What the two Viscounts were saying was that both exaggerations and lies were interwoven. They were originally badly adhesive in the first place, and this case was only exposed in the worst possible way by the rounding up to get the profit in hand. Tax evasion on the smuggling and trafficking of drug candles... The whispering around the child's engagement was a camouflage they made, and no matter how I scratched it, it was only muddy. So that's why I was dragged in.
Can we hang out with such farce forever?
If you alter what constitutes third party evidence of those illegal activities that have been sidelined by the Earl of Teresia to be convenient to the Earl of Rogue Shea at this convenience, and you submit it to the two referees, it's all behind the curtains.
The Rogue Shea family will have a lot of debt left, but later the Fletcher Border Uncle is in a position to pick it up without letting it live and killing it. However, if you can get fertile land and massive beekeeping facilities in Grunfeld for about 20 million alk of gold, you should thank Uncle Fletcher at best for accepting the story of the three men.
The injustice of the Augrain family is surely connected to the Marquis of Nordstelm, the home. It is the purpose of Count Teresia this time to uncover it before being tail-cutted and to draw the Marquis out of the House of Lords, and this time I am his pawn.
… but it was only a matter of a few moments before the curtain was drawn.
I looked up unexpectedly at the discomfort that reached my ear slightly.
"What's wrong?
Everyone in that room looked at me all the time, whether it was too abrupt a move, the Viscounts, who were ugly enough to argue, and the men and clerics of the judicial public who were listening very coldly to the content of the story.
I can hear the high noise going up in the distance, like touching the surface of my ear.
"... outside, is there any noise"
"Huh?"
The clergyman gave a quick signal to the guard standing in front of the door of the room. The guard opens the door.
─ ─ At that moment, it sounded like a noise supernatant in the room. At the same time, the zazaza, and the odd murmurs of the dead leaves plunder.
Just there, a guard rushed in from the outside and said, "It's a fire! It's a fire nearby! Please evacuate!," he said.
Gata, and they all sat back. For a mere fire, the sound heard was too unusual.
"We will adjourn our deliberations on this today in the event of an emergency. Ladies and gentlemen, this way."
A faded cleric takes the lead, with guards on both sides of Viscount Augrain and Viscount Rogue Shea. I forgive the confused Felia and pulled her arm. I went away from Oscar and asked him to pick up the papers, but can we rendezvous properly later? I don't think we're that far apart.
... Nevertheless, the noise occurred at an unpleasant time. I hope this doesn't make the case for you.
Get out of the temple quickly. There was a suspicious sight there, all breathtaking.
The sky is red. The sky is burning red, even though there is still time at dusk. Beyond the walls that divide the city as an identity, black smoke is rising from here and there, with many flashes of flaming powder brilliance.
"Is that... a phosphorus moth? No way. So much?
Viscount Rogue Shea shrugged. I look up at the sky in exactly the same way.
Red sky.... countless phosphorous moths swirl around, red looking sky.
When the phosphorous moths, which swarmed as the waves twisted, plundered the civilian buildings, the fire burned from there in momentum. The scream is hissing. Everyone lost their words to an unusual view that seemed dazzling.
"What the hell is going on?
"Evacuate anyway... this area is dangerous"
The cleric flipped himself, it was that moment.
Suddenly I get my body jumped with strong force and I get hit by a wall. A shock ran on my back and I held my breath. When the powerless body drifts, it falls to the ground for wall telling.
"Everybody freeze! Don't move!!
I was pressed hard against something all the way back. I hear Viscount Augrain summoning hysterically directly above me. When I managed to turn my face towards you, there were two men in black who had just laid their swords on the bodies of the guards.
Faelia's scream splits. I see Viscount Rogue Shea collapsing to the ground without a voice.
"Tell me what!!
That became the last word of a man in a judicial public house. The sound of the wings of the Zazaza, and the phosphorous moth, approaches, and his interrupter is scratched off.
I made it tickle in the temple garden and it caught fire. It burns out, and it moves to the tunic of a guard who has fallen to the ground. I could only see the fire spreading like a lick.
"Good zama. You can die in the fire alive!
Viscount O'Grain's joyful and shaky cry came down, and he stepped on his back, and the next moment, on the back of his left hand, there was a doth, and something cold...
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Sweat erupted from all over his body along with an impulsively squeezed scream out of his throat. My left hand is hot. Burning with pain. A guard spear protruded by the hand of Viscount Augrain is holding my hand stitched to the ground.
The Viscount exclaims a laugh, undoing the noise that Faelia resists trying to take off from the hands of both the intruder's black clothes. The sound of fire, the screaming and the phosphorous moth feathers and, anyway, the awful noise filled it and quickly went far out of my reach.