Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

After noon.

A carriage of Estella and Lucia arrives at the Lords' Hall of District XXIX.

Standing in front of the Lord so that the two foremen are alert, they step into the hall with cautious footsteps.

Continue down the hallway to the conference room, where the Lords of the 'BU' are crowded as before.

There are already seven lords in the conference room, silently looking at Estella and Lucia who came in.

Tracy and Donnis are also present as lords on the 'BU' side. That's the lord. It stands somewhere.

My heart, Nene seems nervous too, but the butler at Donnis's looks calm. Around it would be differences in experience, differences in qualities.

Estella and Lucia take their seats and Natalia and Gilberta lean behind them.

Both staring at each other.

The indoor air strains.

"Well done. This one has no intention of wasting time or reason to have to do so again. Therefore, only circulars shall be given promptly and this meeting shall be terminated"

"Objection."

By way of example, Lucia bounces back the words of Geraldsey, Lord of the Twenty-ninth arrondissement, pressed in a unilaterally toned voice.

"There's no reason to honestly listen to your requests."

"Then don't forget that you are in a position to be judged. We need to know the damage and suffering we have suffered and remind our liver that we must give adequate reflection and compensation"

"If you're going to unilaterally impose sanctions without even listening to this one, it's nothing more than aggression. You think we'll just shut up and obey?

"In that case, then the district would be isolated from Allbloom, and any logistics would be interrupted, forcing them to be prepared to push on to annihilation. I repeat, this has already been decided. Then you just need to shut up and be strongly aware that you are in a position to listen to this."

What a whimsical rhetoric, Geraldsey continues her words pale.

As if you were reading the prepared text.

In fact, I guess I'm just reading the prepared text.

There are several patterns, and they are complaining about the decisions along the way.

When we met in front of District XXIV Church, he didn't talk like this.

'The Young Men in Shapes', who had come to interview Marul's mansion, was doing the same thing as Geraldsey does today.

In other words, it is assumed that they will be disproved, and on top of that they are set up to seal off the opponent's objections. From the beginning.

So, if this one goes hard, it's also going to impose further sanctions in accordance with the determined method and continue to exert prolonged nasty pressure until it succumbs.

Until this one turns up the sound and says he'll pay the compensation. Forever.

Most importantly, it is a dangerous method of warfare that can only be applied if the opponent falls within the scope of his imagination.

There is a bandwagon effect.

People assume the most supportive of several options is the right one.

Even if I think I'm obviously wrong, I somehow wonder if I'm wrong when I say that everyone but myself isn't. Humans have the habit of trying to fit their surroundings unconsciously.

The way 'BU' is done is precisely nothing more than pressure utilizing its bandwagon effect.

One-on-seven, they take you into the other territory and accuse you of "you're bad".

In doing so, humans are weak-minded creatures who think, "Maybe I'm really bad."

But.

It's the two of us this time.

Besides, one is Lucia with hair on her heart, and the other - Estella I kept in wisdom.

"So, negotiations are about breaking down,"

Estella takes a seat like I said, 'I'll do it'.

"Wait! Where are you going!?

A rushed Geraldsey roughs up his voice.

What... you've already crossed the line of expectations?

Your tone is back.

Still to come.

"If this is not the place for discussion, there is no point in staying here. We are under unreasonable suspicion and are currently being unjustly repressed. This is nothing more than a flagrant violation of the 'right to live freely' recognized by the Spirit Church. We will not abandon all possibilities, including filing an appeal with the presiding court, and we will decide what to do about this."

"Are you sure?

Geraldsey's voice returns to its original tone.

I'm guessing the filing of a complaint with the Superior Court falls within their purview.

"The presiding court does not take into account the sentiments and circumstances of individuals. It is the place to give an absolute proof and a fair trial by reason. If we're going out there, let's do our best to prove our legitimacy. I already have that ready. If you file a lawsuit, you will experience unparalleled humiliation and misery in that lifetime."

