「Haa ~ 」(Pastry)
「Whats wrong , son of mine. You’re making such a tired face . It’s time to set off for your long awaited Sanctification ceremony」(Casserole)
The morning of the afore mentioned ceremony , Casserole, looking at the tired face of his son , was able to discern the damage .
これから本村ほんそんの皆に見送られて出かける晴れ舞台だというのに、浮かない顔をした息子の現状。それを見て、連日の着せ替え人形扱いのせい、と看破するだけの眼力は持っている。
事情が事情だけに、母親の興奮も仕方の無いことだ。
TLN : Can’t translate completely
The Molten territory, optimistically speaking could be described as a prosperous land in the middle of development. Pessimistically speaking, there were many pockets of untamed land. As such, the dress is not something that a common household could afford, much less make. Hence, it was considered a luxury.
It would not be considered to use hand me downs. Especially clothes such as formal wear are treated as an inheritance.
For example, the Japanese Kimono has the tradition of being passed from mother to daughter. Such customs are prevalent everywhere.
In the era of mass production, it may be trivial, but clothes here were important personal assets – luxury assets even.
To the lords and their subjects, such was common sense.
The exception to this is children’s clothing.
The fact that a child’s growth can be rapid is something well known. Especially at the peak of their growth, for a piece of clothing to not be even a year old is common. In the worst case, there would be a discernible change for the previous evening to the morning after.
Mothers would often alter clothes as part of their daily lives according to their growth by letting down the hems and re-sewing. However, the correction can only go to the limit of the clothes. It cannot extend past the original hem length.
So in many cases, from the sharing of children’s clothes, a custom of mutual aid between the members of the village was born.
These aging clothes that had passed several times would end up patchy.
In the poorest households, children would be naked, so having some clothing can be considered to be blessing.
In this cycle, someone would have the wear it at the beginning when it was ‘new‘.
In most cases, this would be the ‘child of the lord‘.
This serves to clarify the rank within the territory and to establish hierarchy, even among children, the customs are enforced.
Even if a small rich man was present, he would often buy new used clothes and refrain from purchasing anything new.
Even so, for this day he was wearing his best Sunday clothes, being the object of envy is a matter of course.
And waiting impatiently to show off the results of his proud growth was his mother.
「Oh , it seems he is coming.」
「Hee ~. So he’s wearing those clothes?」
「Oi, look at that. That button , really delicately crafted. Are ~ , is it the coat of arms? Looks expensive.」
「Wow. They must be loaded. I wonder if they would give me some?」
Boys and girls of the same generation stared wistfully at Pace.
Dignified and beautiful features. Sparkling beauty with silver hair that fluttered in the wind. And in beautiful harmony were his azure formal clothes.
The pants were perfectly pressed and folds at the hem were correctly aligned.
From top to bottom, from whatever angle, he looked splendid – like the son of a good noble family.
Against that look of purity, the naughty boys and girls had made him into the object of their banter.
「He looks good. I too want to wear that kind of cool breezy clothes…」
「Impossible. Just that, is impossible.」
「Why? Even I, might someday wear those clothes. You have no way of knowing whether or not I might.」
「That too is impossible. Even if you wear those kind of good clothes , the contents of the atire are you, so however you carry yourself you’ll look fugly. Even thought the clothes are good , the contents are bad, that’s why, those clothes wont suit you.」
「What the hell was that! (kora!)」
「weird… just stop now…」
I didn’t take long for such boyish childishness to become noisy.
Resulting in a bump on their heads.
Of course, there is a look of longing in the eyes of some young ladies but this was different shade to that of the boys.
The place that became noisy with shrill tones were also coaxed to silence.
Noisy daughters would be hated by the young master, with such heart-warming lies.
In this way, everyone gathered raised a fuss at the send-off.
On the surface,this could be seen as the couple bragging about their son, but it was a necessary action from a territorial governance point of view.
The Viscount Molten’s territory is an emerging territory which has grown to the point where the family head could be referred to as the First Generation.
Geographically speaking, domestic trade and travel were difficult, control of the Yara beast that guarded the wild treasure trove that was the land itself was difficult and was subject to political pressure. Pessimistically speaking, it was an abandoned non-interference zone.
Other than the extraordinary feat of valor that resulted in him being gifted this land, the other was that “no other master but me“.
Altogether, these reasons became a powerful deterrent to neighboring countries. Also, being so remote and isolated made it so that the rule of the territory by the master would be absolute and intractable.
The opportunity to unify everyone under the dominion to stabilize the territory.
It was that kind of demonstration. TLN
The reason was, a rare ability said to be gifted to one-in-a-million.
It was “MAGIC”.
「Well then… everyone , attention!」
Saying so, along with his son, circle away from the rest.
There was a the pride of man who carrying as sense of responsibility.
「Have a safe trip dear. Pace, you too , be careful. Don’t follow strangers, ok?」(Anies)
「Itterasshai, young master. I pray for your speedy journey.」
「Pace-sama ~. Don’t forget my present ~」
「Its OK to forget this baka’s present ~yo~. But please don’t forget mine though~ ~」
While waving in front of the people who put the words of the send-off unanimously, Casserole put a hand on the shoulder of Pace.
「Lets go」(Casserole)
「Yes, father.」(Pace)
Along with the words, the two people in that spot vanished without a trace.
「As ever, the lord’s magic is impressive!」
「Are, what are you talking about?」
「I was talking about the Instantaneous Movement …」
「Thats right… Thats right , instEntanUs movement!」
「You imbecile , its instantaneous 」
「What… that’s what I said..」
Until now, the topic of the costume of Pace was source of discussion, but this time was noisy in the magic of the Viscount.
While nodding in satisfaction, they returned to their homes.
Now only 2 people were left. A women stares at where the lord and his son had vanished.
People filtered out in two and threes, but still cast a glance back at them.
She noticed an important thing.
Unexpectedly, Jose was also aware of it.
「Nee , Jose…」(Anies)
「Yes, mother?」(Josephine)
The eyes of the mother and daughter communicate what they are trying to say to each other.
The words that escaped the two of them matched in stunning harmony as expected of a mother and daughter.
「「As I thought, Pace looks better as a trap.」」(Anies & Joesphine)
Looks like the nightmares for Pace would continue.