Published: August 15, 2025
I am Bonifatius. I’m over sixty years old, but I still don’t feel like I’ll lose to any young person.
Being the child of the lord from two generations ago, even though I’ve retired from the knights order, I occasionally get assigned to assist the lord. Until now, I wanted to avoid it as much as possible, but lately, I’ve started to actually look forward to going to the castle.
…Because Rosemine is there!
Right now, I am deeply moved. My granddaughter is so talented and adorable.
Rosemine, with her small, frail body, successfully carried out the baptism ceremony and her public debut as the head priest in front of a large crowd of nobles. Moreover, she’s now standing firmly with Sylvester’s child on her back, shielding them and dealing properly with the nobles.
…Still, it’s infuriating. Don’t voice any complaints about Wilfried to my Rosemine!
Elvira told me, “She wants to be a good older sister who can protect her younger sister, so absolutely no interference allowed,” so all I can do is watch over her from afar, which is frustrating.
If Karlstedt and Elvira hadn’t cautioned me not to get close because I might kill Rosemine if I touched her, I would have scolded that low-ranking noble and scattered them with one shout as her grandfather.
Come to think of it, Elvira once said, “It would be terrible if Rosemine learned from Lord Bonifatius to silence others by brute force. Rosemine has enough mana for that.”
If she has that power, she should use it—it’s troublesome otherwise. By the way, Karlstedt told me, “That’s why your father was removed from the lordship,” but that’s not true. I wanted to avoid such a troublesome position, so I stayed away.
…Still, it amazes me that despite lacking the stamina and strength to withstand even a few snowballs without fainting, my granddaughter has enough mana capacity to easily support Ehrenfest.
Last winter, it was heartwarming to see children throwing snowballs at each other while being watched over by many knights to ensure safety, including me.
But that was until Rosemine, who was busily making snowballs, became the target.
When Rosemine suddenly lost consciousness after being hit by snowballs from Posposs, not just Wilfried and his schoolmates who threw them, but the entire knights order watching the scene turned pale. Since seeing her fragility, I’ve been too scared to touch her.
…She collapses from snowballs, you know? If I touched her, just as Karlstedt said, she might die.
“We should be leaving soon.”
“Indeed.”
With the seventh bell, the children began to leave. They greeted the lord and lady, as well as those close to them, and exited the grand hall. Taking this opportunity, I moved toward the area where the children passed.
…For what purpose? Of course, to greet Rosemine.
“Lord Bonifatius, good day.”
“Ah, may the blessings of the Schlafraum bring you good sleep.”
“I’m honored.”
…Hm, my granddaughter is the most adorable. It’s quite frustrating that I can’t be called “grandfather” in public.
By the way, the only times Rosemine called me “grandfather” were the first time we met at the baptism ceremony and when I helped provide mana replenishment in spring when the lord and lady weren’t around.
When I helped with Wilfried’s mana replenishment, Rosemine always thanked me with a smile, saying, “Grandfather, thank you always.” Wilfried was too exhausted even to express thanks.
…Looking back now, those were precious moments of contact with Rosemine, undisturbed by others. Ah, I wish the next spring and the lords’ council would come soon. And I wouldn’t mind if the meeting dragged on a little.
While I was reminiscing about the lords’ council, Wilfried, who should have left earlier, rushed into the grand hall carried by attendants. Lamprecht, Wilfried’s Guard Knight, was with him.
Seeing the commotion, I felt danger and immediately enhanced my vision with physical enhancement magic while scanning the surroundings. Judging by the reactions nearby, no one seemed to know what was happening.