Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

In a court under the jurisdiction of the High Court, notwithstanding the sudden opening of the hearing, some distinguished nobles had filled the hearing seats. Nobility is a creature blind to rumors. He also had the sad habit of not surviving without it again. Because if you don't grasp the thread of information stretched out by the social world in any way, you can easily lose sight of where you stand.

I don't feel shallow about Uni. I even feel grateful.

Somehow at the dawn of her and the Lord's victory, all of them are supposed to be witnesses just as they are. The outcome of this trial was supposed to be through the edge of their mouths, and instantly the nobles throughout the king's capital would know. Therefore, we must definitely win this hearing.

While waiting for the court to open, she looks over at the face-to-face appearance.

defendant's seat. Count Caltan lowered his hips to its central seat and looked around in a restless manner. When I see her, I get a gaze at things that are either glaring or hard to believe. This is how Uni sits in the opposite seat in a maid, after being considered the defendant in a sudden call and believing she was her own daughter. That would also be confusing.

It is the Marquis Lavalle who is appearing as a witness on the defendant's side who is embarrassing it by trying to whisper something. Though he looks like a favorite who cares about the Count, he occasionally turns his frustrating eyes to this one. This is how I put the unexpected into the plan that I thought was perfect. Inside, I should have felt sarcastic.

Plaintiff's seat. At the heart of this one is - Josephine. The complexion is bad. Are you more concerned about impeaching your husband from now on, or has it been a little too convincing? She doesn't seem to be feeling well, but she thinks that's fine if she makes it through today.

And most importantly,

"Ya. Shake a week"

That's what I said, a young man sitting down next to me in a comfortable voice.

Turius Shrounan Ovenil. Uni's beloved master.

(Master......!

My eyes moistened and my upward voice rang out to my throat. But I can live with that. She is not yet allowed to serve him.

It's all since we won this hearing.

Uni bowed his head deeply, silently, praying to apologize.

I didn't know you were going to hit me like this, and Linus floats a tannic surface like he bit a bitter bug.

When he received a report that Turius had been summoned to court, he came to hear the trial with Simone, who had rushed.

Trial.

If it were true, three days later a hearing would have been held to acknowledge the return of Henrietta Paula Caltan, after which she would have been the bell to put on Turius' neck.

But I had no idea the father of the day, Uncle Pierre Simon Cartan, would be sued before that.

Truly it is water in the sleeping ear.

"What the hell is this trial about?

Simone tells me she's confused, but she doesn't know Linus. Somehow, when I heard that my brother had been summoned, I followed him immediately. I didn't even have time to buy information.

"Well. As the plaintiff, it was the Lady of Justice who brought the complaint, so I think it's a problem in the Count Caltan's house."

"Then how could Sir Turius be a witness..."

It is unclear there. The only line connecting Turius to Uncle Cultham was the fact that he had secured Henrietta as a slave uni. So why do you stick your neck in the problems inside the Count Caltan family and stand by the Lady?

When Linus leaves no doubt in the mood for meddling, an old nobleman wearing an international flashy coat enters the courtroom. The nobleman sat in a chair set high above the bench.

Your Honor. When he corrects his residence and coughs heavily, the speech in court stops perfectly.

"I declare today's sitting open"

He deserved to preside over the magistrate of the kingdom, a voice full of prestige.

The judge set aside time to make sure his words went to all of the defendants, plaintiffs and hearers. Then I urge him to turn to the judge on the plaintiff's side.

"Read the indictment."

"Ha."

A young judge spread parchment.

"Sir Pierre Simon Cartan, Count of the Kingdom. Sincerely abusive in recent years while assuming responsibility for the countenance's heavy town. Especially when it comes to disturbing wind discipline and hemp in the house."

In short, it means being responsible but playing around.

It is a constant cliché in driving down politically ill-placed aristocrats. Anyway, it's nobles who can't build connections if they play outside, like nightclubs and gardening parties. Only aristocrats who have difficulty in exercising political influence are chased from their positions on that basis. Uncle Kartan, who also has the flaw of scandal due to the rise of a generation, falls under that category.

But what Linus can't solve is that it was his wife who sued him. She is an ancient wife who, although somewhat overminded, has supported her uncle as the wife of a terrible bran. How does that make me sue my husband?

"Uncle Kartan again, a week before the mortal, from under Sir Turius Shrounan Ovenil, Viscount of Marlan, plundered slaves"

Zawa, and the audience stood in color.

Uncle Kartan in the defendant's seat is flushing his face out of anger or just saying he is out of heart. I only got my daughter back. Why should it be bombarded and plundered under popular sight? That's what my uncle would think, and I wouldn't fall for Linus.

The daughter of that slave, regardless of her sexual roots, is certainly a child of the Count. It is still an incredible thought, but I have examined the Marquis Lavalle's investigation documents many times. If so, it means that a clean aristocratic maid, albeit a concubine, was unfairly enslaved. The right to request return should be vested in Uncle Kartan.

The question was answered by the continuation of the indictment.

"- Furthermore, the slave shall be falsely taken as his real son and used as a manipulation for the refusal of the Viscount's request for return. This is truly against the laws of the kingdom."

(What!?

Linus opened his eyes unexpectedly. Simone also glances, but she will simply be surprised. But knowing the truth, he couldn't have done it alone.

Did you fake the slave you took as your real child?

Surely, then, the canonicity of Count Caltan will be lost. But the identity of Uni is certainly Henrietta Paula Cartan. He's supposed to be the Count's real son.

If that fact is not a lie, it is impossible.

