The Noble Lady of the Sinking Ship, Disguising her Young Brother as her Son, Stubbornly Survives in the Neighboring Country! – Chapter 28

𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖: 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

Lord Montyver is expected to enjoy tea with the Marchioness. I, along with Florenci, tried to exit the study room with such thoughts, but we were stopped at the same time.

“Please wait.”

“Just hold on a moment.”

We are invited to join them for tea. As freeloaders, we don’t have the right to refuse, so we had to join them.

In the morning, we savored the almond cookies I baked, together with tea.

“Lord Montyver, um, these cookies, they were baked by Okaa-san. They’re the world’s best cookies!”

I tried to silence Florenci, but it was too late.

He never boasts about himself, but he freely talks about me.

He doesn’t need to even tell Lord Montyver.

When I reluctantly glanced at his reaction, he was giving a gentle smile to Florenci.

“Oh, is that so? Your Okaa-san is a good cook, then.”


I was nervous about what I would do if he tried to court me in front Florenci, but Lord Montyver did not break his gentlemanly demeanor.

I inwardly thought that he has a good sense of decency.

“Ren, you don’t need to call me Lord Montyver. Uncle Leon is fine.”

When he suggested this, Florenci’s eyebrows dropped.

“Lord Montyver is not an uncle, but a big brother.”

“Oh, really? That’s nice.”

“Why did you say you’re an uncle?”

“The young knights at work call me uncle. Isn’t that terrible?”

“Yes, it is terrible.”

Florenci puffed up his cheeks and cutely got angry. Not just Lord Montyver, but the Marchioness also couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“I’ll call you Big Brother Leon from now on!”

“Ren, thank you. You’re a good kid.”

The tea party ended in a friendly atmosphere.

Today, along with Ren, we saw off Lord Montyver.

“Big Brother Leon, please come to play again!”

“Yes, I’ll come again soon.”

Even without saying that, Lord Montyver would have come anyway. What a promise he made. I sighed inwardly.

It seems that my feelings showed on my face. Lord Montyver pointed it out.

“Huh, Ren’s Okaa-san doesn’t look very happy.”

While feeling a start, I deny it and cover it up.

“No, not at all, I’m very much looking forward to it.”

“Then I might come by before going to work tomorrow.”

Ah?! I want to be praised for not screaming out.

“Lord Montyver is a busy person, if you come so frequently, you won’t have any time for yourself.”

“My personal time is pretty much non-existent anyway.”

I don’t quite understand, but it seems that as a knight, serving under Prince Ghodrove, his life isn’t as free as I thought.

“Lara, Ren, see you.”


We bid him farewell and watched him leave.

The next day――as declared, Lord Montyver came over before going to work.

Florenci is thrilled.

He devoured the churros I made, exclaiming delicious, delicious, and left like the wind.

Apparently, he declined Florenci’s offer to see him off and ran off to work.

Did he really have to come over when he didn’t have time?

I can’t help but find him hard to understand, as always.


Every day, the Marquis household receives a large volume of letters and gifts. One of my duties is to sort through these.

Until now, the letters were apparently tossed into the fireplace without checking the sender.

When I asked what if the letter was from someone important, the Marchioness replied with a wistful look, “There was no one important.”

I was wondering what to say, but the Marchioness started opening the letters, saying it wasn’t good to leave things as they were.

From that day on, it seemed like she stopped disposing of the letters without reading them.

The Marchioness had become more positive than before, but in front of the letter received today, she sighed.

“Marchioness, what’s wrong?”

“There’s a birthday party for the queen coming up, but I haven’t been to a soiree(evening party) in years, so I’m reluctant.”

She seemed to have been throwing away the invitations without opening them until now.

She was fine with it then, but now that she knows she’s been invited, she can’t pretend not to see it.

“If I attend now, the others would feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t think that’s the case.”

“I’m sure it is.”

She seemed to be pondering, with her hand on her forehead for a while, then suddenly turned to look at me.

“That’s it! Lara, would you participate in my place?”

“Me, Ma’am?”

“Yes. I think it could be a good change of pace.”

I, a person from Vulcano, am I allowed to attend a soiree in Binemöer?

Considering it’s a birthday party for the queen, there’s a possibility that nobles from Vulcano are participating. It would be terrible if I accidentally bumped into someone I know.

“Hey, Lara, please.”

Marchioness holds my hand tightly, pleading.

When she asks like this, I can’t refuse.

“I, I understand.”

I agreed to attend the Queen’s birthday party as a representative of the Marchioness.

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