It's not my home, but it feels warm.

In the inner fort, I know almost all the people. Although not everyone has a good attitude towards me, in an unfamiliar environment, the familiarity that these people inadvertently reveal still makes me feel that this place is not bad. While talking about the siege ahead, the two Valan servants raked the sun-soaked haystack and lifted it to the roof. A thin, wood-like cook was holding a pot full of water with three fish swimming in it, and as he passed by us, one of the fish splashed the water all over the chef's face with its tail. Smoke rose from the bakery, the smell of toast filled the yard, a cat climbed onto the roof, and a little girl trying to catch it brought a ladder to climb up to attack it. A dog was napping by the coop, and the hens were too frightened to go back to their cages, and a maid squatted aside, and reached into the coop to pluck the eggs, which she put in her apron, which was already squeezed next to each other. An old man with a hand full of flour yelled at the maid in the distance, telling her to pick it up quickly.

On the way to dinner, the boyars, who had just finished watching the farce, came out and went to a clean storeroom to eat. The storeroom was filled with wooden tables and benches, and several women were placing the large breads in the basket on top of the table, one by one. These breads were similar to those eaten by the sailors on the ship, with a depression in the middle, which could be used to make bowls. After the bread is arranged, an old man with a bucket of broth will pour a scoop of soup on top of each loaf of bread. Roasted garlic and roasted onions are great seasonings, and large slices of roasted half-cooked beef and lamb are topped with plenty of spicy spices, and the meat is piled up like a hill. For these boyars to eat as much as they like. Inside the bucket outside the door, there was only half a bucket of water. At this time, two chubby children were carrying a box full of apples and pears and dumping them into the barrel. The two children giggled, and the bucket was soon filled with fruit, soaked in water, and every boyar who entered the door would pick up a fruit or two, munch on it, and the juice ran down his mouth.

A bell was being struck in the distance, and a boyar sat on the floor in the doorway, pulling out his flute and playing cheerful music. Some boyars danced nimbly with their arms folded and half-squatting. Soon, there were as many as six boyars dancing, and they formed a circle, and pulled in the maid who was passing by with eggs in her apron, and the maid was so frightened that she tried desperately to protect her eggs, but one of them broke, and each of these boyars kissed her. before letting her go. As soon as the maid got back to the kitchen, the old man grabbed her ears and the flour stuck to her face, making her look pitiful and funny.

At dinner. The inner fort of the Romanov family was filled with jubilation.

The three Kugits were led by the servants to dine with the boyars, and as we passed through Iyu had already drunk with one boyar. The people around are all around to bet on who will vomit first.

Copernicus and I were led by a beautiful girl to the restaurant inside the fortress. At the door of the restaurant, we were greeted by Yuri's maid. Or his mistress.

She greeted Copernicus happily, in Swadia.

When Copernicus had heard this, he pointed out two grammatical errors in her, and the maid laughed heartily, saying that she thanked Copernicus so that she would not make a fool of herself in front of outsiders in the future.

When the maid had finished greeting Copernicus, she gave me a meaningful look, and she led us to the dining room.

Three maids lined up walked towards the door with their heads bowed, holding empty plates, and passed us.

The Romanovs knew how to live very well, and two or three hundred miles away from here, people were roasting human flesh on a fire using human bones, and in this place, the Romanovs used smokeless high-grade wood to make a fire to roast tender beef.

When I entered the dining room, several Romanov cousins sat together, one of them nodded and smiled at me, and the other two just glanced at me and Copernicus and continued to talk. Vladimir wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, as if he had only arrived here for a short time. That 'aunt' also appeared. There was also a man with almost the same face as Vladimir, but twenty years younger, and next to him sat several girls, who were making fun of each other. The stone room was long, with many candlesticks on the walls and many decorations, but it still didn't make it look less empty. Yuri hadn't yet appeared, and behind his seat, on the left and right sides of the display armor, this armor was polished, one Varan-esque and the other Swadia-like. In the middle of the armor, there is a huge deer head, and the deer's eyes are blood-red, which looks a little scary. I don't know how the Romanovs were able to eat in such an environment.

