Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

After dealing with Osarino's clothes, Alex began to wipe the wine stains off his own body.

"This is his assessment of you... I don't want to take empiricism as the infallible truth, but Cecil and I should both agree on this point. If you hadn't taken action then, the likelihood of you doing so again in the future would have been greatly reduced."

Osarino: "Then why did you stop me?"

"Cecil is always short of time, so he would choose this extreme method, but I have some differences with him on this point. I think we should always give young people some opportunities. Besides, my time is not so tight."

Because Alex spilled the wine on himself first and then on Osarino, a larger area of ​​his clothes was wet, making it much more difficult to deal with than helping Osarino. He couldn't just use a stain remover, but needed to use a cotton ball to absorb the wine that had soaked into the fabric. However, he continued to deal with it while replying, "Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't stopped you and you had just gotten angry and done it?"

Osarino: "You're going to kill me?"

"Very good," Alex said. "I'm glad you're willing to sacrifice your life to achieve your goal, but the question is, can you achieve your goal?"

Osarino thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Stupid," Alex concluded without even looking at Osarino.

Osarino nodded.

"One of the advantages of youth is that they always have a chance to make amends for their foolish actions. I helped you this time," Alex said. "But next time, don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. Now, to answer your question, if you really do it, we won't do anything to you, but I'm afraid you'll lose your freedom for the rest of your life. You'll never be able to return to your hometown, and you'll never truly control your family. We will choose another obedient ally from among your descendants."

While Osarino was thinking, Alex suddenly asked, "What do you think of Miss Margaret?"

At first, Osarino took it for granted that the other party simply wanted to know what he thought of Margolyne. To be honest, given Osarino's current situation, although he was reluctant to admit it, he also knew that he was attached to this woman who was five or six years older than him. If Margolyne left him one day, he would be very uncomfortable and very sad.

But Alex's expression immediately made Osarino realize that this was not the answer he wanted to hear. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through Osarino's mind, and he finally saw the fact that he had been avoiding:

"Miss Margolin...she's here to spy on me."

Alex didn't directly defend Maglin. Instead, he said, "No matter what, someone has to take care of you and report your situation to higher authorities. This is unavoidable. If I were to handle your family's affairs, I would have to place someone I trust by your side."

Osarino: You mean you wouldn't let it be like this?

"Some things can't be changed," Alex said. "Even if I were to handle this matter, your father's actions would still be unforgivable... But I might be more cautious when dealing with your mother and sister. Do you know why Cecil is so eager to capture you and your sister?"

Osarino, of course, didn't know, so Alex further explained, "Even after Cecil... defeated your father, the war wasn't over yet. Your father's lieutenants were still organizing resistance in your name. If Cecil had steadily advanced the front as planned, it might have taken months for him to end the conflict. By then, you and your family would have survived, but Tessarell's soldiers would have sacrificed thousands of lives. And after capturing you, Cecil forced the remaining resistance forces to surrender within two hours. He did it for the lives of his own soldiers, so don't hate him."

At the mention of his mother and sister, Osarino's eyes welled up again. He sniffed twice and asked, "So you're willing to trade the lives of thousands of soldiers for the lives of my mother and sister?"

"Believe me, if you were faced with a similar choice in the future, you wouldn't be willing to trade the lives of thousands of loyal and brave men for the lives of one or two, even if they were people you cared about very much." Alex said, "And what really made Cecil make the decision wasn't the lives of these soldiers, but time."

Alex knew Osarino wouldn't understand, so he continued, "Facing this kind of localized resistance, there's actually no need to storm it. Cut off all their supplies and surround them. It might take years for them to surrender, but casualties will be greatly reduced. Cecil chose this risky approach not only to reduce the bloodshed among his men, but also to demonstrate his capabilities to the outside world. The political prospects of ending a planetary rebellion in a few weeks versus a few years are completely different."

At this point, Alex had finally finished cleaning his clothes, but a closer look revealed subtle differences. Not only was there a color difference from the alcohol, but there were also traces of friction from the fabric during blotting and wiping. Restoring the clothes to their original state would be a real hassle, but Alex didn't mind. He patted Osarino on the back and said, "That's enough. Shall we go home?"

“But, but if Miss Margoline asks... what should I say?” asked Osarino.

"She won't ask." Alex looked quite confident, but seeing that Osarino still looked guilty, he could only smile and say, "If Miss Margolyn really asks, you should answer her questions truthfully. Do you think the topic we just discussed is a huge secret for Miss Margolyn and Cecil?"

Osarino and Alex returned to the banquet hall, but before they had gone far, Osarino suddenly stopped.

He saw Maglin, and also saw the girl of the same age as him who was talking to Maglin. The girl was no longer wearing the purple dress that he had seen at the beginning. Instead, she was wearing a white knee-length skirt with a black long-sleeved shirt on the outside, and a red jabot at the collar.

Compared to the previous set of clothes which gave people a sense of incongruity, this set of clothes is obviously more suitable for the girl's age.

Alex also saw the girl at the same time, and then he sighed imperceptibly, and then he gently pushed Osarino's back:

"Go ahead, it's yours...and mine."