Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"What the hell are you going to do?

Pinch the table in the reception room, father and Kathleen relative.

I'm - I'm going to intervene in Cadkeus if I have to, and I'm going to step in myself... if I have to remain absent, that's fine.

Kathleen said, distorting her expression.

"What do you mean, what?

"You understand, don't you? Why did you say you were stripping Byron of his inheritance?

"This would also be the case if we were to push ourselves to the aristocratic dwellings of other houses and behave and behave disrespectfully. I'm lucky to have been able to make things easier for you, but that's why I can't make a sweet disposition."

"- I'll talk to you. What house are you from?

This reaction... Kathleen doesn't know what Byron is doing?

"I'm not talking about that stage.... you're not aware of Byron's actions?

"Naturally! As I said I would go say hello to the Marquis! If you go home, Byron's stuck in his room! The servants can't give up their minutes, and they don't try to tell me anything! What do you want me to know!

Kathleen wrapped her hands around her forehead so she could have a headache, her eyes open and her mouth angle hung up.

"Yeah, that's what this is all about? Didn't you hide and go see Theodore?

I think Kathleen's own reason for accompanying her is obvious.

If Byron's behavior was such an outrage, I'd be the only one against him. Kathleen has been telling me.

"... it's not a question of who they are. Byron stepped into the house on his own because he was a common son if his opponent was Theodore"

"Well, what's the problem?

Cold - my father frowns at Kathleen as she narrows her eyes and says away.

"You too... are you saying that if the other person is a civilian, there's no problem to that extent?

I'm saying it's enough to get rid of a man.

"It's enough to do. It's also a matter of fitness as a lord, and Theodore is now a direct minister of His Majesty the King, not just a civilian."

Said Kathleen, solidifies for a moment and opens her eyes.

Kathleen didn't even know who I was, did she? Since the servants were replaced, the information coming in seemed to be restricted as well.

Standing up from the chair, with a disgusting look on his face, he walks around busily to the left to the right.

"That's - I guess it's because I didn't know. If you let Theodore forgive Byron, you can do it."

"Don't be stupid. Theodore makes sense. If you tried to sweeten me on that occasion because I was inside you, you would have rejected me and acted as someone else. First, there were other aristocrats. It's not just about Theodore."

"If you can't do it with love, you just have to give it a profit. You just need to pile enough. If it's a junior nobleman, you can name my home with the Count."

"You..."

If you can't complain about the affection of your flesh parents, fish for money or profit. If you're not convinced, you can pile up the money. He wants me to poke my knee in the name of the Counts and Marquis if I'm at the moment. That's what Kathleen's saying.

Sure, some people would listen if they made fun of their rights and power, but my father seemed to be losing his word to Kathleen, who said no more than two conversations.

"I'm just saying - there are other ways to do things than what you think. As long as we get through here, Byron can still start over. Isn't that right?

and so on, and although I have no choice but to say so because I am exploring Byron's path to survival.

If I can tell you, this is the only Kathleen I've always seen. It's a face I didn't show in front of my father, but it's inevitable that he'll be held accountable anyway, so it's reopening.

Kathleen and Byron, well... will never be able to get out of Count's territory again. If it were bad, it would be morbid, accidental death, but I don't even think my father would prefer that kind of hand.

My father's forgiveness for wanting to avoid it if I can is bad in nature. If you lose Kathleen's sweet words, you become an accomplice (...).

That's how much I can afford it. - Kathleen hasn't given up. This is a margin when you know the situation itself. If it really doesn't work out for you, Kathleen has a seizure. I still have an idea, you should see.

"I was - apparently wrong"

"What?

"I thought what you guys had been hiding from me was because they were Lisa's children - Theodore. I felt sorry for everyone that I deserved it and hit Theodore around. But... if it's not noble to you, is it equally like a roadside stone? So did Byron... but then I can't let him succeed me."

Right, right. Kathleen's idea would be - if it weren't for nobility, it wouldn't be for people.

Said Kathleen has already reopened, laughing small.

"Heh, heh. Responsibilities of nobility - is it? It would be an ideal theory like mold growing. That one. Actually, I hate it. Some of you are doing better, but why should I?"

Responsibilities. What responsibilities does Kathleen have and who is she talking about compared to herself?

For example, have you been married to the Count's house? He said he was unhappy that he had taken on the aftermath of the Marquis' scattering.

I don't know what the other brothers and sisters in the Marquis are doing, but I'm sure it's the "good guys" if you let Kathleen tell you.

Kathleen was very restrained in her sequence and identity. That must have been a reversal of my dissatisfaction with that place, too. There were so many remarks to me about the Count's format and the fact that he was from the Marquis.

My father opens his mouth and swallows the words that came out. I don't know what you tried to say. When I wave my wear to regain my mind, I quietly open my mouth.

"Now... we can't help but speak of resentment towards each other's parents. But at this point, let me ask you one thing. You let your servant's HR take its chances because of your dictatorship? Or is it the intention of the Marquis Broderick?

