Dream Life

Tria Calendar July 25, 2017.

Five days have passed since my brother Rodrick's wedding.

The brothers went to the neighboring cities and villages to reveal themselves, but starting with my father, the faces of the Lockhart family remained in Wellburn and enjoyed relaxing and sightseeing. Of course, morning and evening training is not lacking.

Four days ago, on July 21st, Baron Manfred Braceford, head of the First Knights of the Northern Governor's Office Army, and Kenneth Diaz, platoon leader, and three of my squire, Philip Ingris, who tried to be slashed by me on my wedding day, began training for the Lockhart family.

When I ask the Knights Commander, he says it's the punishment that Raswell Border Uncle told me, but he thinks it goes on a lot. I guess I'm quite prepared because every day, in the morning and in the evening, I'm worn out but I still stand to the end. Especially Philip, to a degree slightly higher than Swordsman Level Twenty and Sharon, but still stood up with his guts. It was Mel and Sharon who were outraged, but now I feel like I'm admitting to him.

I'm finishing up a date with the Liddies, which was a promise in the four days leading up to yesterday. This time it was never like the last time, and I rolled out to the city in a festive mood because of the marriage of my brother and Uncle Borderline's daughter Rosalind, which I enjoyed quite a bit.

It felt like a busy shopping mall at the end of the year, buying specialty ingredients, and ordering barley wine (beer) and skewers at the stalls forgot about the recent troublesome stories here.

Speaking of troublesome stories, the aftermath of the commotion caused by Jonas, the Seawell family's best man, is also over.

The day after the feast of the brothers, Marquis Clement Seawell, the owner of the Seawell Marquis, visited the Rockhart family room. Behind him was Jonas, who had a bright blue face because of the hangover and the seriousness of things.

The Marquis bowed his head as deeply in front of his fathers as he did last night.

"The fact that my son made Sir Lockhart's lover uncomfortable, the result of my immorality. Sir Zacharias, I would like to apologize once and for all now not only to Lord Beatrice, but also to the Lockhart family. I'm so sorry."

Behind you Jonas is bowing his head just as deeply.

My father was in a hurry for the Marquis himself to bow his head to himself.

"Please raise your head. Me, my son, and Miss Beatrice don't care..."

When the Marquis lifts his head, he puts his son forward.

Jonas bowed his head again and began to apologize.

"I'm really sorry about last night. I don't even remember what I said... I'm really reflecting on Lord Beatrice, making Sir Zacharias uncomfortable..."

A boy who says Jonas, but the arrogant atmosphere he felt yesterday lurked the ringing and was a boy who felt as dear as Barbara, the chief samurai, told him. Of course, there is no denying the possibility that he is wearing a cat because there is talk of obsolescence. But at least now, it makes me feel like I'm reflecting from words and attitudes. I guess I'm really reflecting because I don't think a sixteen-year-old boy can do enough ventriloquism to fool us.

The heavy pressure of being a Marquis man and the openness of losing his father's eyes, and perhaps the depression that had accumulated with the booze, just erupted. Even if yesterday was my nature and now I'm just wearing a cat, it doesn't matter to me. Well, while this Marquis' eyes are black, they won't be able to represent it, even if it's nature.

I glanced at Beatrice, got a signal from her, and then I started talking.

"Neither me nor Beatrice care anymore. So let's end this story."

In my words he gives a relief look.

But the Marquis is not convinced,

"I would really appreciate it if you could say that, but then I can't put on a bully as the Seawell family. As a token of our apology, let me give you five barrels a year of the finest wines of the Seawell family. This is going to continue as long as I and even my son Jonas are in the Marquis."

The wines of the Seawell family are famous in the Imperial Primes as fine wines and are rare if not more than the Count's, which are considered difficult to obtain in barrels.

Beatrice has lost a surprising amount of words, but I thought I had a back.

(I don't know how much we produce each year, but isn't it a fair percentage that the finest product is five barrels? It's too broken as an apology for rambling......)

It is a condition of continuity presented, but I feel like a crook in so far as the Marquis of the mid thirties and his mid teens are predominant. The Marquis himself will still be on the Lord's throne for about twenty years, but it is not necessarily Jonas who will inherit the trail. In fact, they also use the word obsolescence. There's a good chance there's a back.