From what I can see, Count Caltan in the accused's seat was angry. The complexion is red and purple through the red tide at the earliest. Now, before the hearing was over, even the blood vessels in my brain could have cut and collapsed.

"This barbarism, while already righteous. I have doubts about the character of my uncle. Therefore, as the same Countess Jia Zheng, I would like to appeal for your departure. Prosecutors, Countess Josephine Louise Cartan. - That's it."

"Don't be ridiculous!

At the same time as the proposal and the indictment reading were completed, the uncle took a seat and raised his anger. Linus also thinks it's natural. The contents of the complaint are almost equal to what is said. Thousands of laughs, such as the descent that the slaves taken away were falsely taken as their real daughters. Indeed, it was also surprising as Linus, such as when a slave such as Uni was a fallen son of nobility. But surely that slave matches Henrietta's age and characteristics. Besides, the same is true of the time when the lady disappeared and the time when Turius bought the slave.

That's all there is to it. It is impossible to assume that there is a reason other than to take back his daughter's actions. What other motives can there be?

Your Honor slaps Kiddo.

"Defendant be silent."

"Knock..."

Count roaring in disgust. But I didn't return to my seat. In any case, the next is the defendant's statement of opinion.

The judge also went on without blaming it.

"Okay, defendant. If you have an opinion, make a complaint."

"Yes, Your Honor"

The Earl of Caltan moved forward from his seat as he corrected his dressed collar thoroughly.

"This appeal is factually groundless!

"What part of the indictment is factually groundless?

"- It's everything!

The old Count says so as to summon, and stares at his wife, who sits at the heart of the plaintiffs.

Did you indulge yourself in accusing your husband of bouldering, Mrs. Josephine's complexion is poor? Nevertheless, how could I have been willing to file such an appeal if I had shown such obsession with my husband?

(Ten, eighty-nine, whether Turius is pulling the thread...)

Linus sat next to Josephine, staring at her younger brother with a slightly lifted cheek expression.

Since that reception, Linus has always kept Turius under surveillance. Usually I keep a lookout in the mansion and house arrest, and the only way out is if I have a social to take myself. Without a doubt, you must not have had a chance to make contact with the Countess. It is also obvious from the fact that these two are united in court. But how?

(Nevertheless......)

The gaze moves further next to Turius and, oddly enough, to Uni, who appeared in maid clothes in court.

She was flat when she said she and her mother's revenge was right beside her. Often, that ex-slave also has a thick surface skin. I'm sure he looked like his husband.

Nevertheless, what does it mean to look like a maid on summons from the High Court? I also have a lot of insanity.

(Then it's like, all I'm saying is I'm back in the maid - wait?

Moment after moment, the picture clearly floated behind Linus's brain.

"Nevertheless, how could Mrs. Josephine complain like this -"

"... that's right, Simone"

Answer the question to your wife.

"The maid... more so with the Countess."

"She did? No way."

Simone laughed. The Countess Josephine is, from Miss Henrietta's point of view, an enemy who expelled her parents and herself. Simone doesn't know, but if Marquis Lavalle's investigation is certain, he's even been slapped in the mouth. Trying to work with someone like that is not something you can think of.

But Linus shakes his head to the side.

"Don't you see, Simone? If only we could keep an eye on what happened eleven years ago, there's a part of them that matches our interests."

"... what?

"Well, listen."

I asked my confused wife to bite and include.

"First of all, Lady Josephine can stand as Count Caltan's head of household before receiving unwanted intervention"

The son of the Earl of Caltan is a basin of darkness, even when he hears rumors. What happens if you hold your daughter, a new, age-appropriate hidden child, in a house where only such children inherit? It's a source of commotion in your house. Not as troublesome as a man, but even his daughter is troublesome enough. Sometimes if you take a bad son-in-law, they can lend you shelter and take your mother's house. Sometimes I may let her succeed me directly as Countess if I had to, because I tried to get in out of the ordinary course of Uncle Kartan.

Marquis Lavalle had prepared a measure to push her against Turius under the pretext of avoiding it and also to wear a bell around her neck. But Josephine didn't tell me the story. She needed to be heartily surprised at that wedding seat, and she didn't know what kind of demands she would make in exchange if she chewed my strong woman into a conspiracy. Either way, you must have been upset to realize that your son could be involved in a disturbance in your house without swallowing the circumstances.

Josephine is a mother at the same time as she is a wife. A son born of pain in the belly, which is also an old child. If that were a danger, it wouldn't be so strange to cut off an obsessed husband but move for his son. If Teng Himself, who caused the crisis, is the current uncle of Kartan, it is even more despicable.

"Plus, self-preservation. Either way, the little girl who threw herself out eleven years ago returned with the voice of the Lord. Madame's authority in the house would have been greatly hurt, and if Uncle Kartan was putting her up to be a living daughter, she could be distracted by ringing Madame's nonsense to protect her daughter's status."

If an old plugged woman gets separated, she won't wait for a delightful future ahead of her. It is imperative not only to reduce the scale of life, but also to buy contempt from the social community. I hear that the Countess Josephine has a high temper, and that she has risen with her husband to her present position. I can't stand being dropped into such a situation now.

"Secondly, the loyalty toward that maid Turius is unusual. A descended and gushed status and a living parting father, said the Count's Lady, etc., and a mother's vendetta. It's not surprising that you throw them away without wishing to return."

