37 [35] Parent Heart

"Oh! That kid's really gone to his wife"

Kasha Lord Valerio was blurry with his beloved wife's knee pillow.

Big, at his age, he throws each body of his forged physique onto the sleeping table, stroking his skinny wife's saving knee.

The face of his wife looking down at her husband like that from the top is either chilly. If you look only at the make-up of her face, she was a mother and daughter very similar to the one who had fed her daughter Berta about two times her age.

"What are you talking about? That kid put it out to his wife over two years ago. I just thought you were on your own."

His face as a leader who reaches supreme power in the history of Taisho, building the largest prints of the South, is now without a shadow to see at this moment.

"But Anita, you didn't think I'd give her a whole life as a royal family, did you?

Nothing is more ugly than a middle-aged sloppy figure, but only in a private space, Valerio is determined to keep sweetening his wife until she dies.

His beloved wife, First Lady Kasha, was attached to a story that spoiled such a younger husband but had no benefit. It's the usual sight I'm used to seeing for them and some servants very close by.

The topic is about their first child, Berta, who should have already given it to his wife to stand alone.

"Well, yeah. I was wondering if I'd be back in time anyway, even with all the stuff.... Until I saw which son-in-law."

"Has Your Majesty fulfilled your glasses?

His wife silenced Valerio, pinching her nose, trying to mix the story up with pointless jealousy.

"It's not me. It came true for Berta's glasses. Berta avoided the kind of decision that would bring Louis back to the south. Did that child herself already begin to enclose her values as a man of her fiancée, or did she not move by deciding that she could not scratch that king's eyes?"

Nothing is only there that finds flavor on the throne of this country. Not least Kasha gets a prince with a legitimate first place throne inheritance.

When I detected this disturbing movement of the Conservatives at an early stage, neither did Kasha think it was awkward.

If Berta could seriously decide to flee and kidnap a prince and determine that there was a chance of a win, Valerio also had a mind count to move. In fact, while the consciousness and military power of the national centre were heading north, the Wang capital had created gaps on a scale that would not normally be possible.

Of course it wasn't an opportunity I made for it, so it certainly wasn't well prepared, but I can't put up southern leaders who seem to be scared and miss a thousand opportunities.

As long as I secured Prince Louis' stature, I honestly managed to do the latter behind my back. I should have been able to raise the prince in southern values while buying time by arranging the great fathers surrounding him as a cousin.

Louis, the only prince of the present king. It would be good to see that baby becoming the next monarch at length almost as a default route unless this country falls by then. It is a new era monarch who shares the blood of a decadent direct royal family with the blood of the southern Petra.

On the other hand, however, Valerio believes it is dangerous to put the faith only with the blood muscles of that baby.

Because the environment in which he grows has as many different values rolling around him and he doesn't know which way of thinking the baby picks up and grows.

Berta will certainly nurture affection for her son, but it's a bet to entrust that mother-child relationship with all the end of the South. Rather, the closer their relationship is, the more the prince will grow up witnessing the complex political environment surrounding his biological mother.

It usually reminds me of Berta's daughter's face when she first returned in two years. I was beside that Berta, and her husband's face.

"Berta looked like a rebellious child, refusing to speak from me all over her body."

She clearly looked unfloated. She seemed afraid that her father would say something about her current situation or something like Valerio would get her hands on her son Louis.

"Honestly, when I saw the kid's face when he came back, I was diluting his position"

In the end, during his nearly ten-day stay in the mansion, Berta did not allow his father much more conversation than a public discourse.

I guess it doesn't mean I'm being cherished at my fiancée's, let alone my husband. Would he have been like accepting the treatment, even though he was not happy with the circumstances in which he had been placed?

"Alas. At that point, if Berta didn't take the lead and Louis Secure assumed it was impossible, why did he wait to hear from that kid who returned to the King's Capital?

It was a prospectus that ended up underdeveloped, but if you don't step in, you should have ended it at the earliest stage without even being perceived that there was a prospectus. I don't know that, Valerio.

"... it would still have been possible for that child to cut the king loose in his response to the Queen. If you put it on the scale, you'll know which one of us will ask for as the head of the family."

"You're an idiot. There's no way a father would ever be against a husband."

My wife is tough against Valerio, who is immersed in sentiment as a father who has lost her daughter.

"Assuming His Majesty the King, that was the kind of foolishness that kept his name in history, I think Berta would have made the decision easier too. But I can tell even to the extent that we had dinner together once. It's a monarch taken from the traditional royal family."

I know what my wife wants to say. The Royal Family and the South, which had long been non-negotiable, lacked much information about each other. Until Berta entered the royal family, let alone the fate of the previous king, until he became an individual, he could not know from afar.

Sometimes the original expectations were low in view of the way the historical monarchs were, and the mindset for kings from the south is by no means bad after that fortune.

"Besides, Berta would not be a cute little girl who would cry at her parents' house because she had some things to think about in her fiancée"

She was as tough as she was against her real daughter.

"As far as I'm concerned, it would have been nice if you'd come back with a cut off from the royal family."

"If you think so, you should have raised her like that."

Valerio looks up at his wife's face from the bottom. I had a perfect eye for her with a slightly rounded back.

"That being said, have you ever seen that girl grow up the way we thought she would?

My wife laughed as she shrugged after she closed her eyes and shut up.

"So is that. Our troubled children, no matter how old they are."

A wife dearest to Valerio than anything else. Although it is now time for Cleto, the eldest daughter, Berta, to be the only child who made money with her, was very long.

