Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Elnes Mansion Grand Hall, Goldonia, Wangdu

A famous singing princess, who knows even the king's name, puts the song on the popular music played by Wang Du's best and reputable celebrities.

Men and women in glossy outfits dance to the examination.

Lord Ernest, how beautiful your son is.

"Is he the man of Lord Samar? I knew it better than just a child, but I grew up in Rin."

"Ho ho, if the two houses are connected, the ties of our traditional aristocracy are increasingly rocky. I don't know, I guess."

Brilliant events are not uncommon in the Wang capital.

Unlike the lord nobles, who have the hassle of moving and lodging, for the nobles who live in the Wang du, the Ball Supper was one of the plans to enter several times a week. Of course, it would be different if kings and special elites were to come.

"Did you hear me say that? The story of Hardlett Borderline Uncle."

"Yeah, it's only natural that the river will flow and the trees will drop their leaves, but this time it's too much for anything. Your Majesty's impression would have gone bad, too. Hey, pleasant, pleasant!

It was also every time rumors that took place beside the dance were accounted for by bad taste.

Cursing Eirich as unconventional, mocking the new nobility as a subspecies of bandits, and sometimes whispering that house among the traditional nobles ~.

Not at all. It was the usual dinner party.

Those who are interested in rumors seem ostensibly sorry for a certain person, and their hearts speak with a full grin.

"Not at all. Lord Beltz's got that one off. It was a great adventure to talk to the Hardlett family."

"I'm sorry for your daughter, but shouldn't we be distracted? Well, let me guess."

"If you ask, your lady treats you like a dog...... no rumors. Who is one of the side rooms with ten prestigious belts ladies...... Kuk"

Belz, the Lord turns his face bright red with anger or shame.

It was a disaster for him that he was coming to Wang Capital at a kinship wedding.

But the calamity continues even further.

You can hear gushing and unusual noises coming from outside the Great Hall.

It sounded like a soldier in armor would fall into the floor, like metal could be tapped to the floor.

"Geez."

"What a deaf ear. Though it will be a pleasure!

The dress courtier hugs her partner in surprise at exaggeration, and the man yells at the servant with this exaggerated method again.

"I'm sorry. The supply must have made a coarse phase. Scold me immediately..."

The same sound sounded again.

One outside the window, one from the balcony, and two in front of the entrance door.

"... a guard."

Before I finish, the front door gets kicked through.

Fine doors decorated with gold and silver fall in, and a group of black clothes run silently into the venue.

The number is a little more than ten.

"Oh, aren't those the suspicious ones!?

"Excuse me! You're being disrespectful! I won't forgive you!

"Uh... when the weird guy comes..."

A clear voice rises from among the bewildered nobles.

"A crook!! Guards -!!"

Experience with past Magrad remnants raids had encouraged the permanent presence of armed guards at nightclubs that were supposed to be ruthless in the Wang capital.

Wearing steel armor, guards armed with shields and spears rush to protect participants.

Raiders are only wrapped in black cloth that sneaks eyes, and armed is probably a knife or a one-handed sword. A fully armed guard seemed capable of fighting enough, even with the agitation of an ambush.

"... the announcement I thought was blind saved my life."

There's no point in someone squealing like that.

As soon as possible, the windows on both sides of the hall are smashed and scattered.

The guard who was running to slaughter the enemy in the front is plunged into the void.

"Fire."

Short orders and the sound of cutting the wind.

And the sound of a crossbow bolt poking at the meat.

"Guh!!

"Yikes!!

"Hey! No!!

Bolts fly from both windows, transformed into huge openings, towards the participants.

The venue was turned into a slaughterhouse by shooting without any dust hesitation from either side towards the participants in the round hips.

"What did the garden guards..."

The man who screamed shut up when he saw the guard scratching his neck off and rolling.

The guard rushes to point the crossbow at the window, but it doesn't aim.

"No, the garden lights are off! I can't see anything!

Raiders aim for glorious indoors.

Guards aim for darkness with eyes accustomed to the light.

It couldn't have been a battle.

The guard with the crossbow immediately wipes out high-powered bolts that even penetrate the armor.

