20 [19] Similarities

"You look like a mother."

Harold was finally able to take a breather in Kasha's mansion where he was put through.

Citizens' intense singing keeps the heat burning in their ears and not leaving. Somewhere there was an exhilaration like after the festival.

The line then moved to Kasha's mansion to receive a response, but the citizens were told that alcohol would behave as it were in the square and in the city, and it would literally be a festival.

Berta told me on the road that these festive days are also served out of the culinary stalls and cheap for what Kasha is funding the city's unions.

"It's often said. My mother wished she looked like my father."

Kasha's masters do not resemble any prior imagination.

No one would think Berta and that man were parents and children if they didn't know.

Aside from the difference in appearance, if you're going to move that man with a leader who grabs the hearts of citizens with glamour, your daughter Berta is a complete quiet figure.

She never tries to stand out from herself. But it is recognized by everyone involved in her and relied upon by the people of this land.

The kind of people around Harold who are responsible for the king's belly are usually capable enough to show their strength.

Even in that sense, Berta was the type of person who had never been around Harold before.

The gratitude of being who moves modestly, but without a shortage.

Nevertheless, how can a princess of the Führer raised by that father have such a finish?

I don't think he was educated, as if he were a step back because he's my daughter. In this country where the Queen has traditionally also stood during the previous dynasty, her way looks more like that of a female exchanger.

Harold is beginning to realize that Berta has deviated a lot from the southern general statue since the beginning.

The Southern Petra are a cheerful people breathing in the dark sun that shines. Given its original land pattern, the grand chorus of enthusiastic citizens should not have been enough to drain their liver.

Harold and his neighbors apparently lost sight of the land pattern, even because the closest Petra had done it and she was a quiet woman.

No, just because it's quiet doesn't mean it's not passionate. Does Harold know that at least she is loving her son Louis enough to use us as a shield?

"... how many, Kasha which"

And the other thing that made Harold feel intensely uncomfortable was Kasha's less youthful masters.

"I thought it was in front of forty. I am the son of my father when he was fifteen, so when you think about it, your father and your majesty are not too old apart."

I feel indescribably subtle. I didn't know you were closer to that father than Berta.

And it occurs to me that the children of the near-generation Kasha Lord have already grown so much, headed by Berta.

While Harold has repeated miscarriages and stillbirths with Marguerite, there must be mountains of healthy children born in this land.

"Does Louis look like me?

Berta had just received Louis from the hand of the nanny who had arrived at this mansion earlier and was just holding him on her own lap.

"I was wondering if the features other than the shape of my lips, the color of my hair, and the part that Louis resembled like that were mine. But if we meet like this, it might be a trait from Kasha."

She looked a little weird when I told her what I could think of.

"Your Majesty has a lot of mouth today."

"Really? Maybe you're tired."

Berta set aside for a moment and pointed Louis' face towards Harold.

"From my point of view, the eye area, etc. is very similar to His Majesty's, but it may be difficult for you to be aware of it in person. Okay, I'll tell you something special. As a matter of fact, Louis has the same shape as His Majesty."

She put up Louis' tender forehead.

Brunette's hairline was in a beautiful mountain shape, but Louis himself is decent.

Harold was convinced, at the same time, to lean his neck.

"How do you know the shape of my forehead?

Berta seems to have hidden her frightened face with her usual smile.

"I have seen His Majesty's sleep."

"Or so it is."