572. The ideal family
The Sabre Estate was a peaceful and nice place.
Literally, it felt like an idealized countryside. It was so peaceful that I thought there would be no fighting or jealousy, just happy farming.
And what should I call the Sabre family’s mansion? It felt like a luxurious farming home. It had a warehouse that was too vague to be called an annex, and a main building that was neatly built. There were three rooms. Each was a bedroom for the lord and his wife. The mille-feuille room. And finally, a guest room.
“Can I just come in?”
“Yes, yes? Of course!”
As she spoke, I followed Mille-feuille into the room.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him completely frozen after telling her to come into the room so cheerfully.
“If that doesn’t work, you can just show me to my room.”
“Oh, no! You said so, senior. You want to see the environment where Mille-feuille, the best junior, was born and raised… So, ah, I will show you around.”
That’s right.
If it’s something that makes you nervous enough to want to shoot out both hands and feet at the same time, I’m worried that you’ll die before you can see the surroundings.
The room of the mille-feuille that I was guided to was on the second floor of the mansion. I went up the stairs, passed through the neatly cleaned hallway, and stood in front of the door.
“Hey, come in.”
“Hmm. Come in.”
Creak. The well-oiled wooden door opened, and Mille-feuille showed us around the room, extending her hand.
When I glanced into the room, I found myself smiling without realizing it.
“under···.”
“What, is there something strange?”
“No. A room tells a story about its owner’s state of mind and the environment in which they grew up. This room… is surprisingly mille-feuille von sablé.”
“yes yes?”
It’s extremely neat, but that doesn’t mean it lacks a sense of life.
For example, if you look at the writing utensils and notebook on the desk, they are neatly aligned, but the blanket is slightly disheveled.
Most of the furniture is simple and cute.
Don’t decorate too much, and don’t place too many things so that the room feels cramped.
This room, neatly arranged with soft-colored furniture resembling the color of Mille-feuille’s hair, was undoubtedly Mille-feuille von Sablé.
“Tch, is that a compliment?”
“It’s a compliment.”
“Oh, thank you···?”
Mille-feuille tilted her head, but to me it was the highest praise possible.
and.
“Hoo. Is that a medal?”
“Yes. Yes···. From last year until now, I have been displaying the awards I have received for taking first place.”
“I see. And that is… um.”
“Ah, ah.”
The things hanging neatly on the wall at the head of the bed in the corner of the room were not awards.
That was history.
“These are the gauntlets and equipment I’ve used so far. I thought most of them were discarded, but they’re still here.”
“Yes, yes… I’ll put it by my bedside when I come back home. So I can see it every day.”
“I see. I miss you too.”
“Don’t you think they’re annoying or troublesome? Collecting them one by one and displaying them in your room, on the wall next to the bed….”
“How could that be? I’m glad that you cherish the memories that you, I, and the entire party made.”
“Go, thank you.”
Mille-feuille bowed her head again.
Is this something to be ashamed of?
“It would be a nuisance to stay in the room of a junior who is in his prime. Okay. If possible, could you show me to a guest room? Or, you could set up an officetel in the yard…”
“Oh, wait a minute… How about having some tea time?”
“hmm?”
“Excuse me, if you sit on the bed over there, I’ll get you some tea···.”
As if to interrupt Mille-feuille’s words, a sound was heard from below.
‘Oh my. I wonder who’s here.’ ‘It must be Milfi. He said he’d be back today.’ ‘I guess so. Is he in his room?’ ‘Milfie! If he’s here, come down!’
Even without explanation, I could tell who it was.
“It looks like your family has returned.”
“Yes. Yes···. I guess so.”
“Then shall we go down and take a look?”
As I opened the door slightly and went out, Mille-feuille followed me at a brisk pace.
I wonder if the fact that my cheeks are strangely swollen makes me feel a little sad.
Are there any tea leaves that you want to brag about that much?
I guess I’ll have to ask later.
***
Mille-Feuille’s parents, on the surface, appeared to be good parents, literally down to earth.
Or maybe, it’s because they find it difficult to be a descendant of the royal family…
“I, I, I have nothing to offer to the grandson…”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“I’ve said this many times, but Mille-feuille is a junior whom I cherish, so I hope you treat me as your senior and as a student of Jeffrin.”
“Oh, yes. Yes···.”
“Uh, uh-uh. Is that so?”
No. A little.
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You’re making it too difficult.
This fu*king class-based society… Is it really a right society where even when you go to a friend’s house to play, the atmosphere becomes awkward if your class doesn’t match?
“So, I hope you treat me comfortably.”
“Oh, that’s right, Mom. Senior Wolfram is a really good person.”
“Oh, I see. Then how about having a meal together?”
“I will listen with gratitude.”
Only after I greeted them humbly did the Baron and Lady Sabre breathe a sigh of relief.
***
Dinner wasn’t too bad. The cream stew and accompanying cheese were as good as you’d expect from a country that produces dairy products. The quality of the milk was really good.
On the other hand, the quality of the meat… There were some aspects that couldn’t be helped because it was beef, but even taking that into account, it was excellent.
“Actually, I have heard Wolfram’s story often and a lot from Milfy.”
“I see. I wonder what kind of story you talked about.”
The look and atmosphere of Mille-feuille resembled that of his father, and Baron Sabret, with his gentle eyes and calm voice, spoke thus after the meal.
“Haha. Milfie said that he was the one who changed his fate. I’ve heard many stories about him. Like how he was on the verge of being expelled, but then he got back up after following Wolfram’s advice. Yeah. Whenever I got home, all I talked about was Wolfram.”
“Ah, Dad···.”
Mille-feuille called out to the Baron with a red face, but the Baron’s smile grew even wider. What a lovely couple.
