Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

Warren, Imperial Chancellor of Grawior, who, as usual, was performing his duties in an annex (physically and spiritually) away from the Royal Palace, twisted his nervous eyebrows in the footsteps of servants rushing down the hallway and in the loving atmosphere surrounding the entire mansion.

I am always alone when the other person is beside me during my errand, but I just can't wait to ring the call (linked to the secretary's call that I refrain from in the next room with a magic prop) that is placed in the corner of the desk.

Heading to the secretary, who immediately flew in, Warren asked to roar.

"What is this noise?!"

"That's the thing... My two daughters are coming and asking questions in front of the gate to meet His Excellency..."

I stare at the secretary who answers in such a way that it is difficult to say.

"What is that? Do you have an appointment?

"No. On the contrary, one daughter looks like an animal man..."

The word 'beast man' came to mind about the recently terminated Cles Free Allies' smugglers.

At the same time, he continued to recall that only representatives of the people, whose lives and deaths were unknown, threw out the self-proclaimed freelance assassin who entrusted him with the task - a man who seemed to think that the reality would be a double spy of the Holy King.

Perhaps a bouncer beast man has pushed them to check their safety... and it's inexplicable that they're two, that's just their daughter, or maybe they're simply family members who have come worried about their bodies.

"Crap. Drive them back now. Can you do a job for a child like that?

"Also, I'm sorry. It's just that my other daughter is obviously noble because of her personal status, and she seems to be at a loss whether to imitate it by hand or not."

I had a bad feeling about the word 'noble' for some reason, and suddenly the presence of an assassin who was gone was felt big, but on the surface I heard it back flat.

"Do you have a name?

"No, even if you ask, you just get an unexplained answer that says, 'It's better for each other if you don't know'."

"I don't even need to meet someone with a name. I don't mind imitating it somewhat rough. Pick it up now."

"Ha. Okay."

Looking behind the secretary who leaves the room in a hurry, he says, "Can't you even make this degree of judgment? incompetence!" he holds back from screaming episodically.

This country that makes it is rotten. Because even the bureaucrats in charge of the country's centre - naturally, they are aristocrats - are to this extent.

Those who believe that blood is all about human qualities, and that is why they are born to be superior, and who cannot take a step from it.

Reform is still needed. To do this, we cannot afford to carefully prepare ourselves, hand wrap, and neglect the time and hand clearance to remove the rotten affected area at once.

So determined anew, I worked on the next paperwork - a few minutes later, I forgot about the earlier noise, and the office door was blown out of the hallway.

"Nah!?"

Just when I changed my complexion and stood up, from beyond the broken door, a little shadow appeared.

"Nervous looking middle-aged, eagle nose, badly eyed, ash blonde...... oh, sounds pretty sure here. Suddenly, I'm sorry to bother you."

A girl came in with a satisfied face, pointing and counting Warren's characteristics.

Age is about 12-13 years old. A girl of frozen beauty with long dark hair that reaches down to her waist and scarlet eyes.

Warren glanced at her with amazement, dressed in a luxurious black dress with a stunning red rose costume.

"of the Crimson Empire Imperial Crimson -!? Stupid, why here?!"

"Oh, my God. I'm a little bit of a BBQ tourist."

Scarlet snow shrugging her shoulders deliberately.

Warren, who swallowed the sawdust and spit, nevertheless repaired a calm face on the surface and lowered his back again to the chair.

"What can I do for that tourist? Hate and I think this place is off the tourist course."

"Mm-hmm. Well, as a matter of fact, there's a searcher. I've been thinking about asking where that went, but I guess I could have served more or less my purpose along the way. The secretary just gave me the information I needed."

Warren asks back in an eagle attitude, cursing the secretary's man in the heart.

"Were you also tortured?

"Ma-sa! The people who get in the way - well, they can't help but rule it out because that's their job too, but on the warning… instead of 'disappeared in an unfortunate accident'? - So I hoped to pick it up, and in his case, he saw it, and he peppered himself without having to use the Devil's Eye (Evil Eye). Yeah, you got away with most of the rest of the staff.... No, you're not liked by the people who make you."

Warren disproves in frustration at the scarlet snow in a tone that seems to be genuinely sympathetic.

"I don't do my job because I like it or not. It would not make sense for those in a position to direct and supervise those scraps to meet. Horns on the rabbit, if it served your purpose, would you like to go home?

"Well, I guess the parent of the scraps is the scraps after all? - Well, I hope you don't mind if I say it because I'm a different person, but I'll thank you for cheating on our people."

"... are you going to kill me? There's gonna be a world war between your country, your empire, your holy kingdom, right?

"That's where I don't want to do something on my own, but it's over. - Oh, I'm not gonna kill you, because I'm a pacifist. Well, I hate it if it's not a convenient peace."

Continue gently shrugging your shoulders to mock yourself.

"That's why I'll put up with about two to three hundred shots. - Asmina, what are you gonna do?

In response to that word, a girl appeared from the hallway side in a beastly ethnic costume.

"My brother-in-law Levan is my enemy, so I'm not tired of tearing him apart..."

"- Mm-hmm. So do you want to tear it to pieces?

Scarlet Snow says lightly with the feeling of adding one dish to your dinner shopping.

"No, I don't have time for this. I think we should just break it down and leave it alone for the exposed."

"Leaving you exposed... then hang naked in front of the main gate or upside down?

"Oh, that's good. Perfect if you permanently remove hair all over your body, stick 'small' in your groin, and stick an 'O' in your lower body to make a man regret being born."

