Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

The Royal Palace is located in the centre of Argentina, the imperial capital of the Grawior Empire. Outside its vast grounds was a heavily built spire, like a monastery called the 'Tower of Sinners' Peckertle Turris'.

This tower, which houses the royal family and nobles, is said to have existed since far back in the Divine Age, and at first glance the outer walls, seen as stone building, boast an unrivalled strength, which is in a sense the essence of a lost civilization, which can in itself be considered a treasure, finally causing a scratch even with the sword moves of the Kingsguard lead knight who hunts the dragon alone, even if it is repaired after one night, and all magic is deactivated inside this.

On this day, Baldem, the only prisoner of this tower so far - the former President of the Kres-Kensruna Confederation - placed the book he was reading on his desk when he heard the footsteps of the tower door opening and some coming up the stairs at this hour, which was not his usual sight or meal.

I looked around this top-floor room, which I don't think is roughly a prison, which works even when it comes to this nobleman's private room, and closed my eyes to see if the day of execution had finally arrived.

But the footsteps stopped halfway through the tower, the chatter and the sound of unlocking, followed by the rusty door opening and the sound of throwing something heavy, and now the reverse procedure closed and locked the door, and eventually the footsteps went away.

Apparently, someone else besides myself was imprisoned in this tower.

I'm somewhat interested in who it is, but I can't stop thinking about it. There's nothing I can do about it from what I found out.

- I don't know who it is, but I'm sorry.

Hmm, and he rang his nose gently, and he reached out again and turned the page looking for the rest of the book he was reading. When I finally looked for the page I was interrupting, the new prisoner thing had disappeared beautifully from my head.

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It was my feeling about the Empress of this Gravior Empire that she was a tough person to do.

I suddenly came to talk to Levan about the treatment of Shadow Lang (Kaji), who passed out in "Stan Brow,"

"If you ask me, does this man, as the Hand Pawn of the Chancellor, think he is the executioner who raided the envoy of Cress? If that's the case, it seems reasonable to make a disposition here under our domestic law."

And, when I did it, I had logically articulated the legal basis, legitimacy, etc., and first convinced Levan by putting in (if) a dictation and insignificant trick (skinship).

Any woman uses this kind of M.O. to take a man by hand, so if she sees the same sex, she pins it as soon as she sees it. As inexperienced as I could tell in that field, Asmina, who is naturally sharper than a pointed knife when it comes to her brother-in-law (alas), found out and looked at the Empress with a completely enemy certified eye.

Well, he seems to think he's Asmina's usual jerk without even realizing that he was well guided to think... what I would say about making it, but a man is simple.

Meanwhile, Bok told me the real benefits of handing them over - about future relationship improvement and compensation between the two countries when the Emperors took real power - on the stand with water, but well, because the promise of that hand of a great man is synonymous with an empty bill. Hey, honestly, I don't care.

However, since we are trespassing illegally into the palaces of other countries at this time, and because Asmina and I have the burden of bumping the Chancellor, it is helpful that Shadowloon has only one card to hand over - if this princess's measures succeed, she has very little to lose because she is a bad note.

However, there is also a problem. Anyway, if this is a normal assassin, his opponent is Mr. Shadowloon.

This commonly known as the "Princess of Suzuran" thinks that it is difficult for the Chancellor to make him confess that he assassinated a messenger of the Cres alliance or that it was the mastermind that destroyed the transfer device... No, I can see perplexing about something that has never happened. So I think it's pointless to give it to you, but I can't be held accountable for later on when they say cooling off or something.

I just said that.

"That's fine then. You can do anything you want, as long as you testify you confessed."

And when I did, I was confidently chested.

Uh-huh, well, I'm pretty sure I had a little extra Mr. Shadowloon - then kill him short circuit... which is also a shame because it takes the form of missing the tail of the enemy I grabbed, and honestly I have feelings that I was one of them (Gilmen) in "E. H. O" and "Eternal Horizon Online" - but hey, I won't be able to keep the player in captivity for long. I wonder if depositing his figure with her would be like releasing a tiger into the field who caught him because of it.

I talked abominably about what I thought, but they also argued lightly against this.

"Rest assured. This palace is home to something called" Peckertle Turris, "a tower of sinners that has existed for a long time in the Divine Age. Those imprisoned inside this tower are said to be powerless and roughly impossible to escape, whether they are magicians - no, demons or demon kings… and transcendents (players)"

The word "transcendent (player)" was used with a certain amount of strength.

"Heh, you know the player?

I know it's a sprinkler, but just a word I can't miss hearing, I just couldn't help but check.

"What degree of inheritance is passed down to the royal family? How about... exchanging information with each other?

As I wrapped my inner tongue around the sobriety behind a smile that I couldn't even kill, I smiled back at Nico on the surface for now.

"Right. If that's meaningful information…"

To a grin that implies darkly, 'If you're bluffing or hatching, I won't consider it'.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna let you down"

The same kind of laughter returned.

Smiling calmly on the surface, we explore each other's bellies - and seeing how we were doing, Levan sighed in relief thinking that the top simply made sense to each other, and Asmina sighed in the face, 'You smell like trouble'.

