Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

The work entrusted to him was still harsh.

I am thoroughly planted by the maid of the mansion, not to be ashamed to be the one to serve the nobility first, assuming. He was taught carefully how to walk with his mouth and how to show gratitude according to the person's identity. The samurai who taught it to her was clearly looking down at this one. Because I'm a slave. At first it was the human possession of the main muscle, so it was not treated like a broken handful, but it was something that I had been snoring at with that hand by touching her folds. If you make a mistake, you will be relentlessly hit, and being scolded for your vile self is a daily routine.

She didn't defend herself against it a word or two. Whatever the method of education, there was no problem with the content, and above all, it was for the Lord. For him, for him for one thing. As the given name suggests, she can accept the teachings. About three years later, when the moon had passed and several maidens had left the mansion as if they could not stand the Lord's work, she had completed as a small, yet not ashamed, maid to go anywhere.

The body was also trained with it. Start with it, just run wild. He said he was going to build his body from the ground up so that he could withstand the training he was going to apply. That was similar to the task of working out steel. And iron shall be cut to waste, and given firmness, and strength, so that it may never be broken, so that it may not enter. Once some strength was attached, there was an increase in the archery of the basic sword. If it is not good to have a predetermined mould, within the unstretched hands and feet, it is allowed to repeat only the foundation thoroughly. That's what I ordered. His teaching was more useful than, or coaching a man as a coach.

She didn't make any weak noises about it. For the stronger, the faster, the better, the more I saw the joyful face of the Lord. For him, for him for one thing. As the given name suggests, she stacks up that training. A year or so later, when the man who had contracted a coach for the Lord's cause began to increase the volume of alcohol, she was strong enough to beat the cohort of adults.

More magic and wildfire education begins in the vicinity where body art and sword moves have become objects to some extent. The magic she showed particular aptitude were two attributes: wind and earth. She was surprised that the woman who taught me, that she was an adventurer, was rare to specialize in conflicting attributes. Novo's training was, in some ways, harsher than others. Especially in covert training. I was very comfortable with training to disappear and lurk for days. because they do not receive any other education or work during that period.

She never neglected it slightly. Because the more she sharpens her technique and increases her magic, the more skill she finishes and becomes a master of the wild, the more fields she can serve the Lord. For him, for him for one thing. As the given name suggests, she digests that learning. About four years had passed, and by the time the masters had discovered the Lord's work, she had been able to extinguish them for the sake of sealing her mouth.

The hardest part was actually serving as an alchemy assistant. Start by learning how to make medicines, improve your initial knowledge, and create potions to earn money. That's good. But the Lord bought slaves with the money he earned and began to get his hands on human experiments with it. A person who is not treated as a person, connected to a collar, just like himself. The sight of them being consumed like disposable tools was appalling. Not because the Lord will kill them, and he will let himself kill them. Nor am I afraid that I will be killed like them. Like them, I was just scared to be a reckless being to the Lord. This body is resurrected for him, and this heart is connected from fragments for him. I wanted to be used more meaningfully by him than by these things. I think so, so I could sincerely work on a number of drills.

She never even leaked it for a bite. Because she is in the service of the Lord a needless fear, and when she is no longer in the service of the Lord, she should not hesitate to imitate it as a precedent. For him, for him for one thing. As the given name suggests, she accumulates that sin. About four years after the moon, when the Lord's birth took effect beyond expectation, she was knocking on the door of the Adventurer's Guild as one serving.

He, her lord, was a prudent man. I praise her for her loyalty with my mouth, while never believing it in my heart. Neither her joy in showing affection, nor her impatience with the trials, seemed to think more than some guide. The cause of this is, ironically, that she was too good.

Fixed every difficulty imposed, and each time she increased her strength, she had reached the point where she could neglect to kill him, in the unlikely event that a hundred million were betrayed at all.

He feared death and sought eternity. I was so thirsty for immortality that I didn't mind sacrificing every being in the world for it. So I fear she will cross the boundaries of a useful handkerchief. If you stick it out there, if you jump outside his calculations, it could be the blade that betrays you and kills you. If you see any sign of it, you will dispose of her with the delicacies hanging on the hand salt without hesitation.

