Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"Aurai, aurai......"

"M-14 to M-22. Check for errors. According to the design drawings, the placement of the stone is five centimeters away."

"M-22, roger. Correct the golem behavior. Over."

At the summit of the mountain, just above my lab, the construction of a lighting facility and dungeon was proceeding at a rapid pitch. The installation of large crystals (made of quartz that can be picked from mines) to incorporate sunlight underground, as well as fibre-optic furnishings (with light intensity adjustment due to refractive index changes) have also been completed. Later, it leaves only the construction of the outer contour, which is for repelling intruders.

That and this is thanks to these mass-produced slaves who have increased their numbers. I camouflaged mine slave procurement and made Rubel buy it, but if I come with him, it's worth the price in the negotiations. Fifty-two new recruits significantly exceeded the number of planned procurements thanks to this. Virgin, virgin, shut up. I also bought some fancy slaves for someone somewhere, and this is the number. Rubel, weigh yourself in. No, it's in my interest, so don't weigh yourself down.

Because of that, I spent some time mourning the slave's brain miso, but it's a great achievement, so let's just say it's good. This is all mass-produced slaves work together. I would be able to shorten the time considerably from the scheduled construction period.

If you move your gaze to the hemline of the mountain, there's a big depressing forest spread out there. It's the result of planting trees from Marlan's terroir, areas close to the climate, and plant-based monsters like Trento. It is already the completion of a great tree sea because the modified elves are keen to take care of them and grow them quickly. There are also other Warcraft-type monsters that Dry has hunted all over the place. Now half the adventurers can't even reach this lighting facility. It's called an elf thing, she does a really good job.

My new lab construction plan, which has been going on since winter, has been going perfectly well.

There are no problems with territorial internal affairs either. The soil modification plan we put in place last year was successfully completed, and we can expect good figures for agricultural yields this year. The security guards are also crushing the bandits with a lot of depression. There is no such thing as peace. The mine is also temporarily operating by putting in a slave miner first. It should be in full swing soon.

Yes, everything should be smooth and full of sails...

"What's up, sir?

Uni, who is always beside me, asks me if I can detect my vague anxiety.

"No, it's nothing. Everything's just going too well. That makes me anxious the other way around. It's just a lost cause."

I said that to convince myself rather than her. [M]

There should be no anxiety whatsoever, but thanks for the chest noise. I think I'm too nervous.

With that in mind, Uni mentioned something unexpected.

"With all due respect, I don't think everything's going well"

"Saying?

"Until now, your husband has focused on the development of the lab, as well as on territorial internal affairs, so I have a dedication that I did not dare to mention. It would be disrespectful to think about it, but didn't you feel unconsciously anxious about it?

Hmm. When she told me to think about it, I did come across an area that I left a little too untouched. Clearly, it stinks, and in addition, I'm talking about an area that I quite neglect myself, so the part I haven't been proactive in.

"Intelligence to the outside world."

"Yes. Until now, your husband has always taken action against your brother's plot and has been passively turned around. As it stands, there is no shortage, but I don't know how long it will last either."

Uni was right. This massive triple dungeon exists just in case, but it's only a lab and shelter. If we lose our legs in political plots and lose our social position, we will be the wings of a drastic reduction in the scale of our research by pulling cages here. It takes a lot of identity to secure a dedicated slave. We have always prevented our brothers from doing so, but if we fail to achieve results, our next hand should become a more powerful, ingenious and elaborate object. You have to reach out to me to do something about it.

This Marlan is almost ready to accept most of the tricks as my territory. But that's only a defense in a cage in orphanage. If the opponent puts his back on it, he will lose one day. Somehow it is the Wang Capital, the center of power in this country that has its opponents. If you give them time, they'll know what to do. When it comes to fighting, there will always be a phase where you need to attack. I'm definitely not ready for that. Instead of being prevented after being conspired against, he actively goes to perceive and crush. Or I don't have the hand to crush the other side from this side.

That is the source of my anxiety and the deficiencies that Uni points out.

"Cheng Cheng, you may say the same thing. It also had the aim of consolidating the protection. It's time to get ready for the attack, right?

"Savvy, I'm afraid"

That's what she says and bows her head deeply. I'm the one who wants to. If I hadn't been specifically pointed out, I might have left this issue alone by deciding to just act like it was.