"Berta was a troubled child with strong eclampsia and disobedience, wanting to get away with it when she was little. I always thought she was an impossible daughter."

Berta herself referred to her half-sister Graciella as a drama, but if Valerio told her, Berta must have been another drama.

"Oh. It looks just like you. I watched you collide because you're so emotionally benign, and I can't help but feel sorry for you if you don't do what you want."

Berta, who was a difficult and selfish daughter, turned around and came to be appreciated by the relying clan's Führer Princess and surroundings when she became recognized for her behavior as an adult clan in her mid-teens.

Though, maybe that kid himself hasn't changed anything since he was a kid. She had held Kasha as an outcast for a long time before her parents taught her.

That is why both the temper to question even the way Valerio, my father, stands as the absolute master, and the defiance that comes up against my father with dignity, have been combined from an early age.

In fact, Berta and Valerio were parents and children who, even recently, became an argument as soon as they looked at each other.

Not many people know that, and those close enough to know know that it's what they call, being close enough to fight, so their clashes seldom become a problem.

Even if I tried Valerio, it wasn't as bad to be as cute as a nasty kid, or to hang out with Berta's defiance anyway, or to have more opponents to give me an opinion from the front without being timid.

"Cleto is a big, good kid a hundred times bigger than Berta, but don't worry about being a little too 'good'. I just want my strength to be a little bit more than just welcoming my parents."

"That's impossible. Things are different now when Berta is small. When Berta was little, you were just a teenager, too, if you'd let me tell you."

There is an eight-year-old difference between my wife and Valerio. Now is the age difference that doesn't mean anything, but at the beginning of the marriage, I was just an adult and a child: a boy still growing up in his mid-teens and a woman over twenty.

"Aside from Berta, who knew your time when you were young and messed up, Cleto, who only knows your father's face as a grand lord of stone, can't defy you."

Valerio, who was a boy, chose no means.

He retreated from his uncle's hindsight, essentially holding the housekeeper in his hands at the age of reaching or not in the middle of his teens, and ignoring all prophecies, welcomed the flowers of the eighth older Gao Ling to the First Lady.

Valerio did not hesitate to do anything at the time to dispel his wife's structure of conflict with Kasha in order to keep her from acknowledging her marriage to her beloved wife.

All the houses that set Kasha up in the place of the Lord as a preferred opportunity to weaken did so in return, and while doing so, the fact that he had built the largest southern prints unprecedented by the clan, and that he had married no more than the Second Lady one after another for the stability of his power, was not inconsistent with his devotion to his wife in Valerio.

"I was just obsessed with getting your love back then. That's how young fruit daughters frighten me."

"If you're gonna say that, you can afford it now, and you're sitting on top of my love"

His wife grudgingly loose cheeks on her knees in hatred, but Valerio deliberately made a serious face by laying her own hands on those hands.

"Say what. I'm always ready to lose everything for you and I'm ready to get everything"

Anita was looking at her husband's face whispering words of love with his actory appearance. He's a beautiful man, even if he pulls out his fallen eye, like he's younger than his real age.

Even now, he continues to love his beloved and not so beautiful as to attract special attention, about a woman whose wrinkles and gray hair have become noticeable. I can already believe that the time has passed when I suspect him or become humbled, and I just go through my days with this man peacefully.

But before that happened, there were a lot of grids between us and the couple.

Her daughter, Berta, will surely overlap a lot of grids from now on.

Beloved or not, I'm sure that kid will be anxious. As a mere mother's reckoning, I feel that that king will soon like Berta, but I don't know how far Berta can trust someone in a different position.

But that's two things parents shouldn't know.

"... I'm a little scared of how far you'll try to intervene for Berta and Cleto at the end of those children's lives"

Among the many children he is, he is particularly biased against two of the outcasts. Of course he cares about the other wives and the children they gave birth to, but I guess the discharge the First Lady gave birth to is still extraordinary.

Anita always gets a little nervous when he doesn't mind mumbling for what he loves.

While this guy can make a normal decision, it's still good. But if no one gets older from now on and can stop him. But even Anita is eight years older than her husband.

"Fortunately, the South and the Royal Family are not in complete conflict structure."

"Right. Perhaps conflict from the front won't be a good way to go."

My husband took his gaze off of her and pointed his gaze out the window he could see from his bedroom. From the windows on the top floor of Kasha's mansion, in a small, high position near the city centre, you will find the city of Meseta.

Again, for Anita, her husband is nothing more than a man in a different position. How far is the view reflected in his gaze at the distance? I just can't even know it.

"The time has passed for the South to penetrate completely uninterrupted. I guess the way the state is going to be in one transition period. The only countries that will survive the next era are those that will survive this period of transformation through the civil unrest that could happen sooner or later. … the king in this day and age, whose striking cloth stone will occupy the end of the nation"

Anita hammered him even though she couldn't understand his view.

"Then do not mix your hands with Prince Louis any more, and help him who will be queen."

"That girl - Berta is the biggest anxiety material for me."

Oh, yeah. They can't trust each other right now because of their homophobia.

"What will be most important to Berta, who has become queen? Will the intensity she has become the detonator that cuts the royal lead, or will it erode the royal family from the inside out?"

Even though Valerio gave his daughter to that position and pushed her up, Berta's personality is more important than when she was merely a Kasha maiden.

"In the end, like my parents raised me, my kids don't grow up. Not to mention how that kid who's left at hand is going to grow up and be excited and scared."

"Either way, we can only lean in and watch over you."

"... right"

Now their daughter stood not only in Kasha, but in a place that might hold the fate of this nation.