The other guards can't even help the participants without giving in and defending themselves with shields.

"Hide behind me!! Give yourself up and run! Whoever can't get this far, do it just like me!

A man who shouted out loud flipped two tables and invited the nearby ones.

The bolt plural pierces the table, but the thick table of luxury materials cannot be pierced.

A middle-aged man rubs a silk dress on the floor while an elderly lady drops a big ring, while a crying courtier breaks her lace dress, leaning herself at the only safety point in the venue.

"Baron Thames. Well done! Revoke the words you vomited about being a savage new nobleman like joining the army!

"I'll undo what I said as an impolite potato samurai, too. Give it to me at home and I'll talk to you about your debt."

"I hated you, but I don't like you, my friend... so I'm going to give you a servant woman."

Ignore those who speak gratefully. Thames speaks to himself as well.

"The Elnes Mansion is also a centre close to the Royal Palace. The cracking noise of the large window should have echoed in the near field. If enough is enough, the near-field patrol guard rushes. Until then..."

Tames takes a peek at what's going on and then faces out of the shadow of the table.

Bolt pours incessantly and is executed one person and another.

Those who fled were shot relentlessly, and those who were bolted to their backs and feet fell to the floor and cried.

"There's no slice of shooting in the crossbow you're not supposed to be able to fire, don't bring more than one person in."

Crossbows are never inexpensive weapons.

Moreover, it is a substitute that cannot be brought to the King's capital without a clear reason and identity due to its power and ease.

There couldn't be more than a hundred thieves.

"A flashy punch, attracting guards to the front, a simultaneous attack with secretly deployed side forces breathing... not the way to fight thieves in the first place"

The old man's scream is followed by a sad voice.

"His Excellency the Minister of Agriculture has been hit! Somebody help! Lord Ernes-!"

"My lord, you are also unconscious with arrows -!!

An old butler stood up in a hurry bolted to his forehead and cramped as he stood.

"Sir Beltz is left behind!

"I can't save you anymore! We can do this one when we get out there to help!

A man fleeing abandoning his belt lord sitting in the middle of the hall jumps into the shadow of the table.

Tames looked calmly at the situation, whilst pounding his tongue.

Imitating him, multiple tables have been knocked down to serve as a simple barrier.

A good number of guards had also been killed, but those who survived had taken an attitude to defend the table.

"Fortunately, the walls of the hall are thick stone, so it's impossible to break them. Put your back on the wall and arrange a shield and a table in the front, and we can handle the seat."

Do the guards understand? Keep both sides at the table and guide everyone to the wall.

As usual, the bolts are released, but those who can be shot are no longer coming out.

If you clear your ears, you can also hear the sound of knocking on the gate outside.

The Wang Metropolitan Guard rushed in.

"If we all solidify and defend ourselves in disappointment..."

Tames noticed all the time.

Those who survive will dongle to enter the shadows of the table and the shield.

The enemy does not come aboard only by shooting from outside the window.

The group in black also barely moves from near the entrance.

"How about it!!

Screaming was already slow.

A pottery cylinder flies as you draw a parabola.

A small burning cloth on the tip...

The cylinder hits the feet and tables of those gathered.

Describing it as' burning up 'or something like that is close to a sudden explosion.

Screaming is the earliest way in. I don't know whose it belongs.

A golden dress, a silk dress, and a glossy lace.

It burns up like a leaf of a tree.

"Oil!? No gunpowder!? Why is that..."

The bolt never stood on Tames, who stood up flat.

Instead a firehand rises from the mansion's mother house and annex.

In addition, the neighborhood is surrounded by explosions and flames.

"No... not a crook... this is... this is..."

It was only a matter of time before the Great Hall was burned down by a cylinder that simultaneously caused an explosion and combustion.

Tames taps the flame that burns his shoulder and extinguishes it, fluttering and walking to the exit.

"Ouch... Ouch no!

Lift the boring young lady with her arms pierced by bolts.

"Hot... I'm helping..."

Take off your burning dress and carry a half-naked woman on your shoulder.

"Ha, shi... Ke..."

