51 – The sun rises over the eastern outskirts

I looked around at the people with shocked expressions on their faces and ate and laughed.

Then, as if everyone thought it was a joke, they put their hands on their chests and let out a sigh of relief.

I looked around at them, shrugged, and looked back at the count.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t even eaten yet. It’s such an auspicious day, so you can expect a splendid dinner, Count?”

The count began to look at me, rolling his eyes very quickly.

He seemed to be contemplating how to respond to my words.

However, when I saw my companions raise their hands to their chests and let out a sigh of relief, they lowered their heads with a slightly softened expression, as if realizing something.

Even if there are circumstances, forgery of official documents is difficult even for nobles to escape the judgment of the law.

If you can be pardoned by crying cuckoo once, what could be a lighter and more lenient treatment?

It was quite embarrassing to be treated like a cuckoo at this age, but it was a light joke and in fact, it was a warm consideration like the sun.

So, take a joke as a joke, and show behavior worthy of that warm consideration.

It seemed like that was the decision.

“Yes, Dawn of the Empire—”

“Huh, do cuckoos these days know how to use the word ‘dawn of an empire’? It’s amazing, it’s amazing.”

“—Cuckoo.”

The Count clenched his fists and lowered his head, shaking his body.

Betrayed because you expected it from the beginning, Count.

You don’t know me, but you don’t know too much.

‘It’s fortunate that you’re a noble.’

If he had been a simple commoner rather than Count Arbest, wouldn’t he have stabbed my face with his fist at the risk of death?

It was a struggle filled with such anger.

“Ha ha ha ha!”

Ah, what a sight to see!

Isn’t it much nicer to tremble your fists while surrendering to anger than to at least drown in the invisible swamp of regret and struggle?

“Ah, the devil… In the Hwangseong, the sun, dragon, and devil….”

Since the awakening of the sun’s mana, his physical ability has improved much more than before.

So I can hear you muttering like that, you cheeky so-and-so.

With my own affection, I called him so-and-so after the name of the world’s most famous neurosurgeon-turned-magician ‘doctor so-and-so’….

Tsk tsk.

Was done.

How can a young sparrow understand the meaning of the phoenix?

“Now, prepare dinner quickly. It’s a pleasant day, so use the hall to prepare as splendidly as possible.”

“Oops, Cuckoo!”

The count bowed his head at us and hurried away.

You look like a cuckoo fluttering like a cuckoo’s wings, Count.

As I was looking at his back and nodding happily, Priscilla, who had her hand on my back, was looking at me with a complicated expression.

Are you embarrassed by me calling my father a cuckoo?

“Now, let’s go back.”

When I said that, Martin nodded his head with a pensive look on his face, and Sir Bertrand, still sullen, began walking quietly behind me.

Among the party, only so-and-so kept muttering rumors like devils, fools, and tyrants.

“Are you okay?”

“You mean Moore?”

Priscilla walked with her hand on my arm, carefully examining her surroundings.

There was only worry in her eyes.

“… Misunderstandings will arise.”

Misunderstanding….

The mood has definitely changed.

Sir Bertrand and Martin sat down with expressions reminiscent of the maids of the dragon crown.

Sir Bertrand probably recalled the time when he was dating her childhood wife, and Martin must be reminiscing about a rather complicated love story.

Even the two people who knew me well seemed to think it was my revenge for calling Priscilla a cuckoo chick.

But this was at least tolerable, and so-and-so who didn’t know me was even worse.

I seemed to think that I was an idiot who treated me like a cuckoo just to have fun without knowing my deep true meaning.

“Coming to think of it, I heard that the lieutenant commander, Pedro, called him assistant, and he called me so-and-so… A person’s name too….”

Mumble.

Still, it’s better if it’s something.

What would the residents of Count Arbest think of this sight now?

I don’t think so.

But it didn’t matter that much.

“It is not a misunderstanding that I am a fool, is it true?”

“Mrs. Maximilian….”

Seeing that expression that seemed a bit rebuked, I sighed and laughed.

‘Something cheeky.’

I believed that you would show some degree of emotional change, if not as much as the Count.

That’s why, even though there was no overtime pay, even at this late hour, the trash was removed by hand.

But what the hell is it?

The expression as if observing a story from another world?

It’s a change of strategy.

A little more dramatic treatment is probably needed, Priscilla.

I looked at her and she smirked.

Then, for some reason, Priscilla lightly shook her shoulders.

You feel good, Priscilla.

But it’s already too late.

“Okay, everyone did a good job today. Let everyone eat, drink, and be merry at the banquet.”

─ Yes, Your Highness!

After returning to Count Arbest’s mansion, we attended a banquet prepared by the Count.

It wasn’t a very satisfactory composition for the wait, but this must be the best dinner the Count Cuckoo can serve right now.

With that in mind, I decided to enjoy Count Cuckoo’s dinner.

Now, it’s time for the highlight of the banquet to appear.

“….”

For a banquet, it is polite for the host to give a light greeting to the guests.

But now he has become Count Cuckoo.

Then what should I do?

The Count looked at me with his anguished expression.

What are you so worried about?

Of course I should cuckoo and cry!

“Oops, cuckoo. Cuckoo cuckoo.”

As the Count began his greetings with a cuckoo sound, a quiet silence descended upon the banquet hall as if a mouse had died.

“Wait.”

When I raised my hand to stop such a count, the people around me let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s hard to understand.”

When I said that, a look of relief appeared on the count’s face.

