Isekai Ryouridou

"Stupid!" It was Silel who shouted.

"How could you be here... what were my men doing!

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Guardianship Corps, you have done your duty. It was a surprise to hear that such a large force was positioned on every street."

Floating and laughing, Camua turned her gaze toward Donda-Lou.

"Donda-Lou, the three men we borrowed from the Lou family have also returned safely. They didn't have a pass, so we joined the hunters waiting in front of the castle gate."

Donda-Lou nods silently.

Silhouel, dressed appropriately recirculated, began to step on the estate waste as he sat down again.

"You were under suspicion of setting up a bandit on a farm! No way, you - you got the militia soldiers in your hand?

"No way. Until we made sense and convinced them to clear the way. It didn't look like there were any formal arrangements out there, even if they were suspected."

Camua was truly the same.

What is wrapped up in a long journey seems to be thin and dirty, but it doesn't change its softness or its floating smile.

As such, Camus offered a long arm outside the door, which was still open.

"By the way, we have guided one more guest. Melfried, I didn't have to waste the pass you entrusted me with."

It was the young man, however aristocratic, who emerged from it.

As a people in the west, he has rare dark hair, and his skin is ivory color that hasn't burned much in the day. He is a young, middle-bodied young man with a tight expression, although he is a young man of much youthfulness.

I only know who I am because I wear the same long cape as a camouflage, so I only know about the fine footwear and leather shoes that I peek at from under my feet.

No one knew, a sharp probing gaze concentrated on the person.

"This is Lord Wellhide of the Marquis of Banaam. Was your second son, the current Marquis' sister, the sixth son to inherit the title?"

"Ba, you said it was the Marquis of Banaam house!?

Silhouel shrugged in a cracked voice.

With his mouth tied to his temperament, the young man turns his brown eyes to you.

I mean, youth - maybe my age isn't that different from mine.

"The head of the mission, attacked ten years ago, was the father of this Lord Wellhide. I thought Lord Wellhide had a right to know the truth, and I wanted to accompany him."

"It's Jimmon..." Cycleus snapped low, shading Camus's smile as he answered openly.

"Only these two guests...? Then close the door early."

"Ha-," Jimon said, showing a lot of patrolling attitude.

But I don't want to question my husband, I slowly close the door that looks heavy.

"I apologize for the number of people who have fallen behind my promises. Oh, you don't need to prepare your seats or anything. Late, would you give your seat to Lord Wellhide?

"Yes," Late took a seat, and the Wellhide young man sat silently in that chair.

"Camua-Josh... what the hell are your intentions...?

To Cycleus's inquiry, "Are you willing?," Camua twists her neck.

"Right. Inviting Lord Wellhide was a better plan than ever. Anyway, Sir Cycleus' power was comparable to that of Lord Genos, so I thought it might be necessary for him to be an undisturbed seer. … then I thought that Lord Wellhide or his mother, who was a party to the case, would be in charge, and I encouraged him to persuade him until yesterday."

…………

"I asked Mel Fried to prepare something called a letter of introduction, because he is a windmill who never stops by. It took a long time for me to meet with the Marquis.... So, in Genos in the meantime, there was a burglar dressed in a woodland outfit and so on, but we stayed in Banaam from the 6th to the 13th of the White Moon, so at least we can't be its executors. Anyway, with these four people from the woods and me, who had the style of Mahdra's people, the fathers and fathers of the inn won't be mistaken."

The bandits should have been making a scene on the farm until I was freed from the Cycleus mansion - until the 9th of the White Moon.

Perhaps Camua was also sitting in the town of Banaam with dignity to secure his alibi?

"Somehow they suspected me of setting up those bandits, but I have no proof of it. When I explained that I had to go to Genos as the guardian of Lord Wellhide, Banaam's noble lord, did all the militiamen clear their way pleasantly?

"Are you… willing to involve yourself in your evil plot, even the Marquis of Banaam?"

"It wasn't me who got involved, someone who attacked the mission ten years ago. Without such a painful incident, Lord Wellhide would never have stepped on the land of Genos."

Instead of a shoulder-shrugging camouflage, that wellhide opened his mouth for the first time saying, "I'm -".

