The God of War in the Dimensional World

So with this in mind, Sortilina's mother began to ask about the situation at Sven's family.

"my home?"

"........Didn't do anything"

"It’s just a matter of doing these things.......interest?"Sven tilted his head, a little unsure.

"Really, how many people are there in the family?"

"where do you live?"

"What are your hobbies and interests?"

"Is there anyone who cares?".......

Sortilina listened to her mother's questioning voice towards Sven in the distance. She still didn't understand what her mother meant, but when she looked at her maid who was standing aside and watching the show with a smile, she had no choice but to lower her head and pretend. did not hear it.

But fortunately, her mother didn't really get anything out of Swain's mouth.

Every time, either Swain used clever words to muddle through, or his attention was diverted. this person.......His speaking skills are very good, and he can hardly ask any questions, but he can be sure that his education is not low, which is great. It seems that he should be at least a third- or fourth-class jazz master. He is not a good match, but it is not impossible..

Sortilina's mother relied on her many years of experience in socializing in the aristocratic circle and roughly judged Sven's family background based on Sven's knowledge level. As far as the results were concerned, she was quite satisfied, but the most important thing was of course herself. My daughter must be satisfied.

Swain on the other side also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This person is too......Are you enthusiastic?

Swain couldn't think of any words to describe her accurately. After all, he couldn't think of anything else but this word in his mind right now.

The questions came one after another, and I wanted to expose all his old tricks. but......

"That's right. If you keep concealing your identity like this, there is a limit.........And in order to avoid Bercouli, who seems to be very unreliable, do you want to buy a separate mansion outside?"

Sven weighed it up and felt that there is a limit to sneaking out every time. Otherwise, he might as well just not go back and just find a place to live in!

And with his own financial resources, this shouldn't be a problem.

And Suo Suo Ertilina's mother walked up to her daughter at this time, put her ear to her ear, and said in a low voice:"That's great, Lina, she seems to be a good candidate."

"Really! I already told you that's not the case!"But Sortilina got furious and retorted loudly to her mother.

This immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Uh-huh~~"

Seeing her mother cover her mouth and chuckle, Sortilina glanced at Sven again, and finally lowered her head and fell silent.

—————— this lunch......how to say?

Swain usually doesn't care about dining etiquette. He just wants to be happy and doesn't need to get hung up on those little things. But obviously he can't do this when he's a guest at someone else's house.

"Ah Mu......"

Sitting in the guest seat, Swain ate with proper etiquette and was not slow at all. His demeanor perfectly matched the role of a gentleman. He was not pretentious at all and was very relaxed, as if he were at home. Same.

All these reveal the atmosphere of high cultivation and education.

On the opposite side, Sortilina's mother put down the knife and fork in her hand. She didn't care about herself at all. Instead, she looked at Sven's eating expression with a smile on her face and was very satisfied.

"Zibeluku-kun, try this too."

Sortilina's mother happily cut a piece of steak and put it on Sven's plate.

"Yes, thank you very much, Mrs. Serurut"

"It's okay~"

Sortilina's mother at the dining table looked at Sven more and more.

On the other hand, Sortilina looked a little uneasy. She felt that she had done something wrong by inviting Sven to her home. What about the choice?

Why is this unfolding different from what I thought?

No, it can’t be said to be different from what I imagined.

After all, my mother did entertain Swain very warmly, but.......

Are you too enthusiastic?

Didn’t you really misunderstand my relationship with Swain?

"......."

Sortilina's father, who was sitting at the top, also had a melancholy look on his face.

What expression should I put on at this time?

To put it bluntly, the essence of a dinner party between nobles is to brag and show off to each other while maintaining superficial social skills and elegance.

According to his experience, most conversations should be like this......

Ouch, your child has grown so big?

And he looks so talented, so good!

Where, where~ Hahaha!

Looking at it like this, he should be a knight regardless of his calling, right?

Hey, that's great. My child is just an advanced swordsman, eh.....