... Well, that's why. Shadow Lang's figure was temporarily to be her keepsake with shackles and shackles.

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That's why I moved the place to her private room.

That said, Fumiko is just like earlier, there's Empress Oriana and her maid, and only two names are Lyna. This was just me and Levan, Asmina, and three more pet sins + one though.

"- It's a little small and messy because it's a private room, but please forgive me"

That said, I was guided to a room of about 20 tatami rococo tones, where the walls and ceilings were painted white and decorated with golden botanical-like decorations, white-toned reception sets in the center, and streamlined touch oil paintings on the walls, with horizontal organizers (comodes) and wall mounting decorators (consoles) installed on the walls.

"Nice room."

It was not flattering, but sincerely in my mouth.

If we're in a room this small and undecorated, we'll settle down.

"Thank you"

Leena poured tea on everyone as she sat on the central couch - formally I was the most seated, then Empress Oriana sat close to the upper seat, then Levan, Asmina - recommended by the happily laughing empress.

"Well, first of all, may I confirm, Your Majesty the Princess of the Rose?

"Would you mind coming from me before that, Princess of Suzuran?"

First of all, I checked each other's names out of nowhere. But "Her Majesty the Princess of the Rose" hey...... hope it doesn't penetrate in the future. This shy nickname.

"What is it?

"Although the Empress should officially have no political say in the next throne, to what extent, in fact, does she have influence over national politics?

The kind of statement that represents the country stands out from earlier, but she shouldn't have that much authority, should she?

Certainly its head spinning and belly black even if we are talking normally... and although there is something eye-catching about the calculated height, talking to a symbol without real power doesn't start.

"That's your biggest concern," Princess Oriana grinned bitterly.

Then he shifted his gaze to an oil painting decorated on the wall.

"What does Her Majesty think of this painting?

It was a soft touch landscape painting with views of the plateau and the mountains in front of Suzuran, where her nickname was based.

Honestly, I don't know how good or bad a painting is - blah, blah, blah. In a world where photography and digital technology have developed, I thought painting was about the relic of the last century - and I thought it was a good painting that shows the painter's fine mood.

"That's a good picture. Suzuran... I think it's a painting that feels a fine concern for the Empress"

With that said, the Empress smiled happily.

"Thank you. I'm one of my favorites."

Then I added a word, to reveal a secret. "It's my father's work."

I was surprised at this and everyone focused their gaze on the painting.

"... this again. You're a bastard. I thought it was the work of a famous court painter."

To my thoughts, both Levan and Asmina nod yeah.

"Yeah, I think my father has a gift for this, though it may be my daughter's eyes. It might even be called" The Artist Emperor "in future history books."

Pleasantly couscous laughing at her, but I thought if she stayed connected and reigned, it would only be described as' Father of Empress Oriana 'no matter what you think.

Then he kept his laugh in his mouth and went on to sing.

"My father has a delicate and mild temper, some of which I tend to dream of a little, but I personally like him as my daughter by flipping those dots"

Then I turned around and made a difficult face.

"But there's nothing at all to respect if you see it as an emperor and as a man again. I still almost exclusively immerse myself in my favorite paintings, art kind, without my consciousness as the depositary of national politics... No, I dare you to abandon them, what storms pass if I keep my eyes and ears shut and what I envision without any basis, fools I can't help. That's God's lie now."

Unexpectedly look at each other.

I don't know how far it's true, but if this is true, isn't it dangerous for this country to get ahead?

I still feel it would be better to let that prime minister take power.

Has it gotten sooner......

"That's why the Regent died three years ago, and connected with the fact that after God had now taken office, many of the ministers who had been unable to decide to leave, as well as those who stood by the Orthodox royal family, had become flirtatious"

So that prime minister is one of them?

"I was 10 years old, I was a hard-working child, and I didn't know anything about politics (or anything), but I am now representing most of the affairs of the state since I was 13 years old and an adult. Regardless, I am a worldless boxed daughter, so there are many things that don't even happen, but fortunately there are many people in the Spectrum who support me, and I am proud to say that I am essentially in a position to bring the Emperors together."

I see. Well, the "Unknown Boxed Daughter" part was scratchy, but as it stands, the Emperor is closed, so this Empress is a substantial big black pillar.... Well, you know what I mean. This girl would be better than the Emperor.

"Okay. We will now recognize you as the solemn agent of the Imperial family of Grawior."

"Thank you. We will always respond to Your Majesty's trust."

The Empress's watery eyes stared forcefully straight into my eyes.

In the meantime, I think this is finally the beginning of negotiations or something.

"Well, that's a continuation of the question just now. As a matter of utmost importance, is it true that one thing - the metamagic device in Willide - has been destroyed?

"It's true."

Levan breathes in my words, who nodded lightly.

"... well, it's fake that it was broken"

In the words that followed, the princess Oriana, who was stuffing her breath, breathed in relief and vomited.

"Was it still so"

"- Huh?! What do you mean, since when is it fake?

I turned to the flashing Levan.