... I don't like that.

It's good to die. His sacrificial end is what he wants from the edge. But I didn't want to be an obstacle to his purpose.

Because she was born to help him.

One day, she asked him.

"Master, I have a favor instrument for you"

"What?

"Please make me a more complete slave"

The extra function of rebellion, etc.

extra factors at its root.

I hoped to the Lord that this would be excluded.

... he laughs happily.

"... aha"

It was a heartfelt smile. He was a warm boy with a constant smile, but it's all masked. I've only seen a real smile once.

Remove the bandage, the day she was born now.

That smile that hasn't been floating since that day. She held her chest by accident.

"I've been waiting for that word since the day I got you."

Oh, and she exhaled.

Understand and be convinced.

He said it was all just to make himself say the words.

Warm meals, sweet treats, clean beds, the luxury of cleansing yourself, compliments, generous forgiveness… everything for this.

She regretted what she said.

"... We have waited a long time and are very sorry to hear from you again"

I wish I had told you sooner.

"Hey, this is my brother. That's roughly a year!

Having returned home to my old nostalgic home, I raised my voice in as good a mood as possible.

My brother is bothering to come down to the entrance hall to welcome me. I don't know how much that means for me. Because I could see other guests welcoming me. Perhaps he was in the midst of welcoming guests from afar.

"Turius, are you here? Far away, tomorrow's celebration has come for us, and it is a courtesy."

That being said, Linus, your brother, who smiles at everything with a gentle smile.

This is the reunion of my heartwarming brothers when I hear this much, but my brother said he was "dauntless" but he didn't say a word of "happy". Oh, man, you can't grow up after a year. Is this how you run a proper marriage?

"Congratulations on your marriage. I'm as happy as I am. After all, my brother is our big black pillar. When you calm yourself down, you'll feel better about being this fool's brother."

"Ha, ha... don't say that, Turius. He's still a young man with me. You know, it's like my wedding date was behind me."

"This is disrespectful. I still don't seem to be there."

Behind our conversation, our escorts, Doue and Rubel, are talking about something.

"... translated, asked"

"Yeah, well, first my lord said, 'I'm going to be married, so don't do anything extra,' and my brother said, 'No. Besides, whose fault do you think my marriage has grown to this year? You've been returned."

It fits, but it's terrible, Rubel.

Anyway, I knew my brother didn't seem to intend to change his attitude from now on. Well, as long as it comes with that marquis, it's also a hopeless story.

And the lady who cut up the cheer with the other guests there broke in.

"Oh, isn't that terrible? I can't believe you didn't accompany me to greet your brother."

"Simone."

"Lady is not necessary, you."

From the mouthfeel, it seems that this man is my brother's wife and then my sister-in-law. When it comes to it, it's up to you. Should I show my gratitude first?

"I'll catch your eye for the first time. Uncle Linus Ovenill is with his brother, Viscount Turius Shrounan Ovenill."

"Oh, this is polite."

The woman curled her eyes slightly unexpectedly. Daimyo, you must have heard some bad rumors about me. You think I'm not too familiar with noble manners, like killing slaves? Well, it's true.

"Then this one too...... came from the Baron Pontovan family, my name is Simone Merrier. Beginning tomorrow, I will be your brother's wife. Regards, Viscount?

Her manoeuvres are sophisticated and unpretentious, and there are truly such piercings as your lady. I don't hear much of the family name I named, but I hear your parents were educational enthusiasts inside. In addition, there is a noticeable and tarnished atmosphere with beauty. My brother caught a good daughter-in-law. I don't think there's a lot of people in the house I've lost my name to.

With that in mind, I get a name and thank you very much.

"Best wishes, Countess"

"Whoa, hey, you're saying something right? Who is it, Alle?

"You look like our lord in my eyes... I wonder if the eyeballs had also been modified without knowing..."

...... Dooe, Rubel. Can you hear me?

Especially Rubel. What kind of manners do I have when I say I make love to him as he tells me?

Apart from the rude ten-million-dollar outfield, my sister-in-law smiled softly when she received this greeting.

"Rumors don't help you, do they? I'm glad to have a fine brother-in-law."

