After becoming pregnant, she had been sleeping more. Agatha woke up slowly and went to the restaurant, where she had breakfast on the terrace with Enoch.
The south, where spring had arrived, had much warmer air than the capital.
Near the end of the meal.
Second Vice-Captain, Hubert Karwen, approached and reported.
“It is said that today, several of Nobilis’ relatives were caught trying to enter the castle.”
At las.
“Who are you?”
Enoch reacted quickly. He put down the bread he was cutting to give to Agatha and grabbed the sword at his waist.
“Here is the list.”
“I see there are a lot of people here.”
Hubert presented a scroll containing a list of relatives he had visited.
Agatha elegantly put down her jam knife and checked the scroll Enoch had handed her.
Most of them were like sparrows, attached to the first-ranking successor faction of other countries and passing on information.
Agatha smiled as she checked the long list.
“Why did these people come here?”
“They said they came to congratulate Madam.”
The congratulatory remarks are just an excuse, an expression of intent to stick with them.
During that time, the Nobilis Castle did not allow any intruders.
Spies were immediately banished or imprisoned upon discovery.
Nothing suspicious could enter.
Except for the territorial borders and the minimum number of troops required for each castle, all Nobilis troops and thousands of Aratus Knights were guarding this place, Nobilis Castle.
Since the fetus had already been in the womb for more than five months, it was only natural that some people would start to take notice.
“What will you do, my lord?”
"...”
Enoch stared at Agatha in silence. Agatha put down the scroll and looked out across the terrace.
Under the clear sky.
It seemed as if something was vaguely visible beyond that distant castle.
“Tell them to go back since it’s not necessary. I know we’re not sincere to each other, so I don’t think there’s any need to waste your energy.”
"All right."
When the next head of the family is born, family discipline will naturally be established.
It would have been nice if it had been sorted out before then, but now it didn't matter whether it was sorted out or not.
The power of the relatives was greatly reduced by eliminating the second-ranking heir to Nobilis.
Next to her was a strong husband who would always stand up for her.
“Enoch. Would you like to have dessert at the flower garden? I heard the spring flowers are blooming very beautifully.”
“Good idea. Tell Leon to go and check out the sponsorship.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Time passed quickly like a sweet dessert and the day of birth arrived.
Agatha's labor began as the royal council and her personal doctor, the Emperor's shadow, and knights including Enoch stood by beyond the curtain to guard against any possible poisoning attempt.
Outside, Nobilis' vassals were hoping for a safe birth.
Inside, there was hot water and clean clothes, and she was busy following the instructions of the council members.
Even Enoch, was pale and restless as he listened to the birth process from beyond the curtain.
As soon as the baby was born, Enoch went to his wife and wiped her sweaty forehead.
The trembling lips fell upon the pale cheeks. Agatha smiled.
“Were you worried?”
"...No."
With a face that is not like that at all.
The man was holding a small bundle in his large arms. It was something Enoch and her had chosen to make together.
The members of the National Assembly said while offering health supplements.
“Congratulations, Marchioness. You have a beautiful baby boy.”
"Yes...?"
It was the birth of Nobilis and Aratus, the successor.
“The baby is very pretty, just like you. Would you like to see it now?”
"Yes."
Enoch showed them the baby in swaddling clothes.
“It’s a boy, so it’s Ian, not Iarne.”
“Our baby...”
Agatha kissed Ian on the cheek with a trembling heart. It was their first child.
“I guess I should call Madame Iris now.”
Agatha and Enoch carefully selected the baby's godmother.
The royal family hinted at their desire to become the guardian of a child who would become the successor to a noble family.
As someone who had the Emperor as her godfather, Agatha could not tolerate that.
Being associated with the royal family had its good points, but it also had its difficulties.
Enoch asked, cradling the baby.
“The Marchioness of Domunia once told me that there were only three of them.”
The south, where spring had arrived, had much warmer air than the capital.
Near the end of the meal.
Second Vice-Captain, Hubert Karwen, approached and reported.
“It is said that today, several of Nobilis’ relatives were caught trying to enter the castle.”
At las.
“Who are you?”
Enoch reacted quickly. He put down the bread he was cutting to give to Agatha and grabbed the sword at his waist.