Anyway, I've been helping and following that [Slave Killer] business for 11 years. No matter how much slave obedience magic there is, there is no way you can keep dyeing your hands in such an act unwillingly and not be sick of your heart. In fact, the majority of the family of the Ovenil family resigned to the extent that they touched the Turius experiment, one of its scales. It is the uni that is unusual, flat with close involvement in it.

No matter how beautifully you take care of the outside, the essence of that slave is another killer who follows his brother's madness. According to the research, not once or twice has there been a case of ending the person who insulted Turius. She's such a madman. He joins his hands temporarily with his hatred, dragging his father down from the seat of the Earl's Lord. But he tries to return to the Lord. That would be the natural outcome.

"I mean, if even remorse were to flow into the water, it could be enough for those two to join hands and try to plunge Uncle Kartan."

It is a blind spot that even that Marquis of Lavalle overlooked. I didn't think there was a side to appeasing my son's future until I abandoned my remorse to Josephine and cut off my husband. I don't care how much my ass gets on fire.

Besides, it is even out of the imagination that the less spoken slave maid was equipped with an arm that could dictate off the old lady of the royal family.

"Sure you do."

"Oh, no muscle."

To Simone's rebuttal, Linus also complains.

I can see that Uni and Josephine could get their hands together. But it's a different matter of whether or not there's a chance of winning enough to make it to trial.

What was stated in the indictment is cod where it is practically rootless and good. If I thought I could win this, then that is also the good thing about women's shallow wisdom.

Fulfilling, Uncle Kartan in the defendant's seat had raised a neat objection with a brilliant curtailment of outrage.

"First of all, I don't remember committing any abuse that would disrupt the wind discipline in the house! If you are talking about eleven years ago, I surrounded Annamarie as a concubine because of inheritance. As a matter of fact, Henrietta was born before Josephine gave birth to her son. Besides, it is the Lord's responsibility to make more than one fortune in case the child is weak? Even if you surrounded her until eleven years ago for that matter, you're not guilty!

Exactly. Correctly, Josephine could not have had a child by the time he crossed the forty great platforms, so Uncle Kartan tried other women. The only one who was passionate about it was Yoro. Even if they are in a privileged environment as noble children, infants are prone to death. With that in mind, even after the birth of the first child, there is no problem with keeping the concubine who gave birth to the first child.

But...

"Objection"

Josephine said so as she raised her hand.

"Plaintiff's representative, I authorize you to object"

"Thank you, Your Honor. Well, I object… The defendant is trying to change the issue."

"What!?

To the Lady's words, the Count decided:

In contrast, the judge gently slaps the wooden hammer with the hammer in his hand.

"Defendant. The plaintiff's objection is not over yet."

"... Ha. With all due respect."

The Count obeyed his life honestly. Regardless, I never forgot to send a hateful glance at Madame in the moment of retreat.

Josephine keeps flat so that she doesn't have any emotion for it.

"Okay, I'll go on. As a matter of fact, my husband's actions continue to this day."

"Oh my God."

The judge gently jumped his eyebrows. Meanwhile, the accused, the Count, sighs small. What are you talking about, the look on your face said.

"In my Count's house, there is a shameful replacement of maids. … the reason for this is that it belongs to my husband, Pierre Simon."

The lady said even more stupid things. An audience speaks the language.

"Did they ask you?

"Oh. It's like Uncle Kartan's got his hands on the maid. But he said..."

"Don't say anything rare. Rumor has it..."

"... Objection!

Now the defendant disagreed.

"I was free of maids at home because Josephine's chi there is all the reason. It's a bad idea, too!

Screw you, Count Caltan. To the best of Linus' knowledge, it is Uncle Kartan who is right. Josephine's unusual depth of jealousy is not as famous as Turius' notoriety, but it's a famous story. Just the stories I heard, I threw a vase at my husband and the maid who just had a mouthful of mouth and broke my forehead, but I got a terrible scratch and kicked out of the house, and there are so many examples out there.

That is well known to the nobles in the hearing room.

But...

"Your Honor."

Here, and more so, Turius raised his hand.

"Now we did it, we didn't. We risk spending our time on waterboarding. It's not good to prolong the trial for nothing, is it?

"So, I guess"

"So I was wondering if it would be wise to ask the Countess, who was told about it, to submit the argumentative evidence. I remember that in such cases, the burden of proof rests with the party who said it."

Linus laughs.

How dare you? It is a plaintiff's faction present with the Lady, yet it is said as if it were other personnel. If now the Lady fails to produce any evidence, would it not be the same act to dig a grave? It's not what the man who left everything to his ex-slave who let go and was just trapped in the mansion said. After all, my stupid brother was my stupid brother.

"Indeed, Sir is right. So, plaintiff's representative, can you offer me something to argue with?

Mrs. Fulfilling,

"Yes, we've called in a few witnesses during the refrain."

I said that in a flat tone.

"Stupid."

Count Caltan is outraged.

"I swear, I don't remember imitating my hands on a mansion maid!

"Isn't that for the judges who heard the testimony to judge?

That's what Turius says about falling out.

What the hell is this guy's attitude? Linus wondered. There is no connection between him and Josephine. One is only Henrietta - no, it's uni. Turius himself should have had no room to get in touch with the Countess.

How can that behave as if it puts full confidence in the witness prepared by the Lady?

Out of doubt, the trial goes on.

"Then we take testimony from witnesses on the part of the plaintiff. Let me in."

"Ha."

About six people have been urged to enter the courtroom. They were all young women. Back in the year, the oldest was around thirty and the youngest was in his late teens. Approximately twenties. Quite a few good looking women, but the outfit is grassy. Probably a civilian. What caught my attention was that there were two or so of them with great wounds on their faces.