Because they are things I could never have, just looking at them is dazzling and heartwarming.
It was a good thing you came.
“I see. But I think there is something you misunderstand, Your Highness. It is not a major misunderstanding, but there is one thing I would like to correct.”
“What is it?”
“It’s true that Mille-Feuille had a hard time, but if you can call it pioneering destiny…. It definitely couldn’t have been done with just help from others. Mille-Feuille pioneered her own destiny. No one can break through a predetermined destiny for her.”
“Ugh.”
At my words, the Baron stroked his chin, and the Baroness’s smile deepened.
“That’s a good point. That’s right. Everyone has to overcome their own destiny. You’re still young, but as expected…. That’s a wise thing to say from someone who runs a business. You’re someone we can trust and leave our Milpi to.”
The Baron smiled even more with satisfaction.
But that smile wasn’t the sociable smile of just a moment ago… it was more of a smile that I liked.
“Hey, honey. Then tell me about that…”
“Well… But that’s a family matter….”
Immediately afterwards, the Baroness whispered in a slightly heavy voice, and the Baron soon answered her with an embarrassed look.
What are you talking about?
Is this a bit of a sensitive topic?
“If it’s rude, I won’t listen. If it’s not rude and I can hear what you have to say, then feel free to tell me.”
When I said that, the Baron nodded as if he felt more at ease.
“No. That is… Recently, the rumor that Milphy has been doing well in Zephrin and is working under Prince Wolfram has been spreading throughout the noble families. Zephrin is the center of rumors, isn’t it?”
Yeah, that’s true.
It is a place where nobles and capable commoners from all over the country gather and compete for rankings.
As I nodded, the Baron continued speaking.
“So, here and there, there are heirs of other noble families who want to somehow draw a line with Mille-Feuille.”
“That means, I would like to introduce the successor to the family.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
That’s it.
Just as the reason Speaker ran away was like that, is Mille-Feuille also receiving contact from that side?
Is this a story about a political marriage or a blind date?
“I don’t like it.”
The icy air flowed along with the extremely cold voice of Mille-feuille.
The Baron and his wife’s bodies tremble slightly at the sharp rejection.
If you think about it, Mille-feuille has passed through the four gates of the Demon World with me, and has overcome death several times, so she can control her will to live.
“Of course, we are also trying our best to refuse.”
“Then that’s fine. I don’t plan on meeting anyone.”
The Baron and his wife smiled bitterly at Mille-feuille’s sharp rejection.
Does the couple want to let Mille-Feuille meet the successor of another family?
“Is there anyone you would like me to meet?”
“No. I want to respect my daughter’s wishes as much as possible. I don’t want to be the parent who takes advantage of a child who has achieved good grades on her own while being unable to provide anything other than tuition.”
“okay.”
thank god.
They are good parents, as far as I can see.
Then what’s the problem?
“However, the contacts I receive are not from barons like us, but from counts at worst, so I cannot simply refuse them due to my social status.”
“hmm···.”
I see.
This fu*king classist society again?
Only then did his face harden as he said, “Oh, even mille-feuille…”
“That’s because Count Tabris, who lives between our territory and Empyrium, is particularly interested in it. He’s even planning to threaten the distribution side.”
Of course, it’s not something I should say since I’m the prince and I’m sucking up to all the honey…
Wait a minute. Just wait.
What are you thinking about?
I’m a prince, right?
Of course, he is a prince with no real power or influence.
“It’s not a difficult problem.”
“yes yes?”
Isn’t there a guy next to me who has a ton of power and influence?
-eve.
-why.
-There is a family that wants to see Mille-feuille even though he hates it.
-Who is it? Keep it short and concise.
-Count of Tabris
-check.
Ow.
Look at Eve, who would normally say something like, “What kind of fu*king guy thinks like that?!,” putting a period at the end.
Well, Eve loves mille-feuille, so she will know how to adjust it appropriately.
“That has been resolved. A special audit will be conducted by the Imperial Family soon.”
“yes yes?”
“The current student council president, Yves von Lohengrin, who is also my blood relative, also cherishes mille-feuille very much. He will be grateful to the Tavris estate. You don’t have to worry too much.”
Eve is a girl who hates doing double duty, so she will take care to prevent Mille-feuille from hearing such annoying noises.
“Oh, is that so?”
hmm.
But this too may be a fate that has been overcome by the power of others.
In that case, I should not just leave it to Eve, but support her in some other way.
And the means is something I’ve thought of before.
“Come to think of it, Yeongji’s milk really has a good flavor. Do you have any plans to supply it officially?”
“yes yes?”
“Let’s see, the fixed demand every year is around this much···. Depending on the business, the import volume will likely increase flexibly every year···.”
As he said that, he wrote a number on a tissue with his finger, and the Baron and his wife’s eyes widened.
“This much, this much.”
“Oh my god···.”
The Baron and his wife opened their eyes wide.
Convenience store snacks usually contain a lot of milk. How many kinds of cream buns are on display at convenience stores?
The couple nodded several times as they looked at the numbers I had written down, and soon the Baroness’s eyes lit up and she smiled at the mille-feuille.
“Milphy.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“I’m proud of you. Believe in yourself and walk the path you want to take until the end.”
“yes···.”
Mille-feuille looked a little embarrassed at the Baroness’ smile as she spoke, but soon responded with a smile.
This is true.
Even these little things that make you laugh, aren’t they a really good family?
By the way, it was a political marriage.
This is a world where such things run rampant.
It’s not just mille-feuille.
If you hear such stories from your party members and want to meet that person.
And if you really feel like they are the person of destiny and want to follow them.
Can I smile and applaud?
“Senior. Why are you like that?”
“No. It’s nothing.”
I was speechless for a moment.
