Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"Rubel. Speech manuscript, are you sure this is okay?

Day to come. In the assigned living room, a room that is too scenic to kill to thank the groom's brother, said Turius Shrounan Ovenil. He has a few parchments in his hand. It's a manuscript used to greet people as kin representatives. He fans the sky with a pepper to flaunt it.

Dooe stood by the wall to spare her time. They pack it in this room for escort, as a martial arts officer representative, and as a combat weapon that won't defy the Lord backwards.

But so far, there's no sign that Dooey's work is going to come around. I checked before I stayed overnight in this room and there is zero chance that some kind of courtesy or trick exists. The samurai bodies seen in the mansion were almost like guest escorts without even signs of assassins. When this happens, the only thing he can do is simply cut and strained, and he becomes a useless long object.

So while I am alert to the signs around me, it is why I watch the blur and the Lord's behavior, etc.

Lubert, called upon by the Lord, returns as he becomes familiar with himself.

"No problem, my lord. I put Zhu in the fine language, but for short, it is a difficult greeting.... Not at all. How can you make a draft like that when you're usually not noble at all?

The young nobleman's story is disrespectful, but I actually agreed with him as a douhe.

When it comes to Turius, it's usually the way he said it wasn't something he knew about the format of nobility, such as efficiency in the first word, labor in the second word, etc. How could that even be an unpleasant substitute for a wedding greeting?

"I've never done it myself, but I've seen it several times."

"What? I didn't know the Lord had ever attended a wedding. Which ceremony have you been called to?

"I don't know what to say. I don't care. It was in my last life."

Quote, Turius flying to such a joke.

Only the person who said it laughs at the joke that I don't know where it's funny.

"In my last life, hey... do you have something like that for a very bad guy like you? Aren't you going to hell if you're not even allowed to be reborn, normal"

"This is what happened to me after I was born in this world... no, once I died. 'Cause you do, don't you? Once you die, you don't know that fear."

To make a joke, no, pull. Or he wondered if he was telling the truth, and Doue shook his head in a panic.

Stupid. It can't be rebirth or anything. Only in fairytales do such things exist.

Maybe at the end of that crazy experiment I'm doing with that vampire, I can manipulate that phenomenon, too.

"Leave the joke at that. More than that, my lord. If you're saying hello, I think you'll be fine without the odd adds, but what are we gonna do about the dance at the night party? If you can't do as easy a social dance as you can, you're a laughing stock."

That's what I say, Rubel, changing the subject.

I do care about that, too. Usually it's Turius who only cages in a lab or gets stuck with Viktor and the others to do his affairs. Moving your body doesn't look like you're very good at it.

Turius answers blurredly, "It's true," and so on.

"Well, I do it to my liking. Not good, but I don't think you'd be ashamed."

"Can you do it!?

"Seriously!?

My husband gives two stunned people an out-of-heart look.

"You know... there's no reason why you can't do anything from how noble I am? What I didn't do was bother with imperial studies and stuff like that. Other general education or so is taught. Even table manners wouldn't have been that bad, would they?

In retrospect, I certainly don't remember seeing anything unusual in the dining room. Most of the time, Turius usually prefers snacks that can be consumed with one hand while working on sandwiches and the like, so he didn't see it that way, for example, in a formal meal setting.

"If that's what you're saying, don't drink tea or anything while walking in the hallway."

"Well, I didn't do it in front of a guest."

"If you can behave well in front of a guest, that's what convinces me."

Turius bends his mouth to Rubel, who does not hesitate to complain.

said Dooe.

"And it's no surprise, Mr. Basket. How could you be serious about practicing dance?

"Even I know that lack of exercise is bad for you. I could easily move my body at home, so I was taking it seriously there."

It was what Turius was going to say. You can't live long without doing something good for your health. He is a man whose goal is immortality and fears death above all else. If the life expectancy extends with a few exercises, and dancing is not suspicious if you are keen to work on what you can do in the mansion.

However, to Dooe, it was hard to imagine a painting called Turius Ovenil leading the lady and gracefully stepping.

"I'm not used to it. I was embarrassed."

"Embarrassed? Is there a dance?

To my husband's retrospective, Rubel returns a surprising voice.