“Here is the list.”
“I see there are a lot of people here.”
Hubert presented a scroll containing a list of relatives he had visited.
Agatha elegantly put down her jam knife and checked the scroll Enoch had handed her.
Most of them were like sparrows, attached to the first-ranking successor faction of other countries and passing on information.
Agatha smiled as she checked the long list.
“Why did these people come here?”
“They said they came to congratulate Madam.”
The congratulatory remarks are just an excuse, an expression of intent to stick with them.
During that time, the Nobilis Castle did not allow any intruders.
Spies were immediately banished or imprisoned upon discovery.
Nothing suspicious could enter.
Except for the territorial borders and the minimum number of troops required for each castle, all Nobilis troops and thousands of Aratus Knights were guarding this place, Nobilis Castle.
Since the fetus had already been in the womb for more than five months, it was only natural that some people would start to take notice.
“What will you do, my lord?”
"...”
Enoch stared at Agatha in silence. Agatha put down the scroll and looked out across the terrace.
Under the clear sky.
It seemed as if something was vaguely visible beyond that distant castle.
“Tell them to go back since it’s not necessary. I know we’re not sincere to each other, so I don’t think there’s any need to waste your energy.”
"All right."
When the next head of the family is born, family discipline will naturally be established.
It would have been nice if it had been sorted out before then, but now it didn't matter whether it was sorted out or not.
The power of the relatives was greatly reduced by eliminating the second-ranking heir to Nobilis.
Next to her was a strong husband who would always stand up for her.
“Enoch. Would you like to have dessert at the flower garden? I heard the spring flowers are blooming very beautifully.”
“Good idea. Tell Leon to go and check out the sponsorship.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Time passed quickly like a sweet dessert and the day of birth arrived.
Agatha's labor began as the royal council and her personal doctor, the Emperor's shadow, and knights including Enoch stood by beyond the curtain to guard against any possible poisoning attempt.
Outside, Nobilis' vassals were hoping for a safe birth.
Inside, there was hot water and clean clothes, and she was busy following the instructions of the council members.
Even Enoch, was pale and restless as he listened to the birth process from beyond the curtain.
As soon as the baby was born, Enoch went to his wife and wiped her sweaty forehead.
The trembling lips fell upon the pale cheeks. Agatha smiled.
“Were you worried?”
"...No."
With a face that is not like that at all.
The man was holding a small bundle in his large arms. It was something Enoch and her had chosen to make together.
The members of the National Assembly said while offering health supplements.
“Congratulations, Marchioness. You have a beautiful baby boy.”
"Yes...?"
It was the birth of Nobilis and Aratus, the successor.
“The baby is very pretty, just like you. Would you like to see it now?”
"Yes."
Enoch showed them the baby in swaddling clothes.
“It’s a boy, so it’s Ian, not Iarne.”
“Our baby...”
Agatha kissed Ian on the cheek with a trembling heart. It was their first child.
“I guess I should call Madame Iris now.”
Agatha and Enoch carefully selected the baby's godmother.
The royal family hinted at their desire to become the guardian of a child who would become the successor to a noble family.
As someone who had the Emperor as her godfather, Agatha could not tolerate that.
Being associated with the royal family had its good points, but it also had its difficulties.
Enoch asked, cradling the baby.
“The Marchioness of Domunia once told me that there were only three of them.”
“Yes. Every time I see them, they’ve grown up well. I think you’ll be of great help.”
Madame Iris would be a great nanny and godmother to the child.
“You too will like it when you see the Marquis of Domunia’s spirits.”
“Good. I should become friendly with the Marquis of Domunia as well.”
“Of course, you will be welcomed as well.”
Agatha, with the help of the council members, devoted herself to recovering for the time being and sent letters to the Marquis of Domunia.
News of the child's birth quickly spread throughout the Nobilis region.
Congratulatory messages came in from many noble families, including the royal family.
Among them were relatives of the Nobilis family.
They were all flat letters.
"The heads of the various branches, including Count Bradfold, respectfully offer their greetings to Lady Agatha Nobilis, the sole heir to the Nobilis family and the representative of the next head of the family... "
But the letter was thrown out without even making it past the outer wall of the Nobilis Castle.
