I still woke up in the dark early morning outside.
The chilly air is not as cold, but just stroking his cheeks and shoulders drives him to drowsiness somewhere. I woke up completely uncomfortable in the futon and crawled off the bunk in the first place.
Looking at the water clock placed in the corner of the room, it looks like it woke up pretty early than it usually does. I don't even like to catch a cold, so I just wear Dharmatica.
I don't even like to have extra time in the room, so do you want to walk in the mansion?
Think of the same thing as one early morning when Mrs. Ortensio will have no problems if she returns before she comes to wake up.
Sleeping on the other side of the water clock, Raswiwok bowed his head. I made a sweet throat-soaking noise of coming, so I decided to take him on the condition that if I were to be quiet.
The hallway, where the curtains haven't even been raised yet, is as dim as the room. Raswiwok, who works at night, guides the dog well away from obstacles and guides him, so he follows him appropriately.
The Golden Hill Hall is really small as a lord's residence, so it's not that many rooms, it's not that big. The military facility next door is so much bigger that this doesn't tell which is the residence of the lord. In order to manage the people on the eastern side of the territory, you may want to think about building a new castle in the center of the territory if it settles down.
If the war with Lindar is to be realistic, we must build a new military facility anyway. The House of Lords will give an order to increase the number of troops for sure, if the track record of the horseman's education can be achieved.
Russywok suddenly snorted as he thought with his right hand on the belly of Russywok walking with Tokotoko without knowing where he was walking. So I rub my nose against my cheek like I'm in trouble and push it behind my back.
Now Raswiwok is an adult, and when I opened his mouth, he was big enough to eat in one bite, such as my head. While realizing its magnitude, I turn my gaze softly beyond Raswiwok's stop.
I saw a shadow there, and I hid myself quietly, but quickly, in the shadow of Raswiwok. Being taller than my height, Laswiwok is still big enough to hide me completely easily.
"... Hmm, Raswiwok?
The person who walked in the hallway apparently noticed Raswiwok sitting in the dim. When Raswiwok replied with a small throat, he went into a nearby room without looking particularly concerned.
Is your voice Berwyer now? Thinking about where I am for a while now, I think it's near Count Theresia's bedroom.
But isn't it too early for Count Theresia to wake up? Just a question, I decided to stay there for a little while. I've come to realize that eavesdropping is a pretty bad hobby.
From inside the room, you will eventually hear two voices: a blur.
The content is a report of the plans for today and the pigeon contacts that arrived during the night. Earlier than usual seems to be due to more time that has to be allocated to prepare for full refugee reception.
I have not been told such a thing, so wake up at the same time as before. I had no idea that even the overworked old Count of Teresia would have even more working hours. I only pray that I will not fall because of overwork.
I also figured out why the Earl of Teresia woke up early, and it was when I thought it was time to go back to my room.
"So, I'm talking about Eliza yesterday..."
My name comes out of Berwaier's mouth and my hand stops raised to signal Raswiwok. I remember yesterday making the conversation as reported a Berwaier, and I was interested in how it would be told to the Earl of Teresia.
Berwaier seemed to have divulged his voice even more and explained to the Count what happened yesterday. It's hard to hear because your voice is suppressed.
"… I have no trust in my future husband"
The excited Berwaier's voice volume returns to the original blurry voice and is clearly audible.
My future husband and I are talking about me. Is the Earl of Teresia going to leave his own servant with me?
None of those who work in the Golden Hill Hall are of aristocratic origin, except Berwyer. Berwaier is the son of a knight, but a knight is merely a privilege, an unacknowledged identity of a hereditary assault. How many generations of nobles without titles exist, and the son of a knight is disenfranchised with the death of his parents with titles.
The reason I'm gathering these people may be because there's nothing like losing my manpower all at once after I get out of Count Teresia's asylum.
"You're not the only one"
The Earl of Teresia roared low. It was like including something bitter somewhere.
"I'm not trusted with you. He was using camels, soldiers and maids to find out what was going on in the village."
... Did you still find out? It may indeed be proof that I do not trust the Earl of Theresia that I was gathering information on the territory while moving the surrounding human beings somewhat, which gradually grew over time.
I had no sound and snorted two people talking about my trust like this. I don't care if it's like that, it won't make any difference.
Count Theresia and I have a relationship of interest and not trust.
So rebuild the territory, put confirmation into the task entrusted to him, and he is certainly participating from the early stages in the plan to get him out on the way to receiving refugees.
He also uses me as a destination to assign personnel who can no longer be looked after with his own hands. Besides, all cereals produced in the Cardians are sold through the Teresians and through the merchants held by the Teresians. It may be said that we have an exclusive agreement. It's like loaning a territory to a Teresian family that's famous but doesn't have a territory because it's full of legal aristocrats. Enough interest exists for each other.
Since the servants of the Mansion have an employment contract with the Earl of Teresia, I wonder if this also does not require a relationship of trust with me. The future doesn't have to be trusted by me to work for me.
How much in the world does my trust mean and value?
The conversation between the Earl of Teresia and Berwaier continues, approaching me with a frown root.
"So is Kamil the same?
... Kamil? I smashed my teeth.
That was originally an apprentice soldier in the leadership, and his previous identity was the son of a merchant. I heard his father died, but if he just died, he must have the property that the father left behind. As I know you chose a soldier who didn't need a handout to be an apprentice, I honestly don't know why you're following me as it is after that.
I concentrated my consciousness more than ever on what the Earl of Teresia would answer to Berwaier. I want to make it clear that I don't know who I am.
Having so cleared my ears, I was to let the Count's words clog my breath for a moment.
"Oh, maybe I am. If his father found out he was a merchant who poisoned his family, he might not even put it aside."
To my father, a poisoned merchant is his father.
The blood caught my attention and my brain creaked. My vision flashes with chickens, leaning against Raswiwok's back. It seemed like cold water was sprinkled from my head.
That's who I killed.
I'm the one who killed my father. But it was the merchant who sold the ingredients of the day to his father who was executed on suspicion.
The bulk bursts my heart around hard. I can't help but sweat from my forehead.
... I heard he was a spicy merchant. Camille barely tries to tell the story of her father, but the expression speaks eloquently of admiring her father.
What if Camille knew I was the real killer?
A chill runs down his spine.
Maybe the only reason he's following me is because he wants nothing to benefit him.
Grr... and an unsound groan tangled in the back of my throat. The dizziness is terrible. The back of the temple stings and hurts.
I managed to lift my trembling fingertips and poked Russywok's back three times. Apparently, he understood the meaning of the signal, and Raswiwok lays flat on the floor.
When I managed to get on top of it with enough chest upset that I was about to throw up, Raswiwok turned back to my room without a sound.