After a miracle resurrection, I was set to prepare again for the inauguration of the Autonomous Lords.
Larser, Iris, Rail, etc. are currently staying at the mansion and staying bright, but Eliza and I continue to have a difficult and awkward situation to meet face to face.
It's too awkward to fight hard and then remember back or something. It's really awkward. It's kind of awkward all over, and we're both unnaturally distancing ourselves.
When I looked at each other again this morning, both me and Eliza ran off for a small run. Running ahead is the same, and the dodgy kids who want to run again show off to each other.
I also tried to make it up to Iris to take the time between us, but, um, I kind of don't get the word out when I have to look at him.
It's like that, but Eliza and Pubeye seemed to be able to make up early enough, and Pubeye's meal became as Eliza made it and took it again as before. Pubeye also rubs her cheeks sweetly when she is perfectly normal. I hope I'm all that honest, too, but it's hard. Before I honestly rubbed my cheeks, Binta would be waiting for me.
But there's also some optimism somewhere that we'll be able to make up in time, so there's something we need to do first, as we leave this matter alone.
It is the recent Magic Train raid, and the trial of the group of culprits who committed the kidnapping.
It may be sent to the Wang capital to leave the judgment to him, but the fact that it was the Magic Train that was attacked, and that most of the victims were Helanese citizens, and even more so, the timing of the establishment of the autonomy, determined that the sin was quite heavy and allowed the group of killers to be judged specially in Helanese territory.
Your Honor's post is still vacant, but this judgment should still be done in the land of Helanese territory in order to absorb the anxiety of the people.
Put the chief officer on me, there's going to be a trial.
The day before that, I decided to hide in the mansion yard and summon him. A magical creature, he called in only one radish.
The flock creeps them out, but when I called one smaller one, the discomfort still did. With green leaves on his head, his body stretches over the same white radish, with a dark old man's face floating on one side of the radish.
"Wi"
"Oh, hello. I just need to ask you something."
Apparently, here comes an individual who can say hello well. More importantly, we're going to have a smooth conversation.
"Wiiiiiiiiiiiii"
I answer whatever questions the Lord may have because I am in a good position. What do you mean? No way, the radishes still seem to be deep, even though such a polite individual really lives there. Maybe the road is still a long way to go to really understand them. Even close, I don't feel like understanding.
"In the meantime, Ogi Daikon would have taken one human to your world, wouldn't he? I wonder what's going on with him."
"Wee. Wee, wee, wee, wee."
I see. Is it such a harsh thing?
Apparently, there are not enough resources in the radish's sieve, and even less labor hands at all times in the battle against other magical creatures. So it seems that the person who took him is forcing him to labor.
"What do you think? Are you working well?
"Wiiiiiiiiiiiii"
That says it works well. I'm glad the whole human race seems complimented. So apparently there was a radish conference going on and it meant there were more humans.
"Ho, that's convenient"
"Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
Wow, I suddenly talked so much. Frightened!
What? What? Until now, we radish organisms have worked for free. I think it's time to crave that consideration. There should be a formal charge coming soon, but I'll still tell him here. I want you to give me a human to reward us in the future.
Daikon, who has politely and precisely communicated their demands. Courtesy. It's a hassle to reject something. Makes me want to kick your ass.
"Fine. I just wanted a receptacle too. The guilty will be sent there because they will be able to become autonomous and scold criminals. Give it back to me when you're done in jail, and I'll send you another one when it's new."
"Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
I can't give you a formal response, but I think this one will drink the terms, too. Give me a thousand people and we'll work for ten years.
I'm bargaining for business. Let's summon the representative radishes once. So, when I say business, I squeeze as much as I want. So, dry it. Dry in the day, and also in terms of work without summoning.
"There are a thousand people. But there will be people out there who really need to send it. No number can be promised, but regular supply can be made. Tell that to the representative radishes. And work thirty years."
"Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!
I know the Lord has become an autonomous lord. That's because we worked fully. Thanks to that. The earth does it to the Lord. Underground is under our control. Remember, we're one man! The position should be reciprocal!
I kicked Sparn and Daikon back into the ground with polite verbal radishes. Next time it's more rusty, so no. Maybe Daikon just now is an elite in the radish world. He seems to have a weird idea or something. Oh, no. Nevertheless, I'll do it on the ground. The basement belongs to us, and they have surprisingly big ambitions. Surprisingly impressed me.
Now, the whereabouts of the sinners have been decided, shall we denounce the kidnappers?
The next day, numerous inhabitants had gathered at the extraordinary venue in front of Lord Helan's Mansion, which had become the venue for the trial. Various gazes covered the venue, including interest in trials and people who are coming purely with wild horse guts.
I sat in the back of the venue and Larser sat on the side as the presenter as the royal representative.
Waiting For a while, breaking the circle of the inhabitants, Iron Hot Squad brought me here dressed with all the kidnappers tied up. Mental fatigue and physical fatigue were observed. Some distracted themselves from standing on their own.
The trial begins.
