Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

After a 30-minute break, I also stood by. Come on, the stage is set. All you have to do is open it.

Count Marsh on the stand. You're pretty depressed. I guess you're desperate to figure out how you can get away with it. There's no escape route though.

"Then we resume the trial!

Your Honor declared.

"Please wait! Hey, it's a mistake of some kind! Count Marsh is kind! This... brother, it's terrible!

"Rosalind..."

"That's right, wake up, Rosalind!

"Milphilia!?

Heroes come late. My Lady Villain Warrant (Hero) Dear Milfiria, I'm here! Shh, nice!

"You seem to have made it, don't you? I, Milfilia-Laurel, will disprove Count Marsh!

The perimeter crept in unison.

"Be quiet! Quiet, what do you mean?

"I was planning on returning to Kristia one foot away. That's where the thugs attacked me. Count Marsh, they were hired by you to try to kill me."

"I have nothing to do with it!

"... you're right... you can't possibly know I'm going home one step ahead."

"... No way... Milfilia, I'm sorry. I told Count Marsh. That Milfiria will be home one step away."

My gaze gathered on Count Marsh.

"Well! Then there's nothing wrong with that. Bad times, Count Marsh! How about it's time you plead guilty?

"... even you, if only you weren't there! You drove everything crazy! If only you weren't here!

The twisted Earl Marsh strikes Milfi. Along with the sound of a petty Harrison, Count Marsh blew his nose out as he erupted.

"Divergent!! What are you doing to our Milfi?!

Yes, Milfi was just acting. Because I'm the mastermind! Master Alfiej and his brother bursting into laughter after blowing up. Besides, the weapon is surreal: Harrison (the power is awesome because of the ring, of course).

"What?"

My condition is galloping, and my surroundings and Count Marsh are astonishing. It was a little faster than planned, but lets screw it up!

"Even without Milfiria, you've been caught, you idiot. You were set up by me. [M] I asked Milfiria to make you a mess, incite hatred and hatred, and direct her to trust me. Nicely hooked, huh? Bar Cover Ca"

"What...?!?

"You shouldn't have put your hands on Milphyria. It was a trap. Even that I told them I was planning to return to Milfiria."

"Huh...!?

"By the way, one of the paddy fields seems to have been reported to Chan and His Majesty. To keep you from being discreet, I asked Mr. Leol to pretend I missed it."

"Ah... ah..."

"Even more. No, he said evidence... Rabbisha!

"Yes, sir. This way, sir."

My ninja (maid of honor) brought me some solid material. I'll put it up.

"Back Book ~"

Stand aside and say it in a drao-mon style. You look familiar, don't you? It's your back book, isn't it? Oh, you're pale.

"This Rabbisha is my exclusive maid of honor, super competent. I had him infiltrated as a behavioral apprentice. Good job undercover, Rabbisha."

"Even better news for your husband. It's also taken from the merchant. This will be the report. This book is definitely real. Dear Milfiria, I have a contract for your assassination."

"Ugh!

Count Marsh, who shakes himself. Ha ha.

The judge snapped his neck.

"... did you already have solid evidence? Why didn't you send it out right away?

"It's to flatter. I wanted you to be betrayed and desperate."

The judge smiled and shut up. Silence is gold, isn't it? It will pass if your face is slightly tight.

Earl Marsh groaned.

"Wow, I'm nothing..."

"... Yeah, well, I didn't do anything 'to me'"

"Is...?

"But he set up my friend's father to take up the territory and imprison him for three years, making my friend financially distressed and giving up money from people with sick bodies. Isn't that cute compared to what you've done?

Neither did my conscience (dilk) disagree with this plan. That's what I mean.

"Mr. Mitchell said you were a friend, right? Even if I understand you've set it up."

"... Mr. Rosalind, already..."

Enough. Enough. said Mr. Mitchell. But I'm not happy!

"I refuse!

"Huh!?

"I don't like it, Mr. Mitchell would! You're not supposed to forgive me to this extent! I will make my best friend (Milfi) regret his fangs to death! It's a hell of a lot more than living! I basically won't tolerate anyone with a hand in my body!