"No. I was in this king's capital, too. The masonry was young, and it was made of all kinds of youth. I am truly sorry for your loss."

As I say, I recall the time of the Wang Du. I used to do some really inefficient experiments. With my current skill, I am confident that another thirty percent or so will deter slave consumption.

"Gohon"

Suddenly, my brother's cough breaks in.

"It's good to get acquainted with being a sister and brother starting tomorrow, but, Turius, you have a minister too. Let them see what they can do."

In short, I just want you to say hello and go to your room. Does the new wife not want to be blown into strange things by her stupid brother?

"Right, it's not sneaky to make them wait too long either...... Rubel, Dooe. Say hello on behalf of my brother."

"Ha."

"Respond, not... haha"

The two called advance in front of their brother and flush one knee against the floor.

"Your Excellency the Count has written to me, and I am in the ultimate delight. I am Jean-Jacques Rubert. Your Excellency's brother, I work for you as an official."

"Thank you for seeing the Count. Dooe Schwartzer, oh, I'm a martial officer under my brother!

It was a terrible thing when Dooe did it against Rubel, who did it without precipitation. This is what I usually say to people. I'll teach Dry as a tease when I get home.

My brother tried to ignore Rubel while holding his temples against the similarities of Douhe.

"Did I say, Rubel? Then, out of the Baron Rubert's house?

"Ha. I'll be four men"

"If my memory is certain, I hear he was a knowledgeable young man. Keep up the good work with my brother."

"Excessive words to this self, thank you Happiness"

On the surface, it's awe-inspiring, Rubel, but what does the inside do? I wish you had hired me if you knew, but you must think about it.

"So, was it Douye Schwartzer? I remember meeting you."

"Ha! We were very disrespectful on your day out!

I say lines that have been included by chewing from Viktor and Rubel beforehand, as they get cocky.

When I left a year ago, I told my brother about my legendary way of speaking. Neither did I. I didn't expect Dooey to see my brother again, so I let him say whatever he wanted. Well, it was just after his final adjustment, so I didn't have time to teach him how to speak.

"Fine. If you're reflecting, you can't blame me."

"Oh, thank you"

The end of his mouth was twitchy in the way he was unfamiliar.

"And that's surprising, isn't it? I didn't expect you to join my brother's ranks."

"Oh, in awe... yes... or in excess of your despicable self, I was just getting it..."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

My brother is mean, too. As bad as he is at formatting things like this, you'll see. Yet I'm still trying to keep it going while I leak the voice of kusuri small.

When I thought it would be better to go into the boulder and stop.

"Oh?"

Mr. Simone saw the line around me, the tail of it, as he noticed something.

What is there is the figure of a maid completely lying flat only one person as her surroundings kneel.

Well, it's uni, needless to say.

As I, the nobleman, salute my head, and the lower nobles, and the civilian Doue, and Ruber, kneel, the slave's girlfriend must lay low on the ground. It's a harsh story, but with that kind of logic, this country, no, this world is turning.

"What about her?

"I'm ashamed to be my maid of honor and slave."

"Well!"

In response to my reply, Mr. Simone turned his eyes round.

Uni is a slave. It's the bottom line of a different society. It is common sense in this world that such beings do not deserve a place where gratuities and things are said. Museums that have refrained from the wedding, in what way, should basically not be attached to the eyes. It would be out of the question, such as bringing him in.

But I didn't know that. The other slaves are keeping them waiting outside at the moment, and during the wedding they plan to have them packed in a city inn, except for Uni. As my most trusted escort and sidekick, I intend to keep my brother or brother-in-law at hand no matter what they say.

Well, even if they say they don't like it, it's uni enough to sneak into the back of the ceiling.

"I know it's rude, but please forgive me for letting her stay in this mansion, too."

"To the mansion where the wedding takes place, a slave?

Again, Mr. Simone can't seem to hide the confusion either. From what I have seen, he is a duly educated man as a nobleman, so naturally speaking, it is a natural reaction. Ningro, it could be a moderate category in what I assumed.

"Do I have to be her?

"How many minutes have you been following me the longest?"

"Ask for reference, but how much?

It's been eleven years.

"So much?"