(I wonder if there's anything... If there is, it would still be "Scotch"...)

As I looked suspicious, the Marquis had a people-loving grin,

"What can I say instead, would you consider trading that“ Scotch ”liquor?"

As expected, I've brought in a deal for distilled liquor.

It is true that the exchange between Seawell's wines, the namesake, and Scotch, whose name began to sell, depends on the quantity, but it is not so strange.

But in Scotch's case, it can be decidedly different from other liquors.

That's what's available to politics.

Sell the Scotch obtained by legitimate means to the Dwarves of the Empire. I can't tell you anything because I don't know the price of the wine, but it shouldn't be much damage financially. On the contrary, if you think you can sell thanks to the Dwarves, you can collect (pay) enough.

I thought one day I'd get this kind of talk from a senior nobleman. So I had already figured out a way to say no.

"I would love to give it to you even as far as I'm concerned...... I'm still thin. The blacksmiths waiting for you may resent the Marquis, but are you sure about that?

I answered that with the most sorry look I could get.

The Marquis grins freeze at unexpected words.

"Wouldn't a few barrels a year be a problem? I hope so."

I shook my head in a big bang.

"The blacksmith's guild here in Wellburn tells me that it's fine once every few months, but that's even difficult... If you were to give it to His Excellency, no, it might be difficult to get out of this city safely, even if rumors like that just flow... they have declared that they“ will not compromise on booze "..."

Marquis gets pale all at once in my words. Perhaps he remembered the story of the exclusion of phototheism from the Kingdom of Kaum - the story of the Archbishop not only being expelled from the King's capital, but not even being able to take an inn.

"Well... I can't take the blacksmiths' share. Let's just say there was nothing about Scotch."

The Marquis broke off the story. But I could never pull in on a wine story called five barrels a year in front of me that I wanted to give away for an apology.

(As far as I'm concerned, it's because Liddy and Beatrice liked that wine a lot. Plus, I'd like to bottle it up and put it to bed...)

Somehow I feel like Jonas' story of apology has gone aye, but neither me nor Beatrice originally cared, and that I can get wine, Beatrice is even happy the other way around. I mean, there's nothing wrong with that.

My father said no once, but in the end, giving it away from this year's brew means we'll have Seawell's wine, a namesake, around the spring of next year.

Transportation method, but Sewell's wine is said to be exported to the Kingdom of Kaum, and is being transported from the Marquis Territory of Sewell, close to the Imperial Capital, via Fortis, the mercenary country, to Ars, the king capital of the Kingdom of Kaum. I have suggested that it be sent to the village of Rasmore during that transport.

I also find it tempting to bother getting my legs stretched out of Ars, so I suggested asking the contractor to carry Scotch employed by the Blacksmith Guild.

This haulier is called "Distilled Liquor Scheduled Flight (Scotch Liner)" - the nickname given to travel to and from the same place on Als Avenue to “draw the line” on a regular basis - and is now a haulier specializing in distilled liquor entirely.

This “Scotch Liner” has a dedicated and distinguished escort and is said to be the safest merchant on the most dangerous Ars streets. That's why I thought it would be good for transporting expensive Seawell wines. By the way, they call these dedicated escorts “distilled liquor escorts" Scotch Guardians.

But only part of my proposal was adopted.

The Marquis refused that it was a gift in the first place in the sense of an apology, and that it should not be left to the transporter. However, there was an offer to the Lockhart family to mediate on the matter of accompanying Scotch Reiner.

I know you have a desire to have a better relationship with the Blacksmith Guild, but it's also possible that you've been after it from the beginning. I'm guessing you're going to advertise that the Seawell Marquis is friendly enough to give away fine wine with the Lockhart family when you pass through Ars.

That doesn't change anything, but at least in an imperial capital where accurate information is difficult to convey, you can't even see the Seawell family forming friendships with the Lockhart family and even influencing the Blacksmith Guild. I can't say anything about the neighborhood because it is oblivious to the circumstances of the Imperial Capital, but the Marquis was surprisingly strong (did), so I might have thought about this extent from the beginning.

And today is the 25th of July.

