Chapter 68: A Short Return

Duke Zest, how can I ever thank you.for this?

The man who was inside my office, expressing his gratitude while shedding tears, was Medias father, Viscount Mark.

The Emperors army arrived at the fortress, so I temporarily returned to my domain, however

Thatthat Media, even though hes a man, he still acts like that..I really thought that my households lineage was going to endThat wasThat was

Viscount Mark was crying aloud.

Come on, father, youre exaggerating.

Silence, you stupid son! Stop talking like a woman!

Hes been through a lot of hardships.His son being likethat.

Ahem. Duke Zest, I would do anything for you. Youve done me a favor I could never repay.

Haha. Lord Mark, dont say it so carelessly, that you would do anything for me. Saying thanks was enough, I only approved of this marriage, nothing more.

After Tasel declared thatheliked Media, it all became even more difficult.

Tasel was sent out of the fortress, and in the meanwhile, Media refused the offer.

When Tasel came back,herealizedhegot dumped without even being aware of it.

Miss Media said thatshewasnt the kind of woman I thoughtshewas

My head started to hurt.This was a bad habit for nobles.

If you want a free translation, it would mean that I am a man! Understood? Think about it properly!

Yes

I am notthe kind of womanyou think I am.

The nobles manner of talking could really be tiring.

After that, they both opened their hearts and they all lived happily ever after.

The only worry they had was that Viscount Mark might not recognize the marriage.

I never thought that I would ever be able to see the face of my grandchild.

He was overjoyed, so he expressly came to greet and thank me in person.

Father, I will splendidly give birth to a child, just wait and see.

You cant possibly give birth to anything, stupid son!

.Oh dear!

I conferred to Tasel the title of knight.

Viscount Mark completely agreed; he wanted a successor after all.

A commoner? It has nothing to do with it. If theres a woman who would marrythat guy, theres really nothing I could complain about!

Yes, these were unmistakably his true feeling.

Afterwards, he continued to thank me, and before long, the viscount went back fully satisfied.

After he left, I went to observe the armys preparations.

We temporarily returned home for precisely this reason.

His Majesty decided upon conquering the Tarminal Kingdom.

Since I went to battle only with my most elite soldiers, I came back to regroup with my entire army.

It was a war of conquest, therefore bringing only the cavalry would be useless.

We had to steadily prepare and march into the kingdom with all our power.

I only finished with the paperwork in the evening.

I returned to my room and went to the bathhouse together with Bea and Toto.

Once the preparations were finished, I would go back to war.So I wanted to value this time we still had together not matter what.

We left the bathroom, and after we ate dinner, it was time for a make out session.

Bea, I must go back to the battlefield soon. Im sorry Im making you feel lonely.

(Dad, I will make sure to protect Mom!)

Haha, thats excellent, Toto. Thank you, I leave Bea in your care again, okay?

I was spending my time in harmony with my lovely familyThis way, I felt I could fight again for a short while.

Toto was already asleep.

As for Beashe fell asleep a moment ago, so I didnt want to wake her up.

I got up from my bed and moved to the table by the window.

It didnt matter since no one was watching.

However, I was saved this time

Finding a marriage partner for Media was not even close to an unreasonable demand.

And yet, I couldnt tellherthat it was impossible.

For a noble, in order to receive a good treatment from people, they must fulfill their duties.

Theres no future for a noble who couldnt provide a reward for his subordinate.

Eventually, his followers would all abandon him.However..This time

Tasel saved me in various ways

I muttered to myself as I was alone in the middle of the night, looking up at sky.

Translation: Nana

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