"All right, if you decide to, let's get it over with. Should I talk to Viktor first, though?

"Yes, it is good to ask someone who is still good at this kind of ritual."

Anyway, he was the one who originally came to explore me. I would know more about this than anyone in my forces. I'm sure you would have given me some good wisdom.

- I should have, but...

"Are you an intelligence agent that can explore the situation in Wang Du? … it must be difficult at the moment."

When I got back to the inn, I asked Viktor, who said that to make the tannic surface.

He is the common son of the Count family and also the concealer of the Marquis. The man who would know the most about my handkerchief about the intricate and strange mechanisms of aristocratic society. Do that victor and say it's hard. This is going to be completely out of my mind in the beginning.

"Is it that hard? For example, I didn't expect you to brainwash a few of the nobles you've been imploring and create an impromptu spy net."

"The other Marquis Lavalle, right? At the time you sent me to you, you assumed that there was a chance that I might turn around. Even if His Excellency doesn't flatter me, I'm about the man who thinks that I might take over the real power of this House and turn against myself. Perhaps now, even if you come into contact with my acquaintance, you're lucky we're doing some kind of conspiracy."

The idea I've tried to put out for a bad scratch, unfortunately, kicks me in the ass. Nevertheless, I have no hesitation with my real father. Well, I can't tell you about people because my real brother is after me for my life.

"Well, is that a detoured offensive attitude counterproductive... I thought it was time to get my hands on it."

"I was just impressed that your Excellency would consider something rare and aristocratic, too. Unfortunately, so far, it will be tough until we reach the king's capital."

Oh, my God, there's nothing I can do about this.

I look up to the ceiling by accident.

"Viktor, you're mean, too, aren't you?

Interrupting there is Jean-Jacques Rubert, the belly-black money Geva Home Secretary.

"What do you mean, Rubel?

"Lord, Viktor says it's hard to explore the political situation in Wang Du under the current circumstances, but he's not opposed to conducting intelligence operations. Do you understand?"

and describe it as water on the stand.

Yeah, I mean?

"Hmm, you mean like this? If you want to shoot the general, shoot the horse first?

"Yeah. It's reckless to suddenly have a handover in the king's capital of Honmaru. That's why we're taking it in from the surrounding lords first. And let me reach out from their side, Your Excellency, and you can take a ride on it. That's your abdominal proposal, isn't it?

Rubel winks with a teary-eyed look.

But unfortunately, I don't have a hobby that pleases me with a man's wink. Even Viktor would.

He exhaled furiously.

"Rubel, don't spoil your Excellency too much. If you don't learn how to cross a noble society by yourself, we'll be in trouble, too, minister.

"That's what I do when it comes to other topics. But it's a very urgent story. If you don't get to the answers as soon as possible, that could be the trouble."

Apparently, Viktor and the others are willing to impose even imperialism on me now.

It's been twenty years since I was born into this world, and I honestly feel pretty late, even so.

"It's better than not doing it."

"It'll always be the same as when the inn was finished, and then we'll have a rundown."

And it was embellished in the candlestick.

I'll also point the water at the silent uni from earlier,

"It's a topic I don't understand."

etc. and is determined not to interfere. Oh, my God, you're turning to the enemy!

I felt like Kaesar, who was betrayed by Brutus, or Nobunaga, who was attacked by Akechi Mitsuji to the main temple. Would there have been a useless use of previous life knowledge before this?

"Lord Chief Maid is the one who did it."

Well, that's why Viktor and I were brainwashed.

"... thank you"

"Uh, yeah. Leave it alone for my aristocracy. So what exactly are we gonna do? Just to be clear, the neighbors don't like me very much either, do they?

Forcefully re-divide the story.

The uptake of the aristocracy around what Rubel calls it is also quite challenging. Anyway, this reputation of mine sucks. I don't think they'll be around any sooner, like nobles who want to get involved.

"If you think so, please hold on tighter."

It ticks me off all the time.

"So that's a challenge for the future... So, what's the plan, Rubel?

"How about being brainwashed from one end?

... I've said something terrible, Koz.

I said I'd slip out, stare at Rubel's face, and try to read the intent. What do you think I'm gonna say this to you? Like Viktor, are you gonna let me figure out the right answer for myself? Then what is the correct answer to Rubel's thinking?

