Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

It is about one day. Linus Strain Ovenil, the young head of the Count Ovenil family, was welcoming an unexpected visitor to his mansion.

"Sudden visit, Count Ai 'sorry"

"No, the last seat of kingdom aristocracy with me. If it also gives the Count and others a disproportionate place, it is the duty of the Marquis to prepare for a more unexpected visit on a daily basis."

Linus bowed his head respectfully to the person as he lurked his isolation into the softly wrapped words.

The guest's name is Marquis Lavalle. He was an old man whose wrinkled face had all his hair gray. He is a grand nobleman who boasts a great seal, but also a leader of a party who should be called a centralist, so to speak, who complains that foreign threats should be preached and united under the royal family.

- What is centralisation? It is the stability of the depository territory that will be the monopoly of the royal clan screen nobility.

For Linus, who believes so, he was also exactly the opposite.

But no matter what you think in your belly, your opponent goes up on the throne. Lost in position, and young Linus, anyway, has no choice but to get out poorly.

"Folders, we have good tea leaves inside. I'd like to treat you, if you don't mind."

"In the corner, let's have it."

I manage to push him to death that he's about to leak his tongue.

I would have liked to drink all those nameleaves on my own if it was true. Even if not, I wanted to at least have a drink with someone I could forgive. I don't even want to give a drop of tea-picked water to Monster Grandpa and others who are looking to oppress the crowd with the royal glory of Kasashi. But in the unlikely event that they find out that they have spared a good cup of tea for their visitors, etc., buying mockery in the social world is a must. Low reputation originally due to that fool's brother will fall even further.

(Because of that monster, I am not free to make a single cup of tea...)

With a deep heart, I order the deacon to prepare for the tea party.

Linus guided the Marquis to the terrace facing the street. There are still slight traces of cremation in the garden where my brother incinerated the experimental body. I hated being able to see it.

"Well, enjoy a cup of tea overlooking the streets of Wang Du."

"… I was foolish to think that you preferred such a preference"

I feel like I've been rubbed for not letting myself through the garden, and I even say words I don't need.

"Aren't you interested in the gardens of feudal nobility? We are desperately cutting our territory and offering it to the royal family. Exquisite, comfort your heart with a view of the king's garden, the owner, even the view of this city '

It was a dialogue that could not be interpreted that way. A statement that may take a fried leg is a silence.

After Linus, who hacked and did his hand to his mouth, Marquis Lavalle was carrying a brewed cup of tea with a gentle service to his mouth. Haven't you noticed or missed it? When you think of the years when the person in front of you has come swimming in politics, you must not feel that it is the latter.

The Marquis raised his face when he tasted two or three bites of red ball-colored liquid and no sound.

"The flavors of the South are soggy. It tastes like a good leaf in the sun. Are you from Omnia? And the place I picked it was around the early summer.... don't have a good taste in it, Count."

"I'm afraid so."

Abominably it was the right answer. Now if you have even given a rare answer, you can laugh at it later.

Linus conceals hostility with her eyes narrowed to the shape of a laugh. Before that, the Marquis picks tea sweets and enjoys tea.

"Um, don't you even think about dating? Young but made. Well, the response was enjoyed to the fullest. Let's go with what we came up with today."

"Yes, please accept."

Linus replies resolutely to his opponent, who puts the cup down and turns a favorable grin. When they're holding the pace, I think to myself. How about this steadfastness of your own against the Marquis, who approaches us only softly. It was the very creation of a young man to be taken by old politicians.

So what, I guess.

It is erroneous from the beginning, such as supposing that it is not flushed by the flow made by this mature sleeper. I am determined to be flushed no matter what happens to me, such as when I am a young man. Then I dare you to hold on. Anyway, consolidate your protection and avoid only that the place that will eventually flow will be completely in the other person's medicine cage.

To him cementing such thoughts, the Marquis showed the paper paperwork spread over the table.

"Recently, there was such a notification to the court. The sender is your brother."

"Is this… the new holding of the ministerial corps and the desire for a public offering in the Wang capital?"

I thought I'd do it. They sent it off without any hectic power to make it do it again. I was going to multiply this by letting my breathing man get inside me and grab something that could stop that Turius breath root.

But more importantly, I didn't expect to imitate it like it would cross to the Marquis de la Valle.

(That asshole...! He's an enemy to you, too, is he?

A bloodthirsty old wolf who rots in shredding the territory of other nobles. Such is who the Marquis is. Anything but good food, such as a new Viscount who has just been established and transferred to the Territory. Why are you exposing your weaknesses?

