After traveling across Loen for several days, Sno and Roselle finally returned to the orderly, prosperous, and rapidly rebuilding Backlund.
However, because the war had only just ended and the lower classes had demonstrated considerable strength, the nobility did not immediately leave the royal capital to enjoy the hunting and pastoral countryside they had loved in years past. Instead, they remained in this revitalized capital, working alongside both old and new colleagues to contribute to the new king's rule.
Another morning, Roselle walked awkwardly down the street, followed by a young man who bore some resemblance to him.
By all rights, a father and son reuniting after more than a century should have been a touching scene. Yet both wore strangely awkward expressions.
Because...
The father and son had recognized each other while competing for a dance partner beside the dance floor at the Golden Tulip.
(Loen's high-end clubs were more reserved than Intis's. Rather than ordering directly, they were structured more like ballroom salons. The main hall contained a large dance floor, with the girls seated around its edge. Guests who spotted someone they liked would invite her to dance. They would settle the price while dancing, and if it worked out, they would go upstairs to rest.)
Roselle was very happy that his youngest son had recovered his humanity, happy enough to burst into song. The problem was that the timing seemed a little inappropriate.
After a brief silence, Bornova and Roselle suddenly stopped at the same time. In the next instant, two nearly simultaneous voices collided—
"Don't tell your sister!"
"Don't tell Sister!"
The almost perfectly synchronized words left them both stunned. Then they suddenly laughed. The unfamiliarity accumulated over a century and the conflicts of the past were swept away in an instant. The father and