"... what are you talking about?"

I can't forbid a lot of sympathy just for the last one, and even the blur doesn't seem to stop me at all.

Before such a demon that looked like two girls talking in a light nori, Warren fought with the understanding that everything he had built up to this day was about to collapse from his feet with a rag.

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Afterwards, after a job, I wiped a perfectly refreshing sweat, and Bok and Asmina headed towards the palace with Daimon on my back - listening to Daimon's noise and walking backwards with the flow of people because the high-profile people make a big push was a bit bone - but honestly, I was disappointed that there had been no noticeable progress on Levan's whereabouts.

I thought I might have grabbed something from the Chancellor, but even here it was practically empty - well, I personally sanctioned you on half an eight - and when this happens, I'm going to have to believe Asmina's account and get into the royal palace, but it's pretty hard for me to get there.

Instead of having no national traffic, it seems difficult to make an official visit to each other because they are currently countries with conflict zones, and even if they try to sneak in, I think they will be sensed because there is an absolute defensive junction, and I have tried to use the Demon Eye (Evil Eye) to confirm that there is a secret loophole, like the royal palace of Amitia, and that the prime minister knows about its existence, in the middle of my discussions with fists, but I don't know - or I have found that I am almost alienated from the royal family and have not touched those things.

"So how do we get into the palace now?

Asmina has asked with a rough nose.

- There's no stopping this.

"Getting in from the front is, I'm ready for war... well, if you're sure of the Prime Minister's information, it seems to be an army in Ribo, so it's not a problem, but it seems the emperor's party has nothing to do with this one, so I'd like to avoid it if I could."

"Then why don't you sneak in from behind?

I was told as a matter of course, but I'm worried because I can't do that.

Understanding my concern, Asmina slapped her breasts heavily.

"It's okay. Since I came to the capital, I've let Hari look for the infiltration route to the palace."

Spiritual beast similar to Okojo from Asmina's chest saying so - Hari turned up.

"With guidance from this child, you should be able to reach your brother-in-law. Whatever obstacles you may have along the way!

I say it with confidence, Asmina, but as a person who has experienced similar situations before and hung upside down, I just get a lot of anxiety...

"- No, no, that's just how tight you are for an amateur."

And, inadvertently, I heard a familiar voice from across.

"-!!

He jumped off the scene with an aspina in his arms and immediately summoned "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)" from the storage space (inventory).

The Lord of that voice - however merely an open-air merchant, Mr. Shadowloon, who was spreading fine grocery, cheap rings, and ornaments in the corner of the street, lifted the hat he was wearing lightly.

"None of them, long time no see... or the other day? Anyway, that's an odd encounter, young lady."

To his affectionate attitude,

"... do you know him?

Asmina reacts similarly to her brother-in-law Levan.

He's the assassin who attacked the Levans.

"Become -!?"

Shadow Lang further narrows his thin eyes towards the complexion-changing Asmina.

"None of them. The main business is merchants, but I also do assassins for side business. I also met your brother on a part-time basis the other day. Well, say hello to all the ladies."

I came forward in a way that protects Asmina, paying attention to every move by Shadow Lang, who introduces herself without being evil.

"You were still in this city. I thought you were already on the move, but the purpose is revenge for the Chancellor?

"No way. I've been getting my job dried up along the way and it's cute ~. I was just trying to make a little money from it, and I was working on it at the main office, and it's not like I knew what would happen to that Osama. - Well, it was interesting to see."

... I mean, you were marking this move.

"A part-time job doesn't mean the Chancellor's behind it, after all. So now you're working on true mastermind instructions?

"No, no. It's really a coincidence this time ~. I could still see my dear lady, and I was just sneaking up on her."

Asmina was also uncomfortable with his attitude, which was deliberately reactive, and she asked me over my back.

"Are you a stalker?

"Yeah."

In response to my reply, Shadow Lang shook his shoulder when he pressed his right hand against his lid and said, "Don't kill him..."

"You're crying a lie"

'Cause this guy can only lie basically.'

To our chilling sentiments,

"Well, let's just say..."

He has changed quickly and has changed the subject with a completely unwet face.

"I pinched your two stories in my ear, but what, you think there's that boy in the palace? - Was it Miss Scarlet Snow?

"... it's a trade secret around here."

To my answer, "I don't have a choice," Shadowloon said, posing as a surrender with his hands up.

"What are you going to do when you know that! If you intend to do more harm to Brother Levan (who is here)...!

Asmina strips away hostility like an excited cat. - I mean, your mountain survey is the only basis for Levan being in the palace, so I was wondering if we could talk like finalisations around there.

"No, I'm done with that job already. I'm not a professional, so if I don't finish it by the end of the day, I'm not aware of it, so it's fine. It's not even a penny."

With the face that I seriously don't care, Asmina looks at Shadow Lang waving a patter, looking frigid with a somewhat poisoned look, and then looks at me with a face that confirms the veracity of the words.

Uh-huh, in this guy's case, what he's saying is a basic lie, but the lie and the real boundary are vague or colloquial, so he can't make a decision.

Shadowloon continued rubbing his hand as he enjoyed my confusion like that.

"That's why I'm in a lot of stuff right now, and I'm just free, and would you hire yourself to sneak into one of the royal palaces? I'll make sure you get it delivered. It's not a trap or anything."

To the words, Me and Asmina looked at each other.

"... it's a trap."

"... it's a trap no matter what you think"

The two disagreed indefinitely.