... must behave like a fool.

It's out of the question if you imitated this without any intention, and if you gave it to that political opponent after reading your own measures, which are your brother, I just think you lack the political sense. Again, for Linus as well as for Turius, this old nobleman is a potential enemy.

Successfully carrying enemy enemies on your side is a temporary matter. Or just in the foot-colored painted hero Tan. In reality, it is the mountain of Sekiyama that conjures the metaphor of cunning to death and simmering a running dog. In this case, Turius intended to set Linus on fire, as if he had set himself on fire after that.

It's about the alchemy madness. There was also the possibility that he did not solve one politically oriented story, but simply sent the wishing line to the Wang Capital in a pompous manner. Either way, there is no way to save him. I didn't want to save you from the start, so I wanted you to be alone if you were going to ruin it.

"It's an embarrassing story. I seem to have disgraced you with all the shame in the house."

"The left-handed way of saying it is stopped. He doesn't like his brother, does he?

I don't give a whitewash of anything. Because if you affirm that word, you will admit that you did not give enough treatment to the territory that you keep in the name of being given to you by the King with your private emotions. It is true, but it is not such a fact that it can be honestly returned to the person in front of it.

Linus became the feather to taste the ordeal of lifting the man he hated the most in the world against his greatest enemy in this city.

"Wow, I also seemed blinded by my brother's talent... I was wondering if I could discretion his land enough, even with this degree of ministry. haha......"

I feel the corner of my mouth lifted to a loving laugh, hiccups and cramps. My mouth was rotten.

The Marquis laughs delightfully.

"Ho ho! It would be, wouldn't it? Well, it's hard to be a manipulator, Count."

"… yes, you're right"

Kill. Turius will definitely kill him next.

While secretly solidifying his intentions, he tried to keep a flat face and asked.

"Do, it's a wish more than a fool's brother, but how will they treat you?

Is the fact that I came all the way out here to carry it from hand to hand going to give it to me and make me squash it? Or will we try to recruit people on Linus' initiative so that we can send them to Turius as we please? That's how I sell favors to myself, a young man of the rival faction, to make this separation. It seemed like a possible story.

"What does it mean to deal with it?

"... Huh?

To Linus, who rounds his eyes and mouth to an unexpected answer, the old nobleman leaked a man's bad grin.

"Permission has already been given"

"... Ha!?

The young Count finally floats down without losing face.

Towards him like that, the old Marquis made him refer to a widened written statement.

"Look closely, this document is a copy. The real one is already accepted and the public offering begins in no time. It will reach your ears in some way in the near future. Non came to teach me beforehand not to scratch the shame I didn't need to be there."

"Hey, hey... Huh!?

If you ask me, the smell of ink has no sign of a new rain storm on the paper. It was recently written on a brand new piece of paper.

Didn't you notice at the point of paper in the first place? If you are a kingdom aristocrat who values tradition and format, then this is how you use parchment. No matter how much Turius won't even hang on his nose, such as noble common sense, that's about as much to protect, and there's no way this old man won't say anything if he doesn't.

Linus can't forbid blushing to the fact that he didn't even realize that.

Marquis Lavalle said quietly.

"Unfortunately, Nan was able to learn in advance about the announcement of the public offering. Because it's a corner, I've chosen a few of my sons."

"What?

The thought was still strong as I put the question mark on my tongue. It is imperative that its breathtaking children be sent at a time when they show a gap to the centralists. Again, this old man does not do a long imitation of leaving Turius alone, etc.

So why are you telling yourself that?

"Do you have any talent for your brother, too? By getting him to respond to the public offer early."

…………

"Why don't we set up some pretty brothers together, Count?

Oh, I mean, is that what you mean? Linus finally realized,

The dissonance between Linus and Turius, and the consequent deportation of the de facto king's capital, the Marquis de Lavalle, who read the picture, also predicted that he would unleash a secret detective who would probe Marlan by multiplying it with a new embrace. And by showing them the movement to synchronize with it, I want people around me to think that I've tied hands with Linus.

In that case, it is seen that the Count of Ovenil granted it to the centralists. The Marquis' hostile faction just loses a whole Count's share of influence, or even loses its authority by sending out a renegade. So, the centralists aren't going to have a bug in the lion, Linus, which was unintentionally incorporated? It won't.