"Ask the plaintiff. Who are the witnesses you have called?

In response to the Your Honor's question, Josephine answers with a ghostly blue face.

"They all work infidelity with their husbands - in former maids I banished from the mansion."

"What!?

The old lady's confession gives way to the venue.

"This is different... I didn't expect the intimate parties to ask for the help of impeachment on my husband"

"Besides, that Mrs. Josephine is?

"As rumors have it, some daughters have been wounded in the face. How dare you make me understand the role of a witness?"

The listeners whisper to each other in such a way that they cannot hide their confusion. The women gathered as witnesses, not as much as Uni, should all have seen the painful distress by Josephine. What does it mean to stand by the Lady and testify? Anyone who knows the circumstances at all will remember the confusion.

And here's what you should think.

- Even the Lady's victims stand for impeachment, countess abuse, or facts?

and.

"... Objection!

Shortly before the wind changed direction completely, the Marquis of Lavalle raised his hand.

"Your Honor. If you look at it, all the witnesses who have just entered the courtroom are civilians who can be seen as living in distress. As a defendant, I can't help but remember some fear of the credibility of the testimony."

"You think they're getting a takeover from the plaintiff?

"Dear Left"

Marquis, who hath received my will.

Indeed, if you were offered gold without a living, you could also take the hands of a hateful opponent. In fact, there is a daughter who, for her own sake, has consigned herself and her mother to the sacrifice of the Gorotsky.

But...

"Reject Objection"

"What?"

Your Honor, he got away with it.

"Being a civilian, so poor the late...... certainly that could be a hotbed for takeovers. But isn't that the same thing with nobility? titles, sequences, formats, origins, interests… There are also many techniques that make testimony unfair. By the way, if you refuse to even stand on the stand, the hearing won't be constituted."

It is a true argument. Perjury, suspicion of takeover, should be verified for the first time since inconsistencies in testimony and facts have been seen, and if we do not, the trial will cease to go binary or ternary.

There's no way that Marquis Lavalle would make such a preliminary difference here.

(What are you thinking, you monster...)

Linus, who was supposed to be an ally in his position, was also puzzled.

Of course, I don't think this is just a mistake. There must be some deep thoughts in hiding. But it cannot be read.

The Marquis sighs deeply, but does it look deliberate because he knows the sexual roots of that old man?

"Your Honor said the witness was not of origin, but that he would be tried for this action only on the basis of the content of the testimony?

"Dear Left"

"... I understand. No, if you ask me, it's the most."

Lavalle returned to her seat, showing resistance all shaped.

There was a slight colour of pleasure in the eyes of the presiding judge who saw it. Probably would have been isolated from Lavalle. The High Court, which also judges nobility by the code and authority of the kingdom, is an instrument of dress that solemnly cleanses local nobility for the centralists. It will have been scattered before. Sometimes, at the behest of Lavalle, he may have issued judgments that were not in keeping with his intentions. It is now that Lavalle sits on the defendant's side and runs to the defense. I'm sure you're happy to be able to interact with the truth and the position to judge this appeal.

(That grandfather hates me a lot too)

Of course, it wouldn't be as good as that stupid brother, but Linus muttered in his mouth alone.

"Then the plaintiff-side witness. Testify in turn."

"Yes..."

The presiding judge urges the former maids of the witness to begin testifying in turn.

Its contents include:

"Ya..."

and all I can say to Linus is that Simone was so naked that she blushed.

Naturally, the witness was not a substitute for being deceived in person either. The ex-made women standing on the stand spoke intermittently, blushing themselves or fading to confess a felony.

How disgraceful and intact was the deed made by the Count a maid.

"Jeez, it's practically rootless! I am, I am such a..."

"Be quiet! Be quiet!"

To Kartan, who summons his innocence and pleads, the judge ordered him to slap Kiddo many times.

The eyes that look at the cartoons in the courtroom become acceleratingly cold.

A woman who was injured did not hide what was going on. Isn't it a lie that there has been excessive abuse of my uncle's personal life? and.

So the uni that had been silent moved.

"Ma'am, your husband still doesn't seem to be able to acknowledge what you're not doing."

"... yeah, right..."

The corresponding Countess is increasingly blue-faced. I guess it's still hard to sue my husband, who's been with me for years, and who's so obsessed with that. Then Linus thought, don't do anything extra.

The iron-skinned maid makes further demands on an old woman who is likely to fall before the trial is over.

"I foolishly believe that we should summon more witnesses."

More, Witness?

Linus, who painstakingly blamed it, blinked.

Even though you say it's a concentrated fire of ex-made women, you say you still have witnesses.

The Countess concurs with a dead face, a puppeted measure.

"Right. … Your Honor. We have brought other family members from the Mansion. … let them testify, too?

Mansion people.

Speaking of which, this was meant to drag Count Caltan down from the Lord. Evidence of injustice and abuse is only a means of doing so. Those who would be directly affected if the aim was to replace the Lord - there is no way they have not had the cooperation of the ministers and servants of the Counts.

Otherwise, because this move is where Uncle Kartan finds out beforehand in snitches and so on, and even if it succeeds, there is a risk that it will be rolled back.

"Let's admit it. further testimony from the plaintiff."

With the permission of the judge, it was the men serving the butler and other mansions who came into the courtroom.

Until they recognised the testimony of the former maids, Uncle Kartan faded and leaned his body as if he had come even at the end of the world.

So far, Uni had a mild sense of satisfaction that everything was going well.

