Several of the villages were punished for taking responsibility for one orphan in the village of Cyril, a Cardiac child, who threw stones at the Viscount of Cardia and caused him to fall.
The executioner, a child, was packed in a hemp bag and thrown into the river, and whoever was employing the child, who was letting him live, and his association were questioned by a consortium and whipped in front of the villagers, he said. Shortly after the birthday celebration, the story spread to the twist and king's capital.
The Viscount of Cardia is an outer mainland without any particular salient features. However, the scandal by the previous lord Owe Cardia and his family, the last due to their poisoning, and the fact that only one daughter remained, and then the brother of the Marquis Lietergau, have been attached as a hindsight, has been exhausted for the last thirty years, thus attracting the attention of those who took the unspoken and idle aristocracy of the King's capital as their main focus.
"It seems to be the King's capital's assessment of the land of Cardia today."
"Thank you, Kamil. As you would have expected, the gaze of curiosity is likely to be increasingly concentrated in the House of Lords when it is already known about that orphan. I just think about it and I'm disgusted."
Recently, Kamil was taken to the Wang capital for the first time as one of the servants of the Earl of Teresia, who is to be admitted to the assembly of the House of Lords. The House of Lords is allowed to attend from a six-year-old if there is a title. I mean, the Earl of Teresia is finally going to pull me out to the king's capital.
This House of Lords is, in a nutshell, a government agency to which all nobles with the title of Archsia belong once and for all. It is located under the King, the supreme authority with the full powers of this country, and does a variety of non-judicial things, including legislation, administration, and other personnel.
For the record, thanks to the existence of this House of Lords, Arxia has far less of a place to socialize than you might imagine. Because it does not function as a diplomatic or political place, if it is stuck, it becomes merely a place of nobility's morality and boast of its power, so that churches that value purity and poverty tend to be neglected as religious groups.
"Surprisingly, Tsari is delicate?
"What a surprise, you rude bastard"
Reflectively rub wrinkles between eyebrows to add and subtract the same amount of Camill disrespect. I'm the one allowing that, and for me, who still has the remnants of my previous life's memories, I need to convince myself to accept that these shattered attitudes of Kamil are what I need, and I just recently finally got my emotions sorted out.
Briefly summarize what Camill told you and write it down on parchment paper, easily clean up the top of the stationery and get out of the chair.
The sunlight plugging through the thick glass window is pompous and warm, and I am very drowsy. Recently I began to feel the arrival of summer in the middle of the day, which lights longer than the chills that linger in early spring.
Dive right into Russywok's belly and breathe in the smooth scaly feel that touches his cheeks. Russywok, disturbed by his nap, snorted in dissatisfaction, still stretching out the one wing he had folded to cover my body. Soon those wings are enough to cover my little body and so on softly. When I came to this mansion, I said it was still enough to fit into Kamil's arms, but the beast is growing really fast.
"Tsari, are you going to sleep?
"No, I'm just gonna lay down a little bit. I'm gonna go check on Elise before noon."
─ ─ The inhabitants of the Golden Hill Hall secretly changed their faces shortly after my birthday celebration.
The nanny (nurse) changed, two girls were welcomed as my playmates, and Kamil was given a small room.
However, one of the girls is' breaking and nursing her body at the same time as she arrives'. ─ ─ That's what's supposed to happen.
"How about a meal, Elise?"
……
In a room behind the mansion, that's what I call a child squatting in the corner of his bedroom. When it comes to children, they are about three years older than I am, but because of stunting, their thin, small bodies are no different from mine. Though I take care of it every day, my dark hair still remains rough and my black eyes stare at me with tears. The dress with the gloves covering all the way to my fingertips didn't bother me very much.
"Nathan the Cock says he's worried he won't be able to get much help even though he made it because of it. If you don't eat properly, you can't strangle me," Elise. "
A heavy metal noise sounds like Jarrari. Camill, who refrains behind me, softly puts his hand on my shoulder and hesitates to contain it. On the sleeping table in the dim room, I could see a little kid trembling in anger.
"... Shut up. Besides, I'm not Elise's name. I'm Latka."
"No, you don't. An orphan in the village of Cyril named Latka was executed. You are Elise Chelstka, my daughter who was held in the Golden Hill Hall as my playmate."
"No, no!... I'll kill you someday!!
Now the chains were noisy and noisy. I dare you to roar like that. Too much, I put my strength into the hand Camille put on my shoulder.
"After all, you can't even kill me, you coward!
"Well, you don't know what you're talking about. Why do I have to kill the player who came to the corner mansion?
I left it to my anger and the kid threw a pillow. However, the light feather clogged it has no momentum and falls to the floor with little noise before it reaches me.
"Let's tell Natan to prepare something a little easier to eat. You can't even get off the bunk, but you can't do it, Elise."
"Get lost!"
It receives a yell that the blood vessels of the head may be cut off, leaving the dim room behind. Cheap provocation, but as long as you ride and even eat.
Next, pay for Camille's hand, which stayed on his shoulder even though he was stuck. But the hand didn't want to let go of his shoulder. He opens his mouth hesitantly as he looks up to see what's wrong.
"... you know, Tsari. Why did you bother to put that kid aside? You could really scratch your sleeping neck."
"I'm not putting anything aside. I can use those red eyes, so I'll just keep them alive. I don't care about the color of my hair, but I can't help but the color of my eyes. Not as a trustworthy distribution, but as a tool, there are as many uses."
The moment I said that, the color floated like I'd never even seen it in Kamil's eyes. A slightly frowned expression, but for some reason I can't find the point of accusation.
What emotion was this? I must have known in my previous life, but I don't know now.
I can hear the strong wind blowing out the window or the young leaves of the trees making deliberate noises in the distance.
"... I don't think you need to tell me that you have such an excuse."
"Then I let him live because I couldn't kill him. I decided to put it aside because I want you to admit it. Are you satisfied with this, Camille?"
Silence wraps the hallway. Camille's hand fell off her shoulder and I saw her fingertips gripped. Somehow I didn't like to keep looking at it, and I dropped my eyelid. Is he even disappointed in me now?
If you like, turn your heels back in a throwing mood somewhere. This' Elise 'room is not the only place to go. I just took a step to say that it's just unnatural to stop here in silence, and there was a blur and a heavy thing on my head. It moved to stir my hair loosely, and that's when I finally realized it was Camille's palm.
To its comforting applause, I finally recall what I call the emotions in Kamil's eyes that I saw earlier.
That is pity. Camille was pitying me.
But I still didn't know why he turned that look on me.