The years I spoke returned with a mild surprise. That would be so. We've been dating since I was eight. Uni was six years old. He is indeed a slave who does good for a long time.

"That's why she's the one who knows the best about me. On top of that, could you please forgive me?

"Right... I don't mind. Hey, you?

Mr. Simone looks at his brother.

"Why... no, what?

"Why don't you take a big look at him? You don't mind about that, do you?

Oh, what a woman. He is truly a daughter-in-law who has no control over his brother. No, if I'm going to marry my brother and do it, I might not be able to serve unless I'm someone with this saggy temper.

If I can, I just want my brother's conspiracy to stop from the side, but can't she do it alone on the boulder? Even from my parents' family, I don't want to be able to speak in public or in the dark rigged seats behind me in the home.

I see my brother's face, too, as I explore such calculations.

"... Whatever you want"

That's what he said, and he turned away.

That's funny. Because of my brother's personality, I thought even if I eventually accepted it, it would be after I showed it to him more reluctantly.

Anyway, my brother should hate uni next or about next to me. Viktor said that maybe the second place has turned into Marquis Lavalle, though. It's Yuni who has been doing his disgusting experiments with me over the years. Would it be easier to accept that?

I don't feel anything to hook you up with, but if you want to show yakuza against the bride, will you do this as well?

"Thank you. Once again, we encourage loyalty to the profound mercy of both of you."

"... Huh"

My brother's reply to me to thank you was to snort uncomfortably.

... I wonder why you don't like me. I haven't liked my brother for a long time, but I don't hate him until he murders me or tries to brainwash me. Although the primary reason is that it is risky. Yet my brother hangs on to kill me because I tilt the house and until I run the risk that the house could crumble. I don't know what that means.

First of all, after I went to Marlan, I managed to regenerate that Count's luggage. Even tax revenues are properly paid to my brother and the state. I'm hiding one important mine though. Well, this is all the returns, so I think it's time for you to forgive me for the pain during the Wang Du period. I can make it easier with fewer enemies.

Hard on me and heartbroken by the certainty of my brothers, Mr. Simone walked over to Uni.

"Face up"

"Yes, but much to the despicable -"

"I am commanding you to raise it"

Uni looks up, pinching the exchange, etc.

This does not mean that my sister-in-law is arrogant or that Uni is too humble. Slave and aristocratic interactions are usually like this.

"... eh"

Mr. Simone, face-to-face with Uni, seemed unintentionally breathtaking.

That would be so. Uni is beautiful, even in the eyes of my Lord. [M] I can't even imagine it from the terrible appearance when I first bought it. No matter how much people hate me, they used to denigrate me about Uni, who is closest to me, because of my face - oh, I've been told it's a man's face or something, but otherwise - it's nothing.

My sister-in-law finally opened her mouth after being confused and silent for a while.

"... you, what's your name?

"My name is Uni. We don't have family names with us."

"I heard you served him eleven years, and you still got a maid?

"Yes, and a few other things."

When I hear Uni's answer, I put my hand on the temple like I'm in trouble, Mr. Simone. And now he's coming towards me, as I recall.

"Sir Turius"

"Yes, why should I sit, Countess?"

"She, how long are you going to keep her a slave?

"... Yes?

I need a minute, I can't see the story.

She sighs heavily at me blinking and confused. [M]

"Um, right. Sir Turius, as my sister-in-law from tomorrow, I will advise you."

"Ha."

"What are you going to do? I can't believe you're still keeping a woman who's spent more than ten years beside you."

Mrs Simone has her voice pointed like a lie in her soft response until just now.

Are you mad? Why?

"Suppose you've never seen someone with a different identity while you're unmarried. But, you know, even though you're a slave, women don't look like dogs and cats, do they? There's this thing called" how to take it. "

"... Hey, Rubel. What's with this lady?

"Uh... maybe, but aren't there any misunderstandings about the pattern between His Lordship and the Chief Maid?

Dooes who secretly talk to me after eating a sermon without even knowing what it means.

Oh, you mean that.

Their conversation gave me an idea of what she was mad about, too.

"Um, Countess. No, sister-in-law. There seems to be a slight difference..."

"Mistake?"

