Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"Can I get you a coffee?

"Oh, yes... sorry..."

Lunch break.

After all, I was visiting under the Doctor once again.

There are no connections like Belgrette or Edvin for drift protection. All I could do was talk to the only person close to me and likely to depend on me like this.

... I'm barely sleeping, but I don't feel drowsy.

"... after all, the thing about this... neck is that 'business has been concluded'. That's one thing."

The Doctor who brought the coffee spits it out with his sigh.

The slave organization Circular.

This is certainly not the kind of black organization that makes trafficking in human beings a business. It seems that the constituents have also been slightly captured.

But as far as Mia's concerned, the Belgrettes and the Doctors are right. The seller and the buyer are not in touch with the law because a business negotiation has been concluded by agreement. Anyway, this was the wall.

"... Dr. Locke. You can't count on knights, can you? What if... what about the king?

The order is the opposite, I think myself.

Because the King stipulates that 'slavery and trafficking in human beings are not illegal', we cannot rely on the knights who follow them. I know that.

But King Aldia. When I first met him, I was surprised by his luxury, but as an exile guardian, he was somewhere familiar, reminiscent of his own father.

Wouldn't that king help me?

"Looking at that... you seem to have a pretty good impression on the King."

"... Huh?

In a tone that was like pointing out a mistake, Lifeguard had inadvertently stopped his hand stretching out to the coffee cup.

"Oh, no. I think he's a good guy. Me too. There is also a high rate of support from the people. Thanks to that king, Raindeer has definitely become a good country to live in. But - at the same time, he's very scary... but I think I am."

The Doctor pushes up the frame of the glasses and continues.

The light plugged through the window into the lens of the glasses reflected, making its expression unreadable.

"For example, about that detref. It was King Aldia who made the amputation. If you leave me alone, I will force you to live and live forever, give you a living hell, and then sentence you. This was decided by the King on his own because it would take time to get through the judiciary. Just, like, five minutes."

"Five points!?

Liquid protection nearly brewed coffee.

"I mean, it takes time for the judiciary to get through. Then what is it for..."

The Doctor laughs, "You're right about the drift cum," and deposits himself deep on the couch.

"King Aldia, in all matters, does what he wants to do on his own. All institutions in this country are only 'proxies' of kings. It's the only institution that deals with it on behalf of the king. Important projects or cases of interest to the King shall be dealt with by themselves. I do it all the time because the reason is' it looks funny '. Often they actually do what they come up with all of a sudden. In other countries that don't have a very good relationship," Tyrannosaurus "is called" Yayu. "

... do what comes to mind all of a sudden, huh?

So Lifeguard remembered.

When the prize money came up at first glance, I talked about Belgrette's achievements, and King Aldia said, "Cash out to Belgrette, too" and so on.

In the end, Belgrette was actually 'received' three and a half million escu identical to the drift protection. Even the lady's girlfriend never seemed to be a cheap sum, and she was quite puzzled.

"Instantly identify good and evil, need and need, and make a quick decision. And execute. That's who King Aldia is."

But if you are that audacious king, it is no surprise that there are such aspects. Wouldn't that be Mia's help?

"So let's say I talked to the king about this Mia thing. I'm talking about" Dragon Doom "Stream Protection Kung, or Belle. I'm sure you'll listen to me seriously."

The drift shield nods loudly.

"And perhaps, the king will make an immediate stop on the spot." I'm sorry, but I can't help that girl, "he said."

"Hey, why?!?

He was a drifting guard who shouted out unexpectedly, but the Doctor continues to care nothing at all.

"If you look at it objectively...... Mia's house is in a situation where life is bitter and the whole family can't wait to live tomorrow as it is. But... with Mia being sold, the other eight in the family are going to help. The nine of us can't all live. But without one, the eight of us can live.... That's what I'm talking about"

"That's not what I'm talking about...!

"Yes. For us. But King Aldia would definitely decide that. That guy... doesn't pinch personal feelings"

The Doctor glanced out the window and spit out cigarette smoke.