Estella stares silently at Geraldsey.

And.

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hmm!?

Estella says it with a refreshing smile.

At the same time, Geraldsey stands up with her face drawn together.

Seeing such interaction, Lucia opened her mouth and laughed out.

"Ha ha! I thought you started, Estella."

"Shut up! Isn't that too disrespectful, Claremona! You know where this place is!?

"Where the trap was laid to plunge us as muscled...... right?

"... what... you say?

Geraldsey gets stuck in words.

Maybe I was confused by what they told me to do as I muscled.

"You're looking at our reactions, and you're choosing the right one out of a few stereotypes, right?

"Based on what..."

"That objection was also prepared not to be caught in the judgment of the Spirit."

"That's not true," that would be a clear lie.

So choose the phrase "based on what are you saying that about". This is just a question.

Without lying, it's a word that can make the other person think it's a "misunderstanding".

Geraldsey is easy to understand because tones of tone and voice change when reading prepared texts.

Estella also seems to be aware of the change, with a discernment as to whether it is Geraldsey's words or the line as the scenario suggests.

Maybe I just noticed because I taught him.

"He doesn't usually speak the same tone as a Lords' meeting."

"If you're trying to get into a trap, you're clear enemies. Let me take care of it."

Calmly, extremely clearly, Estella declares war.

Inside, I know you're a heart buck, but that little guy...

But a clear statement of intent that this declaration of war - and that's all the objection - will become important later.

It needs to look grand.

"The Lord of Smiles" is called by a licked name, not for Sweet Estella.

"Then we need to understand clearly that there will be enormous damage!

"Why is it... 'devastating damage' and not made explicit?

"... cum"

Geraldsey's face is distorted.

You look like you drank a bitter smoothie.

You can't possibly say that. I can't say for sure.

I assure you, if no great harm was done, it would be out in The Spirit's Judgement.

Or, a great deal of damage - not a little or softly, but devastating damage that would surely hunt down District 42 - give it something like that, which is nothing more than an act of aggression from 'BU'.

The words can no longer be excused the moment they are spoken, and there is no escape route.

So, "I need to", "I need to", but I can only throw up high-pressure, abstract, yarnless words.

I'm finding out, de third-rate.

You guys can't do anything unless you're numbered.

And in order to be numbered, someone has to head that 'number'.

Leading the herd is not as easy as it sounds.

At least according to the legend, he who can only take Theory Street's methods of warfare always puts out a blur. If only we were in the kind of situation that would demand an add-on.

Gerracy got stuck in words with Estella's slightest objection.

How long will those lords who have both one and two habits recognise him as a 'leader' and follow him until the survival of my district?... you must be anxious, Geraldsey?

Werewolf, Werewolf...................................................

- And when I saw Estella, who was supposed to be in the advantage... she was starting to soften up.

Stay dignified. It's in the shape you pushed it into now.

Don't look around the flicker. How much? Because you've said everything I've told you. Try to respond with some adrift... not at all. I don't know what to do with you.

Well, then, well... about time.

Well.

If you ask me why I can even speak as if I were looking at the inside of a Lords' meeting that I haven't even been called upon to... of course, because I was looking.

Sneak in, in the privileged seat.

Conference room where the Lords meeting is taking place.

There are currently as many as nine lords gathered there.

Naturally the security has been reinforced and the soldiers in the 29th arrondissement have been scratched here in the Lords' Hall.

He also lets private soldiers out of the nobles in the district.

That's one of the rules within 'BU'.

In order to protect the lords of the districts, security must be fully secured during the Lords' meetings. - Although that is one of the reasons why 'BU' representatives are repelled.

Well, every time something happens, it's a hundred million hijackings that need to be so grueling ready. It costs money, and I usually neglect to work.

And with more numbers - intruders are easy to dive into.

Standing in front of the conference room door, one of the soldiers, who was monitoring the intrusion of outsiders and whether the two invited lords acted strangely, removes his helmet in large measure.

