Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

The Lords' Hall is present in the centre of the New Town and at the same time part of this mansion is used as the office of the Solister Chamber of Commerce.

The mansion was a long way from the old town and existed relatively close to the separate mansion inhabited by its former lord, Creston.

The apartment is about a ten minute walk from the house of Zeros, and if you think about it, you can catch a carriage from the apartment and from there it can be faster to the Lords' Palace.

The problem is, no matter how far the old town goes, the time difference doesn't change much when it comes to traveling by carriage, and given the hassle of going through the forest trail from a separate residence to an old man's house, it doesn't change much in time, even towards the old town.

It's just the difference between getting into a new city with lots of people fast or slow, avoiding passers-by, carriages stopping on the road, etc., and it's only a loss of time for that matter.

If you are from a separate residence, head to the Lordship Hall, where the carriage travels at low speeds and leads to the loss of time in order to turn the corners of many intersections. If you go from the Old Town, you will follow a path that is almost a straight distance and less frequent, the same for both routes.

Since Dantis was at the Lordship Hall this time, he only chose a route to the relatively paved Old Town, also considering the pick-up carriage.

My old man has a view of the city through his carriage window, but honestly, he's restless.

In any case, no matter how many items are good interiors, they are carriages used by nobles.

It's full of luxury, and it's a hard environment for an old citizen.

From the windows of such aristocratic favorite carriages, the old man discovers a familiar figure.

The sight of Lena, one of the female mercenary parties, coming out of the inn, but for some reason her expression was shiny, and the boy who came out later and the five young mercenaries seemed so jealous.

Lena, who has a trance and a colorful look, and the juvenile mercenaries quickly notice a happy look on her face, even though she is exhausted and exhausted in both her finesse and roots.

"Mr. Lena... what have you done here? No, I know somehow, but why so shiny?!

And what happened to the boys, they're hello!? You're human, aren't you? It's not like the race is a vampire or a sackbus, is it?!?

The only time the old man saw Lena was when Wild Cocco's crusade request disappeared into a gap that took his eyes off him, and he hasn't seen her for days since that day. I wasn't even in church, which is also an orphanage.

Waving at the boys who got hit, Lena breaking up in front of the inn. The footprint is really light.

She is the one who "ate" the boys. When the boys and mercenaries see that they have collapsed after only a short walk, they do not seem to be able to gain strength in their hips.

Apparently they did something amazing.

"... let's do something we didn't see."

"What is it?

Dandis responds to casual whining.

It was a morning when I learned how meaningless my common sense was in this world where polygamy and monogamous polygamy were recognized.

The fact that the boys are mercenaries means that they are already recognized as adults, and will be between 14 and 15 years old. It is old enough to be the target of a beast, and everything more self-inflicted than stepped out as a mercenary.

You have to be more responsible for your actions than you are for being out in society, and even if you had relationships with touchy whores and perverse preferences, it was all a world of intellect that was treated as your responsibility.

This world is underage protection laws are vague and underdeveloped.

The old man offered his condolences to the boys.

Though in a bad mood, the carriage arrives at the Lordship Hall.

It is a beautifully styled museum with state-of-the-art Gothic technology, with few decorations but a sense of character. This is the second time I've been here, but still enough to leak my admirable breath.

"It's a great museum whenever you look at it. It's art..."

"It is a building that will be the symbol of this city, so it is bound by its appearance and interior. Praise the people who come here for their beauty."

The old man knows that objects built by collecting copies of architectural techniques will be treated as important cultural property over time. This Lordship Hall had enough beauty to match it.

However, given that it was the Dwarves of Hamba Civil Industries who remodeled this Lordship Hall and danced all over it during its work, I can't honestly praise them.

Let's imagine. A worker restoring his historical and cultural heritage is doing his job dancing like a moonwalk, a Baku universe, a twist or some musical...

Normally, I'm like, 'Are you okay with these guys?' and anxiety will be stirred. But it's horrible because their work is perfect.

The old man couldn't put a scratch in there just because he was experienced.

The old man is led by Dandis and dives the door, which is the front door.

The same goes for carriages, but coming to these aristocratic mansions makes me restless on boulders.

Servants and employees of the Solister Chamber of Commerce seemed busy coming and going in the mansion.

