I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World - 138 Deacon and Boy.

I, the son of the Arnold family, whom Fezel Lowe serves, haven’t really leaned on this mansion since I was a little girl. I guess you’re more right about not getting me out of the cage than you didn’t donate.

The Rowe people serve from generation to generation as servants of the Arnold family, but I had no idea at the time that I and a near-old Norwella lady, who had just entered as servants, would welcome the royal family to their son-in-law. That’s what the whole mansion was fussing about. I still remember it colorfully.

It was two generations ago that the head of the Arnold family earned the title of Duke, and as Duke he is shallow in history. But the Arnold family was a powerful lord who had been doing everything in his power to make the land flourish for a hundred generations. We cultivated a land where there was nothing, gathered many human beings, and now it is also an industrial area within the Kingdom of Dolan where we compete for one or two.

It was only after winning his previous achievements and trust that he became duke and undertook the royal task, beginning with the 136th generation Lord Savair Arnold becoming the first Duke of Rockman and being given two roles: military and prime minister. Master Savair said it was a versatile man, and my grandfather said it had been available to the Arnold family for years.

Just then, he was plagued by a shortage of manpower within the kingdom, and his grandfather had heard many times from his father that he was as proud as he was to say that an arrow of white feathers stood against Master Savair where he was vacant in his candidacy. The military, in other words, was entrusted, above the Knights, with the place to be king’s hands and feet, to move the army and to dictate disputes with other nations. On top of that, as prime minister, I support it on the side, so the workload is not large. It seemed to come and go so far as to say at the time, “There are two Savais”.

Norwella’s encounter with His Royal Highness the Prince was prompted by His Highness Michael’s coming from the Royal Palace to the Arnold family for help that he had been poisoned.

The lady specializes in healing magic, and her knowledge and healing power, especially with regard to poison, had nothing to do with right at the time. It was doubtful why the aristocratic maid was so knowledgeable, but later found out that it was what she had made herself wear at the behest of Master Savair. Now I think it’s an idea because I was in the king’s pocket. I even felt a little scared that he was a man who lived long, but let his grandson be tailored to a man who could serve the royal family that way.

But Norwella had nothing to do with that.

“Are you an angel?

“Oh, Lord Mikhail, it’s hard to see an angel.”

‘Before I die anyway, I wanted to have lots of children with beautiful people like you’

“Oh, well.”

A room in the royal palace.

Lady Norwella said she fell in love with such a husband at a glance.

The love story in the hospital room was brilliantly fruitful a few months later and led to an unusual event in the history of His Royal Highness the Prince of the Kingdom of Dolan entering this Arnold family. There were two people who were not particularly handicapped because of their impeccable identities to each other, but the Arnold family had too strong ties to the royal family, and vice versa, there were voices of evacuation.

So right now, I only have one job in the royal palace, most of which I do at the Duke’s residence on the territory.

“Alwes was to be seen at Aristotle’s for a while”

“… were you there”

“I’m sorry you were adorable. They still don’t have control in the mansion.”

Three years after the birth of his eldest son, Bill, his second son, Alwes, was born.

Master Alwes had a tremendous amount of magic from birth, and even during childbirth he tried to take in Norwella-like blood, which was so difficult that his mother’s life was in danger.

But to the back of such an event, I leaked an exclamation sigh to that angelic baby whose honey-colored hair was covered with loose white skin, red eyes that glowed like a burning flame, and subsided in the arms of a nanny.

If Master Alwes deviates, things float everywhere in the mansion; if he laughs, the ground shakes; if he cries, the furniture and accessories catch fire; if he sleeps, he instantly calms down.

The mansion was always noisy. If you ask me if I’m good or bad, few people are good about the situation, which is pretty bad.

Looks like the Earl who heard the rumors suggested I keep it at the lab for a while, but I honestly didn’t feel good when I heard about it. I was watching a baby held by a nanny with the look of suspicion, such as maybe saying that and secretly using Master Alwes as an experimental bench.

So cute, and Carona Marne, a nanny and servant, stares at me in tears.

Master Alwes was really cute to fall asleep easily.

Today is the day my son can come back to the mansion.

Our servants listen to it and stick with it more than usual.

Master Alwes came back to the mansion after he was able to control some magic, but he was in the mansion for a few years and soon went to the kingdom’s magic school. Then six years, during the homecoming period, they often spent time in other noble mansions of what comes when they return to the mansion, and when they graduate, they spent more time in the cavaliers’ quarters, so they didn’t have the chance to see you.

“Lowe, what’s Brother Al’s favorite thing?”

“I like sweet treats.”

“Sweet treats…… Because you’re coming to the mansion when I’m on my way home, so you have to entertain me.”

A majestic face very similar to Master Michael cannot be seen without being so closely described as Master Alwes and his brothers. The difference is obvious because Master Alwes looks better than his mother.

Based on the information that it is a sweet treat, Master Haiz, the third man, rushes to the kitchen.

The time spent by Master Haiz with Master Alwes is quite short, but Master Haiz was nervous when I heard he was homecoming because of you, my brother, who would still make me sweeter than my parents if I saw him.

Master Alwes was really nice to us.

The female servant, of course, will remember each and every name well without having to come home for a long time, and he will speak freely.

We can’t help but miss Master Alwes for not being able to make him sweet. I am one of them.

“Welcome back”

“Thank you Fezel. Is Carona here?

Welcome Master Alwes, who got on and off the demon in front of the mansion.

His long hair remained unchanged, and he spoke of the servant’s name, who was a nanny, as he suppressed it with one hand in the wind.

“If it’s Carona, we’re going out with Norwella.”

“Right. I wanted to give you something.”

“Is that flower?

“Oh. Because it’s Carona’s birthday tomorrow”

“I’ll be back soon, and you’ll be delighted.”

Grab the red bouquet and head to the front door.

“Did Fezel have a grandson?

“Yes, you seem to have blessed my lovely daughter with foolishness.”

“I guess my grandson has a loose cheek because it’s about you. Congratulations.”

Yes, I bow my head to Master Alwes, who gave me a warm smile like the sun.

Supported by the Arnold family for about thirty years.

Of all the rumors that floated in Master Alwes, only the servant knows. My husband set a woman up for the ball just before she got engaged to know how Alwes felt. It is a good memory to see the woman from outside the garden in a distance with other servants.

According to her husband, she said she was the closest woman to Master Alwes’ heart, and she didn’t ask me any more.

Just that’s how tired Mr. Alwes’ face was when he returned from the masquerade that day. It had a troubling look and seemed unusual and harsh.

“Dear Alwes, would you like some warm tea?

‘… thanks’

When I take off my jacket, I sit on the couch clutterfully and put my feet together.

‘Tell your father. The next time you use the same hand, you’ll never speak again. ”

“Was there something at the ball?”

“He tried to change my mind.”

‘In that way… didn’t you change your mind?

It’s no different.

Ask as you place the tea on the table.

Master Alwes took it and brought it to his mouth. I’m staring out the window with my imaginary face.

“I see, my boy, you’re afraid of a change of heart.”

“Lowe, will you please stop being such a pussy? ‘Cause I’m a good old man.’

“Boy, you’ve always been in my boy.”

“Ha…”

Someone on the couch, Master Alwes, looked at me with his eyes down.

It is now my goal to sweeten his lovely child one day.