Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.
Episode 107: Crazy World
"We will begin the trial."
Uncle Carlon proclaims this severely, and the Lords correct their residency (without).
"I will turn the ballot box around, so please throw a red tag (fu) for Uncle Saratoga and a blue tag (fu) for those who think you are 'not guilty'. We leave it up to each of you to decide whether you want to hide it or not."
When Uncle Carlon knocks on his hand, he opens the door slightly, and then enters the room as the two clerks fall back. And he began to hand out red, blue, and two wooden plaques at the disposal of each lord.
Finally, when one of the clerks put a wooden box with beautiful finishing touches on the table, Uncle Carlon said, "Well, then," left or right, taking one of the bills at hand without getting lost at all, and throwing it there. - The color is' red '.
- Guilty one, not guilty zero.
"I'll see you later"
Then when Uncle Vergilius said so while hiding his mouth, he took the 'red bill', with a soft hand, and let it go on the box.
- Guilty two, not guilty zero.
Two 'red bills' thrown simultaneously with the start of the vote
Mio squeaks in his chest.
We must not be upset to this extent. It's okay, as expected about these two. It's no surprise. There is nothing for these two people, such as the advantage of turning their daughter against the king, the supreme power, when she was killed in the first place.
Then the box turns to the front of Uncle Pericles.
Uncle Pericles, nervously faced to see, voted with both hands hiding the bill as he gobbled and throated.
Mio laughs unexpectedly at the tip of his nose.
Uncle Pericles threw "Blue Bills". It's obvious even if you're hiding it.
If it had been a "red bill," this hipster with the alias Windy Chicken would have rather appealed to the King in grandeur, "It's in accordance with your intentions," he said.
This man of opportunism also seems to have kept his promise to Nanashi to a certain extent.
- Guilty two, not guilty one.
The next time the box was turned was in front of Uncle Asmodimos.
Uncle Asmodimos, after meditating (crushing) his eyes with emotion, pinched the 'red bill' at his fingertips, pretended to look closely at it from the back to the surface, and finally threw it into the box to show it to Mio.
- Guilty three, not guilty one.
Mio's stomach was boiling over and over because of Uncle Asmodimos's disgusting attitude, but when he changed one of his complexions, he felt like a loser, desperately killing his expression. Mio, with no expression at this time, may have seemed relieved at the end of despair beside him.
The next time Uncle Asmodimos turned the box was Uncle Merclius, an enemy to him.
When the box comes around to hand, Merclius burkurlu, as he could not wait, grabs the bill in hand with momentum and puts it up against Asmodimos burkurlu.
Naturally, its color is' blue '.
Whether Mio is guilty or not, it doesn't matter to Krull. If Uncle Asmodimos votes for 'red', Krull only votes for 'blue'.
When Uncle Asmodymos laughs at Krull's childish attitude with her nose tip, she lets her blue muscles float up her temples, kicking her chair and trying to get up.
Uncle Pericles, sitting next to her in a hurry, grabbed Krull's shoulder, managed to Yo (don't) shrug her, and let her lower back down again, she slammed off the plaque in her hand with a murky expression, sliding the box to the front of Uncle Strasbull next door.
- Guilty three, not guilty two.
Strasbourg Uncle Fanassard begins to consult with Clift and Kosokoso behind him after a decent look as the box turns in front of him.
Mio's ear sounded so clear, "Nanicole? I will not think about the phrase." And Fanasard nodded several times, carefully hiding with his hands while holding the bill.
Mio shudders his shoulders unexpectedly. I'm putting up with a scratch.
... or why I hid the Omae and let them in. Are you going to put it in red?
I'm scared to say that I accidentally put in 'red' even though I didn't.
- Guilty three, not guilty three, maybe.
Uncle Rhoda, when the box came around on hand, first moved his gaze toward Mio, not the bills at hand, then stared at the fanasade in front of him, then took the 'red bills' without hesitation.
... Is that still the case?
And Mio accidentally drops his shoulder.
When I realized Fanassard was in this courtroom, Mio gave me a desperate look for a moment because I thought this would happen.
When Motorized Castle Fort Saratoga and Motorized Castle Fort Rhoda arrived at the ceasefire, an agreement was signed between Uncle Rhoda and Mio to vote not guilty in the trial.
In other words, if the contract is to be followed, the bill that Uncle Rhoda takes must be 'blue'.
But that contractual condition is Mio's incarceration (and uncle Rhoda assumed) of Fanassard's liberation.
Now that the Fanassard has appeared in front of us, there is nothing to bind Uncle Rhoda to.
The first thing I looked at Mio might have been lost about the act of breaking the 'contract' for a moment. But I guess the 'justice' in him that he has to contend with those who avenge the royal family as subordinates surpassed it.
- Guilty four, not guilty three.
Mio sighed small.
If it had been Miriam's plan, it would have been the same rate of guilt 3 and innocence 3 at this point. In due course, it would be the king's vote that said Miriam couldn't move if it wasn't for the day. It's impossible if you think about it normally, but I don't know as much about brainwashing, hypnosis, blackmail, or means, but I would have thought of turning the king's vote 'blue'. That way Mio's innocence will be confirmed by a single vote difference.
