Chapter: 195
Afternoon sunlight filled the garden seen through the window.
The petals that adorned the flower bed showed off their colorful colors in the sunlight.
The Marquis said quietly while looking out at the peaceful landscape, “I had only two children, but all of them are dead. My grandson Sigmund is also dead, so now it’s just you and Theor.”
Astelle, who was listening quietly, replied, “How about my brother, Fritz?”
“He’s not even contacting me. What a brat……!”
When the Marquis was framed and expelled, Duke of Reston quickly drew a line with him, saying that his wife had died and the relationship with him had been cut off as well.
As a result, the two became enemies, and Astelle and her brother could not see their maternal grandfather very often.
Still, Astelle would avoid her father’s eyes and write letters to her grandfather.
However, her older brother, Fritz, cut off contact with his grandfather at the behest of his father.
‘Come to think of it, we haven’t seen each other since I left.’
The two got along very well. Since they were siblings, they had no choice but to be close.
Fritz was a sincere and capable man.
When he was young, he devoted himself to studying day and night, and as he grew up, he worked tirelessly.
Six years ago, when she was divorced and left the capital, Fritz chased her to the mansion’s front door and stopped Astelle.
“Where are you going? Don’t do anything stupid and ask father for forgiveness.”
At that moment Astelle gave up her expectations of her only brother.
She didn’t need to have affection for her reproaching brother without a word of consolation to his sister, who returned home after one day of marriage.
After that, they did not see each other for six years.
She heard that Fritz was also quit the Knights of Templar when his father fell, but she hasn’t been told how he’s been doing since.
She doesn’t even want to know how he’s doing.
‘We will never meet again anyway.’
Even if she went to the capital, she had no desire to visit her family.
She wanted to avoid accidental encounters if possible.
The Marquis looking out the window put down the teacup and asked, “Then, why did the emperor suddenly come to visit? He didn’t seem to have such a polite personality.”
“That……”