"Come on? If you're curious, go ahead, but why don't you call the magic inquisition"

Kathleen laughs lightly. There's a verse I know I can't and I'm saying it.

The magic used for magical interrogation is secret.

There are quite a few people who can use it, and the country knows where it is. Call it, etc.

It is nothing more than an act that exposes the rest of us to parts that cannot be tabulated by the aristocrats. Byron's ugliness today is harder than having to lay low, too.

Reasons for molesting HR. That means a lot. If Kathleen did what she wanted in the house... there's a problem, but it's not that far.

But if it was the intention of the Marquis Broderick - I can accept that it was because the Marquis had a strong influence inside the Count family. In short, you can call it the takeover of the Count's house.

Is there a difference between whether you went ahead with your father and Kathleen with that intention from the beginning, or did you do so because there is a possible environment?

In any case, it seemed difficult to ask whether the Marquis Broderick was white or black from Kathleen.

"Why don't you let Byron see you?

"... I'm in the back room. I have the keys."

That's when my father slowly stood up and took his gaze off Kathleen.

My expression disappears from Kathleen, who was smiling coldly. I stuck my hand in my nose and it was the medicine bag that I took out.

This (...) is Kathleen's trump card.

Sleeping pills or poisons? Or something - another medicine. This is a place to make my father grow up and hit him with some kind of hand. For example, rely on the Marquis? Or I would have slave magic on my father, and there would be a hand in slowly trying to clean things up. Or is it something that can solve the problem with just one of these medicines?

But sweet. That's why I put Cadkeus on my father.

My father looks back at the sound of the cup falling on the carpet and both harden.

"Nah."

- I mean, there was Kathleen punching powder over a table with nothing and a spoon in her hand.

I let Cadkeus pull the cup off the side of the table, that's the result. Kathleen must have had no idea why.

It's obvious what you were trying to do. At the side, my hand slipped out of tension and dropped the cup, it just seems.

"You - That's it"

"Wow, I..."

Now it's time. The grin disappeared from Kathleen's face.

"Shit! This is, it's not! I'm like this!

It makes no difference. There was just no chance of success.

"... that's good enough. I paid people to question your involvement with Byron in today's case... but I didn't expect to betray it in this way"

To her father, who said pale in a quiet tone, Kathleen turned to a dismal face, but the next moment she shouted with her hands on her chest with a proud face, just saying that she had come up with some sort of proposal.

"Wow, give me - what your father would say if you put your hands on me!

I wonder what you're going to say. I can't. Does my father know, too, after narrowing his eyes, he shook his head to the side.

- You're not gonna say anything.

"Eh -"

"The servant of the ancient ginseng you brought with you has already fired. If Marquis Broderick's intentions were to be involved in the servant's personnel, it would be an occasion when he was working out a matrix to escape seeing as perceived."

Conversely - what if there was no intention, that's the same result.

"Even if it wasn't. If you say anything, stick with the evidence of the servants' disloyalty and that's it. If you shelter, you'll be suspected of involvement. Still, until you take it and stand."

Kathleen's servants were actually acting against her. If we can get through with the evidence, we'll have to shut up without sheltering Kathleen.

Kathleen fades blue with blood when she is poked at the fact that her parents can't count on her at all. But.

"Yes, what disrespectful as the Count of the Country turns to the Marquis! Me! Who do you think I am!

And I had a suggestive seizure. I guess that means I'm stuck.

After that, I don't know what you're talking about. Kathleen summons something, but was being held back by servants and martial officers who heard the noise and rushed into the room.

"Seems a little confused. Take him to his room, never let him out."

- Enough, okay? It would be okay to leave it to Cadkeus alone later.

Just in case, let me retrieve a small amount of the medicine Kathleen was trying to serve. I think I might know something from here.

- You were here.

Then a while later. Dad came to my waiting room. There was nothing disturbing about the reception room.

"Yep. To deliver this"

And, when I give him something to forget, Dad takes it and laughs quietly.

"Right. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm putting in a little bit. I seem to have kept you waiting."

"No, because I had business to come nearby. That's why."

"Have you finished your errands?

"Yeah, I'm done."

"Yeah, right."

Although my father laughs quietly. That's - it looks too much like it always does. I'm sure something like this has happened before.

I remember my earlier conversation with my father and Kathleen, and these words were pounding unknowingly.

"With my mother... with Grace. In those days when the three of us lived together, I could tell with my chest stretched that it was happy for me."

Even if my father regretted not being able to call my mother to the mansion, those days were like a treasure to me.

I don't care what anyone thinks or says about it. If you look at it from me, you'll never shake it.

"Right..."

"So - you don't have to be sorry to me or anything like that."

"Let's Remember"

My father snorted, so I snorted, too.

"Ma, I'm leaving today. Because we just talked about that earlier. If you want to talk to me, you can come home again."

When I joked and said it that way, my father laughed just a little fun.