But before he could say anything human, I gave Priscilla a little push on her back as she was resting her hand on my arm.

“Uh… Maximilian?”

“A cuckoo’s words are well understood by a cuckoo chick. Go translate and come.”

No matter how long the greeting is, it won’t exceed 10 minutes, so there shouldn’t be any problem.

“What are you doing? Hurry.”

As I pushed Priscilla’s back again, something beyond amazement flashed across the faces of those who looked at me.

How can the phoenix understand the meaning of the cuckoo?

Isn’t a translator essential?

hahahahaha!

“Oops, cuckoo. Cuckoo….”

The expression on the father’s face as he played the cuckoo in front of his daughter was miserable.

“After the summer of lush vegetation, autumn has arrived when the crops are ripe.”

“Cuckoo, cuckoo.”

“It is truly an honor to be able to attend the dawn of the empire in such a beautiful season.”

“Cuckoo… Cuckoo….”

The Count Cuckoo cuckooed and whispered to Priscilla who was nearby.

Then, Priscilla tells the people gathered in the banquet hall what her count wanted to say.

Because it was that way, the greeting took quite a bit of time.

However, since the time did not exceed 10 minutes, there was no major problem.

‘Sorry.’

I need to get a magic tool that lasts for more than 10 minutes by pecking at someone, or I need to find a way to control mana to some extent by myself.

You’ll be seeing a lot of fun scenes like this in the future, so shouldn’t you be able to watch them a little more leisurely?

As I thought so, I greeted Priscilla, who strode toward me with her red-hot face.

“Oh, my God. A young cuckoo has come to visit.”

When I said that and slightly opened her arms, Priscilla stopped at a distance from me.

Then he sent a silent protest with his eyebrows twitching.

This guy… Are you thinking of making me medium rare?

Anyway, cuckoo chicks must have been carnivores.

I strode over to Priscilla, who was silently protesting, and pulled her arm a little harder.

Then Priscilla turned her head away from me with her slightly pouting look on her face.

It’s a pity that you can’t eat medium rare, cuckoo chick.

I sighed and laughed and raised my glass.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Count.”

As I raised my glass, the other participants also raised their glasses along with me.

“The sun that does not set will be with you here in the Earl of Arbest, where the sun greets the sun first in Istria.”

Since I made such an inquiry, silence fell again in the banquet hall.

But this was silence in a slightly different meaning than before.

“I, Your Highness… All, once again—”

“Uh huh.”

“Oops, cuckoo….”

“Tell them to bring the flag of Count Arbest. With paints and brushes.”

“Oops, Cuckoo!”

When I told him to bring it, the count ran out of the venue himself.

Then, with his hair disheveled, he hurriedly returned to the venue holding a flag engraved with the family crest.

Behind his back, servants came in carrying a large canvas, paints, brushes, and buckets of water.

I took the largest of the brushes they had brought with me.

Then, after soaking it in red paint, he painted a large and beautiful semicircle on the flag of Count Arbest.

Then I switched to a brush of the same size, dipped it in yellow paint, and drew a half circle in the same way.

As if using a compass, it was a perfect semicircle with no deficiencies or deficiencies.

I brought the half circle to life.

It was the rising sun.

People who were watching the picture I was drawing held their breath and shut their mouths.

I continued brushing softly but vigorously in the strangely quiet banquet hall.

The sun began to rise in the eastern outskirts of the empty estate, where there was nothing but beautiful scenery and a car that was a little to my liking.

“The past that has already passed cannot be returned. It is like missing the setting sun.”

One stroke.

Colors brighter than before illuminate the surroundings.

“Leave it alone. I have to let go of the setting sun—”

One more stroke.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to welcome the rising sun again?”

One more stroke.

Different colors were mixed to form a color symbolizing the dawn of the empire.

A new sun has finally risen on the eastern outskirts.

“I command in the name of Maximilian, the Crown Prince of the Empire and the 7th Dawn. As of today, Count Arbest’s family will be incorporated into the Empire, not the vassal kingdom of Istria.”

After drawing one last missing stroke, I set the brush down.

Then everyone watched the rising sunrise in awe.

“Ah, ah, ah….”

Puffed up.

Count Arbest knelt down on the spot and bowed his head to me.

“I will obey the will of the dawn….”

It is a relationship that has gone astray like a joke of fate.

Even if you regret it, you cannot bring back the past.

So let go of the setting sun and welcome the rising sun again.

That must be the right attitude of the people of the Empire.

I turned my gaze away from Count Arbest, who bowed his head, and looked at Priscilla, who was staring at me with a wavering gaze.

Then Priscilla also cautiously moved to the count’s side and bowed her head to me.

“I will obey the will of the dawn.”

It’s a 15-year old feeling.

If I tease your father a little, it won’t be an easy feeling to let go.

It must be difficult right now.

But if not today, tomorrow.

If not tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.

If it’s not the day after tomorrow, it’s okay.

Or it doesn’t matter if it takes more time.

The sun always rises again.

“Is the shadow of the islands reaching this far, Count?”

A small sob was heard.

“Yes, Dawning….”

“That’s it. Rest in the shade.”

“Yes, yes….”

“But at what moment did you begin to speak human words, Count Cuckoo?”

“Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!”

The sun has risen as the heavy darkness has lifted over the eastern edge of the empire.

The clear and healthy cries of cuckoos welcoming the sun filled the banquet hall.

Isn’t this a good new start?

I laughed out loud thinking that.

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