To the testimony of former maids and family members who were dismissed from the mansion, and above all to the prosecution of the Lady.

All of it is her work, if you ask me.

- The magic incense of brainwashing.

It's a familiar tool that I've been using for a long time before I got Dry, a 'work' transplanted with demonic eyes. It is a powerful means of brainwashing that, although inferior to the demonic eye in its immediacy and compulsion, is irresistible to half human beings.

Regardless, abducted by the Count's house by herself - in her subjectivity - is something she didn't have when she was taken, but this is the city of Brossenne, where she has worked as an adventurer for many years.

If you're as magical as Uni, who dried being a dark elf and said "I don't think you're human," it's not that hard to transfer directly to the dungeons around the city to hunt and collect the materials you need to formulate.

She also had the Marquis Lavalle's hands and surveillance, but they were outside the mansion. If "Greater Teleport" is used in the room where the curtain is closed at night, it will not be captured first. Uni's ability to cover up that he won't even let the killer sense if he's not a 'piece' for combat or someone close to it. If you do that, you can hide even the exercise of great sorcery.

That's how the material was collected and perfume was formulated using the Count's mixing room. She thinks this process was the hardest. The equipment was old and inconvenient on top of the equipment. That was the first feeling that the old basement of the main Ovenil mansion was better, was correct.

I used a lot of hard sourced perfume at all costs. Brainwash the humans around the mansion, find out where the fired maids are going and brainwash them again towards there as well. That's how we put this situation in order.

For a short period of a week, being single and getting there was a boulder that broke the uni's bones as well. But I don't see any profound impression on Turius sitting next to him when he says that the achievement is shown here.

(Your husband takes it for granted that I would be able to do this...)

To that recognition, the core of my head was callously and hot paralyzed.

I felt a full sense of trust and unjustified understanding from my husband there.

He believed in himself, who had fallen into the adultery of his miserable enemies and, instead, had fallen to his footsteps. She knew exactly what she could salvage.

Keeping the look on your face that is about to melt and collapse with the joy of gushing, diligently to the usual. Beneath his face, which from the side did not move as much as his hair muscles, the lava plated enthusiasm was swirling.

(... you shouldn't. We need to concentrate on the trial)

Uni thinks so and tightens his spirit.

Whether or not the days of service to my husband return to this hand hangs in this trial. And that's never an alarming battle. The status quo is favorable here, but the opponent is accompanied by a skilled conspirator named Marquis Lavalle. It's not something I know what kind of hands I'm going to roll out if I have to.

"Let's get around here for the facts of Uncle Kartan abuse"

"Your Honor...! Give me a chance to defend myself!

"What do you know about evidence and witnesses?

"Ugh..."

At the sight of the Your Honor, the Count clogs his words.

There's no way I know anything about that. The ministers, who would have borne witness to his innocence, stood on the stand on Josephine's side.

That is not the case, such as evidence that merely overturns the words of those who have come to terms with the circumstances of the house.

"You don't seem to have one. Okay, dismissed. Both the witness and the material evidence determine that the defendant is not prepared. Proceed to the next hearing"

Ignoring Uncle Kartan's plea, the trial proceeded.

The contents of the indictment are that the Count first disrupted the wind discipline in the house, then took the uni from Turius, and that he falsely took the last uni as his daughter. Of these three appeals, we succeeded in having one admitted first. However, these three fights are not meant to be a victory lawsuit for the winning side.

The winning condition on the part of Turius shall be to regain the uni before the activation due date of Plan D. In other words, if this trial prolongs until a later date, it is a loss at that stage. After that, I'll have to put her down and get away with it.

To avoid that, there is no alternative to winning this hearing and settling it within today.

If we pull the thread behind us, and make it Lavalle and Linus, who do not know the existence of Plan D, the prolonged trial and Turius's stay in the king's capital would be welcome. You'll need to make some changes to the plan, because the measures to get him married while he's here are sufficient. The opponent doesn't have to be uni about anything. Because there are many other daughters of nobility who do not have to be confined to the Count Caltan family, which is a good condition for use in the measure, but only for use in marriage. Lavalle would also not have the personality to be more hesitant now to cut off the chicken ribs.

If Uncle Kartan was placed in the whirlpool of appeals, he would have a horn, and for the Marquis of Lavalle camp, this trial would be a battle that could be said to win if even one of the three bottles were taken. This one is at a disadvantage from the edge.

... but I took this hand because I stepped on that battle with Uni.

"The ensuing hearing concerns the robbery of slaves from under Sir Turius. For the plaintiff's part, state your opinion."

"Oh, yes."

It was Tullius who stood prompted by the judge. In this appeal it was natural, because he was the victim of being deprived of slavery.

Uni narrowed his eyes and dropped off the Lord heading to the stand in a relaxed pace to see the dazzling.

"A week ago, at our main residence, there was a wedding reception for my brother, Linus Strain Ovenil, Earl of Voldan."

That's how Turius cut it out.

Perhaps Linus, who would be listening to this trial, must have had his name on his face.

"Uncle Kartan said that Lady Josephine was my slave, Uni."

My slave. Uni felt blissful that the Lord would refer to himself and call him so. I hallucinate that the vibrations from the tympanic membrane to the brain stir through my head as I tap into the synapse of pleasure.

"- She was very surprised that she had dark hair green eyes, the same as Annamarie, her uncle's former concubine. Cutting it off, my uncle recognized her at the same time, and to me, the owner of the uni..."