The area where the staff and the Duchess live seems to be divided, and although it should look like an aristocratic mansion, the sight of some company comes to mind.

- Batan!!

Suddenly a loud noise sounded and looked back, one man from another room opened the door with momentum, busy moving his neck and looking around as if he were looking for someone.

I see behavioral suspicious behavior that makes me think of any addiction symptoms, such as dyeing my hands on some nasty medicine.

"Annie, where's Annie?!!

"What is it, May fly! I'm working now!!

"I like it. I can't help but like you!! I love you, marry me!!

"Become!? What the hell is going on... no way!?

Women wolf hard at a sudden man's confession.

This was not confessed and upset, but simply seemed concerned and panicked by the surrounding eyes.

"I love everything about you. Yep...... I even like the ass hole ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

"I wonder if there's such a confession of love!!

The woman's fist is instantly twisted to amplify the power, and a clean hit to the confessed man's jaw. It was a painful blow that could target the world.

The man dancing high into the universe kept saying, 'Gwashaaaa!!' and fall out of my head in a dramatic tone.

When I saw a man like that, the woman said to Nihil, 'Huh...'

It is the lowest proposal in many ways.

"This, Coaxscrew Upper......"

"That's a brilliant blow. She seems to have lifted her arms once again. It was perfect."

"Always...... at this rate?

"No. Today, it just so happens that he developed romantic syndrome. That was a great confession."

"Love syndrome!? What is it, it is!

Love syndrome. Just a name. Emotional.

One day suddenly, heterosexuals confess to each other in a state of screaming, a phenomenon that vows love.

This is a joke-like phenomenon where the magic affects spiritual and instinctive things, causing heterosexuals to storm emotions that draw and gush against each other, drowning in affection regardless.

Those with relatively high magic develop and suddenly one day make a loud confession or proposal spectacularly, but if this works, it doesn't.

Because there is always someone in love, and no matter how much instinct you leave to confess to that person, it doesn't mean that they fit.

No matter how many instincts amplified by magic are looking for their opponents, it is synonymous with being completely frustrated if they are not willing to do so to the person accused, and vice versa, if they are accepted, they are perfectly compatible with each other.

If successful, a well-rounded family can be built, but if frayed, it is a troublesome phenomenon with the worst consequences.

These sights are well seen in the city and are happening there all year round, especially in early summer and early autumn.

It is natural instinctively to seek strong factors for the next generation, beyond being an organism, but its instincts combine with magic and modulate the spirit to induce a rampant phenomenon. As a result, a well-rounded family is promised for life, and in some cases there will be many families such as polygamy and monogamous polygamy.

Well, if it didn't go well, there's already an example...

There seems to be a lot of problems when it comes to large families, but for some reason, there are no major problems in the home, and it is easier for a family of one wife and one husband to have a variety of problems.

This is because sometimes it is easy for wives and husbands to discuss domestic problems with each other if there are more families, and vice versa, if there are fewer, they tend to hold them alone, and they fail without being able to solve the problem.

Although not all large families refer to it as a well-rounded family, it appears that family breakdowns are unlikely to occur in comparison.

As a result, large families have many farmers and do not have to worry about being understaffed.

Large families then tend to be relatively poor by converting household income, which can be cheaper in terms of taxes.

Its probably hard to raise a child, etc., but it would be the same in every society where pros and cons exist for everything.

Zveit's outrage was also greatly affected by this phenomenon, caused by the incorporation of brainwashing magic in weird directions, and his run into guessy behavior.

However, the old man learned to be wary of this phenomenon in a different way.

"What a horrible phenomenon... I don't know what I would say if I ran wild. Die socially."

"It's funny for me to watch, but I'm scared if I confess screaming like that"

Dandis isn't moving even though he says he's scared.

If this phenomenon is common sense that is normally perceived in the world as walnut, it means that I am heretical to be stunned. The old man, who finds out there is a troublesome meal, is once again afraid of this world.

"Ooh... it's Wohon. I'm sorry to hear you get flustered...... Psst!

"Gahahahahahahahaha!! It's Bakka. - Whoa!

"This guy... sucks"

"I didn't think you were such a pervert! You have a good face..."

"They keep saying it for the rest of my life -" The Man Who Loved You Up To Your Asshole, "and ku...... Bhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

"Aren't you going to keep being told even when you're dead? Ghoo! Hihahahahahahahahaha!!