I won't accept the stubbornness that you must have made! You didn't want to! The truth is!

And I had a screening. His name is also [Count Marsh's Black History Case Book]

Contents thoroughly cover the past Count Marsh wants to hide! From embarrassing childhood failures, sad boyhood compared to Mr. Mitchell, and even memories of being fumbled by the fact that I like Mr. Mitchell for a woman I fell in love with, puberty kooky poem, and more! It's full of black history!

"That's great. I'm turning my mind precisely."

"That's Rosalind..."

"Well, you even prepared this stuff"

Inspiring Master Alfiej, brother and Milfi. Good luck with that! I cut my sleep, too!

Mr. Mitchell has a distant eye. But I thought I was making this case file, but it sounds like Mr. Mitchell was an insurmountable wall for Count Marsh. Years are near, and they compare… has this happened after all these years of complex distortion?

"Ugh... I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you..."

Oh, finally, Count Marsh cried. He's burning in anger, staring at me with hatred.

"Ugh, wow!?

Suddenly a demon jumped out of Master Judas and entered Count Marsh. Are you attracted to hatred? Because of his mental craziness, the demon has made Count Marsh look like a rat demon.

"Milfi, give me the heavens!

"Yes! 'Awakening Contact (Awake Kiss)!'"

Milfi kissed the back of my hand. At once, strength is felt from all over the body. I wear a white knight costume with an engagement ring. Knuckle the ring further and hit Count Marsh.

"I was!

"Chiuuuu ~"

By the way, the ring has Chita conferring holy attributes. I don't know what to do! Count Marsh has turned it into a sandbag. I don't feel like losing!

"This hand of mine shines and burns! Defeat the enemy and shout!

Focus magic on knuckles. The magic of knuckles is converted into sacred attributes and becomes a golden flame. Looks like the knuckle is on fire.

"Fever! Golden Wave Unstarred (Golden Hamster)!"

The moves were super aptly named because the opponent was a rat, but the effect was perfect, and Count Marsh was cleansed clean and refreshing.

I went to Master Judas just in case, and he said he hid again. They hate me like a caterpillar. I pressed no with the curse of Kabadi. And don't come out on your own, if you do, I'll knock you down. I made a fuss (threat).

"Hey, why do you keep seeing me like this..."

It seems Count Marsh was purified himself as he defeated the demon, just crying.

Then I'm worn out because I'm bummed out.

"It's not sweet! Superior complex! Why, it must be because I messed with myself first! You should have worked hard to keep Mitchell from beating you and stretched out another excellent part! I'll give you inferiority on your own, because you've plunged others into it!

Breathe deeply. This is something you should tell yourself and the people around you.

"Count Marsh, you have insulted all the nobles. As a nobleman, I did what I shouldn't have done. If you are a nobleman, you must do your duty. You must discipline yourself strictly because you have power, and you must devote yourself to your country because you have privilege… to your people. Can you truly boast of your 'noble self' in a non-bloodstream part?

"Ah..."

Count Marsh opened his eyes to my words. The scene is quiet as if the hustle and bustle were lies earlier.

Mr. Mitchell approaches slowly and speaks calmly to Count Marsh.

"... Meekill, I envied you. Sometimes you were social and followed me. I didn't know I was tormenting you. Sorry."

"Ahhh... ahhh!!

He finally repented of his sins or cried in a sad voice.

Your Honor moved. It's a clear voice.

"I'll give you the verdict! Mitchell-Rattle is not guilty! Capture Count Marsh and the accomplice nobility as the true culprits, to be tried at a later date!!

Thus, the trial was concluded. An accomplice nobleman? Of course I treated you. The contents are secret, but Dirk stopped me halfway, I'll just say.

Then my series of attacks on the Earl of Marsh, the Wolfaneers, who saw the punishment for other nobles, said, 'Rosalind-Rosenberg must never be offended. And don't put your hands inside her,' she carved into her heart.