Damn Reincarnation Chapter 8.3

People gather around a wide square table. The children in the room filled the table from the side to the end. 

The two wagons that came with Guillard were carrying Dira and Gargis.

Eugene sat next to Gargis. 

“…?”

Gargis looked at Eugene’s face with a curious look. 

It is an unwritten rule to sit within the order of the family. Originally, sitting next to Gargis had to be that fat Hansen. 

Hansen, however, sat next to Eugene without expressing any dissatisfaction. 

Hansen arrived around noon and saw how ignorant Eugene was training. He also saw the family’s notorious twin, Ciel, being friendly to Eugene. Hansen didn’t want to have an unnecessary quarrel with this relative.

“I saw Gargis and Dira last time. I know your face because you’ve been here with me.”

The center is opposite the children in the room.

It is the seat of the family’s Lord, Guillard. He looked closely at the children in the room, wiping their hands with a wet towel.

“I don’t know who the other four are.”

“My name is Eugene from Gidol. My father’s name is Jehard Lionhart.”

Eugene lowered his head slightly and announced his name. Starting with him, children from other branches introduced themselves. But Eugen was the only one who spoke smoothly. The other children shook their voices and stuttered. The presence of the main house’s house owner right across from the other side made the children nervous. 

“… well.”

After hearing all the introductions, Guillard nodded low. Since then, Guillard has put his chin on without saying much. 

Silence.

The children in the room couldn’t even breathe properly and noticed. The same was true of Gargis and Dira. Especially Dira. She was right in front of Guillard, so she couldn’t keep her eyes open and pinch her little thigh.

‘I’m hungry.’

Eugene glared at the shabby table. There were some slices of bread and tea, but who would put them on their noses?

‘Who the hell is that?’

Next to the Iokim was a blond young man. It’s a man who came in a different carriage from Dira, Gargis. They don’t think he is from Lionhart’s household. Ioken, who sat right next to him, also felt that he didn’t know who the man was.

“Father.”

It was Ciel who broke the silence and opened his mouth. She stared at Guillard with a big smile.

“It’s been three years since you came back. Don’t you have my present?”

“I never thought of it.”

Guillard replied with a grin. Like most fathers, Guillard cared for his daughter. However, unlike his eldest son, Ciel has a lot of aegyo. 

“Hey… I miss you every day. Don’t you also miss me, father?”

“I miss you.”

“Liar. You didn’t even bring me a present.”

“Haha, why don’t I give you a present after the blood ceremony? Don’t hate this father too much.”

In the conversation, Iokim chewed his lower lip well. The other twin also lowered his eyes without saying anything. Originally, he would have shivered with Ciel as well. 

But there was still yesterday’s bruise on Cyan. Duel, defeat. Cyan was afraid of being scolded by his father. 

“By the way, Father. Who is that person?”

Ciel made eye contact with Eugene once and looked back at the man sitting next to Iokim. She knew Eugene was constantly glancing at that man. It wasn’t exactly because of him. Ciel was also curious about the identity of the man he didn’t know. 

Now, Ancilla and Theonis, and Guillard’s two younger siblings were unable to join the table. 

Lionhart’s main family.

Children attending the blood system

That’s the only place where a foreigner with identity should sit. 

“Well, I was going to introduce him a little later.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.”

The man replied with a smile.

“Well, you haven’t even adjusted yet. The children are overwhelmed with silence, so we’d better introduce myself now.”

“I’m sure. I was in a hurry and regretted my early collection.”

“Haha, it’s not Guillard’s fault. The first meeting with a distant relative will make everyone feel awkward.”

The man looked back at the children with a grin. Eugene picked up a teacup while listening to them back and forth. He was hungry, so he wanted to push something down my throat. 

“Hello, children. My name is Robertian from the Red Tower of Aroth.”

“…uh?”

Dira sounded surprised. Some children tilted their heads, recalling the name that was left somewhere in their heads.

“Well, the Red Tower.”

Iokim looked back at Robertian with a look of astonishment. 

“Poof.”

Eugene’s mouth spouted the tea he had just drank.