From underneath, he was so handsome that his eyes were dazzling.

The name is Obayashiro.

"If the negotiations are broken, the talks are over. Let's get this over with."

"Become!? Why are you here?

In my appearance, the face of "BU" is making a scene.

"Claremona, what do you mean! Don't be rude!

"Well, what is it?

"Don't be silly! I should have given you a clear signal, don't bring outsiders!

Geraldsey pointing at me and explicitly saying 'outsiders'.

But Estella leans her little neck in a calm manner.

"Was I?

"You!

Geraldsey takes an angry step and at the same time slides her body in front of Estella so that Natalia can shelter her.

Sensing Natalia's movements, the silver-haired superintendent over there quietly suppresses Geraldsey's behavior.

Both staring at each other.

But the eyes of the soldiers lined up on one side of the wall are staring at us.

Things are bad. But in the end, we win.

"Hey, Estella. Tell him. I even forgot the text that I wrote, to that lord Mr. Uccari - the exact text that was written in the letter."

Between the two of them in a stiff state, I interrupt the words.

Geraldsey's gaze turned to me, and immediately after that Estella opened her mouth.

"Right. Fine.... Kohon"

and so on, and take the letter sent by Geraldsey and read it.

"This is what the letter said - 'No entry to the Lords' Hall except for those with invitations'."

"That's right! Isn't that what it says! And yet why is this man..."

So Geraldsey's words stop.

You must have noticed an object that I was pinching in my fingers and flickering with.

The object, yes, is an invitation.

"If it's an invitation, I have one, too. So you can get in here."

"... what?

If I don't know what the heart means, I'll explain it so that the other six lords can see it, including Geraldsey, which is clearly written on his face.

"This is an invitation sent to me yesterday. Undisputed, authentic."

"I don't remember giving you anything like that."

"Of course, you will. It's not an invitation from you."

The interior is squirming.

Finally, it's like the air you're worried I might have gone crazy.

"Hey, what are you talking about, that guy?

"Are you all right?

I hear such a whisper.

"I mean, did you fabricate an invitation in your body in pain and dive into my hall in disgrace? Shame on you!

Geraldsey's anger was directed at Estella.

I guess I turned to accusations that such manipulation was carried out at the Lord's discretion...

"Mr. Aylin. Words of unfair accusations against my Lord based on facts that may not be...... let us not forget"

Natalia tells in a murderous voice.

Yes. Estella didn't do that.

"If it's an invitation from Estella, it would be good to go to Estella. Don't bother coming to the 29th arrondissement."

"Then why are you here!?

The incomprehensible Gellarsee begins to turn hostility to all suspicious figures.

Stare at Tracy, stare at Donnis, and explore for any response.

Other lords are turning their gaze to each of them.

"What? If you have something to say, why don't you be clear!

Princess Ecstasy barks.

How many good Tracy, the responsible nobleman who keeps the twenty-seventh district. You can't cry and fall asleep under accusations for unspeakable sins, beyond being in the position of lord. Leaving it alone would mean that District 27 itself was disparaged.

Even for the sake of the inhabitants of our own district, we are in a position where we must clearly disprove and properly apologize for the disrespect we have received.

That's the same for Donis, of course.

"One by one, why don't we talk about it? Let's start with that, shall we? Talk to me one-on-one, would that be equal?

I am willing to kill until I meet the lord of the 25th arrondissement next door.

I don't think I've ever been caught staring at that sharp gaze. "No, that's what I'm going to do..." began Lord XXV to cloud his words out of sight.

So I'm very obvious and I'll give you some very nice information.

"I came to District 29 because I was invited to come to District 29, right?

In one of my words, the Lords' gaze turns to Geraldsey.

As far as the lords of the twenty-fifth arrondissement were concerned, they turned their faces to Geraldsey with tremendous momentum as they turned away from Donnis only with the ship on the crossing.