"I'm here to find out the truth. If you come here, you will know the truth about my father's death. … disrespect for walking through the castle gate without any contact, I am just about to express my apologies directly to Marstein, Marquis of Genos"

The orphan of the head of the raided mission, which means that this young man is also a man of the same standing as Leyt and Milan-Math.

Surely it would mean that he was led to this scene by the culprits of a case ten years ago, not by Camua-Josh.

"Well, was the actor there? … Balsha, I find it harder than anything for you to be here."

"Oh, I was so lost until last night, I decided to come to my stomach too."

Balsha's fierce gaze and Camus's strange glance tease her hollow.

If you come to this occasion as a witness, Barsha himself will be executed as a sinner - something like that must have been a certainty for Camus from the very beginning.

Camua stared at Barsha with a clear eye for a while before turning back to Cycleus.

"From what I've seen, it looks like the whole inquisition is over. I see you can show Melfried, the first son of the Marquis de Genos, to Lord Wellhide of the Marquis de Banaam, and that you are the magistrate of Castel de Genos. With all this facial flashes in front of you, will you still not acknowledge your sins of the past?

"Camua-Josh... I wonder why you have come to think of bringing disaster to Genos..."

"Disaster Genos? No, all I wish for is a prosperous and fair trial for Genos."

With a smile, Camua spread her right arm wide aside.

Long cloaks whizz, as if a giant bird had spread a single wing.

That's how Camua showed him how to grab his heart with his remaining left arm.

"My God is Selva, the Western God. The Northern god, Mahydra, threw it away fifteen years ago. … all I want is the peace of Genos in one part of Selva"

"Disgusting... Release your thanksgiving to God without a true heart, and his soul will be torn into four..."

"Yeah. Is there a reason to bring disaster to Selva until I sacrifice my own soul? Sure, the kingdom of the west didn't welcome me so gently, but when I said it, it was terrible to treat me like a mahydra."

Camua laughs at the garlic, sagging her wings.

"If not, why would you have needed to switch God to Western God, etc.? I was raw in Mahydra, but both my mother and I were persecuted. That's why I was able to switch God without any untrained after I lost my mother. If I were to curse this blood, I would have thought of bringing disaster to Mahydra, not Selva."

…………

"Fortunately, though, even people like me were not persecuted that way in this Genos or anything else that took Mahydra far away. So we can hope for the prosperity of Genos without worries.... Instead, aren't you the ones who were cursing the world, Sir Cycleus?

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"You only wished for your own prosperity, not Genos. It was not the prosperity of Genos, the prosperity of Turan, but only the prosperity of himself. I suppose that was the beginning of all the tragedies."

With a slight laugh, clear light was beginning to float in Camus' eyes again.

It reminds me of Grandma Ziva, a strange look.

"I hear you were originally a second son, Sir Cycleus. In this Genos, the identity of the Count family is not considered so precious. That's how the Polearths of the Dareim mourned that the only way to live as a shader for good in their second son."

…………

"But Lord Polearth didn't seem so ambitious that he wanted to glorify his father or brother until he left you alone. But I wonder how you were? How exactly did you feel about your breasts, born in the tiny capacity of second son, of the Earl's family, which deposits a small territory called Turan?

"... are you still going to slander me on this...?

"It's not defamation. Impeachment."

Camua said so softly.

"Ten years ago, there were numerous incidents involving the people of the forest and the" Red Beard Party "- you turned the chief of the forest, Zazz-Sung, and caused him to raid the chamber of commerce headed for Sim, as well as the mission from Banaam and the former chief of the protective militia. I only caught those three incidents, but I'm sure I've committed numerous other sins besides that. Going back even further, I suspect that about thirty years ago, he murdered his father, the former head of the Turan family, and his brother, who was in the position of next Lord."

"Nah."

"It wasn't something you could stand, such as spending your whole life as a shader. Is that why you put your father and brother in that hand? I couldn't find any proof, but first my brother, you fell from Totos and broke his neck bone, and then without waiting for a year, the previous Lord was taken ill. I'm stepping on the idea that the poison grass taken from Sims was used to kill him."

"Are you... going to disparage me so much as the head of the Turan family without proof...?