When this mystery continues, the fait accompli remains that Linus did the conspiracy against his brother with the help of the Marquis, even if he had no intention of doing so. It's a huge debt to the centralists. If you scorn this, you owe me enough to avoid dating from other houses as an ungrateful man. The forthcoming Count of Ovenil family is driven into a situation where they do not stand. And even if I stopped standing, no one would help me. It is a difficult traitor for the centralists, for the newcomers who have just turned their backs, and for the opposite decentralists. Even if someone reached out, they would use that new debt as a shield to devour even the bone marrow. If you don't like that, you have nothing but to follow this old politician......

I'm flabbergasted by the facts I've noticed.

With such a hindsight of him, the Marquis stood up softly.

"Excuse me, you seem to have stayed a little too long. I still promise to meet people after this. That's it for today."

After all, there is no mistake in speculating about this behavior that will defy our future relationship. But that's why I couldn't help it.

"Oh, wait, my Lord Marquis!

Marquis Lavalle smiled at Linus, who awoke herself by kicking her chair in a rude manner.

"Let me introduce you to a friend I'll meet after this. He said," He was a young man with a little bit of a hand, but a little bit of a temper. "

"... cum"

What the word means is the truth.

- I'm not retarded, but I'm too passive about the conspiracy. We still don't have enough refinement, young man.

- At the end of the day, I will do a point that extends to what I notice on the drawing surface, but other than that, there are many shortfalls. Especially since I couldn't get an immediate effective hand on this trick.

It was such a hard assessment.

(Got hit......!

They put him on the other side, and then they saw him through to the weight. Perhaps it was also in the test that I tried to widen the written copy on the paper. This one doesn't hurt a lot to be seen through. Either way, the plan was already set up before this old man visited the mansion. Polar theory, this Marquis only met Linus and served him a cup of tea, fulfilling enough winning conditions.

"Yeah, well, let's also tell him 'the tea hobby was good'"

Finally, he even gives me such a declaration of victory, and the Marquis leaves the terrace behind.

Linus couldn't go after it. I didn't even come up with the idea of what to do after it.

It is a complete defeat.

I lost sight of Lavalle, and after a while,

"... Damn!

Making a shitty noise, the tea vessel on the table was broken.

Everything was crushed: cups, saucers, pots from the hands of celebrities.

Shattered fragments hanging, stepping down the heel of the shoe many times.

Even if everything turns into wood dust, anger doesn't subside. It doesn't fit.

"... Hih!?

Suddenly, he turns reflexively to a voice hung from behind him.

What stood there was a woman dressed to such an extent as crude, but hardly unclean.

A slave woman, a domestic servant, screamed at Linus, who scattered in exaggeration... that would be the place.

The female slave, who would have appeared in the cleanup, has a gaze at him that even the monster sees.

"What, those eyes...?

"Yes, what, uh"

I'll give it back to you, and the female slaves shudder and fall back.

What the hell is this?

Why do you look at yourself like that?

... because this house was a mansion that had [slave-killer] monsters?

... so you see yourself with eyes that look at such a monster?

"'Don't look at me like that' Huh!!

A reflexively chanted magic of obedience captured the woman of slavery.

Following the magic of running into the surgical ceremony, the eyelids are forced to close tightly.

"No, please stop, my lord!

Suddenly perplexed by her closed sight, the slave woman framed herself and begged for forgiveness.

The voice that invites pity also causes frustration.

Once, there was such a constant voice in the basement of this house.

Now Turius, the second son, the man who was supposed to have banished him to the land of Marlan far away.

It was the same voice he kept causing the slaves to continue to frustrate and raise.

"Shut up, shut up! Why do I have to hear that now!? Why do you still have to look at me like that!?

Summoning, he rides to the woman and slaps her on the cheek.

Beat it again, again, again, again.

Each time the slave begged for forgiveness with an unusual voice. Half the time, I let that voice seep through my giving up that I wouldn't be heard.

This slave is uncomfortable with everything. I would have chosen something at least that looked good because I would put it around me, but it makes me nauseous at the colour of the blush on which its face floats. It swells up as I beat him, but reminds me of when my brother chose the first slave.

... I was going crazy.

This frustration, this outrage, this disgust, must be spewed out promptly.

Faithful to it, which also resembled a sense of duty, Linus put his hands on the clothing of a slave.

"Stop,... oh, what, what...? No, don't..."

You instinctively figured out what you were going to be doing, even though you were forbidden to see it. The slave woman tries to refuse.

But...

The sound of tearing clothes that echoed the mansion resembled screaming somewhere, as the used metaphor suggests.

"Huh... Huh... Huh... Huh..."

When I realized it was night.

My belly is also much reduced. I don't even care about the butler, what he could have called me about.

With that in mind, Linus realized.