The dishes on the table were more hearty, with pigeon soup and roast chicken stuffed with mushrooms, the skin of the roast chicken was crunchy and topped with cream. In front of everyone's seat, there are glasses, but only Yuri's glass in front of his seat is crystal clear, and everyone else's glass is a little cloudy. The Romanovs did not like to use sterling silver cutlery, all of which were wrapped in a wooden handle that fit the hand, which in the eyes of the princes of the past was probably the habit of hillbillies. The bread was cut into slices and placed where everyone could reach, and the soup was served on a deep-mouthed plate instead of on top of a loaf of bread. These plates are imported from the East and have a quirky blue pattern on them, which looks chic and quirky.

Copernicus and I were led by the maid to the two seats at the end of the right.

Catherine and her father appeared, which elicited excited chuckles from several Romanov maidens, who were talking fiercely about something. Didn't that aunt say that few people knew about the marriage contract? Could it be that she is talking about the fact that few people outside the Romanov family know about it? I glanced at Catherine, and she looked at me indifferently, her eyes full of strange calm, but when she noticed that I was also looking at her. There seemed to be a smile in his eyes. Ekaterina never smiled at me, what's going on.

She said just now. What will Yuri tell me?

I'm still wondering. He was blindfolded.

"Guess I''m '''Ahhhhhh ```”

The gentle fingers suddenly twitched away when they touched my eyes, and halfway through the sentence, they suddenly turned into exclamations.

When I turned back, I saw Mycella.

"Victor, you're in the eye," she poked her head over to see what was going on, "Oh my God." What's wrong with you, so careless'''"

This sentence made me feel the warmth of the Romanov family at once.

In the days of absence, Mycera has lost a lot of weight, her face has become more slender from roundness, the loveliness of her face is diminishing, and demure and grace are beginning to appear. I was amazed at how much taller she had grown in the time I had gone. This made her face beautiful and moving. Her skin also became fairer and more delicate, and a few strands of hair were scattered from her forehead. You can almost see the shallow roots of hair buried in the skin. Her hair color is lighter than that of her sisters, with only a small amount of Yuri's brownish-black color, which is presumably related to her mother. Her eyes were a little bigger than they used to be because her face was starting to become elongated. The swaying eyes are like two raindrops reflecting the morning light.

"Ah, what does that make me say?"

She shook her palms in front of my hurt eyes and fanned a little wind. "Can't you see it, can't you see it?"

“```。”

I felt a burst of gloomy gaze. I frowned and turned my head away. I found that Ekaterina had just withdrawn her gaze and looked at the plate in front of her in a daze.

"Victor? Victor? "Mysella is calling me.

"Ah, Micella."

"Why are you hurt?" She asked, dissatisfied. "Why did you get so ugly?"

I was a little unable to answer the question, and she asked it as if I had begged someone to stab me in the face. But when I think about it, I carried the Nord's head to negotiate with the Nords, and I didn't scare them, it was really like chasing the Nords and begging them to give me a knife.

"Are you okay?" I thought about it for a long time, but I squeezed out such a sentence. I'm not your family anymore, Mycella.

"You can't see people like this." She frowned and said, "I've got a lot of interesting people to meet you." ”

She said this without a clue.

"I don't think it's been a long time since I've seen you." It might be hard in the future, Michela.

"Who told you not to come back?" She leaned her head close to me, as if trying to see the scar more clearly.

Her sisters seemed to be eating and laughing, Catherine was talking to a knight, and the aunt seemed to sit at the end of the darkness, greedily looking at the light brought by her family, smiling as if she were participating in the discussion.

At this time, there was a burst of voices outside the door, such as 'Yuri-sama', 'sama', and 'acting castle lord'.

The atmosphere in the restaurant immediately subsided.

Yuri appeared in the dining room dressed up, and when he came in, he walked to his seat without hesitation, as if he didn't see Mycera standing and talking to me, but he said as he went, "Micella, go back to your seat." Behind Yuri, there were many members of the Romanov family, and these people immediately found someone with whom they had a good relationship and sat together. Alexei did not appear.