"Whatever, you don't have that proposition... Poor guy..."

I make a lousy screaming proposal, and if I fail, they make it a joke story for the rest of my life.

It sucks because it develops into a socially obliterated situation.

It was an overly pitiful and painful sight, even though it was floated and rampant by heat.

"He... when it's tomorrow, isn't he lonely and dead on the corner?

"It's only right now that you can laugh. Maybe my turn will come around soon."

"Scary...... What a horrible natural phenomenon. Are you my self tomorrow..."

Love syndrome could have a happy family if it went well, but if it failed, it was also a bad disease that engraved an indelible wound on my mind for the rest of my life. A disease of love is a good word.

I wonder if I have the potential to make such a screaming proposal, and the old man can't stop the tremor. It would be a lovely piece of black history softened during ORG.

Natural physiological phenomena sometimes blow reason, stripping vicious fangs in another sense......

The old man turned to the office where the Duke of Delsassis was located, agitated by anxiety stretching out on his back.

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"Sir, I have brought Lord Zeros"

"Good luck, get in"

Upon entering the office, the Duke of Delsassis, currently at work, was fighting a bunch of papers.

It's just a task to look at the documents that have been piled up and stamp them there, but at the same time they seem to understand the contents of the documents at different speeds, and the documents in question are stacked separately.

Fortunately, there seems to be no wife.

"I'm out of time. What can I do for you today, Duke of Delsassis?

"Hmm, actually, I could ask Lord Zeros for a favor. I decided I was as hands-on as I could on a slightly troublesome issue, but as far as I know, only those who stood up could see it better."

"Is that a request...... Kina stinks."

"The perception is correct. I'm headed to the [Rahmaf Forest] to train in action at the Istol School of Magic in the near future, but when I go straight in, I want you to take me to the Zveit escort."

"Let's hear more about it. At the time of the escort and exit, I felt that there were some people behind you who didn't know what to do."

"Um, it's gonna be a little longer... let's talk more"

The beginning of the matter begins when Zveit returns to the college.

Divisive resistance broke out inside his faction, the Wieslers, who study magical national defense tactics.

At the centre are military researchers pursuing factional philosophies with Zveit, and pureblood magical aristocrats led by Samtrol, who were mounted in a power orientation and collecting gold behind them to intimidate their surroundings.

Zveit disputed the power orientation and naive tactical theory Samtrol wielded, which caused divisions within the faction due to the hang-up, and the conflict was exacerbated by the situation because he thought the opponent was using brainwashing magic.

The problem would be Samtrol, a rival opponent, where he is the second son of the Whistler Marquis, yet badly behaved, showing a bare gesture of outright denial of the concept of national defence by magic tactics advocated by his clan.

He intimidated each faction with extensive extermination magic as a shield that was still unresolved, and at the end of the day was so attached to his desire for power that he began to connect with the back organization. It is not expected from the Whistler family, which is more my parents than it was before, and his rampage, taken together, seems to have been beyond sight.

There were some who vexed him head-on, but he wore the authority of his parents' house to shut them up, and other troublesome things to see from the college side, such as starting to harass him badly.

The same is true within the same faction, and although the bloodline is in the typical position of the school faction, its status is now the lightning in front of the wind.

"Don't you say anything from the Whistler family? The... the cold guy must be your home."

"It's Sam Troll...... Permission has been granted from the Whistler family to punish them as they please. Apparently he came to his head with a complaint handled by a boulder, and he says he'll make an allowance within close range"

"Ahhh... my parents are starting to get annoyed, so you're out of control"

"Not now, though. I'm a fool who assumes I'm better than my ex. A scumbag who resents being denied at all and turns a palliative hand behind him. Nobody's in trouble for crushing it."

"Is it because my parents abandoned me too... I mean, that's why they don't love you."

The Whistler family is also strongly connected to the Knights and is one of the leading clans in the country when it comes to military defense.

It became a problem that the members of the clan ran to pedigree, forming an inmate party with their peers and storming out. Additionally, the addition of the same pedigree aristocrats made them muddy, connecting them to the back tissue at the end of the sentence and dyeing their hands in crime.

The Whistler family is a comparatively matomo, which is not considered very good by the pedigree nobles.

