Chapter 359: Chaper 359 – Dinner At In-laws
It was nightti.
I was in my given bedroom reading a book about a soldier’s life and the way they should prostate themselves… enough to say, I was extrely bored here.
Being in your future in-laws place is definitely not a good way to have fun. I couldn’t go out to city and its finer places.
Even more the problem was that, this city was completely under the eyes of my in-laws, so no matter what I do, it would get reported to them. And right now, I still need to get their approval before humiliating them.
Still, that didn’t an I couldn’t go out and have so fun, it’s just I’m not going. It had sothing to do with paying my fucking respect to this future father in law of mine that still hasn’t co ho yet.
I get it you’re busy, but dude, at least write a letter or warn the people about when you’re coming so that I may breathe in peace.
Hell, I’m not even sleeping because I need to see him.
I know that I am taking it a bit far, but that’s what happens when you’re at your in-laws.
Fortunately, a few more hours later when the clock struck 10:12, I heard a bit commotion and looked outside. Looky here, the father has finally returned.
Yet, before I could get down and talk, I heard a knock at the door. It was a guard with an invitation.
“My lord, Lord Gallcon has invited you to dinner. Please be ready and attend it in 20 minutes.” The random soldier told .
“Alright, I’ll do so.” I could have told him to give my thanks or sothing else but didn’t. It was a simple invite to et, he wouldn’t have cared for my thanks anyway.
“Here, take this.” I tried to give the soldier sothing but he shook his head.
“Sorry but we soldier at Whitedon don’t take money nor gifts.”
“It’s a toffy.”
“…Thank you, my lord.” The soldier took it after so deliberation before bowing to , “If I may.”
I nod as he went away. Then I closed the door and look at myself in the mirror.
“What to wear? Sothing casual or… out of thought?”
Unlike so won, I didn’t think much to it and wore a decent luxury dress for the dinner. From Margaret’s words, Seman wasn’t soone who was enticed by money or positions, so trying to wear too much colorful things would only ruin my chance.
A simple, direct approach.
As I was escorted down to the large hall by a random soldier, I saw Margaret also approaching. Wearing the sa dress as before but also adding a blue flower to her hair, adding a sweat touch.
We imdiately spot each other and co close as I look at the flower.
Yet, before I could open my mouth to say sothing, “Don’t… just don’t.” She stopped with an annoying blush on her face.
“Any advice?” I ask.
“Let do the talking here, but if father asks you sothing be truthful or if it’s sothing too deep… lie your ass off.”
“Sure…”
Margaret opened the large door and a large dining hall ca to our view. There was a large dining table for more than 12 people to have satisfying dinner at and a person already sitting at the head of it.
I couldn’t tell his height from his seating place but he sat with a straight gait. Seman’s face looked like a rough canvas with a small aged scar on the cheek. He wore a simple red and brown comfortable cloth that hid the iron chest plate and sword beneath.
To the simple eyes, Seman was just attending dinner. But to , he looked like he was ready for an interrogation to go wrong.
Margaret started with a small nod, “Father”
“Margaret” Seman’s call was as hollow as hers. As if there was no relationship between this two people.
“My Lord Gallacon,” While I had to give a respectful bow without arching too much, “It’s nice to finally see you.”
“Hmm” He only hmph’ed at , “Both of you can sit down.”
Margaret and I sat adjacent to Seman’s both sides, opposite to each other.
Margaret gave a knowing look and started talking, “So how was your day?” She said it normally, but I could hear her voice almost cracking.
“…It was fine.” Seman said, not clearly expecting his daughter to say sothing so basic. “How has your academic days have been?”
“Good, Good. A few monster clearing jobs, Student council work and getting stronger by training along the way… sa stuff.” Margaret said.
“That’s good.” He said and quieted down.
Both father and daughter looked down at their empty plate as if searching for sothing to talk about. There was a definite talk here about the marriage, but none knew how to approach it.
‘Why are these two so weird yet so sa?’ I think before starting a conversation.
“You’ve done quite a work outside, Lord Gallacon.” Gallacon looked at , “I’ve never seen a city so guarded by soldiers yet the livelihood and smiles on the people remained happy the sa.”
“I don’t know what you’re doing but it’s definitely doing wonders here.”
Surprising my expectations, Seman smiled for the first ti, “Oh, is that so? I have diligently worked quite hard for such results, it’s good to see that others can see my approach as well.”
Margaret subtly gave a thumbs up as I said, “Please do tell how you achieved such results so that I can do the sa at my place, though I don’t believe that it will have the sa outco.”
Seman smiled gleefully for a mont before tightly shutting his mouth.
‘What am I doing here? Why does it feel like I am the one getting played?!’
Seman coughed twice, “We have to talk about this marria-”
Before he could finish, the door opened and ca in rows of delicacies for all of us, silencing him. We sat quietly until the servers were gone and that door shut.
Gallacon opened his mouth and waited, “So… Henry, what can you tell about yourself?”
“Well, as your grace already knows, my na is Henry Van Tax and my late father’s Agrave Van Tax.” I started with the bitter end.
“Oh, I know.” Seman’s face clearly showed animosity.
I acted as if in pain and sighed, “I know your grace may have animosity towards my father and it may be too farfetched to ask, but I still ask that you forgive him… or at least forget him as the man is dead now.”
Seeing Henry blatantly asked that, Seman felt a bit shock but relieved, ‘So it seems, the son isn’t as distinguishing as the father.’
“I’ll take that in mind, tell , how are your days at the academy?”
“It’s going wonderfully.”
“Hmm? I heard from Samantha that you got in through the Chancion competition.” I nod, “Though that is a great feat, I reckon you’re finding it enjoyable being at the worst class.”
Margaret opened her mouth, “But he isn’t there, father. Henry fought in the special exam on his first month. He won it and was promoted to Class A.”
“Oh? Really?” Gallacon asked, interested.
“Yes and he is apprenticing under one of the best teachers in the academy. You know him as Harold Graydol.”
“Graydol! That tough bast- Guy! But I thought he doesn’t take personal students?”
“Yet he did on Henry’s case.”
“Ha, do tell more about it.” Gallacon listened in as Margaret spoke of my tales in her own abridged version.
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