In fact, the faces of Bradfold and his relatives turned pale after seeing the majesty of the Knights of Aratus.
He knew that the Nobilis Army was guarding it in a way that reminded him of war.
Above it, thousands of knights of extraordinary force were fortifying the castle.
“Didn’t I tell you? The forces led by Marquis Aratus are unusual.”
Even if the successor becomes an adult, it was thought that it would take time to raise the Knights and organize the internal affairs.
No. If things continue this way, their necks will fall from the sharp blade of the Aratus family before the heirs even turn sixteen.
“...We have to pray. That is the only way we can survive.”
The first in line for the Nobilis succession they followed still had no answer.
If you've been waiting for a year, wouldn't the answer already be out there?
Count Bradford and his kinsmen of Nobilis set up camp in front of the castle of Nobilis and knelt and prostrated themselves toward the castle for several days.
Agatha didn't really react when she heard the news.
It was an action taken only after properly understanding the situation.
She was thinking of leaving it alone and seeing how far it goes.
About two months later.
“Welcome, Isabelle, Madame Iris.”
Agatha welcomed the first guests to the Nobilis Castle.
Her husband's sister, Isabelle Aratus, and her closest confidant, the Marchioness Iris Domunia.
The two people who had just exchanged a quick greeting with Enoch rushed towards Agatha.
“What about young master Ian?”
“Congratulations on the birth of your baby. I am so happy to be your guardian. So where is young master Ian, Madame Agatha?”
She didn't expect even Madame Iris to do this.
Agatha turned around with a small laugh.
“This way. Ian just woke up.”
“Oh my God!”
Ian had blond hair and eyes that seemed to be a mix of Agatha's and Enoch's.
“Can I hug him?”
“Of course.”
Madam Iris, who had raised three children, picked Ian up skillfully. Isabelle moaned softly as she looked at Ian's face up close.
“It’s so small and lovely...”
“Young Master Ian is particularly pretty. Isn’t that a natural result of inheriting the looks of the Marquis and Lady Agatha?”
Isabelle lowered her voice, carefully stroking Agatha's blond hair.
“What a beautiful baby. How can he be so good and never cry?”
“I want to hug him too, Madame Agatha.”
“Yes, Isabelle.”
Soon, Isabelle's face became filled with emotion as she hugged Ian.
It was when Agatha was looking at that sight with a smile.
Madame Iris came closer and whispered softly.
“Oh, by the way, I saw an interesting sight in front of the castle on my way here, Lady Agatha.”
“Oh, that’s what you mean.”
Agatha narrowed her eyes gently.
“I’m just establishing family discipline. You don’t have to worry about it.”
Rumors were slowly starting to spread.
It is said that Nobilis' relatives, who have heard of the birth of the next successor, are begging for forgiveness in front of Nobilis Castle to save their lives.
Madam Iris smiled faintly.
“I thought so. Although Lady Isabelle was a little surprised when she saw it.”
Well, it's time to welcome guests from outside now.
Agatha, who had been lost in thought for a moment, lifted Ian from Isabelle.
“Don’t worry. It will be taken care of soon.”
The next morning.
Agatha rode in a carriage and headed out of Nobilis Castle.
On the ground outside the castle, hundreds of Nobilis' relatives lay prostrate on the ground.
From the head of the collateral family to the mistress and their children.
As the Knights of Aratus appeared, Count Bradfold, who had been kneeling at the very front, raised his head with difficulty.
Thousands of knights surrounded the area, forming a defensive wall.
Agatha got out of the carriage, which was as red as a brilliant rose, escorted by Enoch.
The eyes of the relatives lit up.
“Ah, Lady Agatha... !”
“It’s been a while, everyone.”
Agatha looked down at her relatives with cold eyes.
The relatives who had been constantly asking for forgiveness for nearly two months were tanned and withered.
Count Bradfold stretched out his hand while lying face down. Even that was blocked by the knights' spears and could not reach this side.
His desperate hands were shaking.
“Please forgive us. We were wrong. We will never stand up to Lady Agatha again. I can do anything you ask me to do...!”
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