Plus I'm the owner! In front of the kingdom aristocrats who lived side by side, they proclaimed exaltedly that they were the one and only masters of this humble slave!

Uni was already, touched and his head seemed to work out. No, this is even in the realm of senses beyond emotion already. The back of his abdomen narrowed uncut and he even felt pulsating in sync with his chest beat.

Of course, such a reaction is not even shown on the table. Because there is no foolishness enough to expose suspicious behavior and expressions in a High Court hearing.

She put her hand on her chest with no expression, quenching her inner excitement.

"- I made a request to hand over my personality. In doing so, have you thought about guaranteeing the legitimacy of your request, even if you have falsely stated that she is your own real child?"

"Objection! Henrietta is the truth, my child!

Uncle Kartan interrupted in an ugly way. She is uncomfortable with the word of the Lord in the corner.

The judge waved down the hammer in his hand twice, as he was also frightened.

"Dismisses the objection. I'm not asking about it right now."

"Guru......!

"Thank you, Your Honor.... So, you go on. And I did not reject the demands made by the Count. In any case, the Marquis of Lavalle there was also there, even agreeing to Uncle Cartan's claim. Was there a way for me, a young man and a minor, to refuse? So I decided to let her cry and let her go, unwilling, and leave it with Your Excellency until there was a return in the light of jurisprudence one day. … that's it."

Turius' statement of opinion concludes.

It was a sad event no matter how many times I thought back. The collar that was crushed at that time is an important item that I have been wearing for eleven years. The magically powerful collar changes in size in response to changes in the fitter's physique and keeps admonishing himself at all times. That's why she was engraved with her growth and memories of him.

I didn't expect to push it until I had to destroy it with the Lord's own hands - I really can't run out of grudges for Lavalle and Caltan.

Leaving room for Uni's reticence, the judge looks at Kartan.

"Defendant, any objections to the action?

"... Yikes! Your Honor!"

The Count replied, squeezing his temper.

Earlier, I said I was so beaten up, it was a frightened fast recovery. The bad thing about my magical qualities and giving up, Cheng Cheng, I do think I may resemble this man.

Not knowing dew that he is tired of his blood-connected daughter, Uncle Kartan argues with his chest stretched.

"Plaintiff, Turius Ovenil has stated falsehood!

"Defendant. What is the falsehood stated by the plaintiff?

"It is that I have broken the complaint that she is my real child as false! This man did utter words that day acknowledging Henrietta as my daughter!

I got a second one, Uni thought.

Having your uncle say those words is the aim of this appeal. I set it up from the beginning so that it does.

It's not what she did.

It's the measure he's been planting since that day.

"Objection"

The Turius raises his hand straight to the objection of his uncle.

"I don't remember saying a word like that?

It was a confident affirmation.

It is a way of saying that there is nothing to be ashamed of in full heaven.

I'm sure you'll have a quiet but sunny look, Uni guessed. I'm sorry I can't see his face standing and advancing forward while I'm in my seat. But also the riddle of her stretched back, which satisfied her eyes with it.

Aside from that, Uncle Kartan was furious with the objection.

"What are you saying stupid!? You took off your collar and handed over your daughter!

(You're a really angry Mitsujin...)

Uni was ashamed at the same time that he was shy, omitting that he was also a character prone to losing degrees when the Lord was involved. Where we are both short minded, are we still parents and children?

"Oh, dear, have you forgotten what I said then? Hey, uni?

Saying and looking back to the Lord, she beckoned.

It is a confirmation as to whether the supplier.

Of course, Uni had also planted a brainwashing on Uncle Kartan. They brainwashed the humans in the mansion. So how can we make that master an exception? And unless we do something about this man, she can't go back to the Lord.

The brainwashing she applied to her uncle,

"... Remember"

"So you can do the trick, too?

"Whatever. You said..." I thought it would be easier for me to take things off my hands. "

- 'To answer Turius's question, honestly'.

Uncle Kartan is a former court magician, even if he rots, and has enough magic to let Uni inherit his qualities. Because it becomes resistant, the effect of brainwashing is weak, and because of the hostility towards Turius and his obsession with his daughter, he cannot imply what he did to Josephine and others.

But to the extent that it makes you answer the question. If you can guarantee him the legitimacy of his actions, that he can escape the guilt of spitting lies.

… the implication goes without a problem.

Turius laughed at the gain.

"Exactly. I removed her collar because it was a means of making things easier for me. Because it happened in the middle of a reception. Lord Kartan is the Count of the same age as my brother, the groom, and he has beaten our brothers in old age. Doesn't that make a big deal of noise about 'my daughter being enslaved' or something like that!

And turn your gaze to the Marquis of Lavalle, who sits behind the cartan.

"Hey? You want to avoid that, don't you? My Lord Marquis Lavalle, who served as a companion to that wedding?

"… indeed, if it were such a noise at a sunny reception, your brother, your heel, might also be in danger"

Lavalle said with a slight snort. In my position as a mediator, and beyond being a noble nobleman who obeys the format through employment, I can only answer that if asked this way.

And gives Turius a seemingly abominable gaze at the caltan for the silence that led him to forgive the word.

I suppose this old politician also thinks that Uncle Kartan, aboard the provocation of youth, said an honest answer to the detour. If my uncle falls in love with the air, he must think it could have been easily prevented.

But I can't do that.

In order not to do that, Uni hung the implication.

"Well, the controversy in the first place was that I recognized Uni as Miss Henrietta. You didn't admit it, did you? Then I ask you, Count, with all due respect.... What the hell made you think that?

