340 Exhibit 4. King Of Firewood (2)
"Come here early for fisherman's work……."
Idrian asked for a long time.
"I came early because the painting will be completed by today. You're finally here."
In Lionel's words, the old painter, who was holding his head from the very beginning, lowered his body even more.
Ugh.
Then Idrian stepped forward and walked in between.
Pretending to be nothing, it was precisely the shape that prevented the front of the fireworks.
Lionel opens his eyes and looks at his eldest son.
The eldest son, who was constantly rolling his eyes, opened his mouth late.
"That..... I thought it would be done by today, so I called the fireworks. I saw a lot of places to look today."
The eye of the opponent, who was always looking so comfortably, was in the wrong place to see what was happening today.
"It's more than that. Until I checked the other day, it was precise and lively enough to impress me. I can't believe I have a place to see my hands now."
In my father's words, my eldest son's eyes were shaking like crazy.
It was a moment of confidence that I felt from the moment I first entered the room.
"Here's the fireball. Is that all true?"
"Aruoghi Empress...."
The painter steps forward and tries to speak, but Idrian stops him again.
"Isn't this how you ruin things that are sometimes overzealous?"
Seeing him panic and stammer until the end of the day, it seems like he was in a hurry.
Lionel smiles in his face.
It was also true that I wanted to give a moment's attention to something that I couldn't easily see.
But I decided to quit at this point.
He said he had a thousand wheels and was comfortable speaking, but he was strictly a monarch of one country.
I didn't have to look miserable in front of the fireworks to hurt the monarch's body.
Moreover, he had no idea what his eldest son had secretly asked of him.
He looked at his eldest son quietly.
It has been several years, but the appearance of my eldest son has not changed a bit compared to the past.
It was natural.
The masters were so slow to age. It was not unusual for an average master to stop aging when his eldest son was on a higher level.
It was something everyone would envy.
However, the majority of the parties deemed this extremely inappropriate.
I didn't like the small body or the tattered face.
I would have asked you to make a little bit bigger than Bona Mana Knights.
Maybe I was jealous of the beard my outsider cousin had started growing recently, so I asked him to draw it.
It didn't matter either way.
Originally, the portrait of the royal family was meant to reflect the needs of the parties.
"Fireworks. It won't be easy to touch the painting before completing it, but shouldn't the King like the parties? So forget your greed as a fireman for a moment and work to make everyone happy."
He insisted that the Republicans be appropriately listened to.
"I will pay you more for your hard work."
I didn't forget to pay the price so that the old painter wouldn't break his heart.
"I will."
The painter replied and retreated with a picture of the cloth covered.
Even then, my eldest son, who was looking at me and my father with anxious eyes, sighed with relief.
I don't even know that all my schemes have been scrambled.
Lionel laughed loudly.
"Hahaha."
My eldest son pretended to smile after him with an awkward face.
"Your face looks brighter today, but you have something good to do."
"It's been a long time since your mother had a dream."
Then I took out a word for turning the topic around, and when I heard the answer, I kept my mouth shut.
Lionel laughs again.
"Don't look like that. Then again, I was only good."
"All in all, thank goodness."
Idrian replied with a grudging voice.
Lionel smiles softly and brings the story to mind.
"More than that, the old aristocrats of Burgundy decided to gather their will and stand under the flag of Leonberg."
My eldest son twisted his face scarcely before I finished speaking.
"Hold on to the end, hold on to the end from the beginning. What are you talking about now? Because I feel like a messenger, and I want to ignore it and make it go away! …… I just decided to accept it."
In the meantime, it was omitted that I was forced to accept my outsider cousin and other people's back rice, but it didn't matter anyway.
"Well done. Now that the frontier era is over, we should look inside, not outside the Empire."
"…… Yes."
I was stretching my shoulders like my eldest son had torn the world apart.
It wasn't too much to do.
A child who can't stand a moment.
It was harder than anyone to stand still in the palace.
Such a child was already staying in the palace for a year.
It would feel like a spine on your ass by now.
Besides, I can't believe my outsider cousins and neighbors are turning on the lights and blocking the Emperor's oil.
Though I don't know, I would have been so excited to use the expedition as an excuse to wind up outside for a long time.
Looking at his frustrated eldest son, Lionel opens his mouth.
"On the way here, the knights are fighting."
The eldest son, who took a deep breath with his dead eyes, snapped and raised his head.
"You mean the fight?"
"There's Lord Adelia, there's Earl Eli. Even pretending to be enthusiastic didn't seem to end well."
My eldest son began to rub his body.
"I had a place to go, too."
Before the words were finished, I wanted to wind up, but until a little while ago, the image of the eldest son in front of me disappeared.
"… then stay and go! I thought of urgent business!"
One day I heard my eldest son's voice outside the open door.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Where are you going!"
"Your Majesty!"
Afterwards, Karls Ulrich and the court knights followed the rushing shouts and thumping of their feet.
And soon he disappeared and could not even hear.
Lionel leaves the room.
Earl Schuhilde Schuttgart asked him.
"What happened inside?"
"Nothing happened."
"But why did His Majesty run out in an angry face?"
"I guess so."
He said, "There are those who have done the building, except for His Majesty. He said he would not stand still. Especially not to leave Earl Eli alone...."
"Don't mind the triviality."
The old man laughed bitterly.
"If His Majesty is involved in anything minor, why should he not care?"
"That's not what old people like us care about anyway. That's what the young talent for the new empire will do."
I heard a scream from afar before it was over.
"Your Majesty! Where are you going! Come here! We have some work to do today!"
One of Lionel's young talents was the voice of the Grand Duke, the Lord of Winter Castle and only one of the empires.
"Let go! Vincent! You have a maxi!"
