Common Sense of a Warrior

"... excuse me"

To meet without an appointment, it was even a room for a difficult person.

They pushed me through and let me in, but there are numerous civilians in the room besides the person I'm looking for.

The person was extremely calm, even when Non suddenly entered.

"Marquis Anderson? I'm sorry, but I need you to wait a little longer.... you, turn the paperwork around. And this will get you through, but give me back the other two. Here and here are the contradictions. Have you simply misworded the rhetoric, or lack of collaboration...... And this one has sweet scheduling prospects. Perhaps it would take as little as a week just to get confirmation or this amount. It's good to hurry, but make it real."

While working calmly, the person who spoke to Non was the lord of this room… the Duke of Romel Jive Almeria.

An aristocratic nobleman with a soft face, the opposite of Non.

To the head of the Duke of Almeria family, the leading nobleman of this country, Prime Minister.

He is regarded as having a keen political sensation, back to back with a soft waist.

And he was still brewing the majesty that those titles deserved at this time.

The men who are now being instructed by him are making their eyes shine.

The other faces waiting in the room seemed to be listening not to miss a word by word.

It's like he's proud to be his limb and work, that's how it is.

"Everyone else, take home the challenges I put out today and consider them, and come up with a proposal tomorrow."

Everyone bowed their heads to the last instruction and left each room.

So all that was left was Romel and Non, the lords of the room.

"Sorry, you kept me waiting."

At that moment, Romel was in the tone of those who seemed to be in the liquor store around it, and earlier majesty had also blown up somewhere.

"I don't know, I'm not used to your transformation..."

Romel laughed greatly when Noon said so with a bitter smile.

"Really? It's the last time. It's flat."

... It was a coincidence.

What did Non see of Romel?

I thought there was a man in a liquor store in the corner of Wang Capital who my men invited me to see somewhere...... that was Romel.

Oh, my God, Romel was drinking mixed up with civilians.

... as prime minister, while the head of the leading nobility.

"Hey, your surprise at the time was a sight to behold, huh? Well, you didn't scream my name."

"I'll tell you everything later, and if I can't hold my mouth, I'll scream."

"I don't care if I tell you everything... as I see it now, the man in front of me is Romel Jive Armenia"

"... do you usually wear a mask?

Romel laughs joyfully at Noon's inquiry.

And after a glimpse of laughter, my eyes softly sharpened.

Sharp, it even makes you feel awesome.

The tone remained intact, even though it was still crushed.

Chancellor Ishiki, and Non sighed at the bottom of his heart.

"Come on, what kind of guy in this royal palace isn't wearing a mask? The ghost nest, the exploration of the belly is a daily tea meal, I wonder how you can pull someone else's legs. Oh, scary scary scary.... I just have a thick mask."

"I see...... But why is the Duke in a tavern like that?

…… Is it weird that I was in a tavern like that?

It feels like I shelved myself, but the latter would be more surprising if Noon was in the liquor store and Romel was in the liquor store.

"Do you call it weird... Frankly, it's surprising,"

"My father used to tell me to know about the people. Same as the military. Know your enemies. We don't know each other to carry out politics by bringing the people together. That's why I've been listening to stories all over the city since I was young. There are times when it's more fun and easier for me to settle this tone."

"Your father says it's wonderful. You put that into practice, too. But at the same time, it's horrible"

To Non's words, Niyali and Romel raised their mouths.

It's like a prankster has succeeded in pranking, that's the laugh.

If the 'battle' for Romel is political, then the 'enemy' is all that dwells in this country but the king.

I am familiar with aristocracy because I am a duke, and that is how I learn about my people.

Knowing the 'enemy' alongside the sharp sense of politics that it is supposed to have, can he roll with his hands so that he is good within unnoticed by his opponent if he cares about it......

Non looked at his grin and thought that.

"... so? Why did you come to me today? No way, you're just here to hear that?

"It's..."

Romel sighs when he sees a non stuck in words.

"Right...... I thought you were finally here to talk to me... were you in love with me?"

"Consultation...?

"'General Gazelle, sincerely heartache and painful. I will always be at your service. When capturing a bandit, be sure to call me'..."

…… Oh! "

Romel laughs bitterly at the reaction he just said he remembered.

"Oh, my God, I forgot. I guess I was right to go to the tavern."

To Romel's last whining words, Non put his response on the table.

"I don't think so... did you have you in that tavern to get my foot here...?

In that inquiry, Romel had a niggling and demonic grin.