As long as it's not too rude due to the nobility sensibilities, it should be something to do with a cool face about social dancing. What an odd statement to be ashamed of that. It was surprising that it was also a civilian ascent like Dooe, and that this demonic youth was equipped with the concept of shame.

"... you put your hands and hands together with a woman, and sometimes you slip over to your body, right? Normally, don't you think it's embarrassing?

"Out of the question, you were a child who didn't. Your husband. How do you dance? What did you care about that from the time you were planted?

When Dooe says that to make fun of him, he leaks an uncomfortable voice saying, "Mmm..." etc.

"You can't help it. He was a normal Japanese in his last life... so he only had about a fork dance, right?

Not to mention talking to myself about that. Apparently the joke was still going on. Nevertheless, I don't know what the hell Nihongine does with fork dancing.

"With that said, who would do my dance partner? I don't know who they are..."

"Um, assuming you're the groom's brother, isn't it addressed to anyone who's a proper warrant?

"Harassing you, even your weird opponents are going to push you. Are you all right?

"You wouldn't want to deliberately scratch shame on a boulder, even on a wedding seat, when you're a countess. It's also about your honor."

"Or so it is."

Nevertheless, Dooe thinks. The darkness between nobles, such as having to turn a blind eye to a dance opponent, is nervous. If I can settle with a refreshing arm, I'd feel comfortable myself.

Turius sighed in a bottomless sigh as Dooe was caught up in a noisy thought.

"Either way, I don't like it. I can't believe we're taking care of strangers. I always have a hand in myself. [M] It would be easier if Uni could dance."

"What are you talking about? It's close to a miracle that you were allowed to attend. On top of that, I can't believe the Count doesn't hate His Excellency. Hey, chief maid?

Rubel, with his ragged face, turns the water from earlier to the uni, who has just shut up.

It was impossible unless the Lord elsewhere did business, such as not having her where Turius Ovenil was.

The only thing that bothers me about Dooey is that she has strangely few words from earlier. She is a silent, iron-skinned woman, but it is also strange that she is so silent. At any rate, a few times earlier, Dooey has made some remarkable jokes about Turius. A regular girlfriend should be able to skip about a cautious novel.

…… Yeah, right. Master, I was wondering what it would be like to stand out in a place where boulders also ask about formats. "

"Isn't it? Not at all, my lord."

"I can't believe people are as bad as I am. I'm sorry to hear that, but if Uni is dealing with him, he'll know for himself."

"... Wait a minute. What if Uni is your opponent? I mean, you can dance, too?

Unexpectedly ask for Uni. She answers in the usual flat tone.

"Yeah. Your husband's main practice partner was me,"

"Because I was a near-age kid and only Uni had someone to accompany me to practice. Although the dance teacher looked bitter."

That would be so. Even if a Count child is a maid, and only a slave can see and repair his partner, anything sounds too bad. As usual, he was a really thin man.

Finally, facts that are inconvenient to Doue have also come to mind.

"What do you mean, that's it? Am I the only one who doesn't have a taste for dancing?

"Oh, in that case, yes."

"I can't really think of an escort as a woman who invites a seemingly doue to see it, either. Well, try not to just step on your feet when you have to. Now, my reputation won't change as much as there were ministers who couldn't dance."

I wonder what that means. More so, I didn't expect Turius to lecture me on how to behave on the banquet table.

Turius laughs delightfully at Dooe, who unintentionally puts his hand on his forehead.

"Why don't you start practicing when you get back to Marlan? Even you have a dressed partner, right?

"... I'm kidding."

Who the Lord is referring to, I suppose, is that woman from ten to eighty-nine. It was a really bad joke. For Dooey, he says he's the one who doesn't know how to deal with it now, but more importantly, he says invite him to a dance, etc.

Turning away in the mood of being interchanged, Turius turns his water to Uni this time.

"So, uni. I don't have a lot of mouth here, but is there anything I can think of?

It was a straightforward way to ask, even from my wild self.

Sure, the uni looked strange out of the carriage to go, but could it be something a little more gradual and not ask softly?

"... were you guessing"

"Because we've known each other for a long time. I know you can solve a little problem on your own, but I've been thinking about it for days, and I think you're carrying something out of hand."

It is a dry way of saying things.

Even though she's a slave to the brain, she's a woman she's accompanied for years. Doue thinks we should also show a little more kindness to hear the troubles.

Turius may sometimes show a whimsical application to his subordinates, but really sometimes. This man, who is only in his eyes that he can live, is essentially only kind to himself. I guess the occasional emotional object is just a shape-shifting self-love directed toward being a part of me. In a year-long relationship, Dooe felt that way.

After all, is there any reason for such a man to have pity on others? When I thought so from the bottom of my heart, Uni answered the lower question, trying not to tell me that there was none.

"... and I thought,"

"What?

"This marriage of your brother was cut off. Your husband said it was time to pick you up in the back."

Say, she lay her eyes down.

It's still there that I cared, Dooey is good at it. A woman like this one made of iron with no blood or tears is even lower than Turius, twenty years old. It's incredible, but unlike mass-produced slaves, there are times when you're barely on the emotional side. The Lord I served for many years and the person I swore allegiance to was a man of near age. No wonder you have extraordinary thoughts about it.

On the contrary, it seems to me that she was the one who showed the most joy in the emotion that Turius makes playful. It was even remarkable compared to Dry, who had his feelings for his family redeemed by his loyalty to him.

Yet,

"Uh, with that said, Dooey in the carriage, was it the hang-up that we talked about that?

and so on, and Tullius continued without giving any weight to the emotions of his squire.

"But that's certainly a problem, too. Sometimes the bowl turns to me, the Viscount, when my brother is married. No, I would have set this up to take my brother into the faction. If Marquis Lavalle would have used his hand on me, too."

"I guess. As an item in your own medicine cage, you may also want to cook carefully."

To my dismay, I tuned in to Turius as far as Ruber.

"Marulan is now rapidly regenerating and is up to the mine. The current profitability is known to be high, but the future is promising. As a centralist, after wearing a bell here in marriage, I think it's about the time I've got my head in the sky with my lord in a deliciously fat place."

"That's terrible, Rubel. You read that far, and you stuck to digging a mine?

"Your Excellency is the bad listener. This is the first painting I have seen of the marriage of your brother, the Count, and of the chief maid's suggestion. Anyway, the Ovenil family had a bad reputation. I never thought that your lord would marry soon enough so that you could set up marital policy."

The first two were enthusiastic about the Marquis conspiracy and its measures.

"So, what if it does?

"Hmm, I think I should brainwash that home through my marital partner if I have to... however much, it feels like a bug"

"Yeah. The Marquis is also a notorious conspirator. When it is time for His Excellency to have some sort of technique of caging people's hearts, it will be time to begin to realize. I think we're going to have a big, noble family in the capital that won't be able to move easily."

"Come on, then, there's no place for a brother who was addressed to the Baron's daughter.... Well, Viktor says it's about that Marquis. Though the Count, you wouldn't even think of a young nobleman as farting."

"You're wise. Plus, you can reason with that. For example..." Sir Linus also asked me to do something good for my brother. If I could, I would be able to guide my brother, who lacks discretion. "

"Wow, that's a rhetoric that seems like something. You've been hating me since before we met, Grandpa."

Turius holds his head down so he can have a headache.

"When it comes down to it, I'll have someone else in my brother's house, my wife's home. So, if you want to get rid of me, you can sue me from my parents' house. It sucks to even give you the pretext to come and kill me with an omelette on top of being restrained from acting."

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd advise you to return to Marlan as soon as you're done with your minimum duties with your face at the ceremony. There is a good chance that you will be able to prevent it if you complete factional work along the way… assuming the worst case scenario, the Marquis may even be forced to screw in the fringe while you are in the King's Capital"

"Not at all. I'm stuck here because all I get is bad seeds. Shall we prepare measures for early escape, as we discussed in advance? In some cases, in the direction of not quitting even the most dangerous proposals in the plan developed"

From conspiracy rigging, which is a story on the cloud, the topic shifted in a direction that is not human resources to me either.

Wangdu Early Escape Plan to seal the enemy's blockade. Dooe and Uni are also exercising their strengths that need to be carried out with their bodies up.

There are several plans available, but the "most dangerous proposal" that Turius uttered was the worst operation to think about and dislike. Frankly, the devilish ploy that makes the Marquis Lavalle look so cute, no outrage.

Yet,

"I don't know what else to do."

Incredibly, Rubel supported it, albeit passively.

I accidentally peel my eyes off.

"Oh, hey Rubel......? You forgot what the plan was?

"I remember you well, Lord Douye. My lord, the proposal is a substitute for my participation and that of Viktor."

It was. That behavior regarding the study of alchemy is used ourselves Opus series. But politics and stratagems were always through the two of them before deciding things.

However, the measures available should have been conceived only in case of danger. Viktor was stabbing the nail so badly that he wouldn't even think about using it otherwise. How can you support that?

"... I don't understand. Why would I care to use something like that, because you..."

Well, you don't understand.

Without letting him say so much that Wang Du would be his birthplace, Rubert shrugs his shoulders.

"Looks like I'll return the word, forgot? Me and Viktor, the surgery we've undergone belongs to the same generation as Lord Dry. As long as we can maintain our original personality and intelligence, we will make it a top priority to change our values. So there's a difference in thinking between you and the one who picked up treason and just embedded obedience, right?

Dooe breathed like a barometric warrior who was given two names as [a two-handed sword]. He was overwhelmed by a poor aristocratic opponent who could kill him with one fingertip if he wanted to.

... I forgot. All those whom Turius Shrounan Ovenil puts aside are his tools. Rubel and the others, who persistently repeat their rhetoric on a daily basis, are in the end nothing but puppets with their heads slapped. Expressing opposition to the Lord is also a mere function intentionally left behind, from Turius, to make up for his mistakes and lack of knowledge.

There is no malice in Rubel's expression, nor in his voice, which he preaches. Even the color of hesitation is pale and light. That's horrible. Again, I realized the talent and outward path of the alchemist who tailored me to tools.

"Viktor's case, though, was a little unexpected. If I put my values above mine, my hostility to the oppressed Marquis overheated. … well, that's a raven as a horn."

Turius came to Dooe with his eyes like a teacher looking at a badly made student.

"I know you don't take it personally, do you? I don't want to make any fancy moves either. But it's still too dangerous to stay in the King's Capital, and we have to give the Marquis and the other centralist factions some blow here. I think that's the best way to do it."

"... because that's the most efficient way for you to do it, huh?

You know what I'm talking about.

Say it, Turius, who laughs lightly.

It's not a story that I don't feel comfortable with as a Dooey, but I can't even get rid of it. I can't think of a counterproposal that would force my husband to flirt with me, and most importantly, I can't stop him if I want to. Because it has already been modified that way.

"And you're saying 'in some cases'. I just put it on top of my consideration. Hey, Rubel?

"Yeah. I don't want to use it as much as I can. It's risky, and we'll discuss another proposal again later."

"... chip"

In the end, it was exquisite resistance to leak the tongue into dissatisfaction. Of course, the outer passage with thick surface skin was such that it did not cause any itching.

The Turius turned to Uni with a nasty face.

"But what is it? Seems a little out of shape, but isn't Uni uni after all? They come up with ideas that will do me good."

"... that's an excessive word. Plus, it's just a hang-up, like what I said."

That said, Uni's face is the look of an iron-skinned maid as usual. I was a servant to the Lord, and my face was nothing more or less.

... really?

Doue wonders. Concern that Turius might also bring up the story of marriage. Was that really a late statement that I perceived would be deeply involved in this darkness? There's no way this woman can keep hesitating to say that for days now.

"No, no, to be modest..."

It was when Turius tried to say that.

- Tons.

Light, room door knocked.

"Excuse me. It's almost time for the feast..."

It was the servant's voice in this mansion that came from across the door.

Turius rings his finger with a rare, grumpy face. He insisted on keeping the secret from leaking on the outside, unraveling the line that interfered with the sound.

"Oh, I'm ready. I'll be there now."

"Do you have it on your left? Okay, excuse me."

And the footsteps go away.

"Time, let's go"

"Yes."

The Lord urges, and the samurai responds.

In the meantime the minister went in and left the room.

On his way to the hall, which will be the venue, Dooe experiences a slight chill that invites him to tremble.

