Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day, the Royal Castle of the Kingdom of Diorail

Returning from inspection to the royal castle, everyone sighs deeply.

It was pointless, more embarrassing than that.

Luxury, Daughter, I was ashamed of myself for thinking I was far from those things.

I was just looking at words, knowing the stupidity of being imprisoned by them. And I saw it with these eyes and I knew how stupid it was.

"You couldn't even imagine me, I didn't even think about it"

"Me too... no, I'm sure I never even thought about it. Pity!"

"I'm sure that's impossible for anyone, except for those who really don't have the heart to look down and despise someone... we couldn't even imagine it in our humble hearts"

If we went to inspect the ghetto, the slum of the Wang capital, the name of which we had to do something... everyone was proud there, the ghetto was more proud than anyone else. Yes, they even put out grandiose billboards.

It was not only its beautiful buildings and townships, but the people of the slums who had suffered and tasted them were more proud faces than anyone else in the king's capital. Every one of them got it from a boy on his finger and proudly fitted with a "ring of the poor," no pity or humiliation in its appearance, no words in its prouder appearance than the pitiful royal family, etc.

"I guess words are a curse. Even if we felt pity for the word" poor, "he didn't (...) think anything of it... except that the people who live in the Glades" here "are good working people and never got tied to the meaning of the word."

"If you say so, the orphanage children, etc. were called" orphans "and you are respected... instead of pitying them for hearing the word" orphans, "you give pride to orphans and the needy rather than making the word jealous. That's impossible even for a king, and I guess no one can imitate it."

tying and forbidding words of contempt, it was an act of acknowledging and scorning those words, which seemed to be a shameful act of discrimination and pity on the part of the discriminators. Knowing that words had no meaning... the malice that lurked in them was its own shadow.

"Yes, we had lost sight of the obvious… what the hell is the embarrassment of an orphan, what the poor should be ashamed of? It is our nobility who created a world where seriously working things are poor and nothing is wrong orphans must be pitied. It must have been a noble name to be humiliated."

There was no cause or effect in the name of the line "Ogata", only those who made sense of the name and the name were themselves. Regardless of the name, the orphans and the people of the ghetto had won respect for their own deeds, their clean and people turned the gentle "ghetto" into a place of admiration for the king's capital, the orphans continue to elevate the boy's name everywhere.

Then the name to be pitied is the king, and the nobleman. If the act of trying to be proud of such a name is not accompanied by "even", it can only be a meaningless name, a name only honor to those who cannot be proud of it, etc. If there is shame in this kingdom, it should have been shamed by the king and despised by the aristocracy.

"What kind of country is it? I can't imagine a country that can think like this… no matter how much I ask."

"Is everything free to bump into peace when you bump into it equally? Surely the bad guys are too scared to be evil."

"Meaningless... equality, etc., can only exist in abstract terms, can't even weigh fairness, etc., what our royal family was imprisoned with is a vain statue. You only looked at the name in bulk without seeing the people correctly in the Word... so you didn't see anything, to me"

Yes, I'm the only one with a scale. If you measure with your own narrow knowledge and horizons, you will only see one side of things, and you will have to forbid something and denigrate it as a result... because it remains your own mind. I mean, it's small, my scale is too small to measure than a boy, I guess that's the size of my heart.

Nothing discriminated against, nothing imprisoned, only the boy who identified himself with his own heart praised the poor and looked down on the nobility. That was the meaning of the dazzling face that was the pride of the ghetto and more proud than anyone else.

"You're stupid, you just have to change the name of the" ghetto "… I never thought that would hurt my pride."

"I went to the spot and was seen with my eyes. It must have made sense, because it was only by itself that words and names made sense."

It was those who dwelt there who turned the present slum into the kingdom's coveted land.

It was in that act that the disdain was turned into admiration and reverence.

"If I were king, I would have to let the people of the kingdom have a country where the word" King Diorail Nation "would win respect... no matter how many dreams I had, it would be magnificent"

But the border made it. For the land of contraindications from the Church, the filthy people and the derogatory and despised frontier boasted of itself as a frontier people, and earned their respect in their deeds.

"It must have been the same thing that the Beastmen opened their hearts to me when I thought about it. Instead of trying to be proud and confuse the name" Beast Man "or Chemomimi or Tail with" discrimination, "the Beast People opened their hearts to that point because they are just boys who exist but at best call themselves Beasts and naturally admit that their Chemomimi and Tail are a trait, not pity."

No, I think that had a preference in it... but I don't discriminate at all by name when it's a race. I measure it all with my heart as I see it with its black eyes and discriminate with its heart. Just as the royal nobles of the kingdom were once despised, so were the Popes and Elders despised and overlooked.

"Well, there's disagreement with that harsh old man discrimination, isn't there? Wouldn't it be possible for an old man to recognize human rights a little more?"

"It's very tough, but still a good old man can just be abused or something? Because a bad old man can't even recognize his right to life."

"I mean, I guess our adult" old man "has to be solid and show the kids how good he looks. No, it's tough."

"" "Ha-ha-ha... utterly tough" "

Tell the kids to make the world they dream of and show their hindsight. That's a tough discrimination against the adult "old man" for a long time, but I guess we still have to be good old people who don't have that discrimination (expectation).

"I was entrusted with a happy future. That's an unexpected reward... but it's heavy."

"The thought of the people is its weight. I don't know about that. I guess old adults get bummed... tough."

But the adult "old man" who sees the boy's hindsight can't show the kids the indiscretion... No, it's okay to be indiscretive, miserable and scornful. However, we must not show our children only the appearance of giving up, whether it is foolishness and indifference, the pathetic appearance towards it, or the children entrusted with the future "It" … just the thought and the will.

It's heavy. I finally know how much it weighs.

The road is endless, there must be no end, even if you know it, you have to go on, if you just leave that figure behind, you won't be forgiven. It's just... how hard can you work and not be abused and how hard can you remember your name or any criteria? Come on, you're unbeatable...... you volunteer marquis!