Since it is a more meritocratic lineage than it was, there is a relentlessly truncating side to it, even if it is incompetent, of the clan.

Still, the reason Samtrol could not be abandoned until now was because he came from a clan so powerful that his mother could not ignore it, that he did not go to cut it off in a detour.

But the situation began to spiral at once.

The reason for this lies in the rapid expansion of the authority of the Solisterians, and it is the Delsassis in front of them who are in command of that formation. He crushed both the back and the table disturbing beings from a financial point of view, and the competent were welcoming in with due treatment.

The reason is also that the Chamber of Commerce he himself started with his hobby was quite profitable and more luxurious in financial terms than any other faction. As a result, the problematic faction has tightened its capital flow, and now the magician who gets out of the faction and replaces it with a saddle on the other side also continues to follow in the city well.

Although it takes money to study, Delsassis was beginning to operate efficiently and in an organized manner by separating the departments that study magic from those that send them.

The wizards, who could not even study that they were not part of a faction, were relatively free to gain an active place to study and exercise their magic, and traitors were beginning to emerge from each faction.

The Weaslers began to spend more money running their factions, and they were unable to connect and stop the many Wizards. It is a state rolled over the palms of Delsassis.

The wizards must also earn more to live than they are human beings. But life remains painful even when we are now in the Whistler faction. The Saint-Germain faction, the same faction, earns its own funds for research and the production of magic drugs, and all the magicians there belong to are in research positions.

The Whistlers, who had been forced to take away their funds by force, were now unable to obtain funding for their activities and could not afford to take care of the wizards to whom they belonged. Moreover, the fact that Zveit embarked on factional reform leaves only the rival bloodliners behind.

Because all the pedigreeists are noble, they cannot earn their own money simply by wearing the authority of their parents' homes. Falling was also a matter of time.

"I see...... I largely get it. From the perspective of the heretical wizards, do you think that we can rejuvenate you if we finish you, Zveit? So, when you can't afford no money and send an assassin from a benevolent criminal organization..."

"Fools end badly and have trouble coping. If you make a big deal out of it, you'll stick to it once you've taken up the taste of power. Besides, it seems that the organization behind the plea is [Hydra]"

"Hydra?... Could the tissue behind it have more than one head? It's like crushing it will grow another head..."

"Uhm, those are troublesome people. I've been dealing with each other since I was younger, and these ten people are getting rid of their heads. Still, the organization disappears. Hostile groups and the majority of them took it this way...... Goho! Forget about that one."

"When you were young... what do you do from time to time!? Isn't that what the lord does?

This lord doesn't know what he's doing back there either.

The old man's question is also the beginning and end of teasing by saying 'life needs stimulation'.

Maybe he enjoys rivalry with the back tissue.

"But you've suddenly made a request. Can I help you?

"Recently, a dark merchant opposed to [Hydra] in the matter was erased. The room was locked and I think I used [Shadow Dive] because of some magic left over"

[Shadow Dive] is a skill used by assassins and dark magic wizards who can dive into shadows and travel.

However, it is not necessarily a magic that cannot be broken into in places where magic barriers and boundaries are stretched, and can be broken into anywhere. From time to time, magic was also used to lurk and travel in the shadows, and magic consumption was quite high.

Naturally, there were no boundaries or other schemes applied to buildings inhabited by ordinary people, and the only way to do so was to prevent intrusion from the surroundings, mainly using magic guides, and the college was able to intrude from anywhere.

"We're not going to break into the academy. The nobles always possess magic tools that expand the boundaries of the magic barrier. Assassination is too risky to break in."

"So put it to the college event…? Tsvate, you're a troublemaker too."

"The Knights and Mercenaries will participate in the field training. Whatever the knight is, he doesn't know who the assassin is... that's why he needs a hands-on escort"

"As a good idea to join as a mercenary, I don't necessarily take up your escort, Zveit?

"I just have to ask you to do something about it there. I can't talk until the college tells me to. I don't mind if I borrow the help of someone else I can trust, but as a formal request, the funds are going to come out this way."

The old man held his head honestly.

You are more likely to leave the escort than join as a mercenary. Then you'll have to think of another way.

'Would you even make a magic prop that informs you of an emergency... And I'll take those three too. Stonegolem would be a blow, and above all, far stronger than the rest of the mercenaries.'