The cause is the darkness behind the secret conversations we had in the room, or...

(... Either way, there's nothing I can do if I think about it)

Shake your head and get rid of the chills.

That was merely a suspension of thought - indeed, whatever he had in mind, there was no way he could do something about it.

- My brother was proud of me for being away from my age.

Linus Ovenil had heard the words with the thought of his ears about to rot.

At the sunny wedding seat, that reception night club, that Turius is greeting up on behalf of his relatives. On a stage set in the Great Hall of the Ovenil Mansion, the venue, he blushes as if he was unfamiliar with anything, but continues to utter words without precipitation. By your side, you'll only see me as a good boy of people, who lives his brother's wedding to the fullest.

But it's not.

For his own sake, the nature of it does not make him a star to tilt his house; he is a son who was mistaken for a demon for the fold he dwelt in his mother's womb.

"- As a member of the nobility of the flourishing kingdom, I am the one who has always spared no effort to refine his drilling. He was a tough brother to this strange man, but he felt like he was a tougher man than anyone else."

That only takes up the upper edge and speaks a compliment to the scattered swinging self. It was a nauseating deception.

"- It would be a heavenly dispensation for his brother to marry his sister-in-law as a beautiful bride, whose memory is also remarkable,"

Don't be stupid, I was in the mood to scream out. I approached the Marquis because, as it were, Turius pinched and rolled around a poor measure, and that grandfather looked me in the eye. If it was the Marquis's proposal to marry Simone, it is Turius who is the culprit. Lacking to say that, 'heavenly dispensation'? There's a lot to be desired.

"- Sincerely, it's a matter of sight. I sincerely hope and believe that my brother and sister-in-law will have a happy family, and that the Ovenil family will be filled with flattery and tradition. Again, congratulations on your marriage. … With that in mind, I would like to conclude my greeting. Thank you for listening."

Linus covered his face with one hand with an intolerable glare. It was as if I could weep at my brother's words, but it is a pitiful thought that I want to cry if I can.

What did that fool say now? That the Ovenil family will be honored and the tradition will be increased? I mean, you think you're gonna push this brother and his wife to the end of something you like and despise?

The audience applauded at the stupidity of getting off the stage, but Linus didn't miss that some of them were smiling bitterly. It would be ridiculous. That would be hilarious. They should have had similar emotions to Linus. Whatever, there is no stranger to the stigma that Turius has painted on the Ovenil family if it is a nobleman in the king's capital.

The sound of incisors leaked unexpectedly. Pull the sleeve so Simone can be embarrassed.

"... sorry"

"If that's what you think, fix your expression while you can."

Linus relaxes the strong tension on his face with his right hand, which remains covered in the eye area. The feeling transmitted to my fingers is stiff and hot. I'm sure the evil ghost of hell looks like him and has the look that made him roll his hatred. If you're talking about a demon, you're talking about a man who just gave an empty speech.

(But soon...)

By thinking so, I manage to calm my mind.

Not for long, the trick that the Marquis set up for the reception should represent the effect.

I manage to regain the look that people can give me, and I follow Turius back to his seat with my gaze.

If things were carrying on as the Marquis painted, things should have happened at this time.

"Good day, sir"

"We just talked in public for a second. It's no big deal."

That abominable maid of Turius, who strived and walked into this reception with her slave body. The way that woman pulled the chair for the Lord also looked good from Linus' groom seat. An adventurous man named Dooey has a frightening and unexpected look on his face, and he can even look and take it as if the four men of the Rubert family were saying something.

I'm sure he's getting all the attention in the venue. It's the seat of a man who gave such a shameless greeting. They should be attracting the ears and eyes of rumor-loving visitors to what side to expose them back to their seats.

Even if not - the Marquis, who is visiting as a companion, should have encouraged him to see it.

The invitee always sees Turius and that woman who follows him.

"Hih......!?

With a short scream, I heard Gashan and Glass fall to the floor and crack.

The gaze of the guests draws attention to the sounding rogue at the same time.

Along with that, Linus also sneered subtly in that direction and giggled.

At the end of his gaze, even the Marquis Lavalle had embarrassed the old lady by making a look that seemed unexpected.