Cycleus' gaze seemed to take Camus' length away from the snare as Ameba did.

but Camua is relaxing and laughing with clear eyes.

"Do you sue me for disrespect? If you were innocent, be my guest. From now on, I intend to show more disrespect.... All we have talked about so far is sin in the past. But you're not going to keep that ambition down, are you?

"What about you?"

"I tried to spread my imagination wings to the limit. First, I reversed you and your brother, used slavery to expand wealth, and used the people of the woods to gain further prosperity - so I wonder what kind of picture you're painting ahead of you."

…………

"Of the three Counts' houses, Turan was to gain maximum strength. Its power is no longer comparable to that of the Marquis de Genos. … then the only thing that will be its next prey is the wealth of the Marquis Genos. First you succeed in controlling the trade in food, now you are putting your hands up to the trade in iron equipment. Last month, they finally signed their own trade deal with Zeland, an iron town in Jagal."

That's - I'm sure it's about that business group that Deal's father heads up.

"They say the iron hardware store from that Zeland has a contract for cookware to be sold in Castle Town and for the procurement of the armaments of the soldier regiment to be delegated. Once that was done, was it now the prospect of stony shops and architects trading? You were going to rob Lord Cycleus of all the interests of commerce in the castle town while Marstein, Genos, was encouraging him in his official duties."

"... is an unspoken slander..."

The little body of Cycleus made me feel like I was losing my black temper.

The pale eyes of that colour are finally filled with beastly flames of hand.

While relative to that, Camua was laughing softly.

"Without proof, would everything be done with a slanderous word? Well, I can only impeach a ten-year-old case, too. If your sins are proven, then the female and male will be decided, so we will leave the rest of the exploitation to the Lord Genos."

"... you fools! Who truly takes words such as you who draw the blood of Mahydra!

and silhouel exploded into crackling.

"Lord Zairas! I want you to be clear from your deputy attorney general! It is the punishment of whipping and genous exile that will be commensurate with such an impudent!?

"… if you intend to plead an offence of disrespect, we shall bring it to justice in the laws of Genos"

The old man said so in a quiet voice.

"But before we do that, let's start with the trial of this ten year old case that this Camuy-Josh guy mentioned."

"What!? Don't let the fool out! Everything like that is a lie that plunges us!

"Then let us need to prove it as a lie. This is how these men have prepared their witnesses."

Saying, Zairas glanced at Barsha.

"On the occasion of formal interrogation, there is no other way to determine first whether there is truth in this Balsha or in your words".

"Don't be ridiculous! Bandit style and noble words are spoken with the same weight!

"A bandit is pleading guilty to your crimes. There is no precious weight in that word."

"Lord Zaylus, are you... are you the blood of the Saturas?

Silhouel snapped that way with his eyes cornered more than Cycleus.

And when Silhouel gets furious, Cycleus closes his eyelids again.

"The Saturas are trying to strip the Turans of their fangs in the face of the Dumb Second Son of the Dalaims! Are you planning to use this conspiracy to break the Turan family?

"Let that be an unspoken adage. I was invited here not as a person of the Saturas, but as a legal officer."

"Is that a word you can trust! You set up such a plot against the wealth of the Turan family! You are Mundt himself!

Zaylus whisks his white brow uncomfortably from the bottom of his heart.

"Lord Silel, keep your mouth shut. You were just clouding your words, intimidating and exposing your answers to inquiries that were the muscles of the forest chiefs. Which language makes sense, that such a thing doesn't have to wait for a formal hearing, and isn't it obvious to anyone's eyes?

"What are the people of the woods?" These people are a bunch of barbarians who soak up the flesh of a miserable Giva!

Silhouel had completely lost sight of me.

Zairas squints his mouth flashly, and the camouflage laughs in its place.

"Lord Silhouel, leader of the Militia Corps. Actually, over this period, there was only one part of me that I hadn't yet grasped for certainty, was there? In that sense, there may have certainly been as many words as there were just now that were slandered."

Silhouel looks back at Camus with his eyes at the extreme of confusion.

Camua laughed thinly, narrowing her drooling eyes and looking back at it.