After all, I guess "everyone's doing it" is more reassuring.

So, Gellarsee, who gathered his gaze...

"You… If you want to keep coming out any further, I will call the Spirit's Judgement!

He shouted at me like he was going to turn his gaze on me on the spot so he could push all the blame on me.

In contrast, I... lifted the corner of my mouth and smiled slightly.

Donnis, Lucia, and with a degree of slightness you would notice if you were as sharp as Estella.

"Try it."

Open your hands and invite Geraldsey.

"The Judgement of the Spirit," call me.

But when they say that, it's the people in this city who shut up.

Geraldsey was openly confused and did not activate The Judgement of the Spirit.

"Is that supposed to mean you trust me?

"... give me an explanation"

"I don't mind explaining, but can you trust what I'm saying? I don't want you to waste your time talking about explanations you won't even believe from the end. I need you to promise me that you will trust what you have to say at the very least..."

"Just give me an explanation!

With a heart that wants to clear up the suspicions placed on itself, Geraldsey hurries for results.

As leader of the 'BU', as facilitator of the talks, distrust from the participants is deadly.

You must have understood that the glance of suspicion directed at you only grew stronger when I was lazy.

So I rushed to a conclusion.

"... is that supposed to mean you believe my words?

Just as this one thinks.

"... ah"

Geraldsey with a short, very short word.

Don't even know that strangles you.

"The other lords, that's all right, right?

"You, this period has not yet... Huh!

"You're not postponing it. Think about it..."

Walk slowly, approaching in front of Geraldsey.

The foreman of the silver-haired e-cup is letting me interrupt my body and stop me from moving. I feel bizzy about the intimidation that my body hasn't touched me, but I won't condone it if I stay one step closer.

So stop on the spot and turn your gaze over to Geraldsey.

"If I told you that you were the only one who trusted me, this is what other lords would think - 'Aren't they connected behind them?'..."

"Become!?

Aggressively, Gerasey turns her gaze to the other lords.

To the right and to the left, I moved my gaze in a hurry. It seems as if it is a wolf… It gives the impression to others that my words are true.

The human brain is very simple and unaccommodating.

No matter how "what just happened is a lie" and "there's no such fact," I can't erase the suspicion of "saying something like that" to the first impactful line I heard.

You're just as scared of sleeping alone the night you heard the scary story.

No matter how much you say, "That's not true," or "There can't be a ghost," your brain won't forget your fear. As persistent as it is.

"So believe me, other lords, about me. After this, all you have to do is say what you say in this place."

I look at each person's eyes, in turn.

Nobody says anything.

Donnis and Tracey had complicated eyes, saying something.

"Nobody says anything..."

Then I can't talk... when I brewed a targeted air, Geraldsey gave me a rushed look for a moment. There, throw in another suggestion.

"Then we'll decide by majority"

The Seven Lords of "BU" will all have a pompous look.

Like a pigeon ate a bean cannon, that's exactly what this is about.

"" Whether you believe me or not, "it's hard to agree, isn't it? So, what do you say, 'For now, you can trust me if it's just in this place'?

I entrust such a proposal to Geraldsey.

Come on, decide. Judge.

Conclude as the representative of 'BU' - you, alone.

"Fine."

'I decided to vote by majority', 'without a majority' Geraldsey.

Here I am, again with a slight grin.

You noticed my laugh, Geraldsey hurries to add words.

"Regardless, if anyone is dissatisfied, I would also like to decide that by majority vote. The dissatisfied want to make a statement."

But no one will be dissatisfied in this situation.

If you don't like it, you just have to vote against it by majority.

"I don't trust Oobayashiro," he said.... but you won't be able to do that either.

"... you don't seem to have any objections. So, again - raise your hand if you think you can trust that man's statement only to this place today!

Zah... and four arms up.

Geraldsey, Donnis, Tracy, and Lords of the Twenty-Fifth District who want to escape Donnis with all their heart.

