Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Many nobles, as well as officers, were gathered in the halls for the guests of the Duchy Royal Castle. However, more than half of them have no heart. They look pale. Some of them are even sloppy.

In the meantime, there was a man who depressed his tongue drums on a meal and drink that had been gracefully prepared.

"Hmm, you've come up with something pretty good. You seem to be aware of the dangers of Dylan's lack of power."

If you include the amber drink you see for the first time in your mouth. This rings my throat not expecting it to taste good.

Nevertheless, I think Hanumann. The food suddenly disappeared on the way here, but I wondered if the others in this room had seen the same thing. I escaped the difficulties by picking them out of the villages on the road, but I was wondering if they were in the mood to do it or if they could only hold some money and secure some food. According to the stories of the flying monkeys, Wangdu's grocery store is out of everything to sell.

"Well, you didn't know what happened to the lower stuff. If Goliath must be doing a good job."

The whining words were poisonous. Before I came here, I had already ordered Goliath to leave it to his possessions to secure food. I was thinking about selling it to the others for as high a price as I could. It made me feel cunning.

"Sir O'Khan. Long time no see."

I can inadvertently speak out when I'm alone in my thoughts.

"Oh, isn't that Lord Lacan? Long time no see. How would you like to add or subtract your body? I heard rumors that you were sick, so I told you."

Where did you think you were going? Abdominal arts seem to be good only for aristocrats with boulder power. If there were a knob saddle on this scene, that poor ape would be so leopard weird as to say where he went.

"Much better thanks to you. I am even grateful to Lord O'Khan for his sympathy. But when I gradually returned to the government, I was summoned."

"It is. Sir Lacan's Zero Wolves are the best they can hear. The Duke will be counting on you."

"Ha, as long as you're ashamed to fall on the edge of martial arts"

Joan, Joan.

Something like copper rings and the venue quietly returns. It was a tall frownless majestic man who showed up on sandalwood.

"Well done, gentlemen. You've gathered. I have more to say than this, my lord, so listen carefully."

The prince, who possesses a king who is as tall as he is on the signal, presents himself in a prestigious manner. Doubts have arisen about the presence of the Duke on this occasion in some nobles who had obtained information in advance. But the man in front of him had undoubtedly the majesty of the king, of what was wearing the veil. The fact that Agato was holding back on the side also made it darker. Few people think that guy like a chunk of loyalty won't ever bend his knee to a contradiction.

"Listen, my lords. The rest is King Artisina. There is no other gathering of the Hordes. Because there was a massive rebellion led by the Duke of Azbel, who had more objection to the Chancellor than before. The rest is sad. Something that could also be the Duke has run lightly into the paranoia of rebellion."

There is majesty and irresistible pressure in the words that are uttered on the whole body. For some reason, the back of my chest is hot. I guess everyone gathered is in a similar state. Until recently, the place that was a social place between the nobles had quickly turned into a sort of determined rally filled with enthusiasm.

"Lord O'Khan, let us turn to you. You fool, you defy the rest of the reign and you take down the rebel Azbel!!

"Ha! Let's definitely show him his head!

I should have been willing to ask you about the waiting period in the rear, but now I'm concerned that you have to follow the instructions and discuss it. Hanumann ran out on a small run to his formation so that he could push on to it because he felt like he heard a voice from the inside saying, 'This is fine, come on, move on', bewildered by his own change of heart.

Likewise, the other nobles seem to compete as they rush out with us.

The principals who then returned to their positions immediately signaled their appearance. All of a sudden I had to hurry and prepare myself for the situation around me with my Lord, who was a confused subordinate but had neither the ear to pull nor hear the ear at the earliest.

Only the Duke and the Chancellor, and Agato, remained in the venue where no one had disappeared.

"Pfft, hahahahahahahaha"

A laugh inadvertently crept in and the King, who couldn't stand it, laughed out loud.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't break your face."

The face of the Duke, distorted by the Gunning-nobs, was always the face of the brave Ars himself. Similarly, a red-haired man stands where he should have been previously recognized as the Chancellor.

"Because Sarchese. I planted it in a drink, and I pushed my back just a little bit with my little slice and your skills, and it fits in easily. Truth is, humans are simple."

"I'm human for once, too. But that's fine. That would weaken our general's seal if they bled and took over. War is what feeds the Admiral"

Ars is listening as he rocks his legs on a chair for the Duke to talk about such a surchez.

"Oh boy, I hope you remember that I'm just cooperating. I don't want to be crushed just like how many of our parents are your men."

It is only a light, alus that floats away with a sense of immaturity. Sarchese proceeds without worrying about such a response or the appearance of being offended.

"Of course. That's why I would have helped take that body in. We're all in this together. It's a horn on a rabbit. When those abandoned pawns get hit, make sure they're used to it."

"Oh, leave it to me. I'm growing up with you. Hehe, haha. Then I'll go to them."

I turned my back and left the room waving. Sarchess walks into Bossa's hair and scratches her hands off, telling her to look like that. A small sigh circles one's thoughts.

(That's a hassle because he goes back to being a kid every time the vessel changes. This time, the vessel was broken to keep standing, so it's even worse.)

I lowered my hips abusively to the chair where Ars sat until a moment earlier. Exhales out of his nose as he pokes his cheek cane.

(Well, fine. I wish you would do your job, even if you were out of line. Well, I wonder if you'll do your duty over there. Whether you win or lose, you can involve the army over there and die flashly. Hooray!)

He rose to the balcony with a smile. There we could see the armies of the nobles about to leave the king's capital by raising dust. I fanned and burned them, but I think it would be just a disaster for my men. I laugh lightly with sadness at other personnel only. That look I drop off just seems to mock how the doll dances flashly on the stage.