The pittance and sharp attack stop.

Good, it doesn't seem like a woman whose good intentions sometimes precede her and can't listen to people.

(i) Rest assured, continue to explain.

"Me and Uni, what... I'm sorry, but it's not what you think it is."

Anyway, it seems to be misunderstood as a mere companion of a man or woman. So I honestly said as I was.

"... Huh?

Mr. Simone will look like a pigeon ate a bean cannon. Then he gives a blatantly surprising look.

"Really?"

"It's true."

"You're so... beautiful?

"I'll admit that, but it's not until we have a relationship."

He is a lovely slave. So I have some skinning, but I don't remember going anywhere. By and large, if I were to do that and carry a heavy burden on my stomach, her abilities would be greatly reduced. We can also devise ways to avoid it even if it involves things, but there is no guarantee that we will be able to prevent it by 100 percent. Even if she had no choice but to fall, her body would be burdened with considerable strain, and her emotional impact on the mental aspect was unknown because she didn't erase it.

That girl's body is not a good substitute for satisfying her desires. Well, I'm using it to achieve my immortality, and for a different kind of desire.

gossip.

Mr. Simone looks at me like a rare animal in a zoo. She is also a daughter of nobility. He would also be taught about his duties after his daughter-in-law, including chewing. In that education, there should have been a proper way of doing things - and more importantly, the sex of a man who can't help it. In conjunction with that, it may have been hard to believe my words.

When I saw it, my older brother looked at it as if he was surprised. Or even faded. Was that so surprising? I was very convinced that Uni and I had no such relationship, such as a woman who was an alumni of the Academy. Anything that says, "I'm a freak like you. As a man, it's no wonder there's something missing." Although that is also a rude story.

"... incredible"

He shakes his head to the side like he's in trouble, but this is the one who's in trouble.

Why do I have to tell this story to the woman I meet for the first time, who will be my brother-in-law tomorrow?

"Even if they say so, there's no proof."

"I guess...... then that's what I'll do"

It still seemed difficult to convince me, but he managed to back me down. Horns on the rabbit, now it's helpful that you're willing to cut it up. I don't want to continue this conversation at my doorstep, where I still have room, because of my lack of taste as a nobleman.

"You were doing something about what I did. I'm sorry I held you back for talking like this."

"No. This is the night I refrained from the wedding, and it bothered me."

Apologies were exchanged and the occasion became clear.

Still, I've got a little ahead of me, but she's a comfortable woman. I want you to have a happy family with your brother. So if you get a little rounded up, we won't have to take any extra time.

By the way, my brother was kind of thinking strangely since I heard about this topic. Why are you holding my brother in such circumstances that he can't be told again?

"I'm sorry. I made a remark that lacked prudence."

"I don't care. It's rarer for people to talk to me and keep up with me."

While comforting Simone, Linus was desperately embarrassed by a wild upset in her heart.

That abominable slave killer, the kind of villain who doesn't even think about humanity to the point of nose paper, hasn't got his hands on a slave woman? Is that possible?

Or maybe it's because you lack the natural desire as a human being to run outrageously with that recoil, but nevertheless...

What I recall unexpectedly is the day I first welcomed the Marquis of Lavalle into my residence.

That day, Linus, who was intercepted by the Marquis as good, hit that outrage on a female slave who was nearby. If we didn't hit something, and if we could turn violent impulses into something and defuse it, we were going crazy. Even if I omit it, it is one of the most ominous scandals of my life. What I don't think I can save while I'm at it was that several times after that, when I couldn't contain the eclampsia, I would use slaves.

The slave woman is still in this mansion.

When I spare time for the detours, I am also likely to be found by a marquis-like student and put in an unwanted exploration. Or, I didn't like it when I felt like falling for my brother's kind to pinch and roll out the right reasons and slay him.

My brother's, kind.

Or maybe we've already gotten that far. To think so was an unstoppable fear for Linus.

(... no)

I shake my head and try to erase that suspicion.

Aristocrats interact with slaves, to that extent they may be frowned upon, but not without. How about a slave slayer for Turius? Even if it doesn't touch the law, if it's sour or weak-minded, it's a falling flair to ask.