"You are... you are! You did teach Henrietta to give the Countess the wording she deserved! I told you not to talk like that! You need to call me cheaper!

"Exactly. And Lord Turius praised it, didn't he?

Neither does Marquis Lavalle leave everything to the cartan, who has committed a loss of control over the boulder. It just pinches my mouth.

But there is no way that Turius, while Uni's beloved master has been reading about this development for a week, is not prepared for it.

"What? Isn't that a misunderstanding?

"Misunderstood? This says something different"

"It's an absolute misunderstanding. My Lord Marquis, there is something wrong with you."

I dare to stay between avoiding clear answers and relax in a way that makes them exasperate.

By doing so, we are putting an end to the unnaturalness of the next development.

Shortly before the hasty judge lifted the hammer to slap the wooden hammer,

"Count Caltan! I said, 'That's not true,' is it?

"Huh!? Cal -"

"What's wrong with that!?

Developments where the Marquis says this question will be settled soon after he blocks it.

One beat late, the sound of a knock on a tree called Cancún.

"Plaintiff, what does this question mean?

"Before we do that, Your Honor, just in case, I would like to throw the exact question at the Count of Caltan again.... Count Caltan, His Excellency the Marquis, at that time regarded my words and actions as treating her as a nobleman equal to herself. In contrast, I said, 'No.... That's not true,' I thought I said. Different?

"I did say it! But I heard what happened."

"... you asked, Your Honor!?

Turius looks up to the seat of the presiding judge at height.

On that clap, Uni also saw his side.

He is a confident, knowledgeable smile. It's the same face I had when I finished the experiment and got a response. She is the expression I have seen many times, but I still don't think I can look back many times and never get tired of it.

Your Honor snorted.

"Oh, I heard. 'I did say that,' said Uncle Kartan. The record keeper has already booked it."

"Thank you.... You're right, I'm denying the words of Marquis Lavalle, 'That's not true'. Because your Marquis is a nobleman higher than I, the first Viscount, and an elderly man, and a benefactor who was also a wedding companion to his brother, I decided to be as soft as I could possibly say no."

And Turius turns to Lavalle again.

"It would be this untrained immorality of mine that made it sound like humility and caused the Marquis to pass. Maybe there was a little more apt rhetoric, huh? I'm sorry about that."

"Sir Turius said he didn't recognize your slave as Miss Henrietta, did he?

"Now let me be clear not to be misunderstood. … Yes, not once"

To a powerful assertion, the face of the old Marquis was distorted.

"So why did you tell her to change her language?

"This is what I said to her back then. It's not a good word, is it, my lady? Then His Excellency the Count will be saddened ',. Uncle Kartan simply seemed offended by the tone she had enslaved, until he ordered it to be changed."

"To order a slave, though in a fearful tone?

"I foolishly think that it is an impeccable manipulation. Anyway, Uncle Kartan was furious when he treated her like a slave, right? Did you dislike it so much...... Uncle Kartan?

"Naturally! Where in the world is a father happy to have his own daughter enslaved!?

Cartan following the implication and answering honestly what he thought to the question.

It just looks like he slipped his mouth aloud by his side. He couldn't keep up the warm old master's mask, such as the Marquis of Lavalle next door, and had the colour of clarity and contempt in his eyes.

Uni finds Linus and his wife in the hearing room. The young Earl also had a gaze of disappointment at the old Count's ugliness. Measures I purposefully carried out until the sudden wedding. It would be natural to assume that there were so many flaws in it.

Simone seemed interesting somehow.

"Thus the fury of the Earl of Cartan, like a fierce fire, until he carefully imitated it like an oil pour. I don't think it's too trivial to admit that Uni is Miss Henrietta."

"Objection. Lord Turius may also show an attitude of complying with the demands of Uncle Caldam. If you obey the uncle, you should have bowed your head. Didn't you, Sir Turius?

Lavalle did not try to leave it to Caltan at the earliest, but to try Turius with his own brains and tongue. Cheng Cheng, the old warrior who boasts a thousand experiences in Hai Chi Mountain is not good enough for the opponent, even though he is an English master.

"... That's right, Uncle Kartan, you've lost your head."

So,

"So can you testify about that time? Uncle Kartan, I bowed my head to you!

- Absolutely, we will not compete on the mound prepared by Lavalle.

Do not deal with difficulties and win easily. That's the most efficient way to compete.

But the Marquis also comes to inhibit it, even knowing that he was distracted from the spear by the cartoon.

"Count, this is..."

"My Lord Marquis, I am asking His Excellency the Count of Caltan.... Your Honor?

"Um. Uncle Kartan, open your testimony."

It also ends in underdevelopment. For the sake of a fair hearing, extra mouth-to-mouth should be cautious.

Naturally, Your Honor will not tolerate the Marquis's indulgence and wisdom.

Uncle Cultham opens his tease by staring at Turius with his bloody eyes.

"Here's what you said." If you are a man who submits to His Excellency's prestige, you are naturally concerned to this extent. "That's how I got my word, and now what?"

"Yes, that's it! Ladies and gentlemen, you heard!?

Turius opened his hands wide as he met Pavan and his palms, looking over the entire courtroom.

"Your Honor?

"Sure you heard?

"The judge there?

"Oh, yes. I heard."

"How is Lord Marquis Lavalle? No, it's right next door. You didn't miss it, did you?

…… Yeah, I heard that. "

The Marquis of Lavalle also has to be persuaded. If I could not hear this, for there is a hearing loss because of old age, I would lose credibility in testifying to what I heard and knew.

