Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 915



915 – Congratulations are congratulations and this is this – 2

When he went to the Baronial Estate of Atini, Florence was in Lise’s arms, but when he returned to the mansion, she came back in his arms.

And even after spending a few weeks in the Baronial domain of Atini, the pilgrimage to the holy place in front of the mansion showed no sign of abating. In fact, it seemed to be even more frequent than when I escaped.

‘Should I have held out longer?’

For a moment, I had that thought, but I shook my head quietly and shook off the bad thought.

If it is for the peace of our family, it is right to hold out in the Barony of Artini. However, if we think of my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and furthermore, the servants of the Baron of Nyard, we should refrain from excessively long-term stays. Because of Florence’s birth, the news that our family is staying in the Barony of Artini has begun to spread.

Of course, the pilgrims gathered because it was the ‘Saint’s Mansion’, and they didn’t rush to the Atini Barondom because I teleported to the mansion at the same time every day and waved my hand. Unfortunately, the nobles showed a different pattern from the pilgrims.

‘Nobles are not entitled to visit as guests.’

While believers and priests who have no connection to me dare not meet a living saint, the nobility of the empire has the minimum qualification to ask me for a promise, saying, ‘When can I meet you?’ In fact, a letter has been flying into the Barondom of Atini for the past few days.

Fortunately, the nobles are people of sense, reason, and common sense, so they sent me a letter on the premise that I would return to my mansion, but if my stay in the Barony of Atini is prolonged, they might come to Atini out of the blue. That would be a problem.

So I returned to the mansion, which was still bustling with pilgrims. With Lize having given birth, I believed that this level of commotion would be okay.

“Hey, would it be possible to have a small service at Tilglehen?”

“yes?”

However, I didn’t know that a surprise event would greet me as soon as I returned to the mansion.

“Worship?”

I wondered if I had misheard, so I asked my mother again.

Towards her mother, who came running into the mansion upon hearing the news of the birth of her new granddaughter, and who smiled brightly upon seeing Florence.

‘Have you become more energetic these days?’

It seems that the aftereffects of Florence’s illness have belatedly come to her. She must have become very weak, to the point where she can’t even hear what her mother said just before.

Mom, did I mishear you? Just a few minutes ago, we were seeing a warm three-generation scene. A grandmother who was happy to see her granddaughter, and a son who smiled at the sight. It was a perfect scene without a single flaw.

But, adding worship to that warmth? What on earth is going on?

“that is…”

My mother hesitated, rolling her eyes from side to side, as if she had read my complicated feelings.

It was a grateful gesture of consideration for my son’s feelings. But more than anything, that gesture clearly proved that what I had heard was not wrong.

“I’ve been receiving letters from the heads of the Imperial Count family recently. They say they never thought they would witness such a miraculous feat as canonization while they were still alive, much less that it would be from the Imperial Count family.”

“I didn’t know I would become an adult either.”

My mother cringed even more at those heartfelt words.

It was a miracle that my son was beatified, but then the miracle of him becoming a saint happened. As a mother, I would be lying if I said I was not proud and amazed.

But if your son suffers because of your proud and amazing lifetime achievements, it’s a different story.

“That, that’s right. Since it was an unexpected event even for the person involved, wouldn’t others be even more surprised and proud? So, how noble and sacred would a service attended by adults be… I’ve been receiving letters asking me to do so…”

As the story went on, my mother’s voice became quieter and quieter.

It is a sad sight. A mother watching her son’s expression. What an unfilial and heartbreaking sight.

But unfortunately, the mother’s actions were indeed justified. It was enough to ask the family, “Do you want to go to church together?”, but she went beyond the level of going together and told them to become the idol of the church. The mother who brought this up must have had complicated feelings.

‘How bad must it have been for you.’

Still, I couldn’t help but feel resentful towards my mother, because I could guess how much she had suffered to say something like that. I could guess what process she had gone through to say those words.

The Imperial Counts, despite their authority and power, are somewhat detached from the Imperial aristocracy, so there are many cases where Imperial Counts, who are only thirty years old, build close friendships. Didn’t your father have many Imperial Count friends that he had built friendships with since childhood?

This is no different for the wives who take care of the household of the Imperial Family. Although the current mistress of the Crassius family is thin, the connections that her mother has built up over a long period of time are still strong. Thanks to this, it seems that the contacts of the Imperial Family mistresses have been pouring in to her mother.

‘This is difficult.’

I unconsciously touched my chin and fell into deep thought.

The Imperial Counts are the Emperor’s direct vassals, the final shield that protects the Imperial Family, and a powerful sword that punishes enemies. This means that whenever the Empire is in trouble, the Imperial Counts are the first to join the fight. In fact, the Imperial Counts’ participation rate was considerable in the last two Northern Wars and the Eastern War about 30 years ago.

