The Seven Ancesters
After falling asleep in a chair in the hall, I found myself in an unfamiliar room with my ancestors.
Why am I in a situation like this? Even I was unable to understand it.
“And wait…”
In the center of the room was a wide, circular table, and our seats encircled it. The chairs were large, and the backrest’s height exceeded my head.
They were seats appropriate of the high-class atmosphere of the room, but for some reason, some part of them lacked a sense of reality. Around the room, circular blue orbs were embedded in various places.
In the center of the table, a pale, glowing one existed.
『It was a mistake in your upbringing of him!?』
『It’s not me! In the first place, the Walt House is a male lineage, and what’s more, Lyle was officially set to be successor already! It’s definitely not my fault! If I was there when it happened, I would have smacked my son upside the head a few times!』
The Savage man and my grandfather gripped each other’s clothing as if to fight.
At a glance, it seems the savage man was superior, but the reactions from the rest of them were cold. They abandoned the two, and returned to their conversation with me.
From the hunter-garbed man from before, I sought an explanation.
『Let’s leave the two loud ones, and continue. Anyways, Lyle was set to be the ninth generation, but having lost to his sister, and having had the right to succeed taken from him, he was driven out of the house. There’s quite a few problems with the story already, but let’s leave that aside for now.』
He tried to move on, but there, the savage-styled man… Provincial Noble, and the founder of the Walt House, who spearheaded a group to cultivate the land, 【First Generation, Basil Walt】 opened his mouth.
『There’s no way I can let that one slide! The one who lost to a girl younger than himself was the next heir? Don’t screw with me!』
『You barbarian! What are you saying to my grandson!?』
My grandfather punched him into the air, but still, the reception was cold.
But in the cold air, the hunter… 【Second Generation, Crassel Walt】 casually ignored them.
『The problem lies elsewhere. Both of you, take a seat… Now then, normally, we would be against a woman succeeding the house. At the very least, I wouldn’t have accepted one as head, regardless of how proficient she may be, and I doubt my opinion will change.』
The Second’s opinion was agreed with by the third… 【Third Generation, Sleigh Walt】.
He wore the clothing of a low-ranking nobleman, and he gave off a somewhat frivolous feeling.
『Right, I mean, I was able to become head myself, and my son 【Max】 was head, even though I had a daughter too.』
Third Generation Sleigh was the first of the Walt House to be killed in battle. But the image of him that was passed down was that of a righteous commander, who headed up the rear guard as the King issued a retreat.
He’s said to be a man who, alone, defended an army of tens of thousands.
The man in front of my eyes didn’t give off an impression like that at all.
『Oy, you died before you became the head of anything, didn’t you!? Just how much troubles did you think I had to go through because of that!?』
This one was also wearing a noble’s vestments. But just like the Second Generation, he had the aura of a wise man.
【Fourth Generation, Max Walt】 was the leader when the Walt House reached baron-hood.
And the fifth generation gave a sigh.
【Fifth Generation, Fredricks Walt】 was supposedly the most lustful of the Walt Family. Even with a wife, he apparently had four mistresses.
But unlike my mental image of him, he didn’t give of such a laid back air.
『Hah, quit it. Everyone has their troubles. Of course, I did as well.』
There, the red haired, wild-looking, Sixth Generation nodded. 【Sixth Generation, Fiennes Walt】 was the individual who used underhanded means to elevate the house to Count Status.
The Seven AncestersAfter falling asleep in a chair in the hall, I found myself in an unfamiliar room with my ancestors.Why am I in a situation like this? Even I was unable to understand it.“And wait…”In the center of the room was a wide, circular table, and our seats encircled it. The chairs were large, and the backrest’s height exceeded my head.They were seats appropriate of the high-class atmosphere of the room, but for some reason, some part of them lacked a sense of reality. Around the room, circular blue orbs were embedded in various places.In the center of the table, a pale, glowing one existed.『It was a mistake in your upbringing of him!?』『It’s not me! In the first place, the Walt House is a male lineage, and what’s more, Lyle was officially set to be successor already! It’s definitely not my fault! If I was there when it happened, I would have smacked my son upside the head a few times!』The Savage man and my grandfather gripped each other’s clothing as if to fight.At a glance, it seems the savage man was superior, but the reactions from the rest of them were cold. They abandoned the two, and returned to their conversation with me.From the hunter-garbed man from before, I sought an explanation.『Let’s leave the two loud ones, and continue. Anyways, Lyle was set to be the ninth generation, but having lost to his sister, and having had the right to succeed taken from him, he was driven out of the house. There’s quite a few problems with the story already, but let’s leave that aside for now.』He tried to move on, but there, the savage-styled man… Provincial Noble, and the founder of the Walt House, who spearheaded a group to cultivate the land, 【First Generation, Basil Walt】 opened his mouth.『There’s no way I can let that one slide! The one who lost to a girl younger than himself was the next heir? Don’t screw with me!』『You barbarian! What are you saying to my grandson!?』My grandfather punched him into the air, but still, the reception was cold.But in the cold air, the hunter… 【Second Generation, Crassel Walt】 casually ignored them.『The problem lies elsewhere. Both of you, take a seat… Now then, normally, we would be against a woman succeeding the house. At the very least, I wouldn’t have accepted one as head, regardless of how proficient she may be, and I doubt my opinion will change.』The Second’s opinion was agreed with by the third… 【Third Generation, Sleigh Walt】.He wore the clothing of a low-ranking nobleman, and he gave off a somewhat frivolous feeling.『Right, I mean, I was able to become head myself, and my son 【Max】 was head, even though I had a daughter too.』Third Generation Sleigh was the first of the Walt House to be killed in battle. But the image of him that was passed down was that of a righteous commander, who headed up the rear guard as the King issued a retreat.He’s said to be a man who, alone, defended an army of tens of thousands.The man in front of my eyes didn’t give off an impression like that at all.『Oy, you died before you became the head of anything, didn’t you!? Just how much troubles did you think I had to go through because of that!?』This one was also wearing a noble’s vestments. But just like the Second Generation, he had the aura of a wise man.【Fourth Generation, Max Walt】 was the leader when the Walt House reached baron-hood.And the fifth generation gave a sigh.【Fifth Generation, Fredricks Walt】 was supposedly the most lustful of the Walt Family. Even with a wife, he apparently had four mistresses.But unlike my mental image of him, he didn’t give of such a laid back air.『Hah, quit it. Everyone has their troubles. Of course, I did as well.』There, the red haired, wild-looking, Sixth Generation nodded. 【Sixth Generation, Fiennes Walt】 was the individual who used underhanded means to elevate the house to Count Status.
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