I agree with the majority.

"Surely the majority vote for 'BU' is absolute, isn't it? So you're saying the three lords who didn't raise their hands now will trust my statement, too?

"It's tough."

That's right.

I need to keep an eye out for how long, you guys are gonna make a scene later.

"Talk fast!

Geraldsey can't help but want to know.

No, I can't help but let you know. The truth. That I am not at fault. That there is no connection in the back.

The silver-haired foreman drops, and I, standing in front of the Seven Lords, slowly start talking.

First, about the person who sent out the invitation.

"This is an invitation sent by a nobleman, who is in District 29." I want to talk to you, so I want you to come. "

Open the invitation you sent me.

Make sure the sender's name is clearly visible.

"Marul Aylin. That's the guy who sent it."

"... sister"

Geraldsey bit his lips, the other lords frowned and Donis closed his eyelids softly.

Donnis is the only one who can't read what he's thinking, but the reaction of the others is almost as imaginary.

In earlier interactions, the Lords, whose suspicions are engraved in their brains: 'Isn't it me and Geraldsey connected behind it', should now be thinking this.

"Again?".

However, I am thinking only Geraldsey, who stands differently from the other Lords, is different.

'Look, I'm innocent,' he said.

That's why...

"Totally. Something troublesome on my sister too! Don't tell me, imitate such an unsolicited... Well, I haven't let you know one thing about this story because of poor people who have been driven into seclusion and can no longer say anything about our home. That's what got me in the back. I don't know if you understand the situation in which our district is currently located... but there's nothing wrong with that."

- That's what makes it sound like an excuse, Pepper.

He is meant to be a winner, but man has the nature to try to see what he wants to see.

A fish called Ankou has a slightly unusual way of twitching. I'm gonna hang it in my appliance, and I'm gonna put a ton of water in my belly, and I'm gonna hang it.

If Ginette hadn't stumbled on Ankou, she'd be impressed.

But you'd be disgusted if Osama, like Asunt and Usse, had done it with no credit for cooking or not being able to do it, "Don't play with the food," he said.

People's brains are preconceptions and assumptions, creatures that actually twist and bend the truth that's going on in front of them.

The word, which Geraldsey, believing in his innocence and not questioning, proudly appealed to him to prove his innocence, appears in the eyes of those who doubt, 'an ugly appearance of desperate repetition of excuses'.

Now, where suspicion is gathering about Geraldsey, shall we strike a further chase?

"Marul Aylin has been haunted by stalkers for the past few days."

"You think it's stalking?

It was Donnis who raised his voice.

I guess I asked because I was the one who made the statement. I wouldn't have made that mistake before, but you must have gotten used to me in the 'feast' seat. It was accidental.

He is rushing to make a clear face. Instead of following me, I'll go through and move on.

"Ah. Looks like a suspicious person has been wandering around near Marul Aylin's house the last few days. He also said he felt an unpleasant gaze, as if he was being watched."

To put it that far, the Lords seem to have made a point.

As Marul himself said, Marul, who is easy (supposedly) to give, had surveillance. Don't do anything unnecessary.

I mistook that for a stalker... and they would have assumed it. Actually, that's not true, but it's true that he was being watched. I'm not lying.

"So I thought I wanted someone to provide protection to a man who was going to depend on me. But Marul Aylin didn't have a man he could count on at times like this. I was more afraid to borrow soldiers from the nobles in District 29 than I knew who the stalker was."

In fact, Marul's testimony that he can't be relied upon creates credibility because it was the soldiers at Geraldsey's who were watching him. - Only, among the lords.

"Marul thought he couldn't rely on Geraldsey, even though he didn't know it was the soldier at Geraldsey's place he was watching?" What a detail no one comes into.

The human head has a strong tendency to assume that the facts known to him and to several other human beings should naturally be known also by third parties. It's a well-known misidentification.

More than that.

Now the suspicion that 'Geraldsey's sister drew in Oobayashiro' should be greater.