And when a husband, father, or son goes off to war, the women left behind enter into a prayer meta. Please, let our family return safely. Please, God protect our family.

But is there an adult from the same Imperial Family? And he is a young man with many military experiences and a mother in her 40s, not a squat old man?

‘I would have asked you to do it too.’

After looking at it from a third-party perspective, I could understand the hostesses’ request. If it were me, I would have asked for it secretly.

“I have been given the title of saint, but I cannot boast that my faith is superior to that of others. Of course, I do not know the proper procedures for worship. If that is not a problem, I can pray with you.”

After a brief moment of deliberation, I conditionally agreed to my mother’s offer.

As the real power of the Empire, I will not be immortal, and someday, Pedi will have to take my place as the Imperial Count. Like it or not, the Crassius family is in a position where they have to worry about maintaining friendly relations with the other Imperial Count families.

However, for the family of the Imperial Counts to turn their backs on and ignore them as soon as they are canonized is nothing short of a diplomatic disaster. This is an atrocity that would not have been tolerated even if the Crassius family were an imperial family, not an Imperial Count family.

‘What do you want to hear from your descendants?’

I am an adult, but I am a ‘living’ adult. I am not a being who deserves to be revered after death, but an adult who deserves attention for every word and action. Rather, I need to be more careful about my words and actions than before I was canonized.

That’s why I accepted this somewhat awkward request. If this acceptance increases my friendship with the Imperial Hundred Clans, then it’s a good deal.

“Is that okay? It’s not my place to say anything, but you don’t have to push yourself too hard. I can explain it to the other wives as well.”

“It’s okay. It’s impossible to spend your entire life without meeting nobles. In that case, wouldn’t it be better to meet your fellow Imperial Hundred people first?”

Unless I plan to live out my life in a remote valley or in a secluded church, I’m sure I’ll have to respond to countless requests for handshakes from noblemen at some point.

In that case, it would be easier to recruit the Imperial Counts and use them as a shield, just like how I appointed Count Trvan as my gatekeeper. If you want to get to me, you should first get through Count Trvan and the Imperial Counts.

“Thank you. It must have been a difficult request, but thanks to you, I can save face as a mother.”

Only then did my mother let out a faint sigh and smile.

It is such a shame to think that he must have been caught between the requests of the Imperial Hundred families and the regret he felt towards his son.

“Well, now that we’re done with the important stuff.”

After seeing that mother, he picked up Florence from the cradle.

“Please play with Florence again. Our youngest will enjoy being with Grandma.”

Finally, he handed Florence over to his mother.

The somewhat gloomy atmosphere can be relieved with a huge cuteness. Let’s blow away the mother’s worries with Florence.

“Ah- uh-“

Florence also did not hesitate or whine when held in her grandmother’s arms, but only wiggled slightly.

As expected, children know how to recognize people who are kind and harmless to them. They are so gentle in their grandmother’s arms.

***

While I was fishing, Georg, who was next to me, opened his mouth.

“Hey. Are you thinking of taking donations?”

“what?”

It was such a strange statement that I couldn’t help but ask a question.

Donation? What does that mean? Has this guy lost his mind because he’s been unemployed?

“I heard that your son, Saint Karl, will soon be holding a service with the ladies of the Imperial Counts. The saint is dedicating himself to the cause of not only the brotherhood of the Imperial Counts, but also peace of mind. As a former Imperial Count, I should at least make an offering for the saint.”

I fiddled with my fishing rod while watching Georg giggle.

‘Worship.’

This is the first time I’ve heard of it. My wife went to the church today to see her newborn granddaughter, but did she bring up the subject of worship then?

This is truly an incredible driving force. It was only two hours ago that his wife went to the system. In the meantime, they managed to hold a meeting that wasn’t a meeting of the Imperial Family. Even though it was a meeting of the wives who were not members of the Imperial Family, it was still a wonderful thing.

‘How did this guy do that?’

What’s even more surprising is that Georg already knows something that even I, the husband of the woman and father of Karl, don’t know.

“Hehe, my retirement life is longer than yours. I have eyes and ears spread out everywhere.”

As if he read the question in my eyes, Georg shrugged and continued.

“You’re really good at embellishing the story of how you spent your retirement years wandering around here and there.”

“Isn’t that the quality of a nobleman?”

I nodded silently, thinking that it was true. It was the duty of a nobleman to decorate even the most insignificant sentences to make them look good.

“Anyway, if you don’t plan on receiving donations, then please include me in the service. I have nothing to do these days, but if I listen to the adults’ service, I feel like I’ll go to heaven when I die.”

“Are you treating someone else’s son as the key to heaven?”

“Oh my! Before he was your son, Saint Karl was everyone’s saint!”

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For a moment, I seriously considered pushing this thing into the lake.