Snape Grand Knight's Manor, Fallen Horse Town.

At this moment, Lady Catherine was playing the role of a commander-in-chief, directing a dozen servants of men and women in the house.

"Susan, take out the shawl with Rhodes' tail and put it in this box. ”

"Kyle, you don't need to bring this tea set, don't you see that one of the matching six teacups is missing?"

It wasn't Catherine who spoke, but Lady Bertha, who stood in the middle of the main hall.

Catherine, the Great Demon King, sat quietly on the sofa, communicating something with Lady Bertha from time to time.

I have to say that as the person who has been with her for the longest time in Catherine's life, the tacit understanding between Mama Bertha and her no longer needs to be communicated in words.

Often Catherine looks at her, and even the corners of her mouth are hooked, and Mama Bertha can guess what she means, so that Phil on the side feels creepy every time he sees this scene.

His luggage had been almost prepared two days ago, and it was purely for watching the excitement at the moment.

He tilted his head and whispered to Blair, "See, you're still far away." If you become the wife of the family in the future, you will have to go through more than ten years of training to have this heat. ”

Blair nodded quickly in affirmation, and then tried to lay his thin body as hard as he could, trying to curl up behind Phil's fat body and silently pretend to be a dog.

At this time, Catherine and Grandma Bertha looked extremely terrifying.

Phil's voice was very soft, but it still did not escape the ears of the sensitive Great Demon King Catherine, and his talent for perception was indeed not deceitful.

Phil felt a cold eye knife shoot at the back of his head, and quickly turned his head, only to find his old lady's big eyes moving between him and the teapot, and there was a trace of anger hidden in his eyes.

Phil quickly put on an innocent expression, shrugged his shoulders at Catherine, and smiled innocently.

Be a thief with a weak heart.

This tea set was personally selected and given to Catherine by Phil's grandmother, Countess Jane Snape, when Matthew and Catherine were married.

It is said to be the work of the porcelain master Valen of the imperial capital, the master is very old, and this set of tea sets is almost out of print, and it is extremely precious.

Catherine has always been very fond of it, and as a matter of etiquette, she always brings it with her every time she goes to stay in the city of Gokan.

And the missing teacup was accidentally broken by Phil when he was five years old.

Catherine seems to be preoccupied with packing up her things, ignoring Phil's Rippy.

The land of right and wrong lingers for a long time, and Phil plans to sneak away quietly and grab Blair behind him to block him.

"Blair, how many sets of winter clothes have been prepared for the young master, are they all popular styles this year? Blair, who was pulling with Phil, heard a loud roar coming from behind him, and his face immediately became mournful.

Phil took the opportunity to get rid of Blair and ran out of the main hall. Friends of the dead are not dead and poor, and he deeply regrets Blair's misfortune.

In Phil's memory, his grandmother was a gentle and dignified beauty, with a noble temperament and a calm and intellectual demeanor, no wonder she fell in love with Catherine.

But he really had a vague impression of the earl grandfather in Gokan City.

Since he was born, Catherine has only taken him back twice, and this is the third time.

The first two times were before he was four years old, by accident, and he only saw his grandfather once when he was very young, in a sober state, and it was very brief.

So he just had a rough impression, a dignified old man.

According to the gossip passed on among the servants, it seems that the Earl of Brad is quite disappointed in his grandson, so he has not invited Catherine again in the past few years.

As a party to the case, Phil does not have too high expectations and dissatisfaction with this, and he can still understand human nature.

But for Catherine, to return to the city of Gokan with her son again, and to ascend the gates of the Earl's Court, this significance is by no means ordinary.

As a delicate rose from the imperial capital back then, she married far away to Gaokan City, which is on the border, which has surprised many people.

Although the Earl's court is higher than her family's, Phil's father, Matthew, is only the third child in the Earl's Court and has no hope of inheriting the title.

