed, had no choice but to do Berta a favor while turning a blind eye to the hindsight that did not justify her at all.

"... at least trust me when I honestly hear what I said during this inspection."

Berta didn't change her expression in particular, but instead she nodded at me.

"Okay. I also have no standing when His Majesty can be more evil with the Southern Petra than Louis is. Be faithful to your advice and trust me."