When one young man was being unreasonably pursued for his position in the corner of the commercial district, a young officer also preceded the decree in the Knights of Kingsguard official building in the suburban royal palace.
- Captain Simeon Frober shall be promoted to Major.
This one is born and should be received with joy. But the young man who was told did not move his intellectually neat face, and prayed faintly and clerically.
"You've been out of cadet school less than five years, Major? It's a big deal."
The superior officer who preached the decree mixes sarcasm in a white tone. I couldn't really curse at the piss, but I didn't hide the attitude that I didn't like it.
That's not what it took him to talk about. Anyone enrolled in the military will question this personnel. He is already a major in years such as whether he can finally become a lieutenant if he is normal, even to the point where he earned the rank of Ensign at the same time as he graduated from cadet school. It can't be unless it's also a second-class extraordinary due to martyrdom. I knew the name of the person in question, and I was convinced there. The belly of the famous Earl of Frober family, known both domestically and internationally, and of Prince Wang, there was no doubt that special consideration was working.
Therefore, many eyes that can be directed toward Simeon are harsh. The Kingsguard Knights have many noble origins, but Simeon is the only one so far treated specially. More than the grievances of military personnel of civilian origin, those of the same aristocratic class but who are not allowed to make a clear difference speak out of criticism here and there. Some of them followed evil toward the face, but for all of them Simeon was faintly reciprocated with no objection or excuse.
It is natural to be told. Because it is rarely true that he is born in "Ekohiki". No matter how criticized you are, you have no right to be angry. I think it's "sloppy".
Simeon admits that his birth is not in his honor. After admitting it, I was accepting. I'm sorry to be around you, but it's necessary. For the Prince Wang, who has ordained himself to be one of the two masters, he must ascend his position and acquire many powers as soon as possible. Stupid. I can't be honest with you.
Whether to take these thoughts as unexpected flexibility or loyalty and therefore mud-wearing stupidity would be where the opinions are divided. The person in question did not want to be evaluated, but merely worked out and carried out his work on a daily basis.
"Hey, congratulations, Frober 'Major'"
I was called out like I was waiting for you where you left the captain's office. A deliberately disfigured middle-aged man comes niggling at a looking uniform worthy of a floral job. She grabbed Simeon's shoulder and the women gave her a bearded face rumored to be a "lovely uncle".
"No, it's early. Hey, you're a major now. Ah. You're gonna be a marshal in no time after me."
"Lieutenant, aren't you too distracted? Aren't you 'me' while you're at work?"
The chilling expression just collapses a little, and Simeon frowns grudgingly. I couldn't see the face I didn't show in front of the captain and entertained the vice captain who had teased me.
"Uh, yeah. It's tough and annoying, but you're loud enough to say and do what's right for your position. Ya, it really stinks."
"If you could finally wear that uniform properly, I don't think anyone would say it loudly,"
"Oh no, I don't want to dress cramped without His Majesty either"
Simeon walks away, breathing frightened by his superior officer who says it back like a child. Lieutenant Poisson also walked next door with his natural face.
He behaves like a common man, but he is also of aristocratic origin. He is not a house as tall as the Frober family, he is the second son not to succeed the housekeeper again, but he was born worthy of being called your son. But when I was in this poor middle age, I rebelled all the more and pretended to be a grey puberty. Wherever the wind blows, every time the captain looks at his face blues and reprimands him. Simeon thinks discipline and orders are something that people like this are often relegated to the wild in an absolute army.
As it was, Simeon was pulled by Poisson and taken to his office.
"So, what's the progress?
As he closed the door and turned away his eyes and ears around him, Poisson changed his tone and expression with a reluctance. Standing in front of him taking his seat, Simeon answers.
"We keep a list of cases of adhesion and fraud, a list of interested parties, and a compilation. I also seized evidence and witnesses. We have all the ingredients we can charge right away."
While nodding satisfactorily, Poisson raises his eyebrows just a little bit.
"That's going a lot, huh? Whatever the evidence, I didn't think the witness would grab it so easily."
"That's how many people were dissatisfied with the way the captain did. Previously, silence had made him afraid and passive of being considered an accomplice, but he promised to protect him from punishment if he stood as a witness. I persuaded those who could not be acquitted to cooperate if they wished to commute their sentences, having taught them how much they would be arrested. Of course, we're keeping an eye on him to prevent him from escaping."
"Aren't you gonna tell me that threatened you?
"Until I told you the facts. We negotiated arbitrarily without waiting for the permission of the Deputy Director or His Majesty, but the sins of any of them are minor. I was wondering if it would be more profitable to make it a deal and miss it rather than pursue it in detail."
Poisson also admits it's the right opinion. Call it arbitrary, but there is no other option than to nod when consulted. Simeon simply saved himself the trouble and did not defy his or the king's will. I just didn't bother to ask you a clear question with the answer.
I admire him for not putting it on my face that he is a perfectly capable man. I thought it would be a hassle baggage by accident, such as the Bombon of the prestigious Earl's house, but face to face, the opposite is true. He is smart and enthusiastic about training, works at all costs, and always delivers more results than he demands. The secretive demand to gather the materials to eliminate the current head of the delegation and his party also responded lightly without showing a face that seemed difficult. I guess I got that kind of brilliant education from my predecessor, Count Froebel, who used to be a Navy commander.