To the bitter recourse of the Old Marquis, he says with satisfaction.

"Yes, I served His Excellency the Count's 'glory'. No, I didn't follow his' correctness'. Anyway, I'm the Viscount, and on that night of the wedding, I'm the brother of the groom who should be abhorred for rubbing. I would have to humble His Excellency the Count, who is outnumbered by the title and a guest of the reception. That's why I bowed my head and showed it to you."

"Reason! You don't mind if I take my daughter home."

"Did I tell you?

Cultan, who was on the verge of gaining momentum, stops perfectly.

"Yes, I didn't say..."

"Yes, I only told my brother that I would explain the situation in the middle seat. I don't remember saying a word or two about taking you home. If I may add, Countess..."

Turius rode himself out to peek in.

I'm sure you have a full smile on your face.

It was a little too bad for Uni not to be able to indulge in that.

"- Did you ever hear me say a word then that I would admit Uni was Miss Henrietta?

Kartan turns his complexion to a darker red-purple color again. I'm somewhat worried that my brain's blood vessels are cut and I won't fall. Because if that happens, the trial will be prolonged - well, worst of all, I'll fit in to die. Uni concluded so faintly.

Blinking and trembling, Kartan opens his mouth.

"Oh, that too... Hey, I didn't tell you, I was..."

Yes, he never once made a statement to the effect that he would let her go.

Simply induced the Count to interpret it that way.

... shame on myself for realizing that too, until I put the time aside overnight.

The Lord was going to get her back from the beginning.

"Right, I never admitted your claim. Yet I have entrusted her to be taken away, in order to avoid rubbing her on the spot, as Your Lordship is nobler than I am. So I thought I'd ask for it back later in the light of the law."

"Kee, it's a trick... Oh, you opened the door to the room for me...!?

Kartan telling her to gasp in a plundered voice.

Indeed, that night, Turius opened the door to the reception room himself, and Caltan returned through it.

But...

"I opened that for His Excellency the Marquis.... Did I ask you to come home? Encouraged you to leave?... Did you say those words?

Turius asks the cartan overlapping.

He just opened the door then. I didn't say if you would welcome me home or if you could come back to the feast.

Cartan left on his own to ignore him, out of the mood to get his daughter back. Forced to pull my own hand.

You deserve it, Uni thinks.

"Yes, I didn't say..."

"Objection! Your Honor, the plaintiff's side is manipulating and replacing the facts!

Marquis Lavalle crosses his mouth. But Turius tells the old man he's pissed off.

"I object to that objection! I'm just asking Uncle Kartan to recognise the factual relationship and the situation again. It is even out-of-heart to be able to decide that it is a manoeuvre, a swap, etc!

"Be quiet!

The judge sounded a woodchuck and alarmed.

"As things stand, there are no inconsistencies in the plaintiffs' testimony or interrogation, and it also coincides with the contents of the defendants' rebuttal. Therefore, the defendant dismisses the objection."

"Guru......"

The old aristocrat moaned in disgrace.

How that Marquis of Lavalle can be interacted with by the chief of the centralists, the conspirators known to the nobles of all the kingdoms. The hearing seat that sees it squeaks.

"Does the plaintiff still not state enough?

"Yes. One last thing"

Say, Turius turns again to Kartan.

"My Lord Count. When you left the reception room with me that day... who did you say hello to?

"La, I made it to His Excellency Lavalle..."

"How about me? On the day of the reception a week ago, he was the groom's brother and relative's representative, and to the second son of the Ovenil family, did you give this to me a proper exit greeting?

"Do not..."

The answer was a tiny, mosquito-like voice.

"I can't hear you. Please try again with a proper loud voice"

"... I'm telling you I didn't!

"Have you heard, gentlemen?!?

Turius puts up a resounding voice during the courtroom.

He was now the star of this hearing. Exchange the elderly Count in, and let that Marquis of Lavalle blow even a bubble. Young Viscount of the Year. Everyone was blinded by that one-by-one throw.

To Uni, his back even looks dazzling and backlit.

(It's lovely, my husband......!

Turius' single-altar continues, receiving her gaze with her eyes unwittingly narrowed.

"You're right, he left without even saying hello to me! And take my slaves without forgiveness! Even though this is young and about below, will it be done against nobility? No, the nobility of the other house, that is not to be exchanged for the flesh and blood of the host of the invited feast either. Because Uncle Kartan doesn't know how to behave as a kingdom nobleman!

"Shut up! You [Slave Killer] Shit!

What blocked it was a cartan of shapes that stormed the furious hair heaven.

"You think it's a noble way of treating you? Behavior! Can a man like you be recognized as an aristocrat!?

"Don't get me wrong, Uncle Kartan"

against which he was extremely calm.

"It is not I, but you, who are being heard on this occasion as to whether or not you are a nobleman of the kingdom. In the first place, your wife was sued for making it a problem, wasn't she? I'm only standing here because I've been summoned as a witness. May I say it again? You're the one being sued.... don't you know how much it is?

It was a mean question.

But Uncle Kartan, hung by implication at the hands of Uni,

"- I don't care about that!

To Turius' question, that is, to the words he utters in questionable form, I can only answer them all honestly.

Naturally, I'll be honest with you about what I thought if you asked me.

Normally, I would have been able to restrain myself, and the idea that sprang up impulsively after the outrage is all.

"... ah?... Ah."

It was literally too late to hold your mouth down with your hands.

The eyes of man in the courtroom who sees Uncle Kartan are as cold as the winter sky.

Who shall I admit to being a nobