"You didn't think they wouldn't kill you, did you?
Grab the hair of a child held to the ground like a specimen made worm. Her hair was pulled and her throat, slightly exposed, burst with a cut tip.
The child is breathtaking. Still, the liver is sitting at this age.
"According to the word of the Divine Son Kusha Fema, the punishment to be inflicted on the sinner is to atone for his sins and to purify the filth of his soul. So, we can't just give you a death sentence right away, can we?
"... if you're going to shake it and then kill it, don't wear it and do it right. That's nothing compared to what my mother's been making me do!
The mighty barking kid is petty, but stupid.
"─ Keep him in the dungeon. The bloodshed during the festival is filthy."
Return the dagger to Kamil and take your gaze off the child. Smart, but I knew very well that this guy was just a kid. Yes, and Kamil, with a topical awe-inspiring face, bowed his head respectfully, and at his direction the soldier caused the child and began to detain him with rope.
"What the fuck! You can't kill him or anything after all!
The child calls, even as he tries to escape from the hands of the soldier by turning his back. Ignoring any of that, I called Kamil's name again.
"Take fifteen people from the village who were particularly involved with this child to the hall. Whether you're a child or not."
"Yes."
"Become... why not! The people in the village don't matter!!
I mocked the child in the heart when he was in a terrible rage. If you have nothing more to ask, wave to the soldiers and tell them to take you there quickly and back off. Before long, I couldn't hear the child who often went through whether even the cloth had been bitten.
"... what are you going to do with that kid? Tsari."
Kamil, who offered her arm without saying anything, asks blurry with a voice that is so emotional that she doesn't know if she's interested or not.
"I know what I want to do, but it's still uncertain what to do. You're first to dare talk to the Earl of Teresia. I can't drive my birthday plans any crazier."
Just a short distance to the Count of Teresia, supported by Kamil. The soldiers are stretching themselves out, as I found out in my hand. I knew from a stabbing gaze that you would stare into the series of exchanges between the child and me.
The fright and vigilance are rising from them. Against me, the heart that was leaning away.
But this was also something that I would need someday. There's no way you're ever going to be familiar with me as a cheap kid. I must make them understand that I am not a child they miss, but a lord who leads them, and I must make them acknowledge it again.
... I'm going to feel depressed now because of the difficulty. I don't have time to be in such a mood for happiness or unhappiness.
The sun falls beyond Jomtien.
I finally got back to the Golden Hill Hall and the soldiers glanced at the treat that was ready. The first day of the birthday celebration is for the inhabitants. At noon he shall walk after the march, leaving liquor and a treat, and behave to the people of the village. At night there will be a banquet around the hall to work the soldiers.
In view of one incident during the day, I decided to exit immediately after finishing the liturgical manoeuvre. It would be better for the soldiers to make a casual noise. It is obviously an element that waters the feast, such as a child who cannot drink alcohol but looks down with cold eyes.
Take Mrs. Golton's hand and change from cramped knight outfits to relaxed tunics and dalmatica.
Dharmatica is a good burnt color with no decorations, but it contains intricate woven patterns. The people dislike the luxury of what stands above them. In an effort to avoid buying extra objections, Count Teresia and I are not wearing easy to understand jewellery such as gold or jewellery, and we are going to spend gold on tailoring and clothing.
Mrs. Golton, who had cleaned up her costume, noticed and raised her voice to me as I finished my personal duties and hung my hand on the door.
More recently, she blamed people for something. She wants to fully educate me about the portrait of a woman considered ideal in her hometown of Grunfeld, where she doesn't move from her room. I'm a woman, but I don't need that education at all because I'm a lord before that.
"A little out. Stay in the Mansion"
"Dear Eliza, where are you going... alone"
Hands stretched out by Mrs. Golton trying to hold back, closing the door behind her back and just running small to the point of destination. As long as we get there, Mrs. Golton won't find us. She doesn't think I went to the dungeon or anything.
The dungeons in the Golden Hill Hall are huge because my father wasted time expanding them. It is roughly equivalent to the ground floor of the building in terms of area. The stone cell, which breathed plenty of blood for twenty years, had a terribly creepy and gloomy air.
When I found out that the stone walls lit like wet with candle flames were filled with multiple pieces of blood, I remembered flashing on the boulders. They used coarse rock skin to 'grate' it.
The stone wall is well visible, in a small cell, the child was squatting.
This cell, which is dark even at noon, sharpens the spirit of what has been put in. Because humans instinctively fear the dark.
"Get up."
I just hung up a word and the kid's face can be raised all the time. It was the colour of exhaustion before my hatred for me that floated on its face.
"... what are you doing here"
"I'm here to see you."
A slight bitterness lingers in the voice of a child who is unusual and unhectic after hitting it during the day.
"You will be executed as soon as the festival is over. As a consortium, I decided to punish the famous man of the village who was your employer, his daughter, and then a woman named Marley who was letting you live in the house, and her two children."
The voice that swallowed the bitter taste and told the punishment sounded colder than I thought.
"... why"
"Why? What you did was an assassination attempt on the nobles, the Viscounts and the lords of the Arxian kingdom. In addition to treason, you are now a great sinner. You don't think it's gonna be enough for a kid to just throw a stone at a kid, do you?
The kid, who was holding his knee behind the cell, moved loosely. Stopping by like crawling is like a monster paired with shivering black brown eyes in the dark.
The child grabbed the iron fence and focused on me alone with a terribly quiet look.
"You know you're a sinner, but you punish the people to keep you decent"
... I was surprised that the question came out of the mouth of such a small child, and at the same time it seemed ridiculous.
A premature child. Its smartness makes it burn in proselytism, and that's how a lack of knowledge causes misfortune.
"Are you afraid to die? Is it hard for you to get involved? Or both?
Don't you dare push a smile and ask without killing me. It still seemed pleasant for some reason to stare at the child with such glare that he was about to shoot him.
"That's what your stupidity invited. All dispositions against you are in accordance with the law. Do you want to hurt my people for the sake of morality like my father did?"
"... what do you say"
"The law is to protect the country, and hence the people. The same goes for nobility, according to the words of some. Nobility is neither a people nor a person, but a gear that moves the country.... It seems that the fool who forgets it hurts people and destroys their country. Like my father."
I don't know if an uneducated child could understand the sincerity of his or her words. I can't even measure how meaningful words borrowed from others are. I just walked out of the dungeon with my child on my back, saying I had nothing more to say.