"So I was hired as a temporary private soldier in a known relationship."

Someone leaked a sigh.

I can clearly feel the irritation, a heavy sigh.

I'm not the one whose frustration is being directed. It's Geraldsey.

as the body of those who drew trouble into it.

No... as a mastermind making me make a roundabout excuse, maybe.

I'll accelerate the flow.

Doubt swells up as soon as you just smell further suspicion.

"But thanks for the help. No matter how many invitations you have, all of a sudden you come to this hall and say, 'Let me in,' you're gonna get paid up front by that silver-haired e-cup over there, right?

The foreman, who was moving behind Geraldsey, stares at me with his chest hidden.

You have shame. Even with a face like Nobu.

Coincidentally, you were told to give up private soldiers to the nobles in District 29.

The Lords see Geraldsey in unison.

Everyone has a raised eyebrow. Some of the old men are messing with their lips.

"So as a private soldier in Marul Aylin's hall, I was driven out by security here. When I introduced myself," I've met multiple lords and interacted with them more than once, "he deployed me to this room, and your men did."

Private soldiers who come to guard the building are borrowed from nobles. It doesn't even take place like a background check. None of the noblemen send anyone to do the scandal, normally.

So with a letter of reference from the nobleman, I can pass that silver-haired foreman's check.

It is up to his men to decide on the placement of dozens of soldiers.

The paying superintendent must devote all his efforts to preparing to welcome the lord, so he checks the paperwork and leaves the rest to his men. That's the usual way - and Murr taught me. You were right.

In fact, I have knowledge of Tracy with Donnis and all the lords from District 42 to District 35, and I've talked to her straight away and even taken her to business. Trustworthiness is thick. Hey, Estella?

There was no problem getting called to the "Judgement of the Spirit". I guess I would have liked that spare time. My words were trusted and added to the security of this room.

I'm not blessed with my physique, so say something about wearing a frivolous helmet that hides most of my face.

"With all that coincidence, I was lucky enough to come to this place. Neither did the letter say 'when' or 'from whom', and you can get in here as long as you have an 'invitation'. All the circumstances led me here. Yeah, yeah. You were so lucky, me."

When coincidences overlap, people have doubts.

Again, suspicion swells up as soon as you just smell further suspicion.

Getting it, people tend to think they're "better than anyone else".

If you're a race like a lord, especially.

So all of you sharp 'deadbeat lords' noticeably find a slight grin full of 'unexpected leaks' that floated in the guise of my insignificance, "You don't think I've found out? You idiot, I'm the only one who knows! is directed to the thought."

Let me tell you one thing. No race is more prone to scam than the highly conscious' deadbeat person 'who thinks' he's the only one who can't be fooled '.

I mean, there are only my ducks here.

Thinking about the lords' moods along chronological lines will make it easy to understand the flow of their thoughts.

In opening this meeting, the Lords of 'BU', with the exception of Donis and Tracy, were convinced that they were in an absolute advantage.

Anyway, the opponent is the lord of the outer periphery. Lucia is an unafraid opponent, but the other is a pacifist new American lord known as the 'Lord of Smiles' and so on. Besides, she's a young woman. I have no reason to lose.

But if you open the lid, Estella will show a high-pressure attitude as if she wants to move on to exercising her strengths by cutting the talks. That too, in such a way as to truncate 'BU' opinions exactly as if they did not have it from the beginning, such as room for discussion.

And I got wolfed, Geraldsey.

Leader agitation infects the Lords of One-Lotus Trustees. "Are you okay, this guy? Don't you have a chance?".

Coming there, the troublesome 'the man', who was at the heart of a series of disturbances, appeared to the meeting place.

Though he purposefully set up a lookout at the precinct to get rid of it and even let the letter monitor him.

If you ask me why, Geraldsey is kind of frigid.

... Could it be that District XXIX is trying to frame us?

And that's how you think.