It is the day the public execution of Harrison Gannell, the perpetrator of the attempted assassination of Borderline Bob, takes place.

Public executions will take place at 2 p.m. in a square between the Knights headquarters and west of Welburn Castle. This is where the censorship ceremony and others take place, and many citizens were already packed, even though it was only after noon.

I was behind the Knights with my father.

You can't pretend you don't know before you propose this public execution. Stay away from us, but Associate Baron Desmond Gateskel was also in a discreet spot.

Prior to the public execution, it had been announced that Gannell, the “executioner", had planned the assassination at the behest of the Holy King Luke, and that he had further carried out the assassination of the man of the Borderline Uncle and the manufacture of the bloody drugs of the Light God (Lucidus). As a result, anti-Luke voices were higher among the citizens.

Involvement had also been made public about Auraf Oulett, a merchant affiliated with the commercial guild of Aurelia, an agent of Luke's, and there was a voice among the citizens that the commercial guild might have been pulling the thread behind it, but the angry contradiction between the citizens was hardly right as Donald Hutchings, the guild's managing director for foreign affairs, not only denied the involvement of the commercial guild, but officially announced that it would impose economic sanctions after strongly condemning Luke.

The economic sanctions imposed by the commercial guild included a ban on “direct” dealings with the Holy Kingdom of Luke by merchants belonging to the commercial guild of "Aurelia” and the “indefinite” closure of branches of the commercial guild located in Luke. Commercial guilds function as financial institutions, and in each branch it is possible to settle claims and debts through the exchange of merchants to whom the guild belongs - using no cash. When branches are closed, they cannot be settled through this exchange, thus having a very significant impact when transactions take place between cities.

However, there appears to be a way out of this economic sanction.

The first is a ban on direct dealings with Luke, but at first glance it can be read as a merchant of the "commercial guild of Aurelia", but in fact it is a merchant of the “city of Aurelia", and a merchant of a city other than the city of Aurelia can do so. It can also be interpreted as an indefinite closure of a branch, which appears to be a "permanent” measure when it comes to indefiniteness, but simply has not expired, and can be lifted at any time. In other words, any proposed sanctions are unlikely to be a major pain in the ass for a commercial guild.

He said Hutchings himself was incapable of being a merchant or a politician, but he seemed to have talented guild staff accompanying him.

He said that Borderline Boy showed quite a difficulty with this matter, but I don't think I have a problem with it myself.

This time, the reason I let the commercial guild issue an anti-Luke statement is because I am aware of the nobles in the country of the Caerm Empire, especially the Imperial capital, Primes. I mean, there's nothing wrong with economic sanctions not actually working. The point is, the fact that the commercial guild condemned Luke for the whole world is important.

Explain this point to Borderline Uncle, but I was still not very convinced.

"Wouldn't this convince the people of the Empire too?

I snort at that word,

"Still no problem. In a few months, Luke will be able to come up with his own results."

Uncle Borderline tilts his neck at my words, but seems convinced after a few thoughts. And I smile.

"I see... does that mean we have a big HR in the Holy King's Palace? It could be a church headquarters."

I nodded loudly.

This is what I, and Uncle Borderline, came up with.

Economic sanctions activation of commercial guilds always creates confusion in Lukes. This does not involve whether it actually takes effect or not.

Luke's political system is a dual system of control between the secular administration, the Holy King's Palace, and the denominational headquarters of the Light Divinity, the national religion. And the Holy King's Palace and the Church Headquarters are constantly fighting over power.

This economic sanction activation of the commercial guild is an excellent opportunity to fight back for the Church Headquarters, which last time rubbed it with the Blacksmith Guild and played a faulty role. We should always pursue the faults of the Holy King's Palace in order to regain some of the fallen influence. In other words, the fact that the commercial guild has published it for the whole world is important for the purpose of provoking a power struggle within Luke and reducing the power of the enemy nation, and it is not so important that it actually takes effect.

And if the Holy King's Palace loses its power within Lukes, it will also be detrimental to the commercial guild. For for the merchants of Aurelia, if the priests (worshippers) of the Church headquarters had power, they would lose so much profit. The priests' perception of merchants is that they are convenient to bring money, and it is extremely annoying for merchants who have to bribe to have the power of a church headquarters. So commercial guilds are supposed to support the Holy King's Palace, and there will be more and more applause for power strife.