"All the stories I've told so far are stories that you and Sir Cycleus would not have been able to achieve without a strong cooperative relationship. So it was Sir Cycleus who was in charge of Count Turan's house, so I was looking at whether you were the main culprit or not - and today, for the first time I looked at you firmly, that thought swayed me."

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"Maybe... at the beginning of the first place, it was you, not Sir Cycleus, who made me draw drawings of such conspiracy plays, Lord Silhouer?

The moment Camus uttered the word...

Silhouel put his hand around his waist.

But no knife is attached to that leather belt.

Therefore, no one was able to react aggressively.

What Silhouel was lowering to his waist was a round silver ornament that looked like no matter where he looked.

Also, it seemed like it wasn't actually a weapon, it was a bell or something.

Thus, when Silhouel rang its silver bell - a great curtain that was drawn behind Silhouel and the others was pulled open to the left and right with a sound.

Standing there were dozens of soldiers, as Ai-Fa had perceived, and in their hands, all carrying squeezed bows and arrows.

"Don't move! If we move, we'll all be summoned to Selva!

As proud as it was to win, Silhouel makes a mockery.

"Stupid......" Zairas groaned.

"Are you insane, Lord Silhouel? This is Lord Melfried and the Banaam family's son."

"If you die, you have no title, no snare! That's what our stupid father and brother proved with it!

Barking, Silhouel was shrinking that figure thick body on a chair.

Does it plant an iron plate or something on its huge back to possibly prevent flow arrows?

The soldiers, half of whom were in mid waist positions, covered with arrows in bunks.

The total would reach thirty. If that arrow is released, there's no escape anywhere as long as you're indoors.

"Stupid man, Camua-Josh! … and you in the mouth of such a snitch! The Turans will continue to rule Genos forever after you have perished!

Instead of Frenzied Silhouel, Cycleus was still closing his eyelids.

From its blue-black face, the grin has disappeared as well.

When he lost his expression that way, Cycleus only looked helpless and old sick.

And the hunters by the woods, starting with Ai-Fa - they didn't even show a bare gesture of being upset as one, with a deep flame of anger in their eyes.

"Do you plead guilty without waiting to be questioned?"

Camua-Josh said, relax.

"I just wanted to say that the hassle is gone... but the interrogation is inevitable. A new sin can only cover the sins of the past."

"Don't want to, you crazy bastard! You're all breathless here!

"Are you really going to turn the Marquis Genos and the Marquis of Banaam against their enemies as well? No matter how much blood you have in the Count's family, then you won't be spared death, will you?

"... During the meeting, the Moribe chiefs suddenly tried to commit the crime. We had no other orders to shoot arrows to protect ourselves."

While his bumpy lips are dampened with his tongue, Silhouel squeezes his simmering slutty voice.

"In doing so, it was an extremely unfortunate result that even guests from Lord Melfried and Banaam were involved… Marquis Genos will mourn the loss of important traces"

"I see. Did you also take the knife from Melfried because of those thoughts? But Melfried and Hideyoshi are no less powerful than the hunters by the woods."

"We don't need any more questions!

Silhouel's fingertips ring the silver bell again.

At the same time, all the arrows were unleashed - I guess.

But to me, I couldn't perceive it.

As soon as the tone of the bell sounded, someone kicked me in the chair's foot and I was supposed to flip to the spot.

I heard two strange tones as I hit my back once in a while.

One of them was some groan, the other was the tone of the blowing sharp grass whistle of the people by the woods.

"... you don't have a hand wound anywhere, Asta?

And, the voice of Ai-Fa comes down from overhead.

I guess it was Ai-Fa who kicked my chair down.

Looking up, Ai-Fa was on her knees right behind me.

In that hand, a few arrows poke at just a round chair's leg.

There was no escape anywhere, but they used the chair they were sitting on as a shield to prevent the arrows that were fired upon.

Even though the distance from the soldiers was about five or six meters, it is a reflex nerve and physical ability that is just frightening.

Looking around as he fell asleep, it seemed that all hunters defended themselves and their brethren in the same way as Ai-Fa did.

Before the people of the Sung family, Graf-Zaza and Gazran-Rutim are royal.

The body of Zairas is Melfried, but the body of Wellhide seems to have been protected by Barsha.