So I guess Linus is still better than my brother.

"Suppose you've never seen someone with a different identity while you're unmarried. But, you know, even though you're a slave, women don't look like dogs and cats, do they? There's this thing called how to take it... '

Simone's words change the spear from his brother to this way.

Linus had a relationship with a slave.

Nor was it the usual practice to deal with dogs and cats, but it was as rough as a hand.

Take the slave woman as she should be? I've never even thought about it.

What if Simone finds out about it?

"Ugh, what...!?

Unexpectedly hold your mouth.

I felt nauseous.

"Are you all right? You don't look so pale..."

Caring Simone voice.

It's not like she loves Linus. Sudden engagement, sudden marriage, everything for that matter busily killed me and I didn't have time to grow such sweet things. Ning Ro, you should even have contempt for using your wedding for a ploy against your brother.

But she was a fair woman. Earlier, even the daughter of that creepy slave was so tempted to hide her feelings. Even as he looked down on his obsession with his brother, he showed an understanding of Linus' behavior as an otherwise aristocrat.

But it would also blow away in an instant if it were known that it was subjecting the slave woman to subversive acts.

"Nothing, nothing..."

As I tell myself, I answer that.

Yeah, it shouldn't be anything.

I have never even dreamed of getting married that I love better than my ex. It's just a kind of pact between a man and a woman, organized to keep the blood of the house in the next generation. There will be room for love to bud if each other's tempers match, but we cannot hope for such things unless we are blessed with extra survival. First of all, there is the result of marriage, and it is marriage that starts there and searches for compromises.

Then he hates himself from the beginning. I'm more worried about finding new stains there.

Simone sighs small when she understands this stubbornness.

"... then a little more dicey. Isn't it like I'm annoying you to have a blue face in front of your wedding?

"Sorry......"

"Nevertheless -"

And Simone made a sharp decision about the bamboo.

"Is it still unforgivable about your brother?

Simone shows a clear aversion to his obsession with his brother.

Even if you don't love the other person, the aristocratic woman looks heavily at the place of the wedding. A half-life conclusion that stores upbringing, enhances character, and reveals the beauty you've polished out so far. It is a sunny stage once in a lifetime. Some experience it a few times rarely, but that's an exception. It would naturally be offensive for a legitimate woman to color a conspiracy to such an important event.

But Linus and I weren't prepared to do much. If you expose yourself with a man and imitate the sanctity of a wedding, you can't just stand there.

"Naturally. Hanging in heaven and earth gods can't just forgive that demon......!

It is only with that determination that we will use the wedding to set up measures.

"That much, you hate him?

"What more do you say now? You can't possibly not have heard what he did in this mansion."

Somehow the Pontovan family, Simone's home, is the kind of cold gate where her daughter-in-law, her daughter-in-law, leads straight to the floating sink. There can be no indifference to the rumors of the aristocracy that would be the subject of it. Naturally, even with the notoriety that that fool brother drowned, I should have known enough. In fact, the day she came to conclude, etc., she herself would have made her face stretch as if she had stepped into the castle of the Demon King.

"Sure enough, I've been overheard saying I don't like his bad rumors. But that was a long time ago, wasn't it?

"Once upon a time, you said?

The word also made the natural linus less eye-catching.

"You killed a slave a year ago as if you were ordering a downturn to Marlan or a souvenir? In a rush to stay away! In just one year, can you put that in the old days, etc!?

I remember. It was abominable. Turius, who was told to leave and close the cellar where he was studying the slaughter of slaves, carefully cremated all the slaves that would have been or remained. You must have either been carrying out a back dark experiment on a slave, or you want to kill a slave so badly.

With that in mind, a despicable man like that Dooey was often tempted to serve Turius. I hear he was hired in just before he left and stayed overnight at the mansion. You must have seen that sight, too. What kind of nerves are you willing to follow such imitating lunatics?

She sent an embarrassing gaze to Linus, whose voice was absurd.

"Shh! Keep your voice down."

Ha to the alarm. This is still the entrance hall. I had a couple of spare guests interested in welcoming me, and I don't know who's coming from outside. In fact, the surrounding guests were sending a surprise glance at the groom tomorrow.

