I'll Be The Matriarch In This Life

07

Why is that person here!

It looked a lot younger than I know, but that was definitely the Clerivan Pellet.

His tall stature, an upright attitude as if he had a cast on his waist, and his eyes with a raised edges.

In this Lombardy, few people can maintain such an uproar.

"What brought you here, Clerivan?"

My father was scratching his head as if he was a lot confused.

I would be like that, too. Clerivan Pellet was a very capable, but very busy person, overseeing the top of Lombardy.

At least in the future I know he was.

To the point, I can count on my two hands when I see Clerivan’s face properly while working with my grandfather.

Replace my grandfather to write most of the important reports.

"Can I go in?"

"Of course. Come in.”

My father is still waiting for Clerivan in the middle of the parlor, and I quickly pretended to pick up the book and read it.

I don’t know why.

I just thought I had to do that.

He fixed his gaze somewhere on the letters that filled the side of the book, and instead raised his ears.

As if conscious of me, Clerivan looked at my side and sat across from my father.

"What’s going on? If my father said something in a hurry..."

“Not so.”

"Then."

Even though he was an employee of the same family, my father’s attitude was very different from his dealings with Dr. O’Malley.

That alone gave me a rough idea of the location of the Clerivan in the current family.

At least, it was clear that the son of Lulak was not a person who could do it at will.

Why did such a person visit my father?

"The reason I came to today is not with you Gallahan-nim, but with Florentia-nim."

Huh?

I?

I endured all of my patience to not look there.

"You mean you came to see Florentia...?"

"Yes, that’s right."

It seemed that I could feel the gaze of my father and Clerivan.

Somehow, my forehead was aching, but I flipped the bookshelf as if I was still reading.

“Then it must be about class.”

Class?

What class?

Unlike me, who is still confused, my father halted his head.

"It hasn’t been confirmed yet. Today I’m here to talk to Florentia-nin for a while."

“Yes, that’s right.”

Apart from understanding why Clerivan came today, my father seemed quite embarrassed, coughing a couple of times, and then call me.

"Tia, come here."

"Yes."

Like a kid who has been reading all the time, I screamed with a face that didn’t know anything.

Then I thought about where to sit for a moment and sat down on my father’s lap.

Because I am seven years old now.

If you’re a real seven-year-old, you’ll want to stick with your father as much as possible in a space with strangers.

As expected, my father lifted me and sat me on his knees.

Then there was a moment of silence.

To be precise, I and Clerivan faced each other and said nothing.

I just stared at Clerivan, who said he came to talk with me and didn’t say anything.

It was because I couldn’t say hello first. After all, I didn’t know if I had met him before or not.