Inside the Sylphide territory, Dante was preparing to immigrate to the Sanctuary, and Darphy had to succeed the family.

    「......to think that succeeding as the head of the family was this simple.」

    「You fool. It’s because it’s the House Sylphide that it’s simple. If it had been a higher rank, it would have been much more troublesome, you know?」

    「......Father, that is not something to boast about.」

    In actuality, though it was called a succession of heads, Dante was handing over the role onto Darphy, and he knew the amount of paperwork that would follow.

    The amount of paperwork in a Chevalier’s territory at the border was far less in comparison to the documents that Darphy must process in the Chivalric Order.

    Even the paperwork that accumulated over the two months in Dante’s absence when he was at the Sanctuary was still easier than the documents Darphy had to process daily.

    With that in mind, one would think that it was a nice and easy as a lord, but that was a rural village in the Sylphide territory. There was no easy path for an insignificant Chevalier.

    As was the case with Dante and Freesia, they naturally had to cultivate and do farm work themselves. Other miscellaneous tasks in the territory were also Dante and Freesia’s jobs.

    Compared to the time when he was in the Order, there was definitely a lot less paperwork, but a life of part-time farmer despite being called a Lord was waiting for Darphy.

    「I can probably get daily necessities there, but I will need to bring clothes and underwear.」

    「What of Mother?」

    Watching Dante pack clothes into a bag, Darphy asked what he would do with his mother Freesia’s clothing.

    According to what he heard from the servants of the mansion, she did not bring that much luggage. He didn’t hear about the Sanctuary having a store that sells clothing.

    「......Ahh, you have nothing to worry about if it’s Freesia.」

    「Umm, that......」

    Darphy grew anxious as Dante stared into the distance for some reason. Freesia must have made some sort of mess.

    Darphy knew. She looked kind and gentle mother, but she was actually very strong. That was exactly why she had Dante under her thumb, and was secretly the shadow Lord of the House Sylphide.

    「......how very much like Mother.」

    「Yeah, in a positive sense, Freesia has no reservations with family.」

    「No, wouldn’t you consider call that predatory?」

    「No more of that, Darphy. What would you do if Freesia hears of this from the Wind Spirits?」

    「Ah!」

    When told so, Darphy’s face paled as he looked around nervously.

    Darphy was still unable to hear the voice of the Spirits, but he was still able to see where they were.

    「Fuu, that was dangerous.」

    「No, we might already be too late. You can only see mid and high level Spirits, can’t you?」

    「Ah! Oi! Don’t tattle to mother!」

    Darphy’s shouting was likely already too late.

    「Father, I will help you pack your luggage, please do something about Mother......」

    「Yeah, I’m already troubling you with the succession, after all. I’ll do what I can about Freesia’s temper.」

    「Thank you very much, Father.」

    Dante and Darphy, who couldn’t be considered close in these recent decades, had come to understand each other’s feelings. The reason for this was pitiful though.

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