The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 359 - Dinner At In-laws
Chapter 359: Chaper 359 - Dinner At In-laws
It was nighttime.
I was in my given bedroom reading a book about a soldier’s life and the way they should prostate themselves... enough to say, I was extremely bored here.
Being in your future in-laws place is definitely not a good way to have fun. I couldn’t go out to city and its finer places.
Even more the problem was that, this city was completely under the eyes of my in-laws, so no matter what I do, it would get reported to them. And right now, I still need to get their approval before humiliating them.
Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t go out and have some fun, it’s just I’m not going. It had something to do with paying my fucking respect to this future father in law of mine that still hasn’t come home yet.
I get it you’re busy, but dude, at least write a letter or warn the people about when you’re coming so that I may breathe in peace.
Hell, I’m not even sleeping because I need to see him.
I know that I am taking it a bit far, but that’s what happens when you’re at your in-laws.
Fortunately, a few more hours later when the clock struck 10:12, I heard a bit commotion and looked outside. Looky here, the father has finally returned.
Yet, before I could get down and talk, I heard a knock at the door. It was a guard with an invitation.
"My lord, Lord Gallcon has invited you to dinner. Please be ready and attend it in 20 minutes." The random soldier told me.
"Alright, I’ll do so." I could have told him to give my thanks or something else but didn’t. It was a simple invite to meet, he wouldn’t have cared for my thanks anyway.
"Here, take this." I tried to give the soldier something but he shook his head.
"Sorry but we soldier at Whitedon don’t take money nor gifts."
"It’s a toffy."
"...Thank you, my lord." The soldier took it after some deliberation before bowing to me, "If I may."
I nod as he went away. Then I closed the door and look at myself in the mirror.
"What to wear? Something casual or... out of thought?"
Unlike some women, I didn’t think much to it and wore a decent luxury dress for the dinner. From Margaret’s words, Seman wasn’t someone who was enticed by money or positions, so trying to wear too much colorful things would only ruin my chance.
A simple, direct approach.
As I was escorted down to the large hall by a random soldier, I saw Margaret also approaching. Wearing the same dress as before but also adding a blue flower to her hair, adding a sweat touch.
We immediately spot each other and come close as I look at the flower.
Yet, before I could open my mouth to say something, "Don’t... just don’t." She stopped me with an annoying blush on her face.
"Any advice?" I ask.
"Let me do the talking here, but if father asks you something be truthful or if it’s something too deep... lie your ass off."
"Sure..."
Margaret opened the large door and a large dining hall came to our view. There was a large dining table for more than 12 people to have satisfying dinner at and a person already sitting at the head of it.
I couldn’t tell his height from his seating place but he sat with a straight gait. Seman’s face looked like a rough canvas with a small aged scar on the cheek. He wore a simple red and brown comfortable cloth that hid the iron chest plate and sword beneath.
To the simple eyes, Seman was just attending dinner. But to me, he looked like he was ready for an interrogation to go wrong.
Margaret started with a small nod, "Father"
"Margaret" Seman’s call was as hollow as hers. As if there was no relationship between this two people.
"My Lord Gallacon," While I had to give a respectful bow without arching too much, "It’s nice to finally see you."
"Hmm" He only hmph’ed at me, "Both of you can sit down."
Margaret and I sat adjacent to Seman’s both sides, opposite to each other.
Margaret gave me a knowing look and started talking, "So how was your day?" She said it normally, but I could hear her voice almost cracking.
"...It was fine." Seman said, not clearly expecting his daughter to say something so basic. "How has your academic days have been?"
"Good, Good. A few monster clearing jobs, Student council work and getting stronger by training along the way... same stuff." Margaret said.
"That’s good." He said and quieted down.
Both father and daughter looked down at their empty plate as if searching for something to talk about. There was a definite talk here about the marriage, but none knew how to approach it.
’Why are these two so weird yet so same?’ I think before starting a conversation.
"You’ve done quite a work outside, Lord Gallacon." Gallacon looked at me, "I’ve never seen a city so guarded by soldiers yet the livelihood and smiles on the people remained happy the same."
"I don’t know what you’re doing but it’s definitely doing wonders here."
Surprising my expectations, Seman smiled for the first time, "Oh, is that so? I have diligently worked quite hard for such results, it’s good to see that others can see my approach as well."
Margaret subtly gave me a thumbs up as I said, "Please do tell me how you achieved such results so that I can do the same at my place, though I don’t believe that it will have the same outcome."
Seman smiled gleefully for a moment before tightly shutting his mouth.
’What am I doing here? Why does it feel like I am the one getting played?!’
Seman coughed twice, "We have to talk about this marria-"
Before he could finish, the door opened and came in rows of delicacies for all of us, silencing him. We sat quietly until the servers were gone and that door shut.
Gallacon opened his mouth and waited, "So... Henry, what can you tell me about yourself?"
"Well, as your grace already knows, my name is Henry Van Tax and my late father’s Agrave Van Tax." I started with the bitter end.
"Oh, I know." Seman’s face clearly showed animosity.
I acted as if in pain and sighed, "I know your grace may have animosity towards my father and it may be too farfetched to ask, but I still ask that you forgive him... or at least forget him as the man is dead now."
Seeing Henry blatantly asked that, Seman felt a bit shock but relieved, ’So it seems, the son isn’t as distinguishing as the father.’
"I’ll take that in mind, tell me, how are your days at the academy?"
"It’s going wonderfully."
"Hmm? I heard from Samantha that you got in through the Chancion competition." I nod, "Though that is a great feat, I reckon you’re finding it enjoyable being at the worst class."
Margaret opened her mouth, "But he isn’t there, father. Henry fought in the special exam on his first month. He won it and was promoted to Class A."
"Oh? Really?" Gallacon asked, interested.
"Yes and he is apprenticing under one of the best teachers in the academy. You know him as Harold Graydol."
"Graydol! That tough bast- Guy! But I thought he doesn’t take personal students?"
"Yet he did on Henry’s case."
"Ha, do tell me more about it." Gallacon listened in as Margaret spoke of my tales in her own abridged version.