Humph, where are the words? It’s good to be a high-level swordsman, too! It's not like my child insists on being a knight! You can't see anyone all day long. oh? Yes, yes.... yes!

Hahaha!

Oh ho ho.....

Or,

I heard that your child is going to participate in a swordsmanship competition?

How about it? Where did you get?

Uh haha......He's still a little kid, it's too early for him.....

How can there be~ Isn’t he the same age as my child?

My children are all in the top eight, yours should be no different, right?

Well.....

Shouldn't conversations like this be the kind of things that should be discussed at parties and dinners?

Sitting and eating together in such a friendly and wonderful atmosphere? nonexistent!

This look actually looks very unusual!

So Sortilina's father wanted to speak several times and open up the topic, but......

"Zibeluku-kun, come and try this again.....Oh, and this!"

"How about some juice?"

"I accidentally discovered this in a shopping street before, and I really liked the taste!"

"Thank you very much, it tastes great"

"....Bah, bah, huh? Turns out it’s this. It’s made from a recipe I accidentally mentioned to someone in the store."

"Wow! Really?"

"Of course, there are just a lot of raw materials that are too expensive and not suitable for sale as products, so I used some other materials instead. If you like it, I will give you the complete recipe later."

"Really? Thank you so much!"

"No, you're welcome......"

Just like this, every time Sortilina's father wanted to speak, he was drowned out by the rapid questions and answers from the other side.

So much so that he hummed for a long time, but in the end he didn't say a word, which made him look extremely embarrassed.

Am I such a failure as the head of the family?

During the entire meal, only Sortilina's mother and Sven were actually eating and chatting as if they were a family. They were talking and laughing from beginning to end, chatting about their parents' shortcomings and interesting things outside. The others became outsiders. ?

Moreover, Sortilina’s mother’s topics were discussed one after another without interruption, and the topics were also very jumping.

One moment it was routine, the next moment it became a business strategy, then it changed to the policy of serving the government and governing the people, and the next moment it became a tactical plan for an expedition.

Faced with switching topics so quickly.

Let alone the answer for ordinary people, how to change the topic tactfully and without confusing the other party is a technical task.

This is also thanks to Sortiliena, a mother who can be called an all-rounder. If it were anyone else, such as Sir Serrut who still looked depressed, he would probably be stunned.

The surrounding maids and Sortiliena herself never thought that their own Mrs. Serrut was so powerful! ?

It feels like the whole person’s character attributes have been changed!

At the same time, it is also very concerning. How did these two people, the current Sir and His Lady, meet and get married?

The surprise here is not over yet. What is even more surprising is that Swain seems to have been involved in all the various questions raised by the opposite party. He can always answer them very smoothly, almost in the voice of the opposite party. As soon as he landed, the answer was given here.

He even said that he could tell a thing or two about the girl's home's sewing, textiles, embroidery, sewing, and makeup. In some aspects, the level even seemed to surpass that of his own wife? Benefit it a lot?

This extensive knowledge made everyone present grin from ear to ear.

This person is just like Mrs.......Not even simple.....

Seeing the lackluster competition on the field?

Sortiliena was completely confused.

And Sir Serulut also began to worry. Can his daughter really suppress this man?

Just don’t become what you are now in the end.......

It’s a good chat here.

The other two people at the table looked very restrained from beginning to end, and even felt like they were redundant here.

As husband and daughter, neither of them had ever enjoyed such care from Mrs. Serurut.

Is she my (Lina) mother or Sven's mother?

Could it be that she actually always wanted a boy?

Is this an expression of dissatisfaction with oneself?

This lunch was finally finished when Sortilina and her father were confused.

Later, when Sven was about to help with housework again, this time he was stopped by Sortilina's mother.

"It is already against the rules to ask guests to help with the cooking. If they are asked to help with the cleaning, it will appear that the Selulut family has not treated them well."

Under the strong request of Sortilina's mother and the complicated gaze of her father, Swin and Sortilina left the table.

(To be continued)

"Asking for flowers"、"Asking for a reward"、"Ask for collection" or"Ask for monthly pass"