"It's no use reading in depth. This man probably means it."

And I thought about it for now, Viktor, saying it to me.

What? Seriously?

I blinked unexpectedly.

I don't think it was insane enough to make such a rambling suggestion because I like Rubel more than three times to explore the weaknesses of others. I didn't know Viktor wouldn't blame me if I said it at last.

"Finally, I agree. I cannot entrust you with the task of interacting with other nobles and connecting their faces."

"Oh, I see. You know what?"

As far as my assessment of the current situation is concerned, common sense handouts and so on are futile. Then don't hit very hard hands from the beginning. I mean, is that what you mean?

"Please don't be so convinced there... Well, that's why I say it, so it would be good if you would quickly use Lord Dark Elf's Devil's Eye, make him smell suspicious incense, and make him spin his brain around. Whatever, my lord, you're not a very brainwashed gesture, but you don't trust me, do you?

That's certainly true if you ask me. I'm not scared of people who might not listen to me at the heart of it, but I can't use them.

Continue so that Rubel makes up for the aftermath.

"Besides, if you waste your time sloppily, you happen to be the Marquis and your brother will set you up, right? You should be able to build an external intelligence network early before that happens. At any rate, the opponent is the faction itself, a centralist led by the Marquis. If you put the valves together, you won't be able to fight it."

That's true, too. My brother was taken in over there, but he wouldn't mind taking me out to fit that ledge. Until now, it's just an outpost. If you don't know what's in this hand, you might come this time with a big trick that has mobilized all the faction's power. And it's not weird if it's about tomorrow.

Then this one too, we just have to create a faction that will be a battle against it.

Huh? You want me to join some faction? Out of the question. There will be no faction that can easily get a snub like me in, and most importantly, it's decided to be used as a lower end in my life. Some hands take over from the inside, but it is faster and safer to take in the non-factional layers around here.

That's what I was thinking, and Uni raises his hand.

"But isn't that also another excuse for centralist intervention? I think there is a risk that the blatant creation of a valve may lead to a suspicion of conspiracy."

That's a good question.

Viktor has a somewhat pleasant look. I guess I'm glad the expected questions flew in.

"But you won't have to worry about that. Guilty of conspiracy, is the last hand. One Marlan County would have no hesitation, but what would happen if you had taken in more than one neighboring nobleman before that?

"Oh, you know what?"

I was good at it.

"It could trigger civil unrest if more than one nobleman were to be condemned to sin, he said. No, I definitely would if I was suspected of that. When convicted of conspiracy, the sentence is mostly capital punishment. I'd rather go kill back from here than get killed by adults."

And there is no way to believe that the sinned lords will be given a proper trial against the people who are holding the High Court in the Wang capital. With that perception, I would really enlist if I was suspected of conspiracy. Win a compromise by intimidating the centralists with force, or gain momentum to eliminate the totalitarians themselves. Or you can fall the king's capital, and then you can see the proper royalty, and you can change the lord of the throne and dye the situation of the king's capital into your own color. If you are an idiot who doesn't care about the eyes of foreign countries, you may even take them away.

Either way, for the Marquis of Lavalle, it would be a triumph to avoid. Even if we suppress it, it will greatly undermine the power of the country and become a civil unrest without profit. It's the virtual enemies like Zanktogaren or Marlbearer that rejoice. Sure, you'll be able to convert a large number of lords as you wish, but they'll put you in other countries before you get back on your feet. The boulders will not conquer the whole territory, but it is inevitable that they will intervene in civil unrest. If you can push and sell reinforcements of all shapes to try to gain convenience, you can also be created a quote, a puppet regime, supported by the worst rebel side.

The phrase that really set me on fire in an attempt to set up smoke in the absence of fire, is why I would even call the fire thief a feather. It's a good place to end the fall.

Even if we have prevented foreign intervention, we will now have to give a prize to the nobles who were able to crack down on civil unrest. Perhaps it will give the land of the house that was marched and destroyed just like it did. Then another great new lord will be born. Ketching the grace prize, the grievances of the gods will not be quenched and will once again become a spark of rebellion. It is one of the causes of the end of the Shogun of Kamakura. I learned this much in Japanese history when I was a student in my previous life.

"That's the thing. That conspirator seems to be of paramount importance to the protection of the nation. Once a single faction has been formed in the bend, you will not expect to expel this by force. It's where the country breaks down."