"... sorry"

"Apologize later. Sure, until a year ago, he seemed to be a prominent figure in the absence, but since he was given the Lordship's responsibility, he's seriously encouraged, isn't he? I was wondering what it would be like to try to get rid of it now."

……

"In other words, it's too much to blame for misconduct, and if you're telling me that it's clearly against the laws of the kingdom, that's what the High Court does. Either way, I don't think it makes sense for you to try to conspire against me privately."

"That's it."

Linus blocked the words with his hands.

Surely reason will be in her words. Exactly. But if you can be honest and tolerant, you can't be willing to kill your real brother from the end.

Moreover, the wounds sustained by the house and Linus are not shallow enough to be healed by reason. The damage inflicted by the stigma of Turius' slave slaughter is not in any way compensable to the extent that he has rebuilt that uni-country that doesn't matter.

"I'm the head of the ovenil. Parents are not asking for your opinion right now."

Linus, the parent, therefore decided not to eliminate Turius.

The decision cannot be overridden by a little girl or something that was engaged a month ago.

"Yes..."

You gave up on the translations, Simone took half a step back and broke up the conversation.

Linus snorts angrily and retightens the clavat to delude him.

Whatever she thinks and does, she can't hold back the Marquis trick set up for tomorrow's wedding. The only people who know the details are the person who drafted it and Linus. She knows nothing, she can't even teach Turius anything, and even if she's driven into the High Court by suspicion, she can do so many things. Because the most cunning thing about this ploy lies in the fact that the side of the plot has no illegality at all. Being breached just discourages me from failing, and even after the decision, there is no art of retrograde attack on Turius.

Whatever Simone thought and did had nothing to do with Linus. She's not even a pawn that affects the face of the board. It's just for the background to set the stage for the target. In the extreme, it is even already used for the Marquis de Lavalle faction.

Regardless, Linus is also an important tool to maintain the mechanism of the Ovenil family by raising children from now on.

Tools.

Yes, tools. A tool to appeal to the husband to have the heirloom he wants and to build a family that is safe for the outside world. To an aristocratic man, a wife is something that, in the end, is made for the sole purpose.

Unexpectedly, I remember my mother's face.

A woman who lived without being looked after by her father and lost her life in exchange for giving birth to that demon.

Its sad face overlaps the remnants of Simone.

(I do the same thing as my father...)

A father who was incompetent and dumb and kept himself on the shelf and just wanted excellence for his children. The darkness that made my mother die without labor and lean home as that monster wanted.

My stomach ached again and a stiff object came up in my throat at at the realization that I was starting to align myself with it.

"Ugh, wow..."

Put your hands on your mouth and feel nauseous.

I found myself blue-faced.

(No......! It's not...!

I should be different from my father. I am not like a fool who is too sick of his own genius, blames Linus for being mediocre, lets his mother conceive and die a needless child, and is frightened by Turius, who was born that way.

Ning Lo, I'm trying to get rid of the Ovenil problem.

- Isn't there a present where you can put it into the Marquis of Lavalle and not stay like this?

(I would say no......!?

Someone twitches that you're just like my brother.

- My brother kills slaves, and you commit slaves. It would only change the seriousness of sin, wouldn't it?

Someone laughs that you're just like my father.

- You and my father end up leaning home for Turius. It wouldn't change anything, would it?

Someone scorns you for being an ovenil man after all.

- Every man in the Ovenil family is the same. It's a shame on the aristocratic society, a piece of junk worthless of living.

Who is laughing at themselves? Who despises himself?

Is that Simone?

Is that my mother?

Is that my father?

Marquis Lavalle?

Or Turius?

Could it be... yourself?

(Shut up...... I'm not!

Linus shook her head many times to endure the nausea that made her stronger and stronger.

Hallucinations. I'm seeing hallucinations. Must be Turius's fault. He must have knitted it out with a suspicious technique or even medication that shows him hallucinations because he always does suspicious experiments. If it wasn't for Turius, I wouldn't have to suffer so much. If it wasn't for Turius, I'd be happy with the crowd myself.

I tell myself over and over and swallow my nausea.

... Simone didn't say anything to me this time.