96 – Luden(3)

When I talked about it earlier, I made a fuss about not knowing anything about my mother-in-law, but that was only from the point of view of a reader who had read the book.

Basically, the title of Krause’s minor householder was a position I had to keep in mind for the high-ranking nobles of the empire, and the information about her as the mistress of Edelweiss was also one of the things I needed to know.

Above all, even though I was thinking of breaking up the marriage at the time, he was an adult of the other family, so the information flowed to me without me having to look for it.

It is true that I neglected that information compared to other things, thinking that he was a person I would never meet anyway, but that didn’t mean I just glanced at it. For example, she must have kept in her head the history of that person, such as that she was a former professor at the Golden Tower, and the hobbies and likes known to the social world.

However, perhaps because of my nervousness, what I thought I was fully aware of now only vaguely feels like looking into a foggy mirror window.

Well, even if I thought of this, I didn’t think my trembling heart would calm down, so I shook my head slightly to erase it from my mind. But even so, my head was still not emptied, and another thought occupied the place I thought it had emptied.

Why do I have to remember the memories from before I first met Elena? Looking back, I don’t think I was as nervous as I was then. Even if your feet are shaking a little.

I closed my eyes for a moment as the stream of consciousness brought up vaguely related memories.

As I had initially thought, I tried to clear my mind and relax, but it was not that easy.

Apparently, I’m overly conscious of her, so it seems my brain automatically pulls out things that might help. However, if it was normal, it would have been working properly, but now it is very medium heating to see if something is broken.

As if typing text into a cheap search engine, all sorts of miscellaneous thoughts were emerging as results.

It’s better not to include anything, since I was nervous for no reason and only useless information was pulled out of my head in an awkward way. The list of information circulating in my head without being organized made me want to make my head congested, but it is not helping me at all.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t calm down, so I leaned my head against the spear with a feeling of half-desperation.

The sight of Elena and Hailey laughing excitedly next to me brought some comfort, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm in my head.

Embracing the confusion like that, I looked through the window at the mansion that was now right in front of me. As if it was well maintained, the exterior was a very nice mansion, but strangely, it felt like a demonic castle to me.

As the carriage stood in front of the door, a strange gaze, not belonging to a human, swept past the carriage, and the door of the mansion opened on its own without anyone’s help.

Is this the fantasy-type automatic door that I’ve only heard about?

Apparently, both mother-in-law and Elena’s brother are well-versed in alchemy, so it seems that several of these devices are installed in the villa. Starting from crossing the wall, things that were not caught at all before start to get caught only after they come inside.

‘This is not a house, but a fortress..?’

Upon entering the mansion, I realized that this seemingly ordinary mansion was protected by some invisible system.

If you didn’t try to concentrate because you were nervous, you could feel the waves of magical power cleverly hidden all over the place. As someone unfamiliar with magic, I couldn’t exactly figure out the purpose of the things that emitted these magical waves, but at least I had a rough idea of what they were for, based on the nature and size of the magical waves that I could feel.

Hagiya, the place where two wizards who are close to the archmage live can’t be ordinary. The white castle of the Edelweiss family was only overshadowed by the majesty of the Mage Tower, but it was treated with all sorts of magic.

However, it would have been nice if I, in an overly tense state like now, would have stopped thinking there, wouldn’t that security system be directed at me? I kept thinking until. To be honest, I knew very well that it was a nonsensical idea, but why the hell did I do that? I just suddenly felt that way.

By the time I defeated the last security system in the mansion, I was able to return to reality.

It was not voluntary. I didn’t even know where I was walking. The only reason I came to my senses was because Elena held my hand.

‘Are you nervous?’

Elena spoke to me with her mouth moving without uttering a voice so that Hailey, who was walking ahead, could not be heard. At her question, I nodded without saying anything.

Elena did not continue the conversation there.

Instead, he began to tickle my hand, which he was holding, as if to relieve tension. I, too, responded to her prank by clashing my fingers. Is it because of my mood? Her body temperature that touches my fingertips today feels exceptionally hotter.

When our eyes met again, she answered the question with a gentle smile. I also responded by moving my mouth silently, just like she did.

‘I’m fine now.’

Did you like this answer? As soon as she heard the answer, Elena made a more intense finger attack than before.

It was still impossible to clear my head, but unlike before, it seemed possible to fill my head with one thought.

***

Is there a way to see the relationship between parents and children at a glance?

If we were to say this in modern times, we would immediately come up with something like genetic testing, but that wasn’t what I was trying to say. It is about the element that allows you to notice what kind of relationship the two have when you see both children and parents at the same time.

For example, my father’s acquaintances know that I am Arthur Krause’s son as soon as they see me. It’s partly because only the Krause family has black hair in the world, but it’s also because my father’s face and I look alike to the extent that I can immediately think of that.

In the case of Franz, whom I met last time, I said that the atmosphere and personality were similar. Honestly, even if I admit the atmosphere, I can’t sympathize with the character, but anyway, there are one or two elements that make you feel that this person is someone’s son or daughter.

It is not accurate because it is the result of subjective judgment, but in the case of novels and comics, these elements are almost always correct to help readers relate the relationship between characters.

It was just like that now.

“This is Adelia Edelweiss. Nice to meet you. Krauss…No, Prince Damian. This is the first time we’ve met face-to-face like this, right?”

When I first opened the door to the drawing room and entered, I immediately recognized the woman sitting in the chair as Elena’s mother.

Should I say that the atmosphere is similar rather than the appearance? As soon as he saw Adelia, Elena’s face immediately came to mind.

Looking at me with sparkling eyes is very similar to Elena looking up at me when something pleasant is happening.

He keeps overlapping with Elena, and it seems that the tension is suddenly released because of that. Come to think of it, why didn’t I think that Adelia would resemble Elena? If I had thought that far, I would have been less tired.

“Ah, hello, ma’am. I received your letter. Thank you very much for allowing me to stay here until I enter the academy.”

Because of the release of the tension, the strength that was tightly held in the body is released. I hurriedly opened my mouth to clear my mind.

It’s a little different, but when I remembered talking to Elena, I was able to say it without difficulty like before. The fact that he said his first sentence without a mistake gave me a small sense of relief, but he seemed to be less tense than I thought.

“Wow…”

By the way… my mother-in-law’s reaction is a bit strange?

For a moment, Adelia started looking at me as if she had seen something strange at my answer, enough to make me think again about what I said.

Afterwards, she muttered something so low that we couldn’t hear her, but I could hear what she said clearly because I was concentrating on what she was going to say next.

“…I can’t get used to him because he has the same face as Arthur and he responds politely like that.”

father!!