"Ooh, ooh, what have you done, Countess Cultan? What's wrong with your face?

I often say, "Oh, I was cleverly buried," and Teng himself, who examined the place, often made me feel kinder.

Countess Caltan, the woman called, looks at Turius as if she could not even hear the Marquis - a woman slave who refrains behind him. He faded and shuddered, sweating endlessly cold, and looked as if he had even run into a ghost.

That would be the case, too. What she encountered was truly a ghost of the past. No, would I be right to say that demon brought me back to life for the loss of my life?

"Impossible... number one, that woman..."

"What is it, Josephine? Without asking His Excellency the Marquis about his embarrassment..."

The Lady's husband, the Earl of Caltan, also tries to look over there as if he had been followed.

But that was blocked by no other Countess.

"Yes, you shouldn't! Don't look!

"Hey, what's up Josephine!? This is unsettling!

Lady stops her husband with a screaming, tall voice when she says it's an eye-catching seat. Neglect, invitees start making noise.

Turius seemed aware that the boulders were being strategically targeted. He tightened his face, which always had a pacifying look on his face, and watched what the Earl of Caltan had done.

But it's late.

At that time, the Marquis had already applied his last push.

"Whatever it is, Uncle Kartan. Did your wife look over there and seem surprised?

"Well. Even for me, to see and not to see..."

You won't be able to pretend not to see it, prompted by someone higher in the title than you.

The Marquis cuddles to reassure the Lady's body, and, with his fruit, seals his movements undisturbed, turns his face toward Turius and others.

And Count Caltan saw it, too.

The silver collar commanded me to look like my cursed daughter.

"... Annamarie?

I could see the old lady in her arms stretching hard by the name she squealed with her eyes round.

"Stop joking, you... you're too old for that woman..."

The trembling voice could not be heard until this seat, which was separated, but I suppose he said that to a large extent.

Whatever it is, it's a stupid excuse, Linus laughs.

Because it's synonymous with giving the husband a hint of how to dress when he remembers the identity of the person he found.

"So, is that... that girl's daughter... in Henrietta...!?

The look of Count Caltan, who said so, was interspersed with amazement and joy.

(I won......!

Linus was desperate to hear his voice.

My abs are cramped and the diaphragm pushes my laughter up to my throat.

But it's all ruined to expose yourself to a blast here.

You must remain calm like a prince and then show care like a member of the aristocratic community.

"You."

"I know.... Who is it?

Replying to Simone with a suspicious gaze, he calls in his best friend.

A perfectly bewildered housekeeper rushed quickly.

"How did you do?"

"Look, don't you see? Uncle Kartan's wife fell ill. You'll be disturbed too.... show him to the other room."

"Ha!"

The servant did not hesitate to follow the instructions. I would have been somewhat suspicious, but this is the Ovenil Mansion, where he serves, and Linus is its master.

While satisfied that his authority functioned correctly, Linus turned his gaze back on the way things were going.

"... what do you know?"

To the sigh of his new wife, blocking his ears.

Dooey didn't understand what was going on.

Seeing that the Lord had returned to his seat unharmed, and that the old lady had made some noise, and that it had been taken out to the guard, now the husband and the man of thought and nobility approached.

Depending on the ceremony, everything is eye-catching. Yet the groom, who is supposed to be more physically restrained than anyone else, is calm and as if he's not moving. By Linus and the Marquis, it was clear that it was some sort of trick.

I knew I could put a ploy on this wedding. But no way is it unprecedented, such as when it takes place in the midst of a reception.

"... Viscount Marlan, this is Turius Shrounan Ovenil. May I ask your name?"

Turius asked the old nobleman, who appeared at an unrestrained foothold, to take his seat at the helm and greet him.

He was smashed with his elbow by Rubert, and Douhe hastily imitated him, showing his gratitude to the old nobles.

Uni and others, who stood without chairs as slaves, were handy that they framed to the floor at about the same time as the Lord's greeting.

(What...?

Dooe was uncomfortable with the look on the face of the old aristocrats. No, in the direction of gaze, to be exact.

The eyes of this old man pass through the venerable head salute Turius and are poured onto the floor behind him.

He was staring at Uni.

