The Fourth Generation flew into a rage, but without being able to do anything to alter the flow of the room, and perhaps because he had a pessimistic personality from the start, he took it on.
After that, the rule making continued.
『Saying personal names, or pops, or grandfather will probably make Lyle confused, so how about we just make it uniform by saying which generation?』
As the Third Generation said that, there wasn’t any particular opposition.
『Well then, to take Lyle’s minimalistic Mana reserve into consideration, how do we keep conversations to a minimum?』
“… Was I just casually dissed?”
The Fifth Generation voiced that clearly. I get the feeling he was the one with the least amount of mercy here.
『I mean, it’s miniscule, isn’t it? Just how do you go about running out of fuel after just a few shots of magic? It’s at a level where it can’t be used in real combat. 』
As the ancestors continued to complain about my low Mana, the rule making ended. And wait, I’m pretty sure I’ve trained quite a bit, so being told it was small was actually quite unexpected.
『Oy, don’t ignore me, people! Aren’t I supposed to be the First Generation of the Walt House!? I’m a super VIP!』
Even after coming this far, none present had tried listening to anything the First Generation was saying.
Hearing that, the Second Generation gave a scornful laugh. It appeared that there was some discord between the First and Second.
The Facilitator, the Fourth Generation, adjusted the positioning of his glasses as he approved the First’s proposal.
『We’re being conscious of conserving Mana here, so please keep it short, First Generation.』
『… At least throw in a –sama somewhere in there… Oh, my business was with Lyle’s sister. She was a perfect girly with a certain atmosphere, was it? Lyle, there’s something I’d like to ask.』
“Sure.”
He was giving off a much more serious air than usual, as he stared at me in earnest.
『That sister of yours prettier than her age might suggest, or just a beauty, right? What’s more enough that you would call it unnatural? Men must come by for her hand, right?』
After being told that, I thought for a bit. Despite her being only thirteen, she was a little sister where the word voluptuous was most fitting.
Naturally, while my parents didn’t approve of it, there were numerous marriage proposals. Even so, there were even men from Houses with names known across the land.
“Let’s see. For her age… I won’t say her entire body was favored, but she was pretty. Rather than childishly cute, she was truly a beautiful person, appearance-wise.”
『I see. Let me add on another, but you said the atmosphere in the manor became strange, right? Until you became ten, it was completely normal, right? And that it suddenly changed…』
As it was a painful memory, I silently nodded. I continued to struggle to be looked at, but that was never rewarded.
『There’s no doubt about it!』
The First Generation slammed his fist on the table, and grandly declared the truth he reached about my sister.
『Your sister… Celes is a monster!』
“… What?”
『『『… uwah…』』』
The air instantly became doubtful. While the air around him was much more diligent than usual, and the surroundings were earnestly listening to him, this was the result.
The Fourth generation signaled the end of today’s meeting.
『Okay. We’ve decided the rules today, so let’s wrap this up here. It’s best if we avoid having a meeting every day, but if there’s ever a need for one, we’ll contact you from this side, Lyle.』