Chapter 9 Hagen's Royal Family (3)

They are too polite to say that the presence of outsiders is a pity, but if they have to think it over, they will.In any case, they don't need to think about outsiders.They have professionals who are dedicated to caring for outsiders.The Planar Traveller's Hotel in Hagen is located in Hemgegen, a beautiful little kingdom on the west coast.Hotels run by branches of the Planar Authority hire local guides for travelers. Tour guides usually hold the title of duke or earl, and they lead tourists to watch the change of guards on the city walls six times a day. In fact, these guards are princes, wearing traditional and luxurious badges.The agency also offers day trips to several other kingdoms.The bus drove steadily on the old but never damaged road, lined with fruit trees in the sun.Travelers step off the bus to view the ruins, or walk into parts of the palace that are open to tourists.The occupants of the palace are aloof but very polite, as true nobles should be.Perhaps the Queen herself would come down, and though she did not look at the travelers, she would make them feel that she was smiling at them.She will teach the beautiful little princess around her to invite travelers to pick and eat in the orchard at will, and then they will return to the closed part of the palace. After the tourists have lunch, they return to the bus.That's how it is.As an introvert, I adore Hagen.Here it is not necessary for people to interact with each other, although in fact that is impossible.The food was pretty good too and the sunshine was lovely.I've been there more than once and stayed longer than most.So it happened to me that I got information about Hagen civilians.I was walking on the main street of Legna, the capital of Hemgegen, when I suddenly saw a group of people gathered in the square in front of the Church of the Martyrs.

I thought it must be another annual ceremony or festival, so I joined the crowd to take a good look.These activities are usually slow, decent, decent, and very uninteresting.But these are the only rituals, and there is a certain charm hidden in the monotony.But I soon discovered that it was a funeral.And it's nothing like any Hagen ceremony I've ever seen, the main difference being in the way people behave.Of course, these people are nobles, and all Hagen people are nobles, princes, dukes, earls, princesses, duchesses, countesses and so on.But they showed no regal composure or noble indifference with which I was familiar at the moment.They stood in squares, congregating together, and though in any ceremonial, professional, or loving activity, such closeness to each other is discouraged, yet they broke the rule, as if only for the sake of Seek solace.They are restless, sad, disordered, and borderline noisy.They showed affection.They were grieving, grieving undisguisedly.

The person closest to me in the crowd was the Duchess of Duvager, the widow of the Duke of Morgan-Fastis, and aunt to the Queen.I know who she is because I've seen her before.Every morning at 8:30, she would come out of the palace and take the king's pet Joki for a walk in the palace garden, and the hotel where I stayed was just beside the garden wall.A tour guide at the agency gave me her information.I look out the window of the hotel breakfast room and I can see the Duchess of Duvager staring off into the distance as the mighty jockie defecates under a flowering bush, like Like a true aristocrat.But now those eyes were filled with tears, and the Duchess's tender, weather-beaten face was struggling to control its expression. "Honorable lady!" I hope my translator will correct me even if I'm wrong about the Duchess: "Excuse me, I'm from another country, whose funeral is this? "She looked at me, but her eyes didn't seem to see me.

I could tell she was slightly taken aback, but she was too sad to notice my ignorance or audacity. "Heathy." Saying the name made her sob uncontrollably for a moment.