My personality was generally fine. He is a good young man who can be honest with anyone regardless of their identity or rank. It's just tough anyway. I don't play like a young man at all, and I don't take it off. It's the end of caring about the old man behind it even if a pretty girl calls on the street. No, that's a very cool mindset, but shouldn't I enjoy life a little more as a twenty-three year old man? Old people think it's too late to regret being an old man when they say they're going to lose them in no time.
"I thought it was time to get into the next phase. You can always move to action, but what will be the timing of your publication"
Young people who don't know such things as the concern of a gentle superior say in such a way as to confirm their plans for today. The next action is to initiate impeachment. The plan to charge and lead the Knights of Kingsguard to dismissal would make a scene for the army and the royal palace, but show no excitement or tension with such a big trick. I just said it was only one job to do.
Poisson opened the drawer and took out a large envelope. It is thick and heavy at a glance when it contains a large amount of paperwork. The contents were pasted to prevent them from popping up and the closed ones were subjected to Simeon.
"Before that, it's my last job. I want you to take this somewhere."
"Yes, which way?
Simeon receives honestly with his hands. I don't want to worry about the contents. I didn't even ask what was in it.
But when I heard the delivery address, the confusion just came to my brilliant face.
"Is...?
"As much as you know what kind of customers you have over there, you know? I don't divulge any customer circumstances, and it's a basic private room, so it's rarely noticed by people. It's great for confidential deals."
Poisson hides his insides and disguises himself as an obscene face.
"Nevertheless, there is a risk that it will be rumored that we have been through it many times. I should hold off for a while, so I want you to do it. I need you to come right away."
"Ha... I understand"
Simeon was immediately convinced when he said the most obvious thing. Cute and stupid. No matter how much someone you trust says it, it's not something you unconditionally believe out of your head.
Yes, this is a loving education from a superior officer. If the captain is dismissed and Poisson then puts it on the cauldron, he wants Simeon as his deputy captain. Sometimes the deputy head of the delegation also holds the position, so it's difficult just to be serious.
"Take off your uniform and go. And I know it goes without saying to you, but it's like opening a seal on your own and not looking inside. It doesn't matter what we see together over there, when we open it first, we lose the other guy's credibility. Just keep it where it is."
"Understood."
"Tell the store people my name and they'll show you around. All you have to do for now is think about going discreet. You don't have to negotiate with them in particular, just give them that. If you ask for anything, it's up to you."
"Ha, then I'm going"
"Oh, I asked for it."
Sending out a young man to salute, Poisson finally laughed when he was alone. Well, what face are you coming out with tomorrow? I just imagined it would be fun. Shit, it's a serious one, which is all kinds of funny when it comes to sticking.
Middle-aged with poor subordinate thoughts take their seats with pleasant predictions for tomorrow. He left the room again to report the incident, including to his secret accomplice.
Paul was nodding as he was thrown out vigorously and left his buttocks on the road surface.
My stomach is boiling back, and I'm aware that this outfit will look pitiful and funny from all around me. I also felt my gaze from all over. You should get up right away, look like nothing and move the place. If you didn't want to be rude, you should have.
But I couldn't get up.
Anger wasn't the only thing swirling inside Paul. I can't even anticipate a situation like this, and I can't wait to feel sorry for myself for being properly fitted. Even if he collided with the editor and hated him, he thought the job would be fine if he worked properly. I thought it would be enough to treat you as a slightly troublesome stranger because you are contributing to the company with better grades than anyone else in the department.
How sweet it was. Even with good grades, you can get kicked out. The editor wasn't the only one who hated Paul. In the midst of the noise, all the eyes directed at him were cold and dull. Only Theo was different - but he ended up abandoned by Theo as well. There was no one on Paul's side.
I'm so sorry that I was so congratulated and so stupid for not realizing that I hated you so much. What a dumb man. When I could do my job, I could only laugh at what I meant to be quite competent. I don't realize that I've hunted myself down and isolated myself, and this is what makes me missy, etc.
I'm an idiot - I'm, I'm a real idiot.
I feel like I'm going to have tears in my pity.
People pass by too early in front of Paul, who remains on the spot without the strength to stand up. Everyone ignores him to avoid getting involved with strange people. How much would you have done, nodding at the side of the road like a vagabond, continuing to be ignored?
"... Um, Mr. Satti?
There were people who didn't go too far down the street and stop in front of him.
It was the voice of a young woman who called her name. Paul cursorily looks up. An unrecognizable girl was peering in worried, and when I saw him, I looked down happy.
"Oh, I knew it was Mr. Satti. Hi, what's up? Can I help you?
Paul blurred up, wondering who it was. Pretty good looking daughter. Have you ever been involved at work, is it some lady? But would I have met such a daughter? She's probably about twelve or three years old, a plain girl who can't even be described as very pretty. All the ladies in Paul's memory were daughters with a gorgeous atmosphere......
"Mr. Satti? Are you all right, sir?
"... oh, no, excuse me... uh, excuse me, I didn't get your name"
To answer honestly that I had forgotten, for some reason the girl smiled happily instead of angry.
"I guess! Look, it's like I said, right? The next time I see you, you won't notice. I won."
"To?"
Why are you so proud to know you've been forgotten? Paul can only speak out of his mind in a reaction he doesn't quite understand. The girl strained her chest like that (her breasts getting flatter and flatter when dressed like that. I want you to work hard to raise them) I named them.
"I'm Mariel Clarac. I just met you yesterday. Forget your face, but you still remember your name, don't you?
Ah - and Paul's mouth opens wide. The brown eyes in the glasses were naughty and glittering.