"Hey, how's it going?"
"Well, the room's a little dark. And I can't breathe. Rachel, can't you even open the curtain?
"Really, let's tell Rachel from me"
"It's a beautiful day, Rachel, preparing tea for the terrace."
creepy and innocently laughing at Master Filmeria.
I wonder if Rachel is a samurai or a maid or something, I don't think such a person is here.
First of all, there are no curtains or even windows.
I wonder how old the hell she is, that face like a girl is straight to Her Majesty.
And then, as I gradually noticed, behind His Majesty… that is, my gaze shifted towards me and my father.
"Well, Victor, are you a customer? Say it quickly."
Lady Filmeria's face turned to me and then immediately moved to her father, stopping.
Sauce-eyed eyes opened and his mouth trembled.
"... you are"
When I looked at the father next door, I had a father who shot straight through Master Filmeria with vain eyes like I'd never seen before.
If I had a sword, I would haunt an atmosphere that would be slashed right now, and I wouldn't even blink.
I heard a blunt noise from my lips tied to one letter.
"You've come to see me."
"... I'm sorry, I'm not staying sane anymore"
His Majesty tells him with an obviously murderous look on his father's face.
I'm not keeping it sane... I see that Master Filmelia, who innocently changes his face and face, was disgustingly heterogeneous and creepy in this dungeon.
Normally it also looks as if he understands the words and has a conversation, but yeah, is this guy insane anymore...
I kept aiming for your sister's life, that person.
"Alba"
"Don't call my name by its filthy mouth, the bug runs"
Did you get the words of a father who conceived a low voice and obvious, rolling anger, or not, Master Filmelia is a "prince" with a girlish look on her face, because she's a "I love you" squealer?
My walk naturally dropped to disgust.
"Altenrich, I'll tell you the truth you wanted to know."
Potatoes and fluid fell from his left hand wrapped in his father's gloves, staring at a point with unreadable precipitated eyes of emotion.
Make a pompous noise as if you've cut a seal. That's what the hell it is.
The colour is not obvious, but the nostrils smell like iron.
To be honest, I looked up to His Majesty, who made a low voice, unable to hide the upset.
Is the shady look illuminated by orange light from below due to the atmosphere or not?
The dry cut throat could not emit a sound, instead it sounded gobbling and swallowing the air.
"Eleven years ago, Filmelia... my mother was driven by jealousy and killed your parents and relatives, and set fire to the Hardist mansion.
It was at your birthday party. Five people, including Mr and Mrs Hardist and Mrs Setisilla, became the ones who did not return.
It seems that only you, then 5, were found under Mrs. Seticilla's wreckage in a state of breath.
I hear it was as if Madame had taken refuge.
Coincidentally, Alvernon had gone up to the castle, and Miss Altostella had arrived late to educate the queen, so she gained nothing.
Well, now that I think about it, I doubt it was a coincidence. "
"... Huh?
Mrs. Seticilla is the name of her sister's mother.
I mean, it's my father's wife.
Was she, with my parents, dead?
Is that to protect me?
Looks like blood's coming out of your body.
In a terrible weakness, I managed to turn my face to my father.
But all he still does is stare into the void, just the sound of liquid dripping on a shiny, hard floor.
"At the time, this was considered an unfortunate accident.
Said it was due to an unfortunate fire. It was handled unnaturally quickly as an accident.
I've been doing that for a long time.
The truth was revealed only after Elle left the royal family.
I hear Elle was secretly looking into Filmeria's aftermath while confronting her.
In time, El and Alvernon combined with a cooperative relationship.
Looks like Elle was moving instead of Alvernon, who can't even get close to his land.
Filmeria's supposed to be the mastermind, but, well, that's something several nobles were involved in.
There are people who don't care that the rural aristocracy of that peripheral land is becoming more and more connected to the Duke of Rufus' house.
If those aristocrats were involved, I would have liked to have ended it in an accident.
"... so you think I'm cursed?
"Right, for several reasons.
The first is that the lord has changed three times since that fire, but all of that has caused some misfortune and the lord is dead.
This is really just a coincidence... no, maybe that's what the assumption of a curse does...
Well, most humans think this is why they're cursed.
Secondly, I know some nobles, and when it comes to Hardists, they can look at troublesome nobles.
And the third, but even more so, some of them learn to touch the wrath of the Duke of Rufus family when they approach Hardist cheaply.
Wouldn't you? and His Majesty turned his gaze to his father, but his father did not make it slight.
The sound of jarring and heavy metal dragging off when Filmelia screams about the rupture at the tip of her slightly dimmed gaze.
I looked at it with a pitiful blur, then at His Majesty and shifted my gaze to my father again.
"So, gradually, the pus of the aristocratic society went out. He slowly punished and executed all the nobles involved, so that they could not be suspected, and caused him all kinds of trouble. And twitched away the inconvenient ones.
I made the situation convenient.
All that remains is the used bait, Filmeria. "
"So? Does Your Majesty want us to take revenge and sell favors?"
It was a surprisingly flat and cold voice.
His father said so, slowly turning his gaze towards His Majesty.
I closed my mouth open again in the eyes of a burning fire that seemed backward. [M]
Is that what the royal family is saying?
Does it intend to shackle the House of One Duke, which has so much momentum after the Royal Family?
If the house of the Duke of Rufus gets in the way of anything, if you put on the table the sin of killing the queen, you will easily crush it no matter how much the house of the Duke of Rufus.
Towing and, insurance.
So you purposefully pulled out not only my father, the Duke, but even my immature self?
He's going to give me the truth and make my parents hate me.