This is also the reason why Matthew chose to settle down on his own in a small town like Luoma Town after he was sealed.

As a result, the world is impermanent, and Phil's birth makes the whole thing go high and low, and it also makes Catherine bear a lot of unwarranted pressure and criticism.

Maybe it's because motherhood is strong, in the face of criticism, Catherine didn't say a word, but took her child to live her own peaceful life in a beautiful and rich place like Luoma Town.

Phil knew that Catherine, who seemed to be calm in the main hall at the moment, was not as calm as she seemed on the surface, and was just using this appearance to cover up her uneasiness.

Seeing that the invincible Great Demon King on weekdays also had such a weak heart, Phil's heart was a little funny and full of guilt.

Counting the days, two more days would be the days of deep sleep, and the departure would be ten days later, and by the time he opened his eyes again and could see the world clearly, they had already arrived in the city of Gokan.

The luckiest thing about him after he was reborn was not that he was born in a noble family, not that he had fine clothes and food, but that he could once again experience the happiness and warmth of a family.

Although Catherine is often angry, the daily noise is just an alternative way of expressing affection between mother and son, and even Campbell and Bertha are accustomed to it.

In his previous life, when he was born, his parents were in their 30s, and it was typical to marry late and have children later.

When he was just over 30 years old, he unexpectedly encountered the death of two old people one after another.

Phil still remembers the scene vividly, his father lying on the bed, and asked him to pull the curtains a little more, saying that he wanted to see more of the bright sunshine outside.

Before the old man knew it, several black-brown age spots had climbed on his thin hands, and the thin skin looked like a transparent membrane, with shriveled blue blood vessels and atrophied muscles underneath.

I haven't baked oil for a long time, my father's hair has turned gray and gray, and in his sunken eye sockets, his weather-beaten eyes are unexpectedly bright.

His father trembled and reached out to touch him.

He quickly lowered his head, grabbed his father's hand, and put it on his face.

He was busy with work all day, and often didn't bother to go home once in half a month, and he was shocked that before he knew it, his father had become so old and weak.

Because in his mind, his father's back was always so tall and strong, and his hands were always so strong and generous.

His father's hand was still warm, rubbing against his face.

He didn't say anything related to his condition, but told him again and again to take care of himself, get married early, and have a child.

Oriental culture, whether it is family affection or love, will always be very subtle and depressing in daily life.

If it weren't for his serious illness, he wouldn't even remember the last time he held his father's hand.

I only remember that when I was a child, my father would always put him on the beam of his bicycle, ride him to school, and then deliberately put his chin on his head, and every time he screamed and protested, he let out loud laughter.

So, in the warm sunshine of that afternoon, he held his father's hand and rubbed it again and again.

That was also the last time.

The father is still gone, walking peacefully, and the mourning ceremony is very simple.

Liu Hao, who was like a wooden man, in the cry of relatives and friends, under the command of the etiquette company, successfully completed the whole ceremony.

His expression was numb the whole time, and he didn't even cry all the time.

What makes him feel strange is that this feeling is very alienated, as if he is separated from the other people by an invisible membrane, coldly looking at everything that is happening around him, and even being able to rationally distinguish which people are really sad and which are just perfunctory on the scene.

It wasn't until he returned home, looking at the familiar and old furniture, and the yellowed photographs on the cabinets, that he slid down to the floor with his back against the wall.

Buried his face in his hands, he burst into tears, crying heartbreakingly.

Tears continued to drip from between his fingers, he always felt that his parents were not gone, the familiar smell around him was still there, the stove seemed to be still hot with his favorite meal, and the heat on his face was as if his father was still caressing his face.

And just like that, without eating, drinking, or even lighting the light, he sat in that corner all night.

It wasn't until the next day that he cleaned up and continued to get the finishing touches.

It's just that he feels like he's changed.

In the past, even though he was in his 30s, he always felt that he was a child, and there was always a harbor in this world that he could rely on.