But the advent of Strasbourg Uncle Fanassard, who should have died, drove everything crazy.
The same rate even if the King voted 'blue'.
Mio already has no winning eyes.
So what happens if it's the same rate?
Guilty is confirmed. However, the sentence will be commuted.
The extent of that commutation will again be determined by the Lords at the end of the discussion, but perhaps the dismantling of Saratoga will be spared. And Mio's death sentence only turns into something less painful, in the name of temper. No, as long as the story rolls well, it could be a life sentence.
The king is staring at the box that Uncle Rhoda gave Kyou. Tensions swollen up in bread in a special courtroom. The king drops his eyes on the two bills in front of him. To Mio's eyes, the king's fingertips seemed trembling. Uncle Carlon and Uncle Vergilius, sitting right beside each other, look at each other when they see the sweat floating on the king's forehead. The father who murdered his daughter will bring the culprit to justice, and there should have been nothing to lose. But in everyone's eyes the king seemed lost. They alternate between two bills at their trembling fingertips with a profound look on their face as if they were going to decide even one thing about the state.
After a painful time had passed, the king took one of the bills in his hand in the way he had decided to exhale for a long time. Mio meditates (crushes) his eyes. Now my late father's smile is past my head. Father sitting in an euthanasia chair, a young self looking up from above its lap. Afternoon views of a nice, sunny day's sleep (mellow). Soon, maybe I can fool around with my father again.
At that moment when the king's hand moved over the box,
"Please wait!
A voice rises from one person.
Rin's voice echoed as she cleaved a hard air filled with special courtrooms.
When the lords looked at each other and finished figuring out that it wasn't anyone here who raised their voices, Uncle Rhoda said, "What is that!" Raise your voice.
Looking beyond Uncle Rhoda's fingers, I notice an unnaturally large shadow falling in the corner of this special court.
If I stared, I could see people appearing, making sure that they emerged from the shadows.
"No way"
Uncle Pericles groans.
As soon as I found out who the person was, everyone doubted my eyes.
"Her Royal Highness the Princess..."
On glossy, straight dark hair, Tiara reflects the brightness of the spiritual stone.
Princess Fatima.
Human beings who should be dead. From where it was nothing, it appeared as if it had sprung up.
"Hey, Uncle Strasbourg. The fact that Her Royal Highness is here means that she also participated in the Extreme Walk (Extreme Sampo)?
And how many laughable people would be that a confused kurl accidentally asked Fanasard that with his eyes open?
But humans who knew Fatima wasn't dead were only surprised by the way she appeared, and never lost her chill.
"Marne, let me make a flashy appearance"
Fatima chuckles when she hears one of them squeak like that after Mio pounds his tongue. Then he opened his mouth to his father, the king, as he walked over to the center of the C-shaped table, beside Mio, and held his shoulder.
"I give it to His Majesty the King! I, Fatima, live here without a single scratch. I don't know who the one who shelled Strasbourg is, but it is because of so many misunderstandings that I have stigmatized Uncle Saratoga."
"Misunderstood?"
"Yeah, Uncle Saratoga showed me who I am and attached the little magician here as an escort. She protected me from death."
From behind Fatima, Marne rubs (rubs) her nose tip with a glimpse of her face and laughter.
"In other words, Uncle Saratoga is a benefactor of my life, and there is no such thing as being convicted here!
In silence, only Fatima's voice echoed the Special Court.
The king and the princess. Father and daughter staring at each other. The king stares at Fatima without changing her complexion one at a time.
"Your Majesty is not surprised."
"Yeah, but I asked Beatrice to stay alive."
"Beatrice?
"Rest assured. What I have in my hand is a 'blue bill'. I'm not going to let Uncle Saratoga die in any way, even if it's at the same rate"
Then the king rose up again, and said unto his lords,
"My daughter is alive and well, as you can see. At the same rate, Uncle Saratoga is not guilty."
And Mio, who had heard the word of the king, sat down in the midst of a serpent, somewhere else.
I was prepared to die once. Even with this ridiculous euphemism, it was too heavy a pressure to take power away from its little body.
Mio looks back.
There was a terrible way to win.
The trial itself, clearly, is a complete defeat. It is decided that there was no such thing as a so-called anomaly to flip the table itself with the checkmate on. It was such a way of winning.
Hands on Mio's shoulder as he sits back, Fatima smiles at him. Besides, the moment Mio smiled back, Uncle Asmo Dymos raised his voice out loud.
"Your Majesty, please wait."
The king looks at Uncle Asmodimos and wrinkles between his eyebrows
"I won't cover your acquittal."
When the king made his voice strong. That said, Uncle Asmodimos had a mesmerizing laugh.
"Of course you are, Your Majesty. I just wanted to say a word of apology to Uncle Saratoga."
Mio unwittingly stiffens himself to the unexpected words of Uncle Asmodimos.
Apologize? What the hell are you doing?
Uncle Asmodymos laughed at Mio, turning a surprised (much) glance.
"Though it is a misunderstanding, I sincerely apologize to Uncle Saratoga for all the disrespectful remarks he made about the blame. My sincere apologies."