"I guess from the beginning. That device is like a haribote that we built rapidly. So the first thing you said was," That device is boiled or cooked, but you can use it if you like. "I didn't say a word about a metamagic device."

"You're so tenacious. But isn't it a little too much to fool your allies?

"Because if that's not the case, your enemies won't fool you either.... Well, I guess it was definitely a bad taste. I'm sorry, Levan."

Honestly bowing his head to Levan, he waved his hands in a panic.

"Oh, don't bow your head to me! Your Majesty's conspiracy is to follow it."

"Hmm. Did the kid know somewhat about his share?"

Tensai (Tensai) in the midst of the exorcism leaked a cold laugh behind his chest.

The princess tilted her neck as she looked favourably at us like that.

"Can you tell me the intent of purposefully constructing and placing the haribote of the transfer device on this sight?"

"I wonder where the most information leaks from. Mr. Shadowloon was following in his footsteps towards the Empire, so I wanted to see how the mastermind would react if I gave him information."

"Is that the mastermind Warren the Chancellor?

"No. I guess that was just used for buffering material as good. To make it look like the Empire was involved in a mislead. When that happens, it's suspicious..."

- Holy kingdom of eon, right?

I nodded silently.

"Surely his country will have the Imperial Crimson, the crimson empire, the demonic kingdom, as its sight. But if the upper echelons are involved, we can't help but wonder a little."

To the thoughtful words of Empress Oriana, I twisted my neck.

"Why?"

Honestly, that country has almost a clandestine system, so there is extremely little information going out to other countries. So there's no judgment material, is there? You just want any little clue here.

"I have met with the Archpope of his kingdom once as I perform the rite of adulthood,"

It was rare for her here and she clearly looked up.

"At the age of a 15-year-old boy, I suppose there would be a little more discernment, but that's so awkward - no, I can assure you that a young, unattended and unfortunate head cannot be more directly involved in planning and planning such as conspiracy or assassination"

How unpleasant that meeting with the Archpope was, he began to spill a taunt of stupidity.

The first voice when we met on everything,

"I heard you were such a rare princess, what... no big deal!

He said it was. That makes any woman angry.

Even though I don't want to hear about it afterwards, they extended the ideal female portrait (well, is that really the supreme priesthood?!).

Rich hair is overflowing with dark hair that emits spilled light.

Eyes are purple or red like gems.

Skin is white with no dirt.

Lips are rose petals floating in milk.

Hands and feet are as snug and supple as young trees in early spring.

The cool voice is like a silver bell that soars in the wind.

There's a woman like that! and she had a hard time enjoying wanting to have a drink.

"That was tough."

I felt smudged sympathy, but when I realized, for some reason, everyone's gaze in the room was pointing this way.

"... I think I know someone who fits that condition perfectly."

"... that's an odd encounter. I feel like I'm walking in a dress."

"... I thought you were only in Ogami. Really, the world is huge."

For some reason, there was an unpleasant sweat on my back.

"Um, Your Highness. In case you ever meet with the Archpope of the Holy Kingdom, I was wondering if you should be very careful."

She's seriously worried about you, Princess Oriana...

"... No way. I am the lord of the land of demons. The Archpope of the Episcopal Church will wave in the fall."

'Cause I'm a hell of a bitch.'

The princess shook her neck to the side with a grand frown.

Wow... I'm starting to feel better not to get involved with something, Holy King.

First, let's blow up every country with TOP3, the strongest round table in Heavenly Life, Spotted Pigeons (but) and Clouds (even without them) - or seriously think about it.

"Well, let me tell you the current story, because we could only talk hypothetically"

In order to get rid of the indoor air that had become a strange atmosphere, the Empress Oriana changed her story and then instructed her to replace the tea.

"It's good news that the transfer magic device was safe. As a matter of fact, I was talking to Mr. Levan earlier, and I would like to make a proposal for a future mutual trade agreement."

That's right, she moistened her mouth with newly brewed tea and began to talk about her abdominal proposal and the current state of the Grawior Empire.

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A man with his hands and feet slowly opened his eyes in a murderous landscaped room called this one a prison, on the middle floor of the Tower of Sinners, Peckertle Turris.

"... dammit. I don't think the lady can take it easy, either, at all."

Then I checked my surroundings and my condition and sighed.

"Well, I managed to serve my purpose, but I don't know what this state of affairs is. -" Finger Crow ""

Even though I try to shackle them by chanting my skills, the claws of magic that would have appeared at the tip of my five fingers would not have appeared if they were supposed to.

"I knew you couldn't do it." Magic Deactivation Facility "I didn't know it still existed. But, well, unlike the game, there's a way out. - Come out, Iron Mouse."

In response to a man's call, a halibut-like monster appeared from its chest in steel.

"I don't know because this guy only has 15 HP. Your daughter wouldn't even remember her HP fraction, and you did it without realizing it."

Whimpering, the monster - offers a shackle, a shackle made of iron, before the submissive 'Iron Mouse'.

"Look, eat. Do what you love."

Iron rats chewing on shackles, without hesitation when told.

The crunch and the tiny sound of a chestnut sharpening a tree echoed into a narrow prison.