"Maximilian, you are sick now! Let's take care of what you've done and postpone it!"
"That's why my body is so misbehaving! I can't! Call Maxi right now! I'll train you myself, so come to the armpit!"
"That's why you're going to the end of the day!"
"Let go! Let go! I am the Emperor!"
"You must know you're the Emperor! Well said! Speaking of which, there are piles of matters that need the Emperor's ashes!"
"Carls, what are you doing! Court Knights! The Grand Duke persecutes the Emperor!"
Lionel bursts into laughter as he hears a buzzing sound.
Everything was peaceful.
Inside, the wounds of the outcrop were healing due to repeated years of abundance, and the entire continent was sending tributes to save the eyes of the old Léonberg Empire.
Only a few years ago, Leonberg, who was like a windmill, never knew the world.
Lionel is defending his place so that the distant voices will disappear. He has left for a long time.
This time he headed for the palace was a garden set deep in the palace.
The same garden that a woman used to have in her life.
There was a blind knight there.
I was the winter lord and father of the current Northern Archduke, and the half-brother he lost, Vale Ballerhard.
Baleard sits at a table on one side of the garden, staring at the sky with an invisible eye.
"You're here."
Vale welcomed Lionel with his eyes still fixed on the sky.
"Lord Veil."
"Sir, there's something wrong. He's an old man with no job, only Bob, and just a veil is enough."
"Neither do I. You don't have to be formal with the elderly who back out in the back room without doing anything."
Lionel, who bites the attendants, sits across from Vale.
Then he followed the veil and dug himself into the chair and looked up at the sky.
Silence fell.
After a while, the first thing I opened my mouth was the veil.
"I didn't like you."
It was true that Lionel was familiar with it.
There was no brother in the heavens and earth who would love a man who took his sister and made her go to screaming after all the hard work.
In addition, he was persecuted by his own misconceptions and made a thriving man of his eldest son.
In fact, because of his eldest son, his father was safe, even if it was Vale, not him.
"I'm sorry."
The apologies that should have been made in the first place were as heavy as the years that had elapsed and the misunderstandings that had been accumulated.
But what was heavier than that was Vale's answer.
"One day he came to me and said, Don't hate you too much. The kid who once hated you more than anyone."
Lionel stops talking.
"A man whose hands and feet are tied and who lives his whole life beating. He lost and took all the time, but he had to give up everything else to keep a few things. He also said he didn't know the sadness at first, and he still can't know everything now."
When I heard the harsh voice, something came up in my mouth.
"He said he learned to be a man, and he said thank you."
He gives strength to his eyes because he thinks his tears will burst into tears.
"I grew up brilliantly. Our Majesty."
Vale smiled.
"..... thanks to you."
"It's also thanks to you. I want to hate and yell at this evil man. And I understand. It's probably the first time that such a fight has ever occurred to a child who's been fighting and smashing."
Lionel didn't answer.
"We've come back a lot."
Vale continued the story in a fierce manner.
"In fact, it was a relationship you could trust and rely on more than anyone else, and things would have been better if you two had joined forces. I didn't do it then."
"Because of my folly and my narrowness."
"It would have been different if it were me."
For Lionel, it sounded like he was saying, "Forget everything and start over."
So selfishly, I felt comfortable.
It felt like the empire had been tightened all the way up on the rocks, but it felt a little pierced.
"…… Margarita came out of my dream today. He asked me to thank you for not giving up Ian."
"Really? I'll do it every day. I never came to my brother's dream. I only came to Giavi's dream."
He said he was cold, but Vale was smiling softly.
Lionel got out of bed.
"Don't take any more steps, stand in front of the child as a father."
Such a veil urged him to be small.
"No matter who says it, you are the child's father."
"Not necessarily."
After a short answer, he headed straight for Feud.
"If I had known this, I wouldn't have done the Emperor thing!"
"That's what you have to do to be an emperor!"
"Because I want to be Emperor! I had no choice but to gather all the people I could refuse!"
Feud was chaotic.
Karls Ulrich and the court knights look down on Lionel with an awkward face.
Then he attributed his inner chamber to him.
Lionel enters the Feud.
Vincent Ballhardt, the Northern Arctic Airborne Marshal, and Siorin saw him and bowed their heads in unison.
"Welcome!"
The eldest son, who was sitting on the throne, got up and went down to the statue and welcomed his visit.
It is an opportunity to get away from the nagging of the neighbors.
"Anyway, I'll talk to you later. Don't forget that it's an insult to the Emperor."
Lionel asked the Northern Archbishop when Gigi spoke of her eldest son alive.
"There's a lot of work to be done."
"It's like a pile!"
The young Duke replied boldly, puzzled by the sudden question.
"Are there some things I need to deal with with right away?"
"Is that what you do with fishermen....."
But in the words that followed, the Grand Duke also blurred his words.
"I need to see her for a second."
Lionel replied and added a word.
I'd like you to clear your schedule for the day, preferably.
The Grand Duke replied, "I don't know if Lionel said no to anything that rarely demands too much."
"Hey, there! I didn't even listen when the Emperor said it!"
Idrian said with his tongue, but the Grand Duke did not measure what he heard.
I just sent a snowflake to the others and headed out of the war.
"As the day went by, all the nagging got worse. Sooner or later, we'll send him to the North."
My eldest son, who said something he didn't have in mind, saw my father.
Thank you for kicking out the naggers, but I was awkward and crazy because I was alone.
If it had been Lionel at the time, he would have backed out with a few words by now.
But not today.
"Won't you come hunting with me?"
"Hunting?"
"In the past, when you were still a steelhead, when you grew up, I hoped you could hunt together."
Idrians harden as they were in their loving tours before.
"You're not giving up."
The question that followed began to embarrass my eldest son remarkably.