Mysera pursed her lips, glanced at me with an expression that didn't bother me anymore, closed her eyes and raised her nose, and flicked her hair towards her seat, feeling like an elf sleepwalking on the scent of the scent, but with an unusually arrogant expression.

She sat down almost at the same time as Yuri.

At the moment of taking his seat, Yuri spoke almost immediately, "This is where the Romanovs are." Except for my guests, let's go out. ”

With the exception of Yuri's mistress, all the servants who were preparing to serve the meal were taken aback, because the dishes had not yet been served. But when his mistress left, all of them began to turn and go out through four different doors, and gently closed them.

"Daddy Vladimir, who else have we dined with in this place, apart from the Romanovs and Romanov guests?"

"Kid, what's wrong with you?"

"You're just telling me, do you remember anyone dining here?"

"No, kid."

The table that had been buzzing after sitting down seemed to be drained of air and stagnated for a moment, and then a whisper began to spread among the neighbors. Everyone is guessing who touched the mold.

"Anton." Yuri stared at a young man in the distance, "How many people have died in our family?" Ever since you came to this side of the mountain? ”

"Uh''Your Excellency?"

"Tell me."

"Three people," said Anton, "two are illegitimate children." ”

"Yego! Lad! ”

A boy who was almost seven years old struggled to raise his head at the end of his seat, "Uncle! ”

"Do you know a family member who died?"

"I know."

"Mikhail!" Once again, Yuri called a name.

A weak man replied softly, "Yes, sir." ”

At this time, everyone was a little frightened by Yuri's crazy actions, and everyone was trembling and ready to answer Yuri's questions at any time.

"Of the three people who died, one was born brightly, and the other was illegitimate children. What are their names? ”

"This, naturally, is Romanov, glorious Romanov."

"Okay, Romanov! So, the one next to Mikhail, you seem to be the illegitimate son of my brother, I can't remember your name, you tell me, these people died a difference between high and low? ”

"It makes no difference." A fat, stocky man replied gloomily, "I saw them die in front of me." One was held hostage and had his head crushed by a hammer at the head of the city, while the other two charged side by side on the battlefield and were stabbed to death with spears. ”

"Okay. Bastards can also die honorably. Do they feel honored for the family? ”

"Yes." "It has to be." "Yes." A buzz of echo.

"Has anyone ever thought about leaving this dangerous family and going for a different way of living, a different fate, and a comfortable place?"

"Nope." "Not until death." "Where to start."

"Well, here, in this Romanov walled with blood and bones. Through these sacrificed family members, our family can finish their meals here with peace of mind, so as to better serve the family. Which of you has not been to the battlefield. Which of you did not come close to dying in vain. Which of you is not responsive to the call of the family. You should feel honored to sit and eat here, and you should not let outsiders share in it! ”

A timid girl was frightened and cried, and Mysera put her arms around her shoulders and comforted him.

"Today, there is my family here, and there are some of my distinguished guests." He looked at me, "Not you, Mr. Stranger," he looked at Copernicus, "Sir, my maid said that you would tell me something." It's good, it's good. Then please stay and have dinner with my family. The gentleman next to you, you are in the wrong place, please leave where the Romanovs dined. ”

"Huh?" I was at a loss for a moment, "This'''"

Yuri was like smoke from a crater, he clenched his fists to support himself, leaned his tall body towards me, and slammed the table with a hard blow, and the cutlery jumped in front of several of his seats.

"Leave! Open! This! Village! His voice was like thunder, and I felt a wave of fear and stood up weakly.

"Get out!"

I fled.

Mysella, for unknown reasons, protested loudly, "Father! ”

Yuri ignores his daughter.

I walked to the door, and the maid who had been listening to the door opened it for me.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say a word.

"Shh The maid smiled and said, "Yuri-sama will meet you later." I'll take you elsewhere to eat. Your bachelor will do it all for you, won't you. (To be continued.) )