The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 83: Farewell to tears (Part 1)
Jonah was lying halfway on the bed, listening to Elliott talking about a past forty years ago.
The rose knight leaned down and flicked the red charcoal in the brazier with the fire hook. The holy river was rushing in the distance, and the night in early spring was very cold.
"And then?" Jonah asked.
Elliott turned the fire a little and clapped his hands: "Yes, they are in love. Then, it didn't take long for Mr. Javier to discover that his only daughter was pregnant."
Master Yavillier is of course furious. He can guess who the child's father is without asking around. In the past few months, rumors about Miss Daniela and the swordsman Wolstar have spread throughout Dewey? Bluegrass Manor.
Javerier chose to ignore it. He actually liked young swordsmen from the north in his heart, and even secretly moved the idea of accepting him as his son-in-law.
The master didn't talk about this idea to anyone, and even Mrs. Avilier didn't know it, but now, Daniela's slightly raised abdomen shattered all the master's beautiful imagination like a thunderbolt in the sky.
With a sound of ping, the expensive Oriental porcelain bottle smashed to the oak floor, "Unforgivable!" Javlier roared angrily, and grabbed a beautifully shaped silver flagon, "Unforgivable! You do Such a thing is the shame of Avilier! It is the shame of the Bluegrass Manor! Even the shame of Lord Dewey? Sutherland!" The distant relative of Duke Dewey, the hereditary baron Javerier of Barzelal, although only a remote The manor of the region, but paid great attention to etiquette and ethics, and understood more how the morbid circle of aristocrats treats fornicating women.
Daniela and Wolsta knelt side by side in front of the master's desk, and the northern elf bowed his head deeply without saying a word.
Daniela tugged on his sleeves. Seeing no response from her lover, she raised her head and said loudly, "Dad, please don't blame Walsta, this is my own choice. I am willing to accept any punishment."
"Punishment?" Javillier tore his bow tie painfully, "You said too easily, my dear daughter, the king's emissary has sent this news to the city. It will not take long, Lord Dewey and Your Majesty the King You will learn that a scandal that insults the entire royal family has occurred in Alivia, a remote corner of the kingdom. They will send a royal etiquette investigator to judge the crimes between you and the **** swordsman, and send them to the court for trial and respond accordingly. Punishment. The heaviest punishment, my dear daughter, is hanging!"
Mrs. Yavelier was sitting on the side, wiping her tears, mumbling that she shouldn't agree with Daniela, and invited this handsome swordsmanship teacher from the city.
"Dad!" Daniela stood up, her face flushed red: "It's not fair! Wolsta and I love each other freely, willing to each other, why should we let those old-fashioned old men review? If love is guilty, who is innocent in the entire kingdom of Bazelal?"
"Shut up!" In his anger, the master slammed the silver flagon heavily on the ground, half of the jug of bubbling ale wetted the gorgeous wool carpet.
He trembled his lips, "Why...why? That's all!" He shivered and pointed to the family crest hanging on the wall, "Just our names....Even if we are banished to this desolate place The province, our name, is still Sutherland!"
Daniela's green eyes widened: "That's just a stupid word, a useless curse! I'm Daniela, and you're Avilier, dad. He's Walstar. We don't need it. Why Sutherland is here to point fingers at our love!"
"Wait!" Jonah couldn't help but yelled, stopping the Rose Knight from continuing.
Elliott looked at him suspiciously.
Jona clenched his fists nervously, "Pamela's mother is a Sutherland royal?"
Elio nodded, "It's true."
"But the hatred between Tobata and Sutherland..." Jonah couldn't say the second half.
"Next, listen to us, Lord Astrologer. You will get the answer later." The Rose Knight said calmly, and the night wind blew a strand of blond hair on his forehead.
Baron Javier? Sutherland pointed his finger at Daniela, opened his mouth, his throat flickered, but couldn't say anything. He stood for a while, let out a long sigh, and sat weakly in the armchair.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Daniela's ruddy cheeks were covered with tears, she walked up to her father, sat on the ground, and put her small face on his lap. "Wolstar and I really love each other. Originally, we wanted to tell you in person and pray for your blessings, but unexpectedly, everything came too suddenly..."
"Daniela, Daniela." The master murmured, reaching out his hand and stroking the only daughter's long wheaten hair, "I would have given you my heartiest blessing. Walstar is a good one. Boy, everyone in the Bluegrass Manor likes him, respects him, and treats him as a true friend. But now look at him, my dear boy, what have you done?"
Wolstar still knelt on the floor without saying a word.
Master Yavillier pointed at the swordsman’s head with a trembling finger, "And you, you, now, are not even willing to take off that funny top hat, and give you a little bit of a minimum for the family that you deeply hurt. Regards!"
The brim of the northern elf's hat trembled slightly.
After coming to Lancao Manor for so long, he rarely took off his hat in front of others. In his own words, this was "a little quirk from home." The little quirk did not harm the gentle and humble Wall. The image of Star, on the contrary, makes him more approachable.
When the master raised this point, Mrs. Javier also raised her head in grief. She realized that she had never seen the swordsmanship teacher without a hat.
"Dad, this... he's not used to taking off his hat, don't force him, okay?" Daniela shook her father's hand with tears.
"In the name of your employer, your child's grandfather, and the owner of the manor, I order you to take off your top hat!" Seeing the silence of the swordsmanship teacher, Javier's anger continued to grow.
The northern elf didn't hesitate this time, he stretched out his hand and took off his broad-brimmed top hat, revealing his gray curly hair.
"Very good, very good." The manor stroked his undulating chest and leaned against the back of the chair. "At the very least, you are a polite young man... Wait a minute, what is that, in your hair . Is it some kind of little decoration from your hometown?"
Walsta lowered his head and said softly, "No, sir. Those are my ears. I didn't intend to hide this fact. I'm sorry, sir, I am a northern elf."
Daniela sighed, and the Yavilliers couldn't believe their eyes and ears. Although the northern elves have appeared in the Western Continent decades ago, there are too few people who have seen this mysterious race in person, so that in the minds of the Bazelal people, the northern elves are more like a misty. The invisible myth.