"About seven years ago, a small village in the territory was attacked by resentful demons. The resentment demon is a vicious guy called Predilecke, also known as" Reaper "in category A."

The name sounds familiar.

Predilecke. Indeed, it is the name of the resentment demons that Bergrette and Crearia encountered at an early age. So, their brother says he's become the one who won't return.

"There are about fifty villagers. There are no soldiers in the village. Still, there were about twenty people in the nearest barracks."

... What is this story? Why does the Doctor talk like this? - No, I know. The end of this story, and what the Doctor wants to say.

"The barracks, which received distress signals from the village, turned to the king for judgment. It's more about reporting and confirming than judging. Of course, I said, 'We have a distress call, so we're about to go out.'"

Lifeguard accidentally swallowed his spit.

"The king said. 'Don't go out there. Abandon the village'."

As a flow, I thought it would come. I don't think so, I don't believe it. I wondered if that king was the one who would make such a cut.

"The village did have a black part of it that said it was flowing its devotion to the king. And Predilecke. This is a really dangerous opponent, even twenty soldiers threatened total annihilation. Here the king is a wacko forced to make a quick decision. Fifty villagers, including the infidel, and twenty loyal soldiers. Predilecke approaching there. Now how can we minimize the damage?"

Reflux protection has no words.

"It must have been a difficult decision. Fifty villagers, there is no wacko where everything was disloyal. It would have been just some people. There were women and children in the village. There are twenty soldiers. Assuming we turn these soldiers around and they are wiped out... there will be as many as seventy sacrifices to be made in conjunction with the villagers who cannot possibly be able to counter the resentment.... In view of these circumstances, the King made a decision. There's no way for everyone to be safe and everyone to be happy. Then we'll take the least damaging path... So the village disappeared from the map."

The boy thinks. If I were King Aldia then, how would I have been?... I can't think of an answer.

"This isn't one or two stories. Even though it was force majeure, there were times when we lost a lot of our children. This was a tragic event called 'The Tragedy of Rhinecadal'. More or less, take more. Higher or lower in value, take higher. Whichever one you choose, someone dies, and whichever one you choose, someone resents you. The king has been forced to make such choices."

Awesome. All I could do was think so.

"So is Mia's case. The king undoubtedly chooses a path on which many will be helped. Relentless. Even if you know you'll resent me or Belle. … and…"

The Doctor, who had been a rap, said there.

"Suppose we can bring Mia back safely.... and then what happens to Mia?

"What happens...?

I don't know what that means.

No matter what happens or what happens. Live the way you've always lived.

"- Ah."

From the lungs of drifting protection, a voice was spoken out independently of his will.

"... you seem to have noticed. Yes... Mia was sold to her real father. At this point, my relationship with my family… at least with my father has a crack in it until decisive. You won't be able to fix it anymore. But Mia, she's a sweet girl... and still, she might forgive her father. But perhaps the father is more intolerable. I can't believe I'm still allowed to sell it to my daughter with the thought of a severance. It's not miserable. It would be better if they killed me first."

For the sake of my family, Mia was willing to hang in there and be the country's chanter Magee. Mia, who had worked hard and scored well for it.

Even if I could bring her back, the reason she was in college...... the reason she was working so hard has already been lost.

"What's more. If Mia was sold after a formal business meeting and you were brought back... there is no guarantee that Mia's family will not be harmed. In fact, there are some of those scams. The people in the back are hypersensitive to those things."

"It's..."

That's not what I found out, I couldn't say.

I'm a parent who sold Mia for money if I try to protect her, but I also hear there was an unimaginable grip there. Mia's father says he's not the kind of person who can mildly draw such conclusions. How many troubles did you have before you made the decision to sell your own daughter?

Ultimately, I can't imagine.

"... what am I supposed to do... I don't know, there's something..."

I thought bringing Mia back would solve it.

Worst of all, I was also serious about getting single in slave organizations and bringing them back with strength.

But that's not the problem.

Whatever happens now.

Mia Anglade is dead.

…………

A sense of despair that something dark covers the inside of your chest.

To a helpless boy...... all I could do was get a beating.