"Ten or eighty-nine, it will start with the cleavage of factions using negotiation and intimidation, won't it? But if you brainwash it, you don't have to worry about a renegade being subjected to any manipulation."

"The journey. Understood."

Uni also pulled back convinced.

The more I hear, the more fascinating the proposal is to brainwash neighboring nobles and pawn them.

But as far as I'm concerned, there's a problem I can't see.

"Wait for me.... I understand that you pawn neighbors to work with Wang Du in a ploy. But if I built a big faction, I'd jump over the status of a lord and intervene in a factional rivalry between totalitarians and decentralists - the balance of power in national politics."

"Yeah, that's right"

Viktor, let's see what you can do. Is there a problem with that? That's the face I'm just saying.

"Then you're in trouble. I'm just studying alchemy with my lord and two pairs of grass shoes. Besides, I'm sorry I even got into a massive political conflict."

Yes, it is.

My main business is alchemists. The purpose is immortality, eternal life. It is to stand on a frontier where there is no fear or suffering from that dark and cold death. Definitely not to be involved in a hustling power struggle with the belly-black aristocrats. Aren't they forgetting where they are?

Then Rubel shook his head sideways like trouble.

"My lord, this is the only way to get here. An environment that can be devoted to research on the same scale as it is today must not be left without the status of lord. And more than being a local lord, it's incompatible with the Marquis, who is looking to increase the royal heavens. We have to fight."

Viktor also continued.

"Rubert is right. Until now, it was time to lay low and accumulate strength, so we also had such a ritual in our chest. But with His Excellency's efforts, the land is rapidly becoming rich. Now is your chance to outrun your enemies and gain greater power."

"... the story is getting bigger. I was supposed to talk to you about getting a little intelligence to find Wang Du."

"It must be your fault that the story gets bigger. An arm that easily pawns former adversaries like us for the great purpose of immortality and so forth. What can I say, Your Excellency, that being itself is poison to this world...... no, it is an enemy. Unless Your Excellency accomplishes his purpose or abandons it, the story will swell everywhere."

It's like talking about people as if they were demon kings. I don't think I have that much to say.

"Besides, the beginning in the first place was your brother's hostility, wasn't it? By the time I was in the Wang capital, if I had just brainwashed him and made him a puppet, I would have never been Lord of Marlan, nor would I have imitated him in such a way that I could have laid eyes on Marquis Lavalle."

"I honestly thought if I gave up my position as Countess, my brother would fit in, too. That way, I could focus on research without the hassle or risk of brainwashing badly."

Finally, it was not until Marlan arrived that he was able to establish a method of safely brainwashing his opponents with a level of hostility. If I had performed an impossible surgery on my brother during the Wang du period, I would have borrowed against my surroundings because of the unnatural nature of my words and actions, or in the worst case, made him obsolete and it would have been a major incident.

"Take a sweet look at the affection of the flesh parents. Hey. With me, no matter how I flourish in the future, because I'm not going to forgive that old ugly. … I'd like to kill you with this hand, if I could."

The man, who was abandoned by his father and whose grudge was driving him, shudders so. Is that what it is? Don't you think it's ridiculous to risk your life for that? But, well, everyone can't live happily ever after without it. Even if I achieved immortality, in exchange for that, I would let go of my happy and cultural life, I would think a little.

And Viktor is also an out-of-the-box refracted man. His original political creed is centralised, as is the Marquis. Is it something that hates a man who is a connected father of blood and, above all, a comrade? Well, there will be some effects of the modification that transformed my thinking into my loyalty.

"So let's do that together?

Suddenly it was Uni who said so. In the words, the servants Viktor and Rubel peel their eyes as well.

"Hey, what are you talking about, chief maid? Whatever it is..."

"Marquis Lavalle and Count Linus Ovenil. If we get rid of both, wouldn't that be enough?

"... can you do it?

"If it's Opus Series combat power, it's possible"

Uni to say that without incident.

Indeed, my 'works' have been suspended in combat. It will be difficult to imitate how great it was to seize the throne by taking control of the royal palace, but there will be no creation, such as breaking through the security of a nobleman's mansion and taking the neck of one of its principals.

But no.

