Dream Life

Tria Calendar July 19, 2017

He withheld the ceremony of the marriage of his brother Rodrick Lockhart to Rosalind Raswell, son of Borderline Uncle, tomorrow, overflowing with people who had come to watch the ceremony.

In the meantime, I was wondering how Associate Baron Desmond Gateskel's men, Harrison Gannell, would behave.

So far, we have no information on Ganell. The Knights were conducting a pretty massive investigation on the grounds of security, but they haven't gathered enough information to say the least.

(If he got the info while he was yesterday, it's probably today he's attacking... or haven't you got my info yet? Are you betting on those who are going after the border uncle, even if it's unlikely...)

He's deliberately spreading rumors that Gateskell's dead to get me targeted, or he's daring to tell the gatekeepers that he's going on a date with the Liddies.

It is the soldiers belonging to the First Knights who guard the gates, to whom they are explained in advance through Baron Braceford, the First Knights Commander. For this reason, to the extent that it doesn't become unnatural, it makes me laugh and spread the word about why I'm rolling out into the city.

But Gannell's intel doesn't come in at all. Though not much time has passed since I began to circulate information, I thought I could see some movement.

According to the information from the gatekeeper, to the extent that he spoke to someone he knew, no one tried to get the information out.

Are there no collaborators left? Or have collaborators been eating into the Knights long enough that the soldiers don't wonder?

The former would not be a problem for the moment. Because if you are alone, even if you raid the border uncle at tomorrow's ceremony, you are likely to end up failing.

However, in the latter case, it is possible that this motion will be read, and there is a possibility that the operation of capturing Ganell will be disrupted. Not only that, but there's even a chance of a successful raid on the border uncle.

I had a lot of fun yesterday because I thought they were unlikely to be attacked. Of course, I was on guard in places where there was a possibility of an ambush.

And it's Liddy's turn today.

She ponytails her slightly greener blonde hair with a white hemp shirt as usual, a dark brown horseback riding trousers with the appearance of a long boot. The figure feels like a beauty in men's clothes, so refreshing that it attracts a woman's gaze more than a man's.

As usual, we call out to the gatekeepers, and we arm ourselves and roll out to the city.

I was supposed to go around the food-related store at Liddy's request today. She said she had an intentional meeting with Hayde, Dagenhardt's wife, at a banquet the other day, and she introduced me to a good store.

"They have delicious cheese. And some oiled fish. I bet it's just a knob of that sparkling wine."

At some point, he seemed to hear what was likely to be a pinch of sparkling sparkling wine.

"But it's like a festival tomorrow, and there may be a small number of items..."

The wedding of the brothers had been such an event that tourists came not only from neighboring cities and villages, but from all over the northern region. Rosalind was originally popular with Rosalie, and her older brother didn't know her name as a young hero. By saying those two will be united, Welburn's city is stained with a celebratory mood.

There are more people than usual and it was a hard time heading to the West End, but we manage to arrive at a grocery store near the Blacksmith Guild.

People were overflowing there, too, and Liddy, a bad crowd, was hesitant to get in.

"Do you want me to stop it? It's not too late after a little less people."

When Liddy tries to snort, he gets a voice from behind.

"Oh, it's not Lydia to Zach. What's the matter with you?

The Lord of the Voice was Hayde, the wife of Dagenhardt. She has a small stature about 140 cm tall, but her voice is loud and she feels like a liver mother. He only looks like he's in his mid-thirties, but has a son who's past thirties, and his real age is about the same as in his mid-sixties as in Dagenhardt.

When we say we hesitate to the crowd, Hayde pulls our hand,

"You can't be frightened of this. Here, follow me."

Moving on inside the store. I feel like Liddy screamed a little, but not at all concerned.

It wasn't that big in the store, it was more people-friendly than outside, but when Hayde called the shopkeeper out loud, he could quickly make his way to the place he wanted, the cheese shelf.

"It's this cheese."

What she pointed at was a chunk of orange cheese like red cheddar or mimolette. Its size is about four, fifty cm in diameter and twenty cm thick. It's a lot heavier for your hands to see.

'Cause it tastes really good when you slice this thin and broil it gently in the fire.'

In the end, I bought a fish with oil marinated like its cheese and oil sardine - a small fish that looked like a walrus - and dried more fig-like fruit. That's only about fifteen kg, and they keep it because they say they'll pick it up on the way home.

(It would be easier if I could get into the storage magic Inventory, but will I take that back home... when is there a raid better than that? Well, with all these people, it shouldn't be easy to get your hands on...)