It would probably be better to impose economic sanctions that actually work in order to depress Luke's national power itself, but it should be hard to accept for a commercial guild who wants to keep the Holy King in existence.

Because the Holy King Luke does not let the Caerm Empire look to the North, namely, because it is allowing it to survive to defend the independence of the Union of Urban States, including Aurelia, it will find a way out and bone out even if it imposes economic sanctions.

Then you'd better admit your way out from the start and sell your thanks. Of course, we need to make commercial guilds realize that Borderline Bob, the northern governor, knows that economic sanctions are boneheaded. For this reason, Borderline Bob has intimidated Hutchings and accompanying officials and has made commercial guilds promise to invest actively in the northern region.

And it was 2: 00 p.m.

Harrison Gannell showed up in a square that would be a prison. He was quite naughty, walking with his hands restrained and pulled together.

There was a reason for this.

He took on a farce in public execution conditional on the life of his lord, Gateskel. It was completely blown out against this series of disturbances in doing so, and even made me feel crisp.

But I understood my role. He said, "Starting today, one meal a day is enough. Let's not shave, let's not wipe our bodies," he said to Uncle Borderline, who came to see how things were going. And to the strange looking borderline uncle,

"It would be strange for someone to be executed as a fanatic to be small. I was wondering if it would be more fanatical to be thinly dirty and nasty."

I smiled and told him that.

Uncle Borderline said, "A man named Ganel has been spared. I regret having to kill so many men," he told Baron Ferdinand Oldham of his belly.

When Gannell appeared in prison, a voice of condemnation was showered by the gathered people.

He had no voice for the reproach, and had given the people a sharp glance out of their twisted and fallen orbits.

Borderline uncle and Baron Manfred Braceford, chief of the Knights, appeared and one of the knights read out Gunnell's guilt.

that he entered the Associate Baron of Gateskel, manufactured the bloody narcotics of the Light God (Lucidus), and puppeted Gateskel. That it began with the assassination of Patrick Raswell, the son of Borderline uncle, and that it assassinated many hostiles with poison. And that the Fourth Battalion was fed the blood of the Light God (Lucidus) and rebelled against the Borderline Uncle... Whenever the sin is read out, the popular curse heats up.

In the meantime, Gannell didn't break his expression and was staring at the borderline brethren.

When all the counts were read out, Uncle Borderline stood on the stage.

"Many innocent people were killed, not only my son Patrick! Luke's fanatics..."

That's where your emotions were about to explode, stuck in words. There were whimpers in the people, who were equally suppressing their anger.

"It's Ganel. I'll ask you the last thing you want to say. You were helped by Gateskell. But I gave it back with my vengeance! Let me know if you have anything to say!

Gannell glanced at the borderline uncle, and began to speak in a slow tone.

"What do you know? Used like a tool, betrayed by that quote... and lost everything, including my family..."

The folks said, "That's the same here!" The anger rises.

"... I was saved by the Light God (Lucidus). What do you need to hesitate to return the favor? Everything is for God's sake. So everything is forgiven..."

in a pale tone, Gannell said.

Borderline uncle raises "Mamajori,"

"What do you Luke fanatics think about people's lives!... you plead guilty to the charges you just mentioned?

Gannell shook his head (wearing it) and replied "I won't admit it". Borderline uncle gave a surprise look at the words, and the audience said, "What are you going to say!" and he makes me curse.

Gannell makes his own claims pale as if they were not in the ears, such as the words of the audience.

"It's true what you did, but you can't sin. So it's not a“ sin ". This is my mission."

The word heats up the audience even more.

I was more impressed with Gannell than I thought.

(Surely fanatics wouldn't admit to sin. Because it's not a sin, it's a duty... but I think about it a lot. I didn't think he was a simple military man, but sometimes he was just on a difficult assignment like backwards agitation...)

Borderline uncle gives an angry expression and pursues it further.

"Aurella merchant, where is Oulett! The fact that he was in charge of a series of commands has been investigated."

"I don't know. I'll tell you what, I wasn't used by Oulett. He's just a preaching order to pass on instructions from the Order Headquarters (...) to me..."