"Rejected. Only the Marquis and his brother will die. The surviving centralist lords will gladly begin to oppress us as local lords for revenge. Somehow the leader of the faction was killed, as well as a large man named the Count, even though he was a new student. I can see it as decentralized work, or worse, I can look at myself in conflict with my brother. Then the enemy has just changed, and things will get worse."

Yes, as I repeat from earlier, those two are not the only enemies. A faction to which several nobles belong. That is why Viktor and Rubel and this one began to cling to each other, saying, "Build a valve." However, the death of the two of us will not relieve my worries.

There used to be a person in the world of previous life who renounced, "Death solves everything," etc., but with it we can solve things because he was at the center of the power of the state of the great power, its center. (i) It doesn't seem to fit into my case, which is a regional force.

To my word, Uni bows his head as if he were afraid.

"... I made an unsolicited statement. Forgive me."

"I don't care. Isn't it loyal to give opinions?

"My lord... why can't you behave like a nobleman when you can think of so much?

"You don't die without manners, but if you can't think like this, you die."

Return it to Viktor with a smiley face.

That's a horn, too.

"So as it stands, I see that your proposal is the most logical one."

"I'm afraid so."

"Not bad for hiring... oh, I hate it. How can brainwashing a nobleman be a simple procedure for mass production? I can't believe I have to do a pile of nasty surgery again."

In the meantime, I remember when I brainwashed a ton of elves. They basically need a high degree of autonomy to leave them in those mountain forests and allow them to carry out assaults on intruders. So I did the same level of treatment for each and every one of the "works" since the drying. The same applies to Viktor and Rubert. It was depressing to have to do the same thing as that.

"Please be patient. If you try to create a faction all the time, it will take you dozens of times as long. No, if you're a regular Viscount, you'll have to build a valve first."

Rubel tells him to embarrass the child. Surely what I am saying will be the child's mercy. I don't like it because it's troublesome, what reason doesn't work in an adult society. I can save you more trouble than you can afford, and you're not dressed well enough to keep complaining?

"All right, all right. I'll do it.... Uni, the nobility who came to the feast during this time, the list is done, isn't it?

"Yes, of course, sir."

"Give it to Dry and move her. The implication is... well, if you have plans, come to Marlan and stay for a while. Let's brainwash each and every one of them."

I find it tempting to handle dry after the last time, but she is a hard-working handkerchief. I'm sure you'll do your best this time.

That's where Rubel pinches his mouth.

"Oh, wait. If that's the case, Ning Ro, why don't you send a messenger from the ministerial corps? Of course, with the example brainwashing incense. It would look more natural to put a messenger up and down in advance, just in case they perceive this movement."

Cheng Cheng, that's the best too.

"Are you sure? Then that's a compromise. A messenger from the ministerial corps sends a dry as a first team, so if there is no gap to brainwash the other party. Let's go with this. Ready?"

"I was wondering if you'd mind."

"Bye, Uni. That's the way it's handed out."

"I'm in awe. Instruct the mass-produced types and use tools as soon as possible."

At the same time that she disappeared without a sound, we started getting ready for things.

"And Rubel."

"What is it?

"Can you pick up on some of the aristocrats who plan to brainwash at last, especially of a bad nature? Buy as much resentment from the civilians as you can. I hope so."

When so instructed, he blinks in wonder.

"I don't mind that...... but how do you exchange it? To apologize for brainwashing, are you offering me a territorial breakdown again?

"No way. What's in it for me to do that?

If it were profitable, the reputation of the factions that would be able to do so and the local power of the territory would be a little better. But it's also ridiculous to move for that degree of return. First of all, I'm not going to give it up to the extra room, even though it won't be too much trouble just to pay my own allowance.

"That means, my lord, for your sake... oh, I have a very bad feeling -"

"I agree. I'm sure you're not busy again."

When Rubel puts his hand on his forehead, Viktor grinds heavily too.

You're both rude ministers.

"What? It's not that big of a deal. I just want to do a little prep exercise before I take in the crowd and create a faction and intelligence organization."

"Preliminary exercise, is it?

"Well, advance. Because it's a visible noble organization, not the slaves for research aid or the elves for repelling intruders. You'd need a prior experiment before you could actually make or move it, wouldn't you?

Experiment. Yes, experiment.

Trying to do something unfamiliar always causes problems somewhere. It's only natural that you need to wash it out beforehand.

