"-- So, the loop is fuzzy. Me, I've been murdered many times, and every time I do, I get fuzzy."
"Are you sure you're okay? You hit me in the face and your nose bent."
During the trip to the office I tried to talk to my brother about the loop. However, even if the fragmentary information obtained in the loop can be spoken of, trying to explain the loop itself somehow leaks from the mouth a voice that sounds like a "fugga" and a pig's nose, blocking the words that follow.
Even if not, this would be the effect of that monstrous contract I signed. Other than that, I can't think of a cause.
I can't say what I want to say, and I get more and more frustrated.
"Oh, well, well! So I thought it was the starting point of the loop, so we had the same night."
The lead guard walking in front is buffoo! and blew it out. As he was dragged by it, the other soldiers coughed up the geese, and each of them looked awkwardly toward the day after tomorrow.
Guh, humiliation. That contract shouldn't have been easy to sign.
My brother doesn't even laugh, "Wow," he looks like a heartbreaker.
"You, don't do it in front of your son-in-law if you're wrong. Stop imitating the miracle you grabbed in the corner."
"Miracles are rude. The Duke has been around for six years..."
This will be the office.
As I tried to tell him about the couple's enthusiastic taming, the leading soldier who was blowing up earlier stopped. The leading soldier opened the door, then looked at me and began to tremble as I wandered to indulge in laughter.
"Well, we'll be waiting in the hallway. Please, come inside."
The lead soldier says so painstakingly, even though he grabs everything.
Let's remember this guy's face. And let's not get involved with each other in the future as much as possible.
Once inside, Deacon Farrow was standing right beside the entrance. The deacon bowed his head when he noticed me and showed the back of the room with his gaze.
There was the Duke and a few magnificent leading soldiers, who somehow spread the paperwork and spoke in. The look on the Duke's face, unlike in the morning, is harsh. Further back, Mr. Riselle stood slowly smaller as he blended into the wallpaper pattern.
When Mr. Riselle has eyes with me, she meets with regret. The left cheek was red and swollen.
... I, too, kicked Mr. Risel in the face.
"Those are the marks of Master Crusade beating up Master Risel."
And Deacon Farrow whispers by my side.
"Huh. Did you have a fight here"
"Instead of a fight, Master Kruseld, who listened to Master Risel, became greatly angry, and the... unilaterally"
"The Duke..."
"Please don't touch on this topic, as I'm asking you to. Earlier, we had great difficulty forgiving Master Crusade."
"-- So, you're right. I need to talk to them now. I need you to go back to your quarters."
The story seems to have been separated, and the Duke tells the lead soldiers that.
At the same time, the Deacon walked away from me without sound and went back to the side of the door where he was.
The soldiers greet the duke and go out the door.
Inside the room were left the Duke and Mr. Risel, Deacon Farrow, and me and my brother.
"Cattleya"
The Duke puts the paperwork in his hand at his desk and walks over. And he took both my hands, and held them tight. Did Serenia do the same?
On a glance, the duke's right-hand back was slightly red and rubbed off.
Even if you're used to handling swords, you're probably not used to beating people up. When I was a kid, when Brother Tris and Brother Ed were having a mix-up fight, Brother Mor told me, "Be careful because when shit hits each other, you break bones in your hands."
In order to protect the Duke's hands, it would seem better to keep quiet about Mr. Risel's swelling of his face, as the Deacon put it.
There is no sympathy between those whose faces hurt, nor is there any sympathy for Mr. Risel.
"Riselle told me more. Really, what an apology to you. It's all my fault for allowing assassins to break into the castle. My lack of supervision has put you and Serenia at risk."
"No, it's not the Duke's fault."
I shake my head in a hurry.
Normally, I guess I'm a victim too, but after listening to Mr. Arge, I kind of didn't feel like the victim. My stomach, which was roaring for meat, is also temporarily quiet now.
The Duke, who apparently received my denial as tenderness, strengthened his power to hold hands and went on.
"I'm turning my use to your father. I will also consult with Lord Cyrus to decide on the future. But before that..."
The Duke took his hand off me and called him "Risel" small without looking back.
Mr. Risel, who stood like a stick in the corner of the room, reluctantly moves forward.
"I heard that you and your brother-in-law have only been given a fragmentary explanation of the details of the incident yet. You may be offended, but you are a party. I think we should listen to him."
"That's..."
Turn your eyes to Mr. Risel. He nodded his swollen face and said in an uncomfortable voice.
"How I was used in your assassination. I want to tell you how it happened."