209-Gift from Viscount




 
 Today, unusually, Nord Dad is relaxing in the dining room in the afternoon.

 He seems to have finally found some time to relax while I've been practicing hell with Elinora's sister, as the work that has been piling up while I've been practicing with Elinora's sister has settled down.

 Now he's enjoying that free time with his beloved wife, Mother Erna.

 Bartolo is picking up some ingenious cookies and chatting elegantly with her over a cup of tea.

 Erna's mother, who is sitting across from him, is in a very good mood with a smile that is 50 percent bigger than usual.

 Lately, Nord's father has been so busy that he hasn't been able to take this kind of time to relax. I guess he's happy to be able to spend some quality time with me.

 I'm relieved to see that Erna's mother hasn't been in a good mood lately, so I'm relieved to see that she's a child.

 As I'm relieved to see them enjoying themselves, I hear a discreet knock at the living room door.

 Judging by this subdued sound and rhythm, it must be Saara.

'Come in,'

 The one who came in through the door in response to Father Nord's voice was Saara, as I expected.

 She was holding some kind of carefully wrapped wooden box in her hand.

''Excuse me. ''Nordo-sama, we have received a gift from Viscount Doll.''

...again?

Yes.

 Father Nord asks with a bitter smile, and Saara replies with the same expression.

''You mean that Viscount Dole, right?''

'Oh, yes. They've been giving it to me ever since we met at a party in King's Landing.

Why don't you just tell him you don't want it?

'Hmmm, but he's a good person to meditate on that, right? I'm a former commoner, and they don't want to separate me from them, and I don't want to push them away...

 ...What is it? Basically, I'm supposed to be happy to get something for free, but this is troubling.

 Is it really that bad that they don't like these gifts?

 At any rate, since Mother Erna didn't raise her eyebrows when she heard it was a gift, I know that Viscount Doll is a man.

''.........Father Nord, who is this Viscount Doll?''

'Huh? Didn't Al say hello?

'See, you said hello after we left, so Al doesn't know.

 Apparently, he was the one who greeted me and Father Nord and the others after we parted ways.

''Viscount Dole is a nobleman who rules the land southwest of our home, and he's someone I became friends with at the last party.

The estate has plenty of cotton, furs, and yarn to go around, and we're exporting good quality cloth.

 Ah, so it's just above Eric's territory. When I was thinking like that, Erna's mother gave me more detailed information. It's very enlightening.

''Hmmm, so what's the problem with that nobleman?''

 Once I know the basic information, I ask for information about the doll viscount himself.

 Then, Father Nord and Mother Erna look at each other with a delicate expression.

 ........What? Could it be that Viscount Doll has some kind of s*xuality that he doesn't tell his children about?

 I'm inwardly jittery, and Dad Nord turns to me and slowly opens his mouth.

''Well to put it simply, I'm a doll lover.

What's all this?

 What a loss for me to get defensive.

What more could you have imagined beyond that level?

I don't know, I just thought he'd have a different personality or...

 Mother Erna gives me a jittery look, and as soon as I can, I give her a blunt answer.

 But I know there are a lot of pedophiles out there, and when I say more than that, none of it is new.

''So, did you get a doll from that doll viscount?''

 I pointed to the wooden box on the table and Dad Nord nodded as if it was.

'Yeah. Last time it was a little girl's doll I wonder what it is this time?

Let's just open it up.

 With that, Mother Erna unstraps the crate.

 I was curious about what kind of doll Viscount Doll had sent me, so I sat down on a chair and peeked in.

 And when Mother Erna opened the lid, there was a deformed doll dressed in Western armor.

 Mother Erna silently puts the lid down and holds up the doll.

''........Is it a knight's doll?''

Yeah.

 Is the blade two or five heads? It is a cute doll with a large head and short body and legs.

 The doll's face is covered with armor, but there is no facial expression, and its body and legs are also covered with gray armor. I'm sure the doll is a true representation of a knight in full armor.

 It's a very good idea to have a good time with your father.

The doll must be a replica of our knightly order. Even the armbands and lines have been recreated in great detail.

 And then Dad Nord passes it to me.

 I try to postulate and slap the knight doll that comes around.

 Yes, there's some very nice cotton in there, and it's very resilient. And thanks to the good cloth, the surface is very smooth.

 It's very comfortable to touch. Isn't this a very high quality doll? 

 How many years has it been since I've had time to touch a doll like this?

This is quite good.

'What? Did Al like that doll?

'Dolls are for girls to play with, so I didn't think Al would be interested.

 Mom Erna and Dad Nord react to my muttered words with a bit of surprise.

 Don't boys play with dolls much in this world?

 In a previous life, I was rather fond of dolls, though, rather male adults were quite fond of dolls - but no, that's a different doll than this one again. And it's not a cloth doll.

'Well, if you like it Al, I'll give it to you. It's just too much for me to handle if I take it.

'We've been having trouble having it because Elinora is like that and Silvio isn't very interested in it.

Oh, really? Okay, I'll take this.

 You did it. It would be great to sleep with a doll as comfortable as this one in your arms.

 I think I'm going to have some good dreams tonight.

Then you can have that little girl doll you gave me last time. Can you help me get it out of my office, Sarah?

I'm sorry, sir.

 Dad Nord asks, and Sarra gives a clean bow and walks out of the living room.

But then again, you're still the same weird kid who likes dolls.

 Mother Erna, who was sipping her tea, said that in a somewhat dumbfounded tone of voice.

 Well, it's not a world like the one in my previous life, and it's probably a bit of a rare occurrence for a man to like a doll.

 However, I don't have the heat to make an elaborate doll like Viscount Doll.

''But these dolls are pretty good quality, aren't they? It feels good to hold her in your arms while she sleeps, doesn't it?

..........

 Mother Erna becomes silent, as if she imagined the words I said.

 I hold out the knightly doll to her without saying a word, and she takes it without saying a word.

 Then I hug her tightly as if to check the comfort of the doll in my arms.

 Then I nodded my head to say it wasn't bad, and moved to the sofa in the living room, holding her in my arms.

 Perhaps it's because of Nord Dad's presence, Mother Erna lies down with a beautiful movement.

 Normally, she'd be lying down in a daze or with a sloppy, caterpillar-like motion.

 Lying on her back, Mother Erna hugs the knight doll to her chest as it is.

 You'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.

 It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

That's not so bad.

Right?

Well that's rather nice.

But I won't give it to you. That's because I got that one. As well as a girl doll.

 I say as I check on Mom Erna as she gets up groggily.

 'This doll is mine now.

"Al is my son, isn't he?

"Father Nord! Mother Erna is trying to take the doll away from me in a very mature manner!

 I sensed the disquiet in Mother Erna's words and cried out to Father Nord.

'Haha, Erna. I said I'd give the doll to Al, so...

'I know what you mean. I'm just saying.

 Father Nord chiding with a bitter smile, and Mother Erna being honest on the surface.

 But we know. That's pretty much what they want.

'I'll try to contact Viscount Doll to get some more. He seemed to want the reversible, and he'll send it to you as soon as you make it a priority.

Yeah, I get it, honey.

 Mom Erna's mood changes to a good mood when Dad smiles and tells her he'll get it right away.

 As usual, she's a chocolatey mother in the eyes of Nord Dad.