"And then there's the plan to stop the centralist movement."

"Your experiments and measures, are you?"

"I still only have a feeling I'm not even busy..."

Viktor exhaling serious sighs. It was a caged exhalation of real feeling, like a human being experiencing himself.

- A month later, Brosenne, the king's capital.

The terrace of the Ovenil mansion overlooking the capital's landscape under the refreshing summer sun. That was the exclusive meeting place between Linus Strain Ovenil and the Marquis of Lavalle. It has been a tacit understanding since I went through it on my first visit. The fact that you would prefer the landscape of the royal majestic city to the glorious garden of the aristocracy, etc. might have been an exposition.

Your brother seems to be very active these days.

As usual, the Marquis said so in a caged voice of emotion when he offered his tea from Linus.

"Yeah, I'm hearing you, too. You think you have seats for interaction with small and medium-sized lords around you"

From Linus, it was an incredible thought. That common sense of alchemy madness no longer interacts with other people in the house, etc. From the nature of his knowing brother, and from his ability as a nobleman, I didn't think I could do it at all.

Even in the days of Marlan, which I gave to Turius, I cannot think of a flourishing contact with the surrounding lords. A nobleman is a creature that moves in glory and decency, and for that reason, it hangs horn gold on a raven for dating. Marlan County is a remote part of the kingdom and a lean land again. I seem to have dyed my hands in managing Copper Mountain recently, but it will take a while now before its revenues go up. I don't think I can get along with other houses in such a good mood.

"From what I've pinched in my little ear, they seem to like it a lot. I heard you were a good boy, but some of you are good with people. Ho, I want this old bone to tell me one secret, too."

Marquis, who distorts his mouth but doesn't just laugh at his eyes.

I want to know the secret. I mean, if there's anything behind Turius' movements, he seems to think so.

I also agree with you as Linus. That Turius Shrounan Ovenil will be liked by the other nobles? Impossible. Lack of character, lack of courtesy, and bleed on top of it. There is no way there is such a nobleman who values such a despicable man highly.

So, how? Around there, Linus had no idea.

"Do you have any idea what the secret is?

So I honestly decide to ask them. Something I don't like. An old monster, but wisdom turns. Besides, he was added to the faction for this grandfather's sake, which was the opposite of his original purpose. Without drawing a single piece of wisdom, it wouldn't have fit the bill.

"Well. If you insist, is that the area where your brother keeps you? There are some clues around here."

Alchemy. Not in any other nobleman, that's about it when it comes to the handle in Turius. Are you saying that he prepared some sort of trading material in alchemy for negotiations with other houses?

"If I could find out, I'd be closer to him. However, although Non also had a bite to bite at the restructuring of the ministerial group last year, the person who sent it to the other side apparently called his brother to great attention. Why don't you put it up for work over there, and the brush seems to spin until you know more about it? As long as it's okay."

In other words, the secret detectives are also called pear debris. Worst of all, there's even a fear of being taken in over there.

"I'll do better than I thought, your brother."

…………

I hate to admit it, but I just had to think so. Turius was doing better than he could have imagined. Even territorial management has allowed the desolate fields to regenerate, has also laid hands on Copper Mountain and so far has successfully cut through its own territory. In addition, the hand on this side is swollen. The adventurer, who sent him to complete his stay in the Spring Hall, also returned without obtaining any busy information. It is a secluded place, even if it sends secret detectives by mouth, but it is scarce for people to come and go. Remainders have not been able to make a noticeable investigation and have not achieved much.

Come there and say that you are also interacting well with other lords of the realm. Isn't this how a young nobleman behaves as good as he painted it?

(... No, I won't admit it!

Linus shook his head small to the side.

There is no way that Turius could have accomplished his work as a lord by legitimate means. A heretic child who serves medicine to slaves, chooses his guts out, and cremates them in the garden. That's the good nobility?

I'm not kidding. Then say what your life was. I've worked hard on the crowd so far. Ever since that fool pulled his leg out with a bad review, he's done more than just crowd. Still not paying off, not to mention losing himself to this old scoundrel's running dog.

There must be no Linus, who has taken the straight path, inferior to Turius, who goes the outside way.

It should be.

"Calm down, Count."

"... Ha"

I am embarrassed by the Marquis and untie the fist I had unknowingly gripped.