But my sweet thoughts will soon be betrayed.

It was when I finished shopping and left the store.

A man suddenly attacked me.

Sometimes referred to as the entrance and exit of shops that were ruined by people, they didn't feel killed at all until just before, and allowed them to approach just nearby.

If you had targeted me, it wouldn't have been that hard to avoid, even if people would have gotten in the way. But that man attacked me from behind my blind spot, Liddy.

I noticed the man's movements on the brink. Pull her arm hard trying to protect Liddy from the murder blade. Surprised by his sudden behavior, but feeling the man's killer, Liddy kept herself in shape without falling.

However, my legs made a slight gap.

The man is already approaching my sight and comes for the heart precisely with a slender dagger about thirty cm across the blade.

While in a rod-like position, he manages to deflect a deadly thrust by tilting his half. But halfway through his posture, he slashed his left shoulder shallow and torn.

I felt sharp pain, but I knew it wasn't that deep a wound. Convinced that there is no obstacle to moving, he reaches for the Kunai-shaped dagger in an aggressive manner. I can't use a bastard sword just as long as I allow this close in this narrow place.

In the meantime, "Zach!" Liddy's screaming voice echoes the city.

The man has once again unleashed a poke with a dagger.

It's a sharp thrust, but I didn't feel so threatened by the dodge-specific type. There was enough room to successfully evade and try to fight back in Kunai.

I feel burning pain on my shoulders because I can afford it. Indulging in that pain, I checked the face of the man I had slashed.

The man was, as expected, Harrison Gannell. It dyes his hair black but is characterised by sharp eyelids, consistent with the memory of a man who was holding back behind Associate Baron Gateskel.

I tried to strike out, sheltering my sore left shoulder.

But Gannell returns his heel without slashing him again.

For a moment, I thought it was a trap and hesitated to go after it.

In no time Gannell was about to disappear into a wave of people.

I shouted, "Somebody! Contact the Knights! scream." Before disappearing into the crowd, he unleashed his most skilled magic, Swallow Wing Blade (Swallow Cutter), in a slight hurry.

There were already a lot of people with Gannel, but I still see them in my sight.

A magical swallow flies through the midst of people surprised by the sudden blade wounds. Gannell was almost invisible, but I could see the magic swallow slicing his left thigh wide open.

I was relieved that I could handle this and stepped out to capture him. That's when I remember the pain running on my left shoulder and injuring my hand.

(Thought I just plundered, but you seemed pretty profound...)

I panicked to hang the healing magic. But the nausea, like when you drink too much, strikes and the ground starts to turn.

Soon he had fallen on his back to the ground, looking up at the sky that kept turning.

Consciousness goes far. The clutter around me was echoing like an old movie BGM in my ears.

(Poisoned... alarmed...)

In a fading consciousness, hang the magic of detoxification without chanting. I could hear Liddy calling my name slightly from afar.

Feel the softness in the back of your head to regain consciousness. I looked up and there was Liddy's face, hugging my head with a crying face.

The magic of detoxification seems to have worked. Plus Liddy seemed to hang the magic of detoxification, and the discomfort earlier had disappeared beautifully.

The bleeding had already stopped and the clouds of consciousness caused by the poison had disappeared, but the body's freedom was still unfavourable.

"What happened to Gannell..."

That's what I say to Liddy, who can hold my head.

"You're okay! Oh, good! Really..."

Her face gets much brighter. And he groans that it was good again and again and hugs me even more.

"How long have you been out of your mind? Anyone else hurt..."

Did Liddy also return a little calm, looking around,

"About five minutes, I was losing my mind. And no one else..."

The footsteps of butterflies echoed, and a knight in his thirties or so called out to me.

"Are you all right? I'm just calling a healer right now...... yeah? You've been treated?

He doesn't seem to know me and makes me wonder.

"It's called Zacharias Lockhart. What happened to those who attacked me?

I asked the knight Southall what happened to Gannell.

"Was it Sir Zacharias? We've already secured whoever attacked you."

I got up and grabbed Liddy's shoulder,

"Thank you. That person is believed to be Harrison Gannell, a subordinate of Associate Baron Gateskell. Report to the Governor's Office as soon as possible."

Southall hears the name Gunnel and his complexion changes. And after a gratuity, he ran away with tremendous momentum.

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I - Harrison Gannell - failed to assassinate Zacharias Lockhart. No, it should have been almost successful, but somehow it failed.

But right after I slaughtered him, I never doubted the success of the assassination.

