Chapter 416
[ Honestly, after learning these matters... We shall have a serious conversation about this Father. Such wonderful treasure we own and yet not a glance of it I have been granted. I am shocked! ]
"... Haha! Oh goodness! You solely don’t remember, dear. When you were small, along with your siblings, I took all three of you to the sword’s keepsake. Your eyes got stuck in it’s blade... Haha, I can still clearly remember your awe at its splendour ... Since you wish to have a glance at it again, I will take you to it once you are back home." — Tapping lightly the tip of her nose, Orland promised, fondly smiling to ask forgiveness from the strict child who had lightly frowned along her message. — "Therefore, will my lovely daughter forgive this father? For a moment I felt scared of your reproach, sweetie."
’Humph... since I dont have such memories I am to forgive you... But it is a promise! You have to take us there, Mister!’ — Taking a moment to play difficult, the girl nodded, leaning on her father’s shoulder happy to have a moment to talk only with each other.
His hand stroked hers lightly with tenderness, aware of the playful grump she tried to showcase in her behaviour, leading her in peace once more to the tables he had found Marianne at before the Duke’s speech was told.
"So, how about some recommendations? I saw you trying some of the dishes. Did you find one intriguing?"
"!!" — She jumped happily once again. taking her stack to add to their conversation. — [ When father arrived I was telling the Duke which ones were my favourite. He said the wines and dishes were prepared to please my taste. ]
"... Oh... Is that how it is?"
’Mhm~! They all are tasty so I had a little trouble getting the hierarchy right but...’ — Nodding, she answered energetically, writing more down to tell her father. — [ There is this wine I tasted that has the kind of bitterness Father would like. ]
"Oho? Truly? Do show me which one it is. My glass is empty and I am certain to trust your impressions~" — Smiling nicely, Orland now followed the guide of his pure daughter, thinking inwardly how this continuous distaste he experienced from men’s unnecessary interest towards his daughter could not go on.
’Sigh... It’s not like everyone will fall for my child... Uff! Such thought is also annoying, however... what idiot would dare...’ — He grumped. Aware that this belief about his child was excessive; convincing himself that it is only reasonable for any noble inviting the Ninth into their lands to try showing immense hospitality. — ’Haaa... goodness what a fool I am...’
His foolishness, one the outsider soul within his daughter shared in her character was dismissed with as easy convictions, focusing now only on enjoying their reunion while doing what the girl most liked. Although keeping a speck of his aura guarding their surroundings so the presence of his other child could be perceived before his appearance in front of Marianne was certain to happen.
Eyes were on them certainly. Ones that were anxious, for soon, the awaited dances of this celebrated Ball were to begin and one who assisted events gladly ever since meeting the Lady... was growing impatient for a piece to be played and their hands could intertwine in a lovely dance.