It seemed like it was getting a little too hot. And the Marquis of Lavalle sips another sip of tea, as he beholds the sight of Niyaniya.

"I don't. I don't know, Count. Can't you face your brother, who's far away, if you're disturbed by all this?

"... as I said"

I listen desperately to the provocative words of the old man. It's the usual hand of this Marquis. Keep this one's mind fully scratched, and pour sulli and his own measures in there. How many times have you been hit by that hand?

Then again, you must whisper a good plan. That's what I thought. Linus makes his residence right.

And the Marquis came and asked him.

"By the way, Count. How old are you?

"Twenty and six, but what's that?

Now Linus looks back. There's no reason I don't even remember the year this monster grandpa faces each other. On the contrary, you should know your birthday. It is an important place of exchange for aristocrats, such as a celebration of a fold, and in the case of a race like this old man, it is even more of a source of conspiracy.

"Not a good year. Aren't you willing to take the back?

"Are you on edge? Unfortunately, we have not been blessed with any good fortune since our engagement broke once..."

I look desperate and pretend to laugh bitterly.

(I don't know what to say, you son of a bitch! Ever since that fool hurt my family name, there's never been a story like that!

My bowels seemed to boil over and over again. There's no reason why any woman would want to come to [Slave Killer] 's house, or any parent would want to send their daughter away. That's why my first fiancée left. It is a year in which some people will want the Count family's qualifications, but Linus has not yet become thirty either. The kind of arrangement aimed at the balls must have been waiting for him now or now when he was getting a little older and showing haste to his daughter-in-law's recipient.

Know it or not - whether you know it or not - the Marquis laughs at Gual.

"Ho ho. I don't have any body. Your uncle doesn't exist like that. So much so that the masculine gesture is no longer sneaky to abandon in life. What do you say we take care of Noon?

That's it, Linus kills the groan up to his throat. Were you looking to take in more Linus in marriage from the end?

(… are those hands edible?)

Old fashioned. If this short man screws you, the centralist stalls will tease. In anticipation of that, there is also the eye of independence again. Marriage and other connections are too profound, and even its potential is lost.

corner, but the moment I tried to utter words that indicated reluctance,

"And if it's my brother's wedding, why don't my brother come to the king's capital? I know it's just the right time to listen to your brother without water."

Pittari and I was stopped from making that move.

You want Turius to come to the king's capital? What is its purpose? What are you thinking?

Linus rotated his head desperately, and realized.

Calling it an invitation to the wedding is a good opportunity to disconnect that from your own territory. The take-up of the surrounding lords has to be interrupted, and there is a good chance that a gap can be made in Marlan's defense. If we can stop here for any reason, we can cut off those already taken in in the meantime, and we can expect agitation from Marlan's ministerial corps.

Above all - if he commits any kind of malfunction in the King's capital, it's possible to cut him off for it. If this happens, there are many people in this city who want to be witnesses.

Until now, Turius has continued to play this trick because it was all set up from this far away place to their home base. What if you could reverse it?... Now we may be able to control that demon's death.

The Marquis is deepening his grin. It was the face of foresight a long time ago, such as the calculation this person gave him.

"Hmm? Isn't that a bad story?

"... right"

Linus got on that hand. I got on.

The measure of killing my brother, who is a disgrace in that house. For this reason alone, we use the sacred marriage. I made that decision.

"With the introduction of the Marquis... let's have a good friendship"

"Hey, hey, hey! I promise to do my best to keep up with your expectations."

The Marquis' high laughter cripples his seizures.

I don't have the fantasy that love is more love than love. But he didn't even take it lightly enough to use it for a subversive M.O., such as the murder of a flesh parent.

Perhaps the wedding day will be decided within a couple of months. No, I'm talking about this schemer. Sometimes it could be next month if it was bad. It's a way to seal Turius' movements, if you hurry, you lose track of time. We must build a family with the dark thoughts behind us that our faces were married by strange women and used to kill our brother.

A new thread was attached to it called marriage, and I approached this old man's puppet once more. Makes me want to scratch my chest.

(That's all I've done, Turius...!

He chose someone to connect his father's blood for conspiracy and even corrupted him into a nauseating old monster's pawn.

I offered you the price to get here.

So,

- Kill you, too, adult.

In the midsummer bright sun, Linus Strain Ovenil sought darkly and underneath.