The old man thinks of a few ways to help him hit, and starts building a plan to stop the assassination.

"You're going to take it on."

"It's my goddaughter who's after me. You can't just say no..."

Say hello to Zveit.

"I'll make some useful gear. I'll hit you as hard as I can, but I don't know if I can stop you completely, do I?

"That's okay. Still... did they come to set you up in the war? I think it's over-equipped."

"That's what they all say. Unfortunately, we don't have the same clothes to dress. This was a relatively mattomo."

The old man's gear was floating with arrows.

Even the appearance of a demon mentor, his equipment is such a vicious substitute that he can deal with one country.

When you meet a lord with such gear, you'll just think you're here to declare war at the earliest opportunity.

Zeros was seriously worried about renewing his suit.

"I see...... All right, I want you to join me in that gear when I escort you. If you know you have a hand job, your opponent won't be able to move in a detour either. It's going to be about restraint."

"... can I hide my face? I don't want to stand out."

"... isn't it now? Well, let's just say we leave that to Lord Zeros' discretion."

"When will that training in action begin?

"Two weeks from now. I'd like you to come to the academy a few days ago, if you can. If you take the boat, you'll be quick."

"Okay. Okay, let's go back now and start getting ready. Fortunately, some mercenaries are free."

Thus the old man began to prepare for the request for escort.

Though I thought it was troublesome, it was also because I felt comfortable abandoning Zveit.

"By the way, how do you get the information in the college? Are you sending agents disputed to the average person?

"... it's better for you not to know. Only those who are prepared to step into the world behind them"

I don't seem to be willing to answer, but it turns out that the word only implies the existence of a proprietary intelligence agent.

The Duke of Delsassis was the moment he realized he was a dangerous person who should never turn to his enemies.

At the same time, if you're on your side, you can be sure that no one is more reliable...

There are many mysteries about a deadbeat.

Whatever it was, the old man was to meet his godson again.

From this day on, Zeros started making items to protect the Zveites, but it goes without saying that he even made extras in good shape.

[Black exterminator] is a productive job.

For the record, the old man went by purchasing soy sauce and miso, and vinegar in turn at the Solister Chamber of Commerce.

It looks like accumulated soy sauce and tastes like cocoa eggs.

Now only liquor and sashimi are made, but the old man doesn't know how to make sashimi.

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Time returns a little.

When the woman entered the back alley, she stepped into the lonely tavern ahead.

There are men in the tavern who don't look like they have a mattomo quota.

The men had a humble grin when they saw the woman, but it was stopped by a master who was pouring alcohol at the counter. The moment they told her something, the men paled their faces and just dropped off her back.

When the woman goes behind the tavern, she pulls the hidden lever next to the shelf where the liquor is lined up.

The sound of something coming off echoes, and the shelf in front of you slowly moves forward. The liquor shelf was a hidden door.

When you go down the stairs that appear behind the shelves to the basement, all you have to do is go straight ahead.

The city that was once on earth was buried with the times, and the new city was built on top of it, making this the root castle of those who live in the backyard.

Going down a path illuminated by demonic stone lamps, in ancient times ruins used as merchant mansions were used as rooms for those who hired her today.

The woman opened the door uncomfortably, and there were several men there.

No, he seems too young to say a man, and decides he's a rich bong from the look of the blue odor remaining.

When the woman glances at the teenagers, she walks over to the man in the suit who is facing each other, trying to pinch the table and creep into her back.

The man prefers a purple hue in which the suit is coming, but he can't even say he has a good taste in flattery, he fits several rings with slightly larger jewels prominent in his hands, and he lowers the gold necklace from his neck.

I don't care how you look at it, I'm not a cat person, I'm like a dong in the back society.

"Oh? Darling, were you dealing with a customer? Something seems young..."

"Are you back... So, what's the outcome?

"Easy win. I wonder what Darling's men were doing with that amount of trouble?

"You're reliable. Now one blind guy disappeared. We can monopolize business for a while."

"Ugh...... nice. There's gonna be a lot of money coming in."

The man lays his hands on the woman and gives her complexion thanks to love.

The teenagers, unable to hide their frustration with the two flirting conversations in front of them, said, 'Dunn!' and slap the table vigorously.

Instead of being short minded, he doesn't seem to be able to stand to be ignored.

"We're in the middle of a business meeting. You take the job? How about that!!

"Boy, if you want me to do my job, learn how to handle adults. If we're gonna give you the money, we're gonna kill anybody, okay? Who are you going to kill?

"It's him. In the future, there will be no cracks in our relationship... I want to finish it within the moment."

One photo placed on the table.

Even though it is a photograph, it is an exquisite picture of the figure on a piece of paper with a magic guide. But it was enough for the man behind it to have one.

"Phew... you're pretty handsome. Even your first love child was taken from the side? Boy."

"Who's the boy! All you have to do is kill this guy like you were told!

"Watch your mouth, kid. We don't have to get a job, do we? I see your faction has been disappointed lately. Kill all sources of funding."

"Ugh..."

"You're the only ones in trouble, it's none of our business. Remember, with the help of the broker who took care of you, you're just dealing with a kid like you."

A man seems to be better at one or two of them, he knows the identity and inner details of those already on this scene, and just discloses slight information about which takes the lead.

The teenagers will be in trouble if they do not accept the request, and they have no choice but to shut up.

It's like we've already figured out which one is superior at this point.

"But you're the son of that [silent lion]. Targeted a nasty opponent."

"Oh, is this boy that famous?

"My father. He smashed most of our organization. You're seriously crushing the Whistlers... He's a strong enemy, isn't he?

"Become!?" Shut up, you fucking hungry bastard, you don't know anything. "

Shut up the teenager's mouth with insulting words.

[Hydra], the back tissue, had at one time come one step ahead of the cow's ear through the back world that extended throughout the Solister Magic Kingdom, but only one man drove the tissue to the brink of destruction.

He tried to kill the man more than once, but not only did he get back, but he took most of the talent from the organization. He knew the target's parents were terribly dangerous men. Because the other person does not perceive his movements, the street name given in the back society is [Silent Lion].

Eventually those two names also spilled over into the table and became known as the [Silent Lion] [Silent Lords] [Strongest Skekomashi].

As for the last street name, he was named after the bastards for jealousy because he came from a woman who was just drinking in silence.

"I was honestly surprised when he became the head of the Duke's house... He's got a cool face, but he's worse than us."

"Nice story inside. I'm gonna freak out. Wow ♡"

"He's a horrible man. When he's on the move, the Weaslers are already packed. I just have to tell you to give up."

The teenagers were stunned.

Kill my son, and now that parent will come and seriously crush this one.

Moreover, when the monster that had crushed a large force in the back society became the target, we felt that the boulders had a heavy load on us. Worst of all, the faction was in danger of being crushed to its home.

"Well good. I'll take your request, because you're the target anyway."

"Yes, no... we..."

"You think you can run away now? By the time you get here, you'll be over there already. He's not only smart at using people, he's a man who moves himself if he needs to... it's also very dangerous."

The teenagers learn about despair. He was stepping into a place where he could no longer go back.

In order for us to survive, we cannot sleep in peace unless we destroy all those who oppose us. They jump into danger unknowingly and now know that they have turned their most dangerous opponents against their enemies.

I couldn't help but call him Boy, he was even far from immature and childish.

"Well, if you end this target, you'll be able to return the interest to that man. This kid will take all the blame, and our bellies won't hurt."

"Oh? So you're taking this job?

"Oh... Sharanla, do me another job? They're going to prepare your meal."

"You have no choice. If that's what Darling says, I'll take it on. Instead, when you're done, you're gonna have to buy a lot of stuff, right?

"Oh, I'll buy you anything. You bring me luck."

The race was thrown.

I just found out that the result of trying to get rid of the blind guy was that the bigger guy than I expected was holding back, and the teenager - Samtrol - can't stop trembling.

Target, there was nothing wrong with Zveit alone, but his parent, the Duke of Delsassis, was more dangerous than his son. No, it's a monster that doesn't even reach his feet.

It is not a sane shakedown, such as challenging the back organization alone and pushing it to the brink of devastation.

Moreover, it was no exaggeration to say that even the earliest monsters were easy to say when they were still alive.

They will now finally understand how foolish they were.

But you can't run anymore.

Because it is the result of unintended action, and whether the assassination succeeds or fails, the outcome will remain the same.

The Samtrolls have opened their doors to hell, and now they regret it.