No one seems to have sustained any hand injuries.

I just breathed a relieved breath, and Camus's voice crept into my ear.

"No, it was a dangerous place. I didn't expect you to hit me so hard."

If I thought my voice was a lot closer, Camua was crawling right behind me.

Inside that cloak, Late is held like a toddler.

Camua, who did not have a shield called a chair, apparently escaped the difficulties by falling behind Ai-Fa.

"Sa, what about Cycleus and the...?"

"It's okay. It looks like an unexpected visitor has appeared."

When I woke up without knowing what it meant, a scene did pop into my eyes that I didn't even think about.

Silhouel's figure, a thick body, has been suspended in the universe.

It is Donda-Lou who is hoisting.

On his left arm he grabbed an arrow stabbed round chair, on his right arm he grabbed Silhouel's chest and Donda-Lou stood in the center of the room.

"How dare you do this to my countrymen, you big sinner?"

Like a grunt, Donda-Lou's voice.

Besides, Silhouel's groans are rashed even with his breath.

At the feet of the two, a heavy-looking chair with a back lay down.

And it is Cycleus.

Cycleus had also been deprived of his liberty.

Under its throat, she looks like a shoulder wrapped in a hunter's clothes with a blade of a half-moon knife poked at her.

Burning red-haired hair and still a hint of yellowbrown hands and feet - Masala's hunter boy was even in Cycleus' shape, which you can't go wrong in the back.

"Zida... how could you be in a place like this?

In a quiet voice, Barsha asked.

Zida's back answers nothing.

The answer was Ai-Fa, who was still wearing a round chair without alarm while causing my body.

"He was lurking behind the ceiling. There were signs spilled several times, but you didn't notice, Barsha of Masala."

"I'm ashamed I didn't even notice. Apparently, as a hunter, he's no match for you or your stupid son."

I felt a much sadder look on Barsha's side with long hair dripping.

"Zida, don't hurt him. It's not the blade of vengeance he needs, it's the law."

Still, Zida doesn't answer.

The fact that he was lurking behind the ceiling - he, too, must have heard Barsha's words ready.

Caring through that chest almost stuck my breath to me.

"... now what? Is this how your husband is in my hands?

Donda-Lou said, in a heavy voice.

The soldiers who filled the front wall were all frozen as if they had turned into stone statues, remaining in a position connected with a second arrow.

"You can't shut us up with such tiny bows and arrows. Now why don't you pull that hip-knife out?... Whatever you do, the result is the same."

Because of the cheeks on his helmet, the soldiers' expressions could not be read.

However, some of them seem to be more anxious about Mel Fried.

"What are you doing... Kill these guys!

and silhouel turns as he floats high into the universe.

"You fired an arrow at Melfried! If we keep him alive, you'll all be the first! If you spare your life, kill them all!

"That's not true. All sins belong to the rebel Silhouel"

With a missing voice of emotion, Melfried said so.

"The militiamen would not have been allowed to resist the order. But just now, this man has been disqualified as a leader of the militia. From now on, follow my words as head of the Kingsguard."

"Don't be fooled! Put the knife down and they'll uproot you all the way to the clan!

Still tightly squeezed, it sways like a searcher for a destination.

That's when the door behind us suddenly opened and Jimon rolled into the room.

No, I didn't come in of my own free will. As Jimon fell from his back into the carpet, he began to spill a distressed voice as he twisted his body.

"Wow! Don't be so flashy, it's Donda-Lou! I was wondering if it was going to end like this!

It is Dan-Rutim.

And even Rudd-Lou and Dalm-Lou have stepped in with swords and swings in their hands.

"What, you didn't step out the window, it's Dan-Rutim"

Dan Rutim laughed again as Dari-Sautti questioned.

"The window in this room had an iron lattice on it! So you went up to the window in the next room first and let me interrupt you from there! Dick-Dom and the others are going to stop the soldiers under the window."

Then Dan-Rutim rubbed under his round nose.

"Still, it smells terrible! Convenience may be convenient, but the fruit of the Giva exclusion is unnecessary for Rutim's settlement!

I had driven myself completely out of consciousness, but apparently Dan-Rutim followed the scent of fruit excluding Giva to this room.

