Otome Game Mob Villain

Chapter 367

David's mood suddenly darkened at Farah's question, and the air around him seemed to chill.

Soon after, he suddenly muttered, "I think so, don't you?

"After all, you think so, don't you? ...... Actually, my father named me after the Crown Prince David, who was born a little earlier than I was. ...... but even so, it's too easy."

"Oh, ......."

The name of the child is named after the prince David, who was born on the day of the birth of the prince.

I can somehow understand the idea of naming a child after a sovereign, but it is certainly an easy name to give.

Then Fara narrowed her eyes.

"No, no, David-sama. I think it is a very nice name derived from David-sama, the Crown Prince."

'...... is it?'

'Yes. I am allowed to name it after David, the Crown Prince. It means that the "Kelvin family" is that loyal and is recognized by the country."

David, who had been tilting his head, suddenly realized.

"......⁉ I see. I see. If you put it that way, it can be thought that way."

"Yes, that's why, David-sama. Please don't despise yourself like that."

Fara smiled at him, and his cheeks flushed a little red.

He felt something unpleasant and coughed out, "Gohon.

"The name David is a lovely name, just as Fara said it would be."

"Yes, that's right. I never really thought about it that way. Thank you, Fara."

"No problem at all, . I hope I could be of some help to you, David."

Just as she was bailing out with a beautiful gesture, a voice from behind her said, " Lord Rid, may I have a moment? I turn around to answer the voice.

When I turned around to answer the voice, the Marquis Berluti and his son, Bergamot, were coming toward me.

"I am sorry for interrupting your pleasant conversation. I was going to call out to you, Lord Rainer, but Count Glade was speaking so passionately. I had to call on you first."

"You were right. Father is right, his "passionate talk" is well known among the nobility. No hard feelings."

"No, no, the Marquis Berlutti is very kind to come. And thank you for coming, Lord Bergamot."

When I answered in a dignified manner so as not to be rude, Farrah, who was standing beside me, greeted them politely as well.

The exchange in the waiting room and the audience chamber at the imperial castle

And it is clear from what my father has told me that these two are the ones to watch out for.

Therefore, he had decided in advance to play it safe when it came to dealing with the Marquise de Jean-Paul.

"I am politely sorry about this. Oh, and David, I'm sorry for interrupting your conversation. Please forgive me."

The Marquis Berruti said and shifted his gaze to David, who was standing beside him.

"It's a terrible thing. As a son, I am well aware of Father's 'passionate talk,' so please don't worry about it."

David answered politely with a wry smile.

From the looks of it, it seems that they have not met for the first time.

The Marquis Berluti nodded at his words with a smile and returned his gaze to us.

"I came to see Lord Lid today for no other reason than that. The other day in the meeting room, I spoke to him about my daughter and grandson."

"The daughter and grandson of the Marquise Berruti . huh.....?"

I think I heard from my father that the Marquis Berruti had adopted an orphaned girl.

I didn't pay that much attention to it at the time, but when he told me directly that he wanted to introduce me to his daughter, I felt uncomfortable.

The Marquis Berlutti is probably of a certain age by the looks of him.

Even though his son, Lord Bergamot, has a son, he went to the trouble of adopting a daughter.

In other words, he must have had something in mind.

Shortly thereafter, a girl and a boy arrived at the invitation of the Marquis de Berluti.

From their height and appearance, I could tell that they were close in age to me and Fara.

"Let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Marone."

When the Marquis Berruti said this, she bowed with a smooth, flowing motion.

"My father introduced me to you. My name is Marone Jean Paul. Please make your acquaintance, everyone."

She is very pretty, with long platinum hair and indigo eyes.

However, I feel that she is somewhat suspicious and her atmosphere somehow resembles that of the Marquis de Berluti.

The other boy has the same brown hair and blue eyes as Bergamot and a moderately pretty face.

Eventually, after Marone's greeting, Bergamot cleared his throat.

"...... this is my son, 'Berzelia'.

"My name is Berzelia Jean Paul, nice to meet you."