It was an unexpectedly suspicious sight. Until the nobles ignore the same noble greeting, pay attention to the slave woman? Surely slaves would be rare in such a conspicuous seat. But the oddity must never take precedence over courtesy. That is the aristocratic society.

So, what's the point of this exception?

The old aristocrats turned to Turius after Dooe's patrol. I can see disgust and distrust in that gaze. It was like looking at a thief. I've seen the Lord insult others several times before, but seeing him so badly is about Linus.

Then the old nobleman named him.

"... is Count Pierre Simon Cartan"

It is a name with no end, no love, no courtesy, nothing. Rather than not being educated as a nobleman, he seemed to say that he was unwilling to use it against them.

I can feel the chills swelling behind my back.

It's Uni. Even Doue, who remembers the separation to Turius, is an angry greeting. From this slave, whose master is given the highest priority, it is not surprising that he is so angry that he even reaches his intention to kill.

Nevertheless, it's a well controlled one. The only person who would have felt this willingness to kill her would be someone as knowledgeable as Doue. In fact, there is no noticed wind in Rubel or elsewhere, and he seems to think about the Count, who has named himself Kartan for swallowing. That's a lot of cover.

Neither the Earl of Caltan continued his words without any indication that he had noticed the temper of Uni.

It is also, and more importantly, geared towards that uni.

"... you, raise your face"

I even thought you were going to die.

Speak to that [silver wolf], who is frustrated by the contempt for the face of the LORD, and keep it over the head of the LORD. For her sake, is it not the same that the Lord's position was trampled upon?

Dooe doesn't know of a being as frantically loyal as Uni. I was made to listen only to orders, and Dry and Sharr were modified to be loyal. That's how Femme was made from the beginning. But if what you hear is true, this slave is a natural madman who even offered his own brain miso for loyalty. I even think it's crazier than Turius in a way. There is no way that such a monster can take the Lord lightly on himself and just do it with the person who did it. For [Silver Wolf], his owner is the same as a tiger child in a tiger hole, a scale for a dragon and a tiger for a tiger.

Either way, she's not short notice enough to lose sight in this place. I also know that if retaliation decides to reject and primarily do harm, it can contain it. I may not have changed one expression on the face. but you must have definitely bought a grudge. In the judgment of Turius, this nobleman will have a rather disastrous end.

"But much to be feared by the lowly -"

Uni's reply is the same as what we made Simone yesterday. But the emotions you're pregnant with are different. My voice is shaking slightly too.

Now Rubel blued his face too. Even if you don't have the ability to feel murderous, you should know Uni's character. The only thing that makes her voice tremble is whether she is happy with the auspicious events involving Turius, or angry with the heinous events involving Turius. In this case it was clearly the latter.

Even so, nobles like Kartan approach Uni without any sign of guessing.

"Good, raise your face."

"Um, Countess?

Turius the boulder also made a troubled voice.

But Uncle Kartan doesn't fit in. Not even, I control him with my hands that push him away.

I told you not to disturb me.

As for Dooe, it's horrible to imagine what Uni looks like right now.

At last she looked up.

"Ooh...... Huh!

When I saw Uni's face, Uncle Kartan was bored.

What, I thought you'd noticed this anger now, but things are different.

The Earl was in tears. I was crying and smiling. It is a tear of delight.

I grabbed her shoulder with a trembling hand and let myself rise.

Unexpectedly doubt my eyes.

Even a noble nobleman, the Count, touched the body of a slave who was supposedly despicable on a feast floor. Even the courteously neglected Dooey was an eye-catching place to see it as insane. That would be about Turius, such as a nobleman who would do that.

The Earl said in tears.

"Its voice, and its face... still a living copy of Annamarie..."

"Uncle Kartan? Annamarie?"

Rubel squeaks in surprise.

With that said, this man had a hobby of gathering rumors about the nobles.

Don't you remember anything about this situation?

But Dooey doesn't have time to question him, and things go on.

"With all due respect, Count. What can I do for you?

"Henrietta -"

Asking Uni with an inorganic voice like a blade, the Count called the name of a woman who could never reach anywhere,

"- You are my living daughter...!

With those words, I was holding him tight.

"... Huh?

Dooey accidentally raises the missing voice between them.