So I cut the words once and get a hateful look on my face.

"... he, and the incompetents of the Order headquarters, failed. If he's a little more capable, you won't be in the world by now. I lost my base in Aurelia because of him..."

Uncle Borderline looked speechless because of his anger and sent an eye signal to the Knights Commander, Baron Braceford. The chief of the knights nodded small, "No further questions needed. Execute the sentence immediately," ordered the marching knight to execute the sentence.

The knight ordered his men to be prepared after giving a salute that seemed to produce the sound of pissilli.

The Gannel is tied to a tree for the knockout. It was built so that there was no cross cross tree with a table that placed its feet as much in the columns of about four m.

And then, about ten soldiers slowly let their trees stand for their hoarseness.

When fully up, five soldiers with spears surround them and aim at Ganel's chest.

Gannell turned no attention to the spear, which would have kept his life alive, and shouted at the sky.

"God! Thank you for your guidance!... It's the greatest miracle for me that I could serve you!... I could just dream of glory with you!... that I couldn't grasp the glory at all, this is all I care about!... to your future!

The marching knight had ignored the cry and ordered the soldiers to be executed.

Five spears pierce Ganel's chest. At that moment, the square was surrounded by silence.

He was a gannell with a spear protruded, but he didn't scream or groan at all. It was just the sound of spitting blood called gobbo.

When the spear is pulled out, the drink rises from the audience.

I walked away from the scene.

(I guess the last word is geared towards gateskelling. Even though you had to stop, you needed a way to expose that many men......)

The idea comes to mind that I didn't taint the death of a man named Gannell, or that I deserve to do that.

I headed to the bench in the castle garden to be alone.

Meanwhile, I continued to regret this execution.

(Sure, he was the enemy... one mistake, and I and my people would have lost their lives. So you don't have to be sympathetic. I know that... but there was another way. Didn't you pollute his death in a cheap way... this is hypocrisy. I'm killing dozens of knights who were just manipulated and have no sins whatsoever...)

I was sitting on the bench and even thinking about it. But no matter how much I thought about it, I repeated the same thing, just going around the maze of thought, and never got out of it.

I don't know how long it's been, but I managed to make a fold in myself.

When I noticed, there was Liddy on the side.

And there were Beatrice, Mel, Sharon and Dan behind.

"Do you regret it? But there was no other way, was there? And he was convinced."

Liddy said that in a pale tone.

"... I certainly couldn't come up with a way. But I've already broken it..."

They hugged me where I said that, and I couldn't talk any more.

"Well, that's it now. Don't think about it any more..."

That's what I'm saying. I'm going to hug you even harder.

Only her heartbeat can be heard and surrounded by a pleasant scent.

"Thanks. I'm fine now"

Liddy stares me in the eye and nods small.

"Sounds fine. But why bother so much? He was an enemy."

I spit out my thoughts.

"Even though they were enemies, Ganell and Gateskel were also used by the Light Divinity. That mastermind, you can use your hands like this to say that it will damage the real enemy... of course, I know it can be said because there was no harm done to us. If anyone here was scratched... I never thought about this... I know that..."

When I breathed out my thoughts, it was even neater.

"Well, what do we do now? It's halfway there..."

So Beatrice says, "Training in the evening is a stop," and laughs.

"Roll it out to the city. It's a banquet!... Dan! You go to the Blacksmith Guild and invite Dagenhardt. Tell your lords Mel and Sharon are going outside. I'll go to the Marquis Seawell and get some wine."

So Liddy said, "What about me?" He called out.

"You stay with this girl. I'll think about it again when I'm alone."

Everyone but me snorts with laughter.

(Hi. Looks like I'm the weakest guy in terms of mentality. Well, I'm aware...)

With that in mind, I decided to go with their care, too.

"Don't you think I should let you drink if you're depressed? I don't think so."

Liddy has objected with a laugh.

"Is it really different? In your case, I thought you'd be all right if you just had alcohol?

I make a rare face and shake my head, "That's a misunderstanding". And I immediately laughed,

"You can't just drink. Without good (...) liquor and companionship."

A laugh echoes my words.

(If you can hear this laugh, you don't need anything else...)