92 [25] Actually, I'm friendly.

Leandro did not have a personality as strong as his flashy appearance.

On the contrary, he was rather delicate.

He was naturally exhausted in the days when he started working outside in the morning as a spare.

Leandro's government financials were originally a rigid organization of old clerics and lawyers.

... Well, Treasury Secretary Owando, his immediate boss, has probably been told a lot more by his superiors (even though he can only think of ministers or His Majesty himself anymore, such as his superiors), and there is still a sense of "favoritism" in accepting Leandro and his family from the south.

The problem is that the field surrounds the outdoors one step further.

The contempt for people from the south makes me angry, but the reason why I can't honestly beat back the aristocrats on Leandro's side is color.

In the first place, Leandro was called to King's Landing because he did not want to form a faction in the south to gaze at other factions.

Both the conservative aristocracy and the emerging factions in the north carry the impossible challenge of spreading the mood of reconciliation.

Thanks to this, there is nothing indispensable about events that require careful attention.

It's too much trouble.

Leandro was unknown and normally shrinking his nerves, even though he was dead and had no mouth or attitude.

"Oh, Leandro, which one?"

That day, Leandro happened to meet the face he saw in front of the financial advisory board at work.

"Perfect. Is the Treasurer in?"

The letter that the man who summoned him to take care of would be from the queen, as can be seen from the colour of the sealed wax.

Leandro smiled at the man and decided to show him to his boss's room.

"Yes, I'm in. This way."

The man, Vladimir Schulde, was known around as the Queen's sidekick and would still be a Belta runner today.

"Hey, which Leandro helped me.The council is always creepy with old books, and the government officials look bad and scared. "

Leandro responded with a bitter smile to the Count's honest feelings.

"Sorry, it's mostly my council that's messing with old books."

To put it further, it was the work of the Leandro faction that was harming the face of the officials and the healthy work environment by forcing them to find out more about the financial situation.

"Look at the old books, what are you doing here?"

Similar questions have been asked by others, but Viscount Schulde's question had no intention of aversion and was purely questionable.

"There's a lot to learn from the old days."

"Oh, which study is Leandro enthusiastic about?"

I actually feel quite relieved when I see the faithless beard face of the Count.

It feels like a refreshing agent for this fucking royal palace.

The Vicomte is only in charge of the queen's side by virtue of Zububububu's adoption of Berta's adorable nurse husband.

When he found out that he was the nanny's husband, Leandro was somehow convinced after a moment of surprise.

You know, a short, big milk nanny named Johanna.

From the moment I saw it, I thought it would be Belta's favorite.

I wonder if this kind of gentle and inclusive elderly man would suit the type of woman who wants to move around a little bit.

The Count looked at Leandro's face and remembered, walking side-by-side in the dark corridor of the advisory council, swinging the subject to the wedding the other day.

"The wedding the other day was so gorgeous and wonderful."

"Oh, thank you."

"Her Royal Highness and your brother were very happy to celebrate the wedding."

"Heh, haha....."

Whatever the private conversation, it's not good to talk about what Belta was hiding out in the city the other day in a corridor where you don't know where and by whom.

That was an act that, if pursued in detail, could not be helped by being blamed as a queen.

Belta occasionally takes action that slightly deviates from her position without thinking first, or even after thinking later.

Leandro remembered the other day at their wedding when Nina burst into tears when she saw Berta's face.

With all due respect, without losing sight of the time right now, the attitude of sparing no effort to the person who admires himself is similar to that of Kasha's father.

Even for Leandro, Nina seemed somehow at ease, so I'm not going to say anything about Berta's response from his side.

I'm not going to say this, but I don't think someone should keep the loose mouth of Viscount Schulde closed.

Next time, I'll stick a nail in that nanny to hold her husband's rope even more firmly.

"How's your honeymoon with the Countess Jimeno?"

"... Nina has been awake waiting for me even on my late return day.I said you should sleep first. "

This was something that Leandro was actually in some trouble with right now.

Nina is anxious to seek Leandro's permission to do anything recently.

... if that's what Leandro wants to do, I still don't know.

The momentum seems to me that we have to do it somehow.

I want you to feel more at ease, and even if you are here, I am uncomfortable with your marriage life while receiving reports, contacts, and consultations that tightly.

You can do whatever you want, whatever you want.

Even if Leandro tried to tell you that, won't he tell you one thing now?

In front of Felipa, he said, "I don't think you care about me!She seems to be angry and crying, but in the meantime she's still wearing a cat in front of Leandro.

"I'm a newlywed, so don't you want to spend a little longer with your wife?"

"It's a mountain, even if it's here."

Leandro's slow return doesn't mean he's walking.

In fact, he's been working a lot lately.

"Your Majesty and Her Royal Highness are quite busy, but they have decided to spend dinner together.Your Majesty's old lady said the other day that she was happy, but the conversation seems to be playing between the two of you. "

I also heard unnecessary information about the sisters and the couple.

I mean, can't anybody just talk too much to Viscount Schulde and Pelapella?

Leandro also has a loose mouth, so I can't tell you about people.