Anyway, I'm "better than anyone else," so things can't happen that go beyond my imagination, and there's no way they can work behind me. Because "I am better than anyone else".

If something happened that did not reach my mind...... it was because it was behind it that the cowardly interaction took place. There's a nasty back deal, not fair.

That's the easiest way to justify yourself.

This is often the case with the thought circuits of the people who keep writing comments disparaging someone they don't like in their online neighborhood.

I am absolutely right, I have gained legitimacy, I am in a position of superiority, and it cannot be shaken.

Then why am I feeling so anxious right now... because someone is trying to put me on............... who is that?

Is that you?...... holy shit.

Even though you just wanted to impose sanctions, you also backtracked the fact that you temporarily interrupted your contact with Zone 42 on the grounds that the distribution of the solamame had accelerated.

Such a trivial connection can be definitive evidence for those caught up in conspiracy theory.

Geraldsey, can I tell you one thing?

Now, in this situation, the more I overlap words... the more frigid those words are, who do you think loses credibility?

It's you, huh?

People are more alert and dislike traitors pretending to be allies than obvious enemies.

... Oh, my God, I knew it would be a shame to tell you. Let's not.

So feel free.

The suspicion that can be directed at him is on his skin.

"But that's it. Exactly, 'Safe because it doesn't say who invited you, because you have an invitation that doesn't matter' is impossible to think about in common sense."

I dare you to raise the issue of dissatisfaction that everyone on the spot would think.

And, dare I direct you there for your convenience.

"So wow, can I stay here after this - no majority vote?

That will ensure...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Geraldsey 'Just'.

"That's right. Exactly! If you're conscious, shouldn't you just quit?"

"I personally don't want to leave. But if the lords want to leave, if it's decided by a majority, I think I can follow suit."

"Shit... make it go to a lot of trouble"

Geraldsey wants me out of here as soon as possible.

And I haven't come to the content of the doubts other lords have about themselves.

I can't believe they think I'm the 'mastermind that drew Oobayashiro in'.

"Then everyone would like to take a majority vote again"

So I decide too 'as I did earlier' and 'to adopt a majority' in haste for a solution, 'without adopting a majority'.

Without realizing that arbitrariness would buy you an unhappiness.

"Raise your hand if you don't think anyone who doesn't fit into this place with the crappy reasoning that it doesn't say anything about the details of the invitation..."

"Enough!

It was the lord of the twenty-third arrondissement who shouted.

I'm not as old as Donnis, but I'm appropriately old. He's a middle-aged man who looks just as good as DeMily.

"A farce."

Short - a clear word of rejection.

Geraldsey can't hide her confusion in the words.

Speaking of District XXIII, it is the district adjacent to District XXX that earns the most transit taxes. The right to speak within the 'BU' would naturally also be significant.

The lord is clearly angry.

And the lords around you don't even try to conceal their grumpy faces in tune.

The enemy is in front of us. Even though it's a chance to kick that enemy out, he was shot in the back - but you think Geraldsey is.

But.

An obvious enemy purposefully tries to get into the subtlemen and lightly asks them, in return, "If you're in the way, why don't we leave?" If I said anything, you... that would be suspicious. "I guess there's something behind it anyway," he said.

That pops up the word "farce," too, Geraldsey.

The only thing you haven't noticed is you.

'Cause you're the only one who knows the truth.

You didn't pull me into this hall. I know the only truth about it. Absolutely reliable information, 'I didn't do it'.

But, you know, that 'I didn't do it' is why others don't trust me the most.

The temperature difference created this situation.

Hey, it's really refreshing.

If you decide to get this far, you feel just fine.

Geraldsey, do you feel that?

The harsh air you're feeling right now. Intimidation. Uncomfortable.

That's...

It's an air of despair that the discredited taste.

You really cracked me up, on my digging pit.

But this is just the preparation stage.

Come on, let's get started - we'll decide everything, we'll have a majority.