This guilty plea will be read out by Mr. Rozon. On the basis of the specific sin committed, the name and punishment of each person is said. Kidnappers are uniformly forced labor for 10 years in the Helan underground prison (the country of the radishes). Seriously finishing his sentence also included giving him a job on Helanese soil. There were no defense attorneys, and they only had a way of defending themselves, but no one challenged the charges.
After the venue from the sentenced, the last one left was a man who was the true protagonist who stabbed me from behind after being dispersed by hostages in a recent kidnapping.
Formerly a well-known nobleman, the other day I still had the temper to just bind the nobility. And yet now I drop myself on sinners and just wait for judgment.
His guilt will also be read out by Mr. Rozon. Kidnapping and attempted murder, sabotage of the Magic Train, etc. are crimes against him. Punishment is thirty years of forced labour in Helan underground prison. Of course he added to the content that after seriously finishing his sentence, he would be given a job in Helan.
"Any objections?
"More than that, Lord Kurli Helan. Are you sure you want to go out in public so soon? The wound will still hurt."
He grinned niggly as he looked exhausted and still shook his strength and desperately glanced at this one.
"I'm fine. Completely cured."
"Don't be impotent. That's the wound. It would be hard just sitting there."
"No, look, I'm completely cured of this condition"
I turned where the wound was and showed it to him. There was just my healthy, slippery skin there.
"Ah... damn! That shouldn't be!?
"I do. Now you can't get the wrong guy to fight."
He couldn't block his open mouth and kept staring at this one. I'm not even going to wait until I get back to sanity, so I asked again.
"I ask again, do you have any objections?
I haven't heard back yet, so I skipped instructions to let the Iron Heat Squad exit.
That's it for now.
"... Objection!? Yes, there is. There is."
Stop the moving Iron Heat Squad.
"If you have any objections, let's hear it."
"The lad who became me will judge me!? My family is a namesake who has served royalty for generations. Even the Dartanelles had a glimpse at home. That's right, I'm not the one to be judged by such a neighborhood lord!
"I'm not talking about who's great or anything like that. You're just talking about committing a criminal act and I happen to be entitled to judge you. What does your criminal activity have to do with how glorious your house has been in the past?
"Even if it has something to do with it. Master Larser, please don't listen to me in silence either. Say something. Drink something for this loser!
He was a Larser who was listening to the top-down, but he finally gave his face to this word, releasing a harsh word at him.
"The undelivered are you. Apologize to the Autonomous Lord."
"Become... Why! My family said we worked for generations for the royalty! For the country! For royalty!! Yet!! Ahhh!!
Larser was listening to the cry with a sad face. I don't think we need to take this seriously.
That's why I told you this.
"It would have turned out more differently if it had been accompanied by actions as well as words. I can't stand on my own because I'm always attached to people. The Great Root Country... you have to think about it and see it in the Helan Dungeon."
He finally screamed angrily and gradually it turned into an odd laugh.
"Surely the flourisher will fade...? Will this happen even in our home where we have so much glory..."
"Poor thing."
"Hmm, laugh. Kurli Helan, but you're next. Did you get it to the top? You think the day won't come when you're old enough to lose your status? You idiot, I can tell you now. Anyone could have been in my shoes! ♪ Kurli Helan, for you too ♪
"Naturally."
The word no longer resonates with me. You can say I've been more worried about that than anyone else.
"You know what? Or are you just gonna figure it out? You won't be able to imagine this pain until the time has come. More and more aristocrats will continue to fall. They look at you jealous, jealous, and eventually resentful. It's not just the Dartanelles or me, whoever keeps chasing you until the day you fall will never fail!
"Please come. The Great Root Nation seems to be understaffed."
"Ha ha ha!! I look forward to your face when it falls one day! If you climb, you'll just climb, and the height of your fall will be higher. Excellent! I'll keep an eye on you from hell!
He screamed in shouting. And what makes you happy, I can't stop laughing.
"That's why you're second class."
"... what?
Listening to my words, the laughter stopped once. And then he starts staring at me again with an amazing shape.
"I'm afraid of falling. Can the nobles do it?"
"... what do you mean?
"If you plan to fall, go for a blacksmith. You guys can't because you can't even think about that. More than power, want yourself. Don't forget the life with your feet on the ground. That's it, you're thirty years of forced labor in the Great Root Country. Try your best to get a job on your hands over there, if possible. Meeting adjourned!"
He slapped a hammer announcing the closing of the meeting so that everyone gathered at the venue could hear him. The dry, comfortable sound of the tree echoes.
"Dismissed!!
The kidnappers were all taken.
They will be asked to sink into the earth after this and forced to labor.
Don't fight with the radishes. Periodically summon radishes to report if they are working properly.
With new guidelines in place again, the Helanese realm made one progress.
Where do you plan to fall? There was only a peaceful breeze blowing in Helanese territory.
Perhaps there will be no more falling. But let's brush our arms as blacksmiths. Because I think that's part of my foundation. No, I don't think so. Must be the foundation!!