Now I seem to be hesitant to speak up if I am a conscientious person.

The slave, who was the target of eight hits, is hard covered with a cloth cut that stretches out the wreckage of his garment to the fullest extent. She was crying. He cried as though he could not believe it, such as when the Lord made such an invisibility of himself.

I also feel like I treated this woman dearly for a slave. I used to do enough to slaughter a slave to make a mistake.

That was also the fault of Turius. Because he kills so many slaves, he and his father had no more hands up to slaves for fear of the public.

Yet this woman did not even distinguish herself from that demon.

Until today, I saw myself with those eyes, even though I did it alive and didn't raise my hand.

"You're ugly, slave."

"Hih..."

"I'm done for. Get lost."

Cold and awesome, the female slave crawls away from the spot with Noronoro in tremor. Can't you stand with your hips falling out? It was an unusual outfit. Ass exposed to clumsiness Perhaps the bill that stays bright in the moonlight is what I left behind? The memories in the middle of things were vague.

"... come on, what are you doing I am!?

Humiliation and defeat treated as good by the Marquis. If you reverse it, you will destroy expensive tea tools, and you will still not fit into slavery. It is a behavior that the Count Principal does not deserve.

Especially having crossed the last line was the worst. If you do poorly, this could be the original birth of Linus' first child. A bastard with the blood of a slave. If so, it is more taboo than killing slaves in an aristocratic society that exalts blood dignity.

... Kill him?

More thought now runs behind Linus's brain.

But you can't do that either. You treat slaves the way you want, kill them.

It's like...

"- Aren't I like Turius's kind...!

It is an outer path that I do not even want to think divided the blood. On top of this, I don't want to fall into the same row... The perception, albeit in a distorted form, protected Linus' last physique.

And it is my brother Turius who is so abominable. This cause also ends in the fact that he sent a plea in a more perceived way to the Marquis Lavalle than any other. No matter how much I didn't want to give that to Linus, there had to have been other hitters. If you are at least a factional rival faction of decentralized nobility, or a last resort where even centralists can't handle such cases, or simply harass your brother, there are more moderate opponents to rot against. Yet why bother picking the worst person?

Linus recognised that he was still a child. Turius Shrounan Ovenil... that man is a seed of evil that continues to tilt the Ovenil house as long as it exists in the world.

From birth, I think so. Turius was born, and my mother died. My mother in memory was a weak woman. I couldn't get out strong with my father, and he always looked like he was telling the truth. But he was always nice to Linus. He had no obvious flaws, but was a mediocre child, and his father, who was in a hurry to succeed him excellently, was being harshly discouraged. I can say that I am who I am now because of it, but my father, who puts his stupidity on the shelf and says nothing but impotence to his children, did not like it. Linus believes that I was able to endure those days because my mother sheltered herself in the shade and comforted me. It was Turius who killed the mother. It cannot be changed that my mother was lost because of the presence of an array in such places as postpartum fatigue.

As his father grew long, he adored Turius, who had been a little wise since childhood. Linus is treated cold as throwing away a tired toy, and will grow up looking at his brother, who is spoiled by his father, for the majority of his childhood. I remember those days. So my brother was unusual. Although it was to learn the words that I was in a state of procrastination, by the time I was four, I had instead used the adult-faced tongue and instantly mastered the initial magic. My father was a prodigy. He praised me for being a genius, but Turius at the time had a cold face somewhere. It was more of an adult eye seeing a childish hungry ghost than a child.

A father who trumpeted himself, his eldest son, as falling short of expectations, would also be betrayed by the expectations he had placed on his brother. Alchemy being turned away as the business of a despicable con man. Turius got enthusiastic about such things for some reason. My father sent me to buy slaves for the study of manservants in an attempt to divert my brother's interest from alchemy, but there Arre chose to come a dying child with a crushed face. I thought it was crazy. My father would have thought so, too. But most of all, it was his skill that was insane. Self-taught alchemy and simple curative magic brought the semi-dead back to life beautifully. When my father labored him with his cramped face, he distanced himself for a while and made him do whatever he wanted. The feeling of repentance and the love of a father who thinks of my child's talents, I guess that equilibrium made him do so. That was the biggest mistake I ever made.

I guess I considered my father's attitude to acquiescence to alchemy. Turius then indulged in a study that strayed from the normal track. When you skillfully plant that first slave as your assistant, you start selling out independently formulated potions and getting a source of funding that doesn't depend on your home. He bought it one new slave after another on the skin and called it an experiment and killed it. How many on earth were you killing at the time of discovery? In response to his father, who lost his complexion and questioned him, Turius said he was out.

"Father, does the law dictate that slaves may be handled by their owners? Then there's no problem."

and.

'Besides, most nobles kill slaves with eclampsia, but I'm doing it because it's a useful experiment. Yeah, if I may add, I'm not killing you because I want to, too. Experiments mostly just kill you. See, some slaves live properly like Uni, don't they?

I thought it was the devil's word. I guess my father thought the same thing, grabbing his hand with a blue-faced face, as he was pulling straight up to the church and crying to the cleric. He asked me to teach the devil from my children.

But incredibly, the devil was not possessed. Neither sensory magic nor sacred relics could find demonic evil from him. To his dismay, Turius said that he let the wording of the Bible triumph like a waste, and on the contrary bought cheer from the cleric. Linus still thinks that the cleric must be a Mogri traitor. If this M.O. is not the devil, where the hell is the devil in this world? No, in the cleric's view, the devil meant 'not possessed'. Then I guess Turius himself is the devil.

The Ovenil family from then on, every day was hell. Experiments with slaves as offerings continue in the cellar, and dead slaves are frequently razed in the garden. The smell of death and the burning of bone meat stained everywhere, and the family was sick of it, and those who quit continued to follow.

Not once or twice has Linus himself been ridiculed by the younger nobleman's younger brother, who is supposed to be understated, for "stinking around the Ovenil Mansion". I was also given a pillow that I overlooked when dealing with merchants in the city: "Of that Ovenil family..." The traditions and possessions of the Count Ovenil family had been disintegrating in the presence of one Turius.

When my father became ill and several slaves who survived the experiment began to imitate every housekeeper in the mansion, the overwhelmed Linus drove his brother to the neighboring country. The destination is the Academy of Magic Instruction. Do as much as you like if you want to do research. So at the very least, stay out of our sight - such a wish is vain, and in just one year that monster has returned to the mansion. Duel noise, etc., and also after applying mud to the family name.

Shortly after he returned home, my father died. Until now my father, who was frightened of Turius, could not even leave a will that made sense. I even hated my father, but it was more pathetic than that. No, it was horrible. Because without my father, only the insane slave killing of alchemy would make me my own flesh parent.

And now Turius is running down the road to ruin with himself on the road. Hook up properly to the stretched spider's nest of the Marquis Lavalle.

"... oh, shit! Give it back, you demon!

monologue, scratching his head with both hands .

Think back half your life and be sure. Linus Strain Ovenil's life was doomed because of his brother Turius. Had it not been for him, he would have been inevitable to hold on to his father, but he would still have lived a little more peacefully, at least a noble life in other households. My mother would still be alive if she lived with such a monster in her womb.

"Again, I have to kill you"

If we do not, this house will not be saved. At the earliest possible time, it would be difficult to avoid the House of the Counts of Ovenil being incorporated into the centralists of the Marquis of Lavalle. The territory could be shredded a little too.

But in exchange, only Turius kills. I am the root of this Ovenil family. We need to remove it. There's no survival or shit in your house. If this happens, I'll use what I can use, Marquis or whoever it is. I can't choose the means. Regardless, if you turn down your hindsight worries, the centralists will also crush you. Because where they crushed Turius, which way is the end when they crush him?

But I'll have no choice but to join hands until I finish that helpless fool's brother.

"Oh, I suppose so. Turn the devil against the enemy. … Otherwise, let's join hands."

It's better than the devil to be a monster like Lavalle.

When I think about it, I feel a little distracted.

Thinking only of killing Turius, the situation is not pessimistic now. In addition to his own handkerchief, he can even use the talent of the Marquis.

... a painful debt would carry in. but fortunately I am young. That old marquis is old enough to get old enough. Unless you die prematurely or that is also a real monster, surely the other one dies first. If you can stand it until then, Linus wins.

"What were you messing with, I..."

I felt strangely confused because I cleared up the depression that had accumulated in the accumulation. That makes me feel a little sorry for that slave, too. but would be reasonably good. Let me grasp some of my apologies later. If you have some feelings, you won't be able to brag about the Count's hand.

More than that, Linus grabbed his brother's steeple sooner and couldn't help but want to kill him.

Unexpectedly, the night breeze stroked my cheek.

If you look, it's the third moon outside the window. As I saw it, the mouth of the young Count was distorted.

"Turius... you are the naked king of the slaves. Before a real aristocratic conspiracy, know that the lowly servants are powerless."

"- And my brother's probably thinking about it by now."