The explosion leaves a young man with a torn stomach and a spilled gut, shaking his head.

"What... what..."

He then sits down on the floor and reaches out to the man who has shuddered him.

"Yes, no, I'm intact. I can walk myself."

The man punches himself in the head with his fist and then stands up completely.

"I can't believe you're frightened and intact right in front of the enemy. You're lucky."

The man returns it with a cramped face.

"Say stupid. They called me at a relative's wedding. You should be lucky."

"That's right."

Tames laughed, knowing carelessly.

The smile disappears in an instant, too.

"His Excellency the Minister of Agriculture has been hit in the leg and bleeding terribly. The clerk over there won't help either."

"Uncle Hisar rarely stabbed where he fell with a bolt, and kept it all together. Ernest, my lord... Ugh, this is terrible! What an injury!!

Minister, Head Home Secretary, Count, Viscount -.

High-ranking nobles, known as His Excellency, had fallen and bled, or were burned with their white eyes pointed at the ceiling.

"Whoever did it. I'm sorry about the importance. This is going to be a big deal..."

At the same time as Beltz groaned, the Wang Metropolitan Guard entered the mansion and began extinguishing fire and rescuing the wounded.

"That will be the report. We have already sent an expedition to His Majesty, regardless. As soon as you wake up, you will have your recall life. I don't think he's already asleep."

Kenneth stiff for a few seconds after receiving a report from Tulgar.

Calmly, calmly and finely moving his expression showed his amazement.

"The Minister of Agriculture said that he was deep in his legs, that he had not yet taken off the danger of his life, and that even if he had taken his life, his leg was inevitable. You will need a replacement as soon as possible."

Kenneth nods finely and again to calm her mind.

"The lead interior official sent in with liver is dead, and Uncle Schrezer, who had entrusted the former Liberty region with the roundup, is also reporting an immediate death. Venue owner Marquis Ernes gets three arrows in the anus and gets a deep hand"

The only reason I narrow my tight eyes is because when I get distracted, I open my eyes.

"There are numerous other dead, wounded… there are also victims in each family son, the lady. Marital policy will be drastically revised."

After a lot of silence, Kenneth sits in a chair without making a sound.

It was an instinctive move to glance at the guards walking around the mansion properly.

"I heard that the raid was heavily crossbowed and special gunpowder used and highly controlled. After a slightly less than sufficient attack, the guards had to prioritize rescue and extinguishing the fire that prevented the burning to the Royal Palace by setting fire to the Ernese and adjacent mansions and fleeing into smoke. Nothing short of brilliant."

"Few people can prepare this many raiders. Everyone at the venue was a traditional nobleman and his descendants."

Tulgar nods, and Kenneth continues.

"It can't be Radharde. Anyway, if you're going to assassinate one or two people in the shade of the night, you can't make such a catastrophe look like an accident or the work of a thief. The impotence is too much. Maybe if you're pushed too far."

"There are absolute contraindications, such as the fire in the Wang capital, and if the military commissioner is an idiot who does this, he has no difficulty in protesting. It's still more agreeable to think of ourselves as our do-it-yourself."

The two said face-to-face at the same time.

"" Hardlet ""

Those who give other answers in this situation cannot live in the palace.

"Crude indiscriminate disregard for leading raiders, abundant weapons, contraindications, etc. It all applies."

Tulgar adds to Kenneth's words.

"According to what the survivors said, those who were hostile to Hardlett, starting with Uncle Schrazer, seemed to have been targeted intensively. Uncle Beltz, who put his daughter in the sideroom, said he was in front of the enemy but was not attacked at all."

"That's settled. I can't think of anything else."

It was Kenneth's usual to read the back, but he didn't even have to look back to get it all this far.

"Report to Your Majesty?

"No, I'll just tell you the facts until I find direct evidence. List the disturbances caused by those murdered as personal opinions with the hardlets. No need to exaggerate."

"This is so blatant that I want proof to deny this selfie."

Next to Tulgar compiling the report, Kenneth looked to the moon of the dark night.

"My eyes were not wrong. No rush, no hardlets."

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 26, spring.

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