My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"That's just great. It's really great."

Finishing the communication in the evil wooden statue, Eolazel leans against the back of the chair.

A little silence comes to the operating meeting room set up in one of the Marquis Monti houses.

Until just now, I'm resting my head a little because of a circular on the content of the operation that I can't miss a word on.

I don't care what you think, I was loaded on my own.

Even with Hydra and the others, I simply didn't have enough hands.

- So, what if the syncs get together?

On such Hydra's suggestion, he spent the number of times the yang rose and sank, resentfully counting.

That's when they got together.

Florentine, who happened to be on the balbalbalant side, immediately joined me and moved.

There was nothing she could do now, so she said she would move herself and quickly became accustomed to the king's capital.

Hariatan gathered for me at the foundations she made like that, in Schlen, Sash, Berge, Ayle, and Lisse.

Sash and Berge are the only ones beside me right now.

"That was critical. I was hoping Ayle and Lisse would come up with a good plan. You're hurting me."

"Right, it was pretty critical. You can't waste a little time when you're about to move."

Those two, who were listening to the operation with Eolazel, seem to have already decided, without any doubts about the fine dust, to move as per that operation.

Sure, it's probably the best hand you can hit as it stands.

No - for a limited period of time and with few bills, I should say I've thought this far often.

At least, in Eolazel and Hydra, it was stuck, no matter what you think.

This situation, in which no opening measures were found, gave rise to a victory path of winning.

That, in probability, is overwhelmingly low and may be a narrow path that you may lose sight of.

But it is indisputably a path that is connected to a chance of winning.

"Then move quickly. You march in the morning and hide in the woods near King Barbarant's capital by night, right?

"Oh. I'm going to hide softly so the beautiful butterflies that dance at night can rest their feathers."

"So if you want to do it, that's it, right?

"Looks like the time has come to try the medicine Karon taught me," Berge stands up, nibbling.

"You don't resist? Like poisoning your own dishes."

"What, the poison is another seasoning. If it's a good poison, I'll find a way to cook it so I can eat it."

"... I'm glad it's hard for you to 'nourish' the poison"

Is that a good thing to say?

Sash and Berge, given what needs to be done, are just leaving the operations conference room.

"... ha"

The tension I've been straining here is loose, and I get out of my body all the time.

The colour of deep fatigue seeps into the usual princely Eolazelle's riddled face.

- It was heavy.

I was going to do it alone at first, but not very much, but the question of succession to the throne was not something I could carry alone.

Not if one of you fails and dies.

However, the weight of others' lives was so heavy that it was not comparable to their own.

I feel caught up in trouble and I'm afraid - the voiced synchronizers gathered and carried overly heavy baggage with me.

I was so happy that I was about to cry. Enough to be held by any of them.

Until just now, I took up a large part of my heart, I am losing anxiety and hard work.

Instead, there is a thank-you to the synchronists.

- If they move, don't worry, I already think.

This is the real deal, and I'd rather be more careful from now on.

Now all I can think about is waving a thank you kiss to them after things are over.

Concon

Such a relaxation, at the same time as the sound of a knock, sinks in the back of my mind again.

"Go ahead."

Coming in is Asic - Asic Zaria Ray Blue Barbarant, who has the right to inherit the first throne for Eolazelle's brother.

"Brother..."

Eolazel laughs at his younger brother, who looks anxious.

"It's okay. My friend moves. Those who depend much more on me."

I didn't know until recently, my own brother.

kinship to the royal family of the Kingdom of Barbarant.

- Ever since I was a little girl, I've heard it's from this royal family. I was told to keep my strength up in case I ever got back to the country, and I've been working out as I am.

I didn't know which royalty.

I also thought it might be a lie somehow, and even if it was true, it doesn't matter now.

I was in an orphanage by the time I got my mind on it.

There is no such thing as untrained life as a royal life that was not originally there, or the life of an identical person.

Honestly, I've even forgotten about that lately - but King Barbarant's breakdown finally gave me a chance to find out about the past.

Well, it's bigger now and I didn't even care.

That King Barbarant is his own father.

That the Queen, the mother of Eolazel, has died after the birth of her second son.

I have been educated as much as possible with the next king, that I have my own brother.

That such a next king, his brother, was expelled from m royal castle by the children of the second queen.

- I didn't mean to get involved, but I was simply interested in something called my own blood ties, so I made myself my brother and looked for a prince named Asiczaria, who was expelled from the royal castle.

And we met here at the Marquis of Monty's.

It was just a matter of interest, but at first glance we understood each other quickly.

Not so long ago, Eolazel and Ashik looked very much alike.

So much so that rumors have just stood that the missing prince is back... and so on because someone who knows Ashik's face saw Eolazel. Well, he disappeared right away.

Asik also seemed to have heard the story of having a "living brother," and immediately acknowledged the existence of Eolazel.

It may be difficult in public, but I am now hiding under the protection of the Marquis of Monti. I don't need a strict attitude or anything in the current situation.

The two talked.

Suddenly there was no way we could... but we just had a calm personality with each other and we didn't need that much time to break it down.

So, Eolazel is heard.

That the mother, who doesn't even know her face, was worried about the eldest son - Eolazelle - who's long gone.

That his father, too, never forgot his eldest son, who was gone.

I'm not stupid with Eolazel.

There's no way I can't find out why I was in an orphanage in Nastiara, not in the capital of King Barbarant.

- And as it were, sooner or later, but surely, Ashik would be killed, too, it was speculative.

I'm not going for the throne.

However, I would like to thank the Second Lady, who would have expelled herself before she could have taken heart.

The reason why Eolazel decided to take Asic's side is around there.

"It's okay, Asik. Tonight's Royal Castle oppression is bound to go well."

My brother, who is more delicate than Eolazelle, seems to be spiritually present before the civil unrest that finally begins.

I can't even do it if it's a party.

Because even Eolazel feels heavy.

"But, brother... I have a crown and a ring to prove my right to inherit the throne..."

"I'll take care of that, too."

I'm worried about civil unrest, but I'm not worried about you at all.

Hydra would definitely do it.

Shortly after this, Asic began moving with the hundred soldiers he had raised the flag of the First Prince and gathered in the Marquis Monti territory.

The mercenaries are already scattered all over the place and are supposed to gather at the same place tonight.

There are no more than two hundred participants in this civil unrest.

Because it's about food and money, and it's about mobility.

- It starts tonight, and it's going to end tonight, no matter what the outcome.