The daughter of this aristocratic parting?

Uni?

A slave, a maid, an adventurer, with that devil's assistant cold-blooded woman?

... What the hell is this joke?

"What's going on? Your Eminence, have you heard what Uncle Kartan is saying?

"Wow, if you're sure of my ears, with my living daughter..."

"Stupid, that girl is a slave!?

"Be quiet... it's the wedding place, isn't it?

Neglect, the surrounding nobles make noise.

If it was something to make a scene, I wanted to make a scene myself. Things clearly go beyond what Dooey can handle. I am a swordsman. But what am I supposed to do with this situation with my sword?

"... I'm a uni"

No countess senses had heard the voice of a protesting uni.

tears, leaking the voice of , and holding onto her.

"Cheng Cheng, have you come like this"

Abominable Turius groans.

To answer that,

"Ooh, ooh. This is..."

With that said, an elderly skinny nobleman showed up.

A face with gray hair on its head and deep wrinkles looks quite old.

But moving the lean elegantly and inexorably made him feel overwhelmed with impatient energy.

And an unafraid glance to hide in this bittersweet, narrow-minded gaze.

Dooe instantly broke into the identity of the other person.

"The first time I see you...... are you there, Marquis Lavalle?

Reaching a similar conclusion, Turius bowed his head before his opponent.

Old man - Marquis Lavalle laughs at the heck out of him.

"In any case, Non is Lavalle. I'd like to compliment you on your wisdom. But I can't impress you to deduce the name of the first person you meet. Now that I've guessed it, I can't even look at it in case I take it off."

And keep the grin on your mouth, keep your eyes peeled sharply with Turius.

"I'm sorry about this. I think I showed you the embarrassment."

"Mm-hmm. Honestly, the humility that drools my head is what virtue is. Well, it's probably not a good idea for a young man to run talented and try to make himself look smart to his opponents, but the key thing is to be able to give up his own metrics, right? Whew, Viscount Turius Shrounan Ovenil?

The tone was soft, but the intention hidden behind the words was spicy.

- Don't be shy, little talent of the weak realm.

- Give me my share.

- It's the ultimate in laughter, such as poking at Non.

Dooey also knows you're saying those things.

"Thank you for your advice. These are the words of His Excellency who is pulling your brother apart. No, thank you. It's all sweaty."

Turius returns that with a body of fear.

She had a cheeky grin that seemed warm, but the edge of her mouth was cramped.

It doesn't look like he's always making room, and it looks pretty frustrating.

And to Lavalle's advice, saying 'thank you' doesn't mean 'okay'.

"My Lord Marquis, by the way. I'm just putting in a little bit right now...... do you know this Uncle Kartan?

I look sideways at the aristocrats crying at Uni for saying so.

Lavalle also turned his expression into a bitter smile like he had taken care of it.

"Oh, I'm close to him personally... but I didn't know this would mess up on this sunny banquet. No, not at all."

Then try to move more. Dooe poisoned him in the stomach.

"But when this happens, my brother in the corner is also going to water your reception. What do you say, Lord Turius? Once we leave the venue, we can talk calmly with Uncle Kartan."

"... yeah, right. I feel like ruining my eyesight, too."

Turius accepted Lavalle's proposal with great enthusiasm.

I can also say that I had to accept it. Depending on the banquet ceremony, you've caused trouble that could be ruined. Even if it's the other party's guide, in his position, we just have to sit back and settle in once.

The old Marquis narrows his eyes to the acceptance of Turius. All I could see was a laugh that I won proudly.

"Great. Shall we go then?... Uncle Kartan! You're coming, too. What could be a kingdom nobleman would not be lost in such a place."

"Ha! My Marquis.... you know, this daughter-"

"Naturally, even if you come. What, you're a party to this? No, it's the beginning.

Take the bewildered Earl of Cartan and Uni, and the line heads outside the venue.

On that road, I felt the eyes of the nobles curiosity come and go violently between Turius, and between Uni and Kartan. This matter will probably be known to all the nobles of the King's capital tomorrow. In Dooe's head, the Marquis' settling point of ploy is immeasurable, but this is all I can tell.

As long as we're in this king's capital, there's no escape for Turius.