Approached to shield a woman named Lydiane in a state of alarm just after leaving the store. He disappeared and attacked me from the blind spot, but he was just an armed swordsman. The penetration aimed at the heart was deflected and ended up only damaging the left shoulder thinly.

It instantly unleashed magic on me leaving even more, severely hurting my left leg.

I gave up running and knelt on the spot.

There were screams of fleeing women around and yelling voices of men trying to protect their families.

When I noticed, the ground at my feet was stained red with blood.

I fell on my back on the spot without stopping the bleeding.

At the end of my gaze, the blue sky in the summer of July was widening. I watched a white cotton cloud flowing and one little bird flying away blurry.

My heart was filled with accomplishments. Even though it is not the Raswell Border House, it is because I was able to reward you with one arrow.

I didn't confirm his death, but I have succeeded in scratching him with a fiercely poisoned dagger. That poison is a fierce poison that can kill even an orga instantly. In fact, when I was in Imperial Capital, I killed many people with this poison. Some of them include the man of the benign beast, who confirms where he will die in seconds. The effect of the poison has been proven and there is no question.

When I looked up into the sky for a few minutes, the sound of armor called chatter, a bunch of soldiers running, echoed the city.

It looks like the people around me pointed to me, and a few soldiers ravaged me and hit the rope. I wasn't willing to resist, but I let go of the dagger I had at some point.

I can see clearly what's going on around me.

A hedge is made to wrap me around. Not only here, but also where Zacharias was slaughtered, there was a crowd.

When I turned my attention to something, I suddenly heard a voice resembling a cheer.

I wondered why I cheered. I was scratched with that poison, and nothing survived. That poison is a special poison developed in Luke, and even if a normal human just slightly damaged his fingertips, it's instant enough to be too late in a matter of seconds. Shoulders close to the heart, not the fingertips this time. In that position, it should be too late in ten seconds.

Zacharias is accompanied by Lydiane Dupree, an elf mage. The information showed that he was a magician who could use four attributes and was good at healing magic, but poison that led to death in just a few moments. There's no way we're gonna make it.

That's what I thought, but there was a figure of Zacharias, fluttering but walking on his own feet, out of the pedestrian walls. I doubted my own eyes.

"Why are you alive... how..."

I was unwittingly speaking.

And I was feeling scared for this man.

In the woods, he easily triumphed over his opponents, and not even a battalion of Knights could kill him. And even my trump card, Luke's poison, couldn't stop his breath root.

Zacharias approached me and uttered my name, "You're Lord Harrison Gannell," he said.

I neither affirmed nor denied, "Why are you alive! Who are you!" He was screaming. And I forgot my leg was scratched, and it looks like I tried to jump on him.

I have vague memories of that time, but the soldiers beat me to death the moment I tried to jump.

And I'm tied to a chair in a room that looks like some interrogation room.

Probably the interrogation room at the Knights headquarters, but it's a room with no windows, and I'm not sure how much I was losing my mind.

When the consciousness became clear, there stood Baron Braceford, the First Knights Commander, and his subordinate-like knights.

"Harrison Gannell."

I nod honestly to the chief of the knighthood. Because I was agreeing that even resisting here was barren.

"I'll have you tell me all you've ever done..."

I decided to tell you everything.

It contains the meaning of redemption. Against sin for not taking revenge on the great-great-gracious Deadsmond.

It was the betrayal of the great aristocracy of the Empire that prompted me to serve Master Desmond in the first place.

The man was the general of the regiment to which I belonged. I was not a direct subordinate of that nobleman, but I was fighting on the same front. And he suggested that I infiltrate Luke and carry out the sabotage. The proposal was adopted and my troops broke into enemy countries deeply.

He was intentionally putting my information on Luke's side and making a plan to slap the enemies who responded to it. The operation succeeds brilliantly.

By that time, my troops had given the enemy many simmers of boiling water, and Luke seemed to have launched a massive sweep operation. My troops were completely besieged and annihilated by more than ten times the enemy. They say the allies seized an important stronghold in that gap, placed ambushes on the path of an enemy that would be pulled up even further, and kicked the enemy.

It would have been a brilliant victory from the side. Because he buried several times as many enemies for a small amount of damage.

I lost one son and all my men then. And I myself was seriously wounded and captured. He then continued to be exposed to torture in camps within Lukes for several months.

I escaped with the help of a collaborator. The collaborator is Oraf Oulett, the man who will make the blood medicine of the Light God (Lucidus) this time, and will be named president of the Oulett Chamber of Commerce, which caused Desmond's ruin.

With the help of Oulett, we were able to return to the Imperial City.