So perhaps Gazran-Rutim has rushed to signal the tone of the grass whistle blown.

Whatever - the female seemed to have decided.

Dan Rutim, Rudd Rudd, Darm Rudd, and Lau Ray stand on their hands as they burn the hunter's fire in both eyes. While only four, it was powerful and powerful enough to overwhelm the soldiers from thirty.

"... Drop your weapons and surrender. If you follow this word now, I promise you I will not punish you more than forbidden."

With such Melfrid words, the soldiers lowered their bows and arrows.

"You idiots!," said Silel, outraged.

Donda-Lou slapped his body to his feet.

Silhouel turns around like a dying toad.

"Like Mel Fried. I have something to ask you, Lord Genos's son."

Donda-Lou looked back at Melfried inadvertently.

"The sins of this man, Silhouel, became apparent on this occasion. But we still haven't figured out how sinful Cycleus is.... Do we have to treat this man as Lord Genos's agent in the future?

"... the sin of Silhouel became manifest. Sir Cycleus' sins will now be judged in the context of formal interrogation"

Melfried replied as he let his grey eyes glow cold.

"Until that interrogation is complete, it is the law of Genos that can be kept away from all official duties"

"I see. But there's a way for him to survive with all his sins on his brother."

"No, no, unless you are truly innocent, you should never fall into such a situation."

and - an unfamiliar voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

Rau-Ray, who was closest to the door, looks sharply outside the room.

"What are you guys? Were you still lurking your gestures?"

A new group dressed in white armor comes indoors with a creepy tranquility.

Occasionally Rudd-Lou and the others were also relative to their soldiers without alarm, but when they lined up dressed to block the exit, they stilled their movements perfectly with machine-like accuracy.

And - from the middle of that line, a long-sleeved man advances in unparalleled footsteps.

A man of magnificent age with long, pale brown hair. He has a conceited moustache and has a smooth and elegant physique.

He has a relaxed grin on the edge, dressed as a barrel foot coat on a jaguar-style collared torso that is not decorative but seems to be of good quality.

The outfit is jacquard, but the skin colour is yellowbrown and there is no doubt that it is a people of the west.

He was a young but prestigious aristocratic man, full of strength and confidence.

"Oh, you're hissing, Lord Wellhide. Since the wedding of Banaam's first son? Looking good, above all."

Wellhide, who looked blue and watched Donda-Lou and the others interact, droops his head like a hack.

From the soldiers who abandoned the bow and arrow, the groans of consternation were beginning to rise.

"I also ordered the martial officers on the table to place their swords. First of all, rest assured that none of my compatriots in the woods were injured."

Donda-Lou shrugged back that smile silently.

From my side, Camus gives a sobering voice.

"This is it. I never thought you, the inert, would get on your own feet."

"What are you talking about? Wasn't it he who made the Messenger tell you that he had received Lord Wellhide? If I did, I wouldn't be waiting for you."

And the person flew his gaze towards Cycleus, who was still being stabbed with a knife by Zida, before breathing small.

"I'm sorry to hear this happen, Sir Cycleus. As lord of Turan, you've been able to do better than that, so you're going to have a headache thinking about the future."

Cycleus slowly opens his eyelids as he is pressed against his body by a chair when he is on the throne.

Its blue-black face was almost earthy stained, and the soggy skin was slightly sweaty.

"... has my heavenly destiny been so far..."

"Right. After that, at my discretion, I'll let it go round, so don't worry, you'll wait for the interrogation."

"Hmm... I want you to listen carefully to how you're going to put it down."

It was Donda-Lou who said the words like that.

Everyone would have noticed who the person was already.

The person greeted Donda-Lou with a grin.

"Looks like you're one of the new chiefs by the woods. I guess it's my first job to connect you to the right edge. … In the name of Marquis Marquis Marstein, I apologize for my previous disrespect."

Visit a forest settlement, roughly eighty days--

I was finally set to welcome the most powerful man in Genos.

But that eye hasn't captured me yet.

It took a while longer for me to face this person from the front and exchange words and feelings.

Either way - the third meeting between Cycleus and the Forestside chiefs was thus to bring the curtain down in the midst of the commotion.