"Good afternoon, Marquis Hattere"
…… Why are you here?
"It's not unusual, is it? These are my father-in-law's trusted men. I'm going to have to work on them to get the plug."
I can't really say I came to peek because I was wondering how you were doing. In a barn with an iron lattice. The Marquis of Hattere, who was chewing up the absences on the bed, rose up in a panic. The barn containing the Marquis is for nobility.
Unlike the cold, dark dungeons for civilians, the barn for nobility is no different from the barn for civilians where the iron lattice is attached, but the inside of the room is clean and has a bath and toilet. Bathing and meal times have been set, and the prisoner's caretaker is supposed to take care of him, so he was able to stay clean even in captivity.
I didn't get a chance to see the barn so I just observed it here. There was a more comfortable space there than I thought.
"Well, even though you're a prisoner, you're no different from your normal life. Come on. You must be comfortable, huh? Aren't you a little fat?
"Is there any reason for that? I have done nothing wrong. Why don't we get you out of here soon? I'm gonna sue you for disrespect."
"You didn't do anything wrong? Sue?"
When the Marquis asked back because he couldn't forgive his reopening attitude, the Marquis said.
"I was just working with Trojans who were having trouble finding people."
"I'm not looking for people. You let a Trojan spy into our country on that pretext, so you're going to be punished as one of them. What will happen to you, Manon? She won't be guilty, but she will be slandered for her father."
The world is out there, it's cold. And, speaking, the Marquis grabbed the iron lattice and said:
"Don't touch Manon."
"Oh. So it's like I'm not the bad guy? Marquis Hattere? No matter how much you contribute to the Trojan nation, you are nothing but a traitor to this country, Lygia. You know what I mean?
Which is worse? And when I met him, the Marquis asked for it.
"Please, don't put your hands on Manon."
"Then you'll admit your sins, won't you? Depending on your response, I can't be a good person either. You can do what you did to Noah."
If I approached the iron lattice and stuck him around the Marquis' chest with a folded fan, "hiccup," the Marquis raised his pitiful voice and spoke out even though he hadn't even heard it.
"My nanny..., my nanny husband was an anti-Crown of Troy. They were dissatisfied with the current king's politics. The anti-imperial faction is not a single rock, but the second prince who lost his life in a political dispute and the proximity of the third princes are rubbing it under the water. Everyone is trying to put up on the flag those who inherited the blood of the Lord whom they have served and to drag His Majesty down from his throne now."
Thank you for your hard work.
It's a world I'm not interested in that has nothing to do with a power struggle. That's what I want you to do in that country alone.
"They were arguing with the Second Prince and the Third Prince, and the Second Prince had a son raised by the surviving side chamber of the late Prince in the city well grew up as a mercenary, who seemed to excel in martial arts and heroism and pushed the person"
"So the Third Prince in a hurry came to this country to find the prince, remembering the existence of the prince born of the previously forgotten Crown Princess, in order to counter it? That fellow man included Anna, didn't he?
I know the area from Fee before. To say that the anti-monarchists were planning to establish a prince born of the Duke of Menelar, who was the Crown Princess.