"Hmm."
The king nodded small. But Uncle Asmo Dymos overlaps words further from there.
"But in any way, it doesn't change the fact that His Royal Highness shot the manoeuvre castle fort, which His Royal Highness is blessed with. If there is no blame here, the royal authority can be scratched and the subsequent deterrence will no longer be effective, which can shake the peace of the royal family."
That was true. The people have already been told that Uncle Saratoga murdered Fatima. That was actually Uncle Saratoga not guilty. I didn't blame anyone. Then, in the future, those who take a sweet look at the royal authority and attack may also come out.
"Therefore, if we are to guide the peace of the royal family, and Uncle Saratoga, we must convince the people. So here's a suggestion from me."
"Tell me."
"As a matter of fact, we've actually been able to grasp what some people should call the mastermind who incited Uncle Saratoga to unleash the magic cannon."
"Ho."
"I am Miriam Alsard, a housekeeper (maid) with Uncle Saratoga, and I have heard that during this person, the housekeeper (maid), I also pinch my mouth in politics and do everything in my power to do good behind Uncle Saratoga. This disturbance is a ploy of his own."
Mio loses his complexion to Uncle Asmo Dymos' remarks.
"Wait, my lord, what are you talking about!
But Uncle Asmodimos never sees Mio, and stares at the king still. Waiting for the King to react.
"A housekeeper (maid)? All right, fine. Allow the housekeeper (maid) to redeem his sins with his life."
"Wait, Your Majesty! To Miriam! The housekeeper (maid) is not guilty of anything."
Mio whilst sitting back raises his sad voice.
But with Mio's shoulder in his arms, Fatima made sure to block the word and spoke gently.
"Mio, sweet Mio, poor Mio. I know you're a gentle kid for folk grass too. But, Mio. Uncle Asmo Dymos is coming up with such a good idea in the corner, isn't he?
"Sister Fatty, hey, what are you saying..."
Fatima's face peeking into Mio's face has the same gentle smile.
"Aren't you just a housekeeper, lord? If you're going to save your life, there aren't enough of you."
Mio unexpectedly opens his eyes.
"Right. It may be too cheap for a housekeeper (maid) to end up alone. It would be nice to have someone else like you."
I agree with Uncle Carlon with his charming look at Princess Fatima.
When Mio looked around at the lords surrounding him over the table, except for Fanasard, who was paling his face, the other humans had a relief look on their face that even said Keri had now attached.
Not always good to endorse Asmo Dymos, even the Merclius burkuru found his mouth loose with a grumpy look.
"Wait, your lords are all crazy! Is there a difference in the weight of life? If there is such a thing, it is not the whore that is insane. This world!
Mio's crying cry-like cry doesn't sting anyone's heart.
The king frowned uncomfortably, and Uncle Asmodimos delightfully distorted his lips, and became annoyed by Mio's cry that the other lords should step on the king's care.
It's not like the lords here are crazy.
It's not like someone is manipulating me.
It was a natural feeling.
The height of status is inseparable from its human value. Otherwise, the social system around the king could shake.
Redeem the lives of one lord with the lives of as many replacement housekeepers (maids) as possible. Normally, Uncle Saratoga should be grateful by rubbing his forehead against the earth to the depth of the king's grace.
The king meditated (crushed) his eyes as he tried to quell the discomfort and said in a quiet voice.
"Poor Uncle Saratoga seems to be exposed to the fear of death and confused. Take him to the infirmary and intervene, he's not a sinner anymore. Treat me well as a lord."
Earlier, two civilians handed out bills, walking over and holding Mio's hands.
Mio turned to Fanassard as he tried to pay for that arm.
"Fana! Please! I need you to help Milia! Tell him to run now!
Clift presses its shoulder from behind as Fanasard snorts (nodding) and tries to lift his hips out of the chair.
"Ma'am, I won't be. Next thing you know, Strasbourg is going to fall for the blame."
Fanasard bit his lower lip off at Clift's words.
"If you do get away with it, it's troublesome, so let's send the captive soldiers to Saratoga as soon as possible."
When Uncle Carlon advises the King to do so, Uncle Asmodimos raises a small voice.
"Don't worry, Uncle Carlon, Your Majesty. I don't know what the housekeeper (maid) was up to, but I already caught him sneaking into my Asmodimos yesterday."
"That's right, Uncle Asmo Dymos. Which one is it!
Listening to Uncle Carlon's admirable voice, Mio is pulled towards the door, holding both arms.
And just before the door closed, Mio saw.
This is what the king said, looking at Mio with a full look of pity.
"Then tomorrow at noon, sentence the man to a maximum sentence. Don't forget to announce to the people. Spread the word that it was all a ploy by the housekeeper and snow the stigma out of poor Uncle Saratoga."
What? What is this? A good will directed at me, pity, is trying to kill a dear friend who wanted to stop by. What am I supposed to do with whores? Who's to blame? Are you a whore? Somebody! Help Miriam, please... Somebody help me.
"Please don't. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
In a vortex of intense confusion, Mio's screams echoed through the empty, white-air corridor.