I was already to be killed in battle, and there were no wives or servants left in the mansion. He was deprived of the knight's title and territory in such a way that he would take responsibility for the total annihilation of his troops.

I was losing everything. But this had been heard beforehand by Oulett, and there had been no upset.

I tried to retaliate against the nobility who set me up. I used that poison in retaliation.

I could have defeated the escorts one after the other and then hunted them down to the point where they said it was over if they killed Teng who set me up. But his bad luck was strong. We ran out of poison just to defeat the escort and failed to assassinate him by poison. Still, he tried to kill him with his sword that he could kill the guy who lost his escort. But when I cut off his arms, another escort showed up.

I escaped the scene. But his relatives have stubbornly followed me. We had a few days of escape plays, but the search using the power of the great aristocracy gradually cornered me.

A scratchy and hazy I met Master Desmond by chance. Not only did Master Desmond arrange for a healer for me to be hurt, but he also let the attendants of a delegation from the Northern Governor's Office get me out of their search hands. At that time, Master Desmond was still young and had no authority to just confuse me. If we could have found him, Master Desmond would have lost the status he had just acquired.

I was lucky enough to run all the way to Welburn.

I had my first question there. I was wondering why you helped me when I was in danger of losing my status. Then Master Desmond answered:

"I just hate the incompetent just for the title. Especially the guy who wields it... if he helps you, he can make them blow a bubble. That's all for me."

But that was clearly a lie.

If you just let a bubble blow, you won't do anything to find yourself a hard-mouthed healing magic user. Plus, it would make room for me in the carriage until I disposed of my own luggage.

In the end, I didn't know why, but I felt grateful to Dear Desmond and decided to pledge my allegiance.

And he changed his name to Harrison Gannell and became a knight serving the Viscount Tysburn family.

Master Desmond was competent but inexperienced and seemed in jeopardy. I have arbitrarily eliminated those who could be enemies of the Lord, those who stand in the way of prosperity.

About five years ago, Oulett came to me. As a merchant of Aurelia at that time.

He made a suggestion to me.

I was wondering if Patrick Raswell, Uncle Borderline's best man, might be in the way.

I don't remember his point very clearly, but it must have been something like this.

The flourishing of His Highness Viscount Tysburn is imperative if Lord Gateskel is to continue to climb the stairs of glory. His Highness the Viscount said it was necessary to master the Raswell Border House in order to do so.

I do understand what Owlett said. However, I have to hesitate, given the risks of discovery.

He has handed me two kinds of drugs like that. It was a medicine that said that eating those two types of drugs would gradually weaken the heart and cause debilitating death. However, if I did not take two different drugs, I would not have any symptoms at all.

I rode Oulett's invitation. I knew Patrick had a hobby for long rides and soon found out that there was a village where I often stopped by. Be sure to put the first pill in the water bottle at the village chief's house you stop by there. Yet another medicine was mixed with the seasoning in the kitchen of the Borderline House.

There was no problem at all with the poison sight being carried out. It was the knights who accompanied them on the faraway ride, for they had never eaten together.

And Patrick is dead. Heart problems were responsible for the announcement from the Borderline House.

Oulette has since demanded nothing but the manufacture of the drug, the "blood of the Light God (Lucidus)”. On the contrary, substantial loans and the provision of labour by slaves contributed to the development of the Viscountry of Tiesburn. That's what I was thinking then.

I did my own research on Oulette, but found out almost nothing. The only thing I found out was that I was a merchant running a wholesale chamber of commerce for drugs.

However, I could hear rumors in Lukes that the denomination was conducting human experiments on drugs. I guess Oulett was an associate of that or someone close to that organization.

I could easily imagine that the purpose of that Oulet was to cause confusion to the Empire.

I thought it wouldn't matter if there was confusion in the empire. If a blow could be inflicted on the rotten nobles of the Imperial capital, I was even actively trying to help.

But Oulett's thoughts were completely different from mine. In his view, the confusion was the source of the earthquake in the northern region, the centre of which was His Highness the Viscount of Tiesburn and Master Desmond.

I realized that when they suggested a rebellion in the northern realm...

When I finished talking, I noticed that Captain Braceford Knights was holding his fist hard.

"I didn't know you had Patrick at Luke's disposal..."

I thought this would kill me.

The rest of my heart wasn't avenged by Master Desmond, but he wouldn't want it more.

After the interrogation I was left in my room with a soldier on surveillance. Because the Cavaliers heard my confession and left in a hurry.

By the time the yang started leaning, one boy came into the room. The boy was Zacharias Lockhart.