The Tanaka Family Reincarnates

A Magnificent Story (Fiction) That Begins From a Memo [Part 3]

*sniff*

The King absently wiped away the tears that came from Melsa’s (made-up) story.

The normally gruff, muscular hunk of a man was currently shedding great globs of tears, not caring that he was being watched.

*sniff*

Leonard beside her was somehow also crying.

…wait a minute, you… weren’t you spending every single day sticking so close to Emma that it started to annoy her?

Didn’t you even ask Emma to accompany you to the hunting ground and were over the moon after being told, “So strong! Father! So cool!”?

Then why are you crying?

And George, stop looking at His Majesty and your father with such an apathetic gaze!

Even though Melsa called them out inside her mind, it didn’t stop Leonard’s tears from flowing, nor did it soften George’s cold stare.

“I only came to know yesterday that the language Imoko taught was Imperial Japanese. I was aware that it was a foreign language, but as shameful as it is to admit, I didn’t even know about the country called Imperial Japan itself…”

She implied that asking for their cooperation so suddenly raised concerns they had yet to address.

“………I seem to have heard of a person named Onono Imoko in my country.”

Imperial Prince Tasuku, who had been silent until then, began talking little by little.

“Soon after he was born, he was intentionally taken to Balitu, and after growing up in Balitu, he learned Imperial Japanese. Our country’s only bilingual…… 50 years ago, the ship he was on capsized and went missing. The opening up of our country was delayed by 100 years because of his death. The Onono Imoko I talked about is highly likely to be that gardener.”

*gulp* Melsa swallowed her saliva.

By the time she married Leonard, Imoko had already been working for the House of Stuart as a gardener.

According to Leonard, Imoko was the most senior worker that had served the family from before he was born. Ever since then, Imoko had been speaking the Kingdom language normally.

Needless to say, they had never heard him speaking in Imperial Japanese or any other languages. I need to send him a letter as soon as possible and have him corroborate our story…

…no, well, while he is our gardener… isn’t he too much of a big shot?

“I understand that this will be a heavy burden to Emma-sama, but could you please help us for the sake of diplomatic relations between Imperial Japan and the Kingdom?”

Imperial Prince Tasuku lowered his head to Leonard and Melsa.

Along with a neat Japanese-style bow that evoked feelings of nostalgia. .

“Most regretfully, it is too much responsibility for (the troublemaker) Emma. I see that Imperial Prince Tasuku seems to understand most of the Kingdom language. I wonder if that is not sufficient?”

There’s no way they would leave the fate of the Kingdom to Emma.

Because there’s no doubt that every negotiation would give rise to one dispute, and a second, and a third, without Emma herself noticing.

“Currently, I’m the only one who can speak the Kingdom language. The people of my country, who have been in isolation for too long, are not accustomed to learning foreign languages. One person simply does not represent enough manpower nor time to meet the needs of diplomacy, negotiations, and education. Our country can no longer afford to operate that way.”

Looking at Imperial Prince Tasuku, who was clenching his hand tightly with a lowered head, Melsa realized that the condition of Imperial Japan’s food shortage was really serious and urgent.

The respective situations of both Imperial Japan and the Kingdom were gradually getting worse. This diplomatic relation had to succeed no matter what.

“I understand.”

Melsa backed down.

“Then, Leonard and I will help.”

“……you mean?”

“Alas, when will we cease to inflict loneliness upon Emma?”

“……huh?”

“Everyone in our Stuart family can speak Imperial Japanese.”

“……?”

“……?”

“……?”

” ” ” ” “Pardon!!!??” ” ” ” “

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Author’s words: Getting a job for the parents who have in turn had too much free time after coming to the capital… was the story.