Half a year after Yurgenschmidt inaugurated its first underage aub, Hannelore finds herself pressed to choose from a growing list of marriage candidates. Unsure how best to proceed, she turns to her dear friend Rozemyne for guidance.
On one hand they are in the Royal Academy, which used to be called the Land of the Gods in the past.
On the other, Hannelore didn’t seem to have put any mana into her prayers, so they should have had only a minimal effect, if any at all.
Maybe her suiters have nothing at all to do with the gods. Kenntrips and Rasantark have been fond of her since she entered the Royal Academy, Raufereg is more interested in opening up his own chance to play ditter against Rozemyne than any genuine romantic feelings. Which leaves only Ortwin, but with them being in the same grade and course, not to mention a good political match, it wouldn’t be that surprising if he had developed feelings for her since before she started praying, but just managed to keep them hidden until now.
I’d say Hannelore is indeed quite equal to Rozemyne in matters of romance, i.e. very perceptive in romantic matters concerning others, but almost entirely blind to their own. Just like Rozemyne, Hannelore needed someone else to open her eyes to what was going on.
And to be fair to Rozemyne, she is far less familiar with noble romance, since when she should have been taught, she was in a coma and afterwards both her noble mothers assumed the other one would do it, leaving her hanging. And Ferdinand is a master in masking his emotions, not to mention rather inexperienced in romantic matters himself and only having come around to making outright advances pretty much during the war.
Meanwhile Hannelore was taught well, understands the noble euphemisms around love and had her romantic prospective partners either mess up and show their feelings openly by mistake (i.e. Ortwin’s blunder) or just state them straight up like Rasantark, with either little or no room for misinterpretations.
No, at least you are aware of your shortcomings unlike Our Gremlin.
I hope the finale will be Rube Goldberg machine of perfect timings.
He didn’t have any chances from the very start
I kinda wonder how much the gods are messing with Hanelore since praying to Jungereise and the hairpin delivery outcome seem to convient.
Then again I’m not sure of the scope of the gods to view stuff in real time.
On one hand they are in the Royal Academy, which used to be called the Land of the Gods in the past.
On the other, Hannelore didn’t seem to have put any mana into her prayers, so they should have had only a minimal effect, if any at all.
Maybe her suiters have nothing at all to do with the gods. Kenntrips and Rasantark have been fond of her since she entered the Royal Academy, Raufereg is more interested in opening up his own chance to play ditter against Rozemyne than any genuine romantic feelings. Which leaves only Ortwin, but with them being in the same grade and course, not to mention a good political match, it wouldn’t be that surprising if he had developed feelings for her since before she started praying, but just managed to keep them hidden until now.
I’d say Hannelore is indeed quite equal to Rozemyne in matters of romance, i.e. very perceptive in romantic matters concerning others, but almost entirely blind to their own. Just like Rozemyne, Hannelore needed someone else to open her eyes to what was going on.
And to be fair to Rozemyne, she is far less familiar with noble romance, since when she should have been taught, she was in a coma and afterwards both her noble mothers assumed the other one would do it, leaving her hanging. And Ferdinand is a master in masking his emotions, not to mention rather inexperienced in romantic matters himself and only having come around to making outright advances pretty much during the war.
Meanwhile Hannelore was taught well, understands the noble euphemisms around love and had her romantic prospective partners either mess up and show their feelings openly by mistake (i.e. Ortwin’s blunder) or just state them straight up like Rasantark, with either little or no room for misinterpretations.