He has a clear voice, and combined with his appearance, one might mistake him for a girl if he didn't know any better.

"I am Rid Bardia. It is an honor to meet you both. It is my pleasure to meet you both and I look forward to working with you in the future."

"I am Fara Bardia, Master Rid's wife. I look forward to working with you."

The Marquis Berluti smiled and narrowed his eyes at me as I answered their greetings and bowed to them.

"The children are the same age as Rid's, so I thought we might have some things in common. We nobles are often worn out from our responsibilities and fall sick. If ...... you have any worries or troubles, just talking about them can make you feel better. I hope Marrone and Berzelia can be good friends to you."

'Thank you, my dear. I am usually in the territory, so it is very reassuring to have a friend in the capital. Thank you for your kindness."

I replied and bailed out.

If it were something he had no intention of doing, it would be, as the saying goes, "old woman's wisdom.

However, from the look in the Marquis Berruti's eyes, and the mousy, unpleasant feeling in his words, I intuit that he is still someone I should be wary of.

At that moment, Bergamot glanced at his son, Berzelia.

Then, he took a step forward toward Fara.

'Oh ...... that ...... that ......?"

".....? Yes. What is it?"

Fara tilted her head, not understanding his intention.

Berzelia's face turned a little red from nervousness and she fidgeted.

Not long after that, Marrone, who seemed to be unable to see Velzelia, offered a helping hand.

"Fara-sama. If you don't mind, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the country of Renalute over there."

She then turned her attention to a desk where sweets and drinks were being served by a manual juicer developed by Ellen the Dwarf.

Marrone smiled cutely.

"Excuse m. I have a thing for unusual sweets and sweet drinks. And since I've never left the Empire, I've been wanting to take this opportunity to hear what Fara-sama has to say. May I have a moment of your time?"

Yes, yes, I don't mind. ......," Farah said, glancing sideways at me.

Yes, I see. Would you like to join us, if you don't mind, Berzelia-sama and David?"

I nodded at her words and called out to the two people beside me.

Marquis Berruti may be planning to probe me through Marrone and Berzelia, but that can be said for us as well.

But that is also true for me.

If we could get a little information about the Jean-Paul family through Marone and the others, it would be a good thing.

David and Berzelia nodded their heads.

"Yes, that's right, I've been wondering about them too, so I'll definitely ask for your help."

'Well, ...... then, I'll take you up on it too."

When the two nodded, Marrone clasped her hands together in front of her chest and smiled.

'It's decided, right? Master Rid, Fara, may I ask you to show me around?"

Yes. I am going to go to ......." I answered and was just about to step forward when he said, "Oh, yes, that's right. May I come in, Master Rid? I was stopped by the Marquis de Berluti.

"......? What is it?"

I stopped and looked back at him, and he grinned.

I forgot I had something to ask you. What, I won't take up much of your time. Marrone, you two go on ahead of me."

"Yes, father. Marrone, you go on ahead of me. Fara, you will show us the way, won't you?"

"Yes, yes. ......."

Fara was puzzled, but she couldn't stop because of Marrone's momentum and the fact that Berzelia and David had also started to walk.

To reassure her, he looked her in the eye and nodded as if to tell her, 'It's okay."

Farah seemed to have noticed my intention, and with a slightly relieved look on her face, she proceeded to the desk a short distance away.

After seeing them off, he asked the person who had stopped him again.

'......So, what is it that you want to ask me? Marquis Berruti.

"No, no, no. It's only natural that anyone would want to talk to you in person when they see all these wonderful developments. Hey, Bergamot?"

"Yes, indeed. How did you develop these wonderful products? I would love to hear how this wonderful product was developed."

Their eyes were filled with a light as if they were looking at a prey they had caught.

I took a glance at my father, who was still being held captive by Glade's frontier count .

As for Fara, it is unlikely that she will be able to return here soon with Marrone and the others.

In other words, he may be thinking of isolating me and extracting some information from me.

However, I smiled at the question he dared to ask me.