You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 415

"Good men and women..." — A serious young man, now one of the Dukes in the Empire, told tranquil to the novel crowd before him.

"Oh... so the Ball will officially begin now. I was thinking it is about time."

"!? Mother!" — The mutters of the Sylfinnier’s current Duchess were heard even if supposedly discreet, causing a nervous jolt in the young one truly concerned about giving others a good impression.

Norma Noverrne nonetheless to the sourness implied in Elenaide’s words posed indifferent to the comment. Paying attention to her admirable offspring who as he continued to speak, met the eyes of his Mother from the distance.

"Having you all under our roof is proof of the esteem we have for each other. Today, the celebration commemorated by the Noverrne’s Duchy is no less than this server’s ascension to the head of its honour... Those who had carried our name with property and grace are nonetheless here in our presence, accompanying their brood who is to follow their path, as well as those we are to serve for the blood of our First Emperor, that admired one we vowed to follow, flows in their vessels..."

A nod of satisfaction was given to her son the more Norma listened to a brief yet polished speech. And so, it was then that Clemente’s eyes drifted to meet some others.

The eyes of a proud father warmed up a strict young one’s heart further into excitement, being calmed down by the composure those to inherit the throne easily invoked in those who met their violet hues... However, the eyes of one who shared the soul of an ignorant outsider were also met in the end.

"..."

A pause of complex blank thoughts was taken by the young Clemente... for the anthracite hues he met were ones that were witnessing for the first time an admirable Title ascension, one aside her own, and were aware that no easy feat was behind such achievement.

In her pure essence, the awe was apparent in her whole silent being while innocent thoughts of support crossed her mind with palpable anticipation of what was to be told next... while the intoxication of the juices she held tightly enhanced the joy in her mood.

’Oh dayum~ I would be so nervous~! You can do it Clemente!!! You’ve got this! You look cool!! Take out more wine!!!’ — Her body’s composed yet warm language told as she witnessed the prominent scene... only impulsing the new Duke of Noverrne to resume his speech with a small impromptu, inspired by her interesting presence.

"A must is to say... that further honour has fallen upon our name and is heartfully felt in myself tonight for the Precious Ninth’s presence is also here to celebrate this occasion... Everyone’s presence is a delight for our house." — A polite bow was dedicated to the Lady who attentively listened now while a father and a crown prince peeked at the young duke and lady with similar, yet essentially different apprehensions. However, the new Noverrne’s duke was to continue giving a start to the wonderful event. Coming to trace those many others witnessing his fete with a prominent stance. — "I hereby declare and repeat before your eyes and ears the vow I offered to His Excellency, the Emperor Francois Maurice Di Frotschter... I, Clemente Noverrne, in respect and intense loyalty, once more am to place the name of my ancestors, my own and my descendence in the Frotschter Empire’s service. Looking over and working for a peaceful and prosperous Empire that is guarded by Fenrir’s force, the Noverrne’s archaic gem is to aid its protection and growth with the shine a luminous orb is to grant our sky... It shall remain embedded serving the Empire’s strength."

A deep reverence was displayed with wonderful elegance by the Duke of Noverrne, straightening up swiftly to raise his cup to signal the Ball’s beginning in its full greatness. A first applause was started by no less than Clemente’s proud parents. And the child who had listened in awe slowly joined the others in cheers, stunned for in her eyes, details she had failed to notice properly because of the many thoughts occupying her mind were made apparent thanks to Clemente’s words.

The emblems decorating the walls she had not paid much attention to before, now own a meaning and convey greater splendour as the significance behind its embroidered figure was learned.

’... archaic gem... it’s an archaic gem craved in the handle of a weapon...’ — Marianne understood as she observed a vast copper emblem decorating the wall behind Clemente. Smiling and expectant to learn in one of her father’s stories the roots of such pledge this Noverrne’s Duchy had dedicated to the Empire.

Said father, however, would not be able to tell it as long as both were staying under different roofs. Nevertheless, as he stood beside his child, Marianne’s intent stare on the Noverrne’s emblem was noticed, provoking a tender grin before commencing a small conversation with his dear daughter.

"We all swore our loyalty with our emblem in our hands before the Emperor. It is similar to how you received your emblem, sweetie." — Orland told his absorbed child, offering his arm so both could walk a little while conversing with each other. — "In our household’s case, we pledge our loyalty with our hands on the emblem and the Silvery Sword our ancestor Jorgen yielded, it’s only then and at war that the head of our household can carry it however." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"-..." — ’– What did you just say, mister??’

"Hm?? What is it?" — Orland asked to the halt of the girl, whose open eyes stared stunned at him, unable to believe something she had not expected had been learned so nonchalantly.

’... You say... that freaking god-level kind of sword still exists and that we have it... but you haven’t shown it to me???!’

"... Something I said must have surprised you, ahaha, yet what was it, dear? This time I cannot clearly tell~" — Nervous Orland’s chuckle made her blink once more before preparing her stack for a message. And once her reasons were told a louder laugh was let out, for in her sweetness, Marianne conveyed her wishes with a seemingly strict gaze, making a promise without space for the father to agree nor deny.