Next Life

The extraordinary gladiatorial festival ended with Catherine's victory.

"You can't."

What an Augusto III was so crushed.

He seemed dissatisfied that his daughter Catherine had won and two of the remaining three had won until the semifinals.

After the award ceremony, the four Boltners are summoned to the King.

They headed for a luxurious room in a lodging that was appreciated by Boltner.

Katherine was simply looking surprised, but the other three young people are under mild tension.

If you try to be them of ordinary people, the thing called royalty is also equal to the inhabitants of heaven.

Not to mention, depending on your grades, you did a pretty good job at a flurry tournament where you have applications.

What you would expect would be a human being.

The princess Catherine was optimistic.

The young woman did not know whether she could be praised, but thought that she would not be angry.

It would be cruel to blame Catherine.

Because only the person of the day could tell, such as Augusto III's intention to reprimand the four contestants.

"Are you here?"

Augusto III takes a hard look at the four gathered, looking in turn.

For the first time at this time, Catherine thought, "Oh."

Her daughter-in-law sensibly felt her father's grump.

The other three also realize that apparently they have other things to do than work, stretching their spines.

"Catherine first. What's that way of fighting?"

"Ha..."

Catherine is speechless.

"Why did you fight back after they attacked you?

"Eh, taking into account their position..."

He is questioned on top of each other, and elucidates himself in many ways.

If she had done it for real, the player who had probably won outside the final would have passed out doing nothing.

It's not an arm test or anything that happened.

That's how I weighed myself down.

"Don't think about it!

The king drinks.

Catherine only shook her body frighteningly, but the other three felt shivering up to her soul.

It was so powerful by then.

"Didn't I tell you to do everything in your power to defeat your enemies?"

"I'm sorry"

The princess did not excuse herself, but lay her eyes down and apologized.

"Don't separate attack from defense. You said the whole offensive movement was the basics, right?

"Yes, I'm sorry"

The other three were listening to parent-child interactions.

If a princess who wins with overwhelming strength is reprimanded, what will they say?

Cold things flow on their backs.

I'm not dissatisfied with being scolded for good grades.

Their spiritual structure is not built that way.

If Marius found out, he might have wondered, "Are you a brain muscle to the bone marrow?"

After scolding Katherine all the way through, the king's gaze was directed at one of the others.

Swallow the saliva to see if it's here and stretch your spine further.

"You guys had a hard time. Let's take the hopeful as regular soldiers."

For a moment, the three of them did not know what they had been told.

After a few seconds, the joy twitches.

The question as to why Catherine was the only one scolded disappeared in a moment.

"As the hopeful offer to the Marquis of Malt. Back off, please."

The three bow in haste and leave the room in a way that cannot hide their joy and excitement.

After the door closed, Augusto III turned again to his daughter.

"You are more than the rest of the vessel. That's why I want you to continue your refinement."

"Father..."

Catherine is struck in the chest by the words of her loving father, the King, who moisturizes her eyes.

Augusto III coughed again and again in the light.

"Warn me it's the beginning of pride to get out of hand considering someone like the contestants in the tournament right now."

"Yes, sir."

Catherine gives a thank you with a sunny face.

I won with her, but with all the reprimands, it's not very funny.

I was finally convinced that it was a reversal of a lot of expectations and affection.

"By the way, Catherine, that's a different story..."

The princess turns her eyes round when she sees her simple, lucid and lavish father rarely say.

"Father, is something wrong?

"No, I'm interested in the rest. I was wondering if it would be fun to hit each other with Aulanis."

Hearing my father's question, Catherine answered, loosening her cheeks.

Even your father would have died if Aulanis had beaten you.

"Right... right. I didn't know that..."

Augusto III asks his daughter, nodding with a look like he wasn't convinced.

"If the rest offers a beating, how does Aulanis get out?

Catherine gets in trouble for this.

"Um, Aulanis says he ignores the weak even when they challenge him. From that one to what your father is like..."

Against his daughter, who answered with a look of sorry, the Father King

"Hmm. Shall I ask you directly?"

I said and got up.

"Huh? Father, maybe?

Put down the amazing Catherine. Augusto III leaves the room.

Then we headed to the room where Marius and Aulanis were.

Open the door without even knocking. No, yell out loud.

"Let's ask! Sign up for a duel with Aulanis!

In the room were Marius and his wives, and Aulanis.

They were in the midst of admiring the fruit served to Filato.

The nominated Aulanis swallows the peaches and opens his teasing mouth.

"But I say no. Be stronger and come back out."

And I started chewing peaches again.

Silence descends in the room and Marius feels uncomfortable.

Rovisa and Burra look alike.

On the other hand, Augusto III eats down without giving up.

"I hear you're working out your daughter. Wouldn't you mind working out the rest?

Marius wasn't the only one who thought it was your duty as king.

And Marius wanted to think.

Aulanis opens his mouth again.

"No. You're not as stretched out as Catherine."

"How do you know?

Augusto III did not give up.

Aulanis punches his tongue.

I tend to forget, you're right to say she's less known than to say, but she's never long.

"You'll see. Go home because it's depressing."

Clear rejection had been put into various words.

The air turns into something disturbing.

It was Marius who panicked.

If Aulanis were to hurt the king of another country, I'm sorry about the level of bad, etc.

"Hey, Aulanis"

Aulanis glanced at Augusto III, once more tongue-in-cheek at Marius's voice.

"I forgive Marius. Just get lost."

He wasn't killer, but he was enough to suppress the psychology of Augusto III.

King Boltner, who behaved unscrupulously, blued and soaked his sweat on his forehead, left.

"You wouldn't have spared me at all..."

As Marius, we couldn't help protesting.

I can understand the depression of being persistently devoured even if I refuse.

"I made a concession for not knocking him out."

Aulanis proudly breasted, rather than worse.

Marius wondered if he should be thankful or scolded, but ten seconds later he thanked him.

"Oh, thank you. Wouldn't be helpful if you thought about it a little more."

"Hmm. I don't want the guy avoiding fighting me for a reason"

Aulanis says so and turns to Soppo.

I could tell by the look and tone of my voice that I was not being sarcastic but obstinate.

(You didn't deceive me at all...)

As for Marius, he's a bad bat.

I had a vague grin on my cheek for now, but things didn't change a bit.

"Okay, okay, I'll be careful, too. You be careful, too."

I had no choice but to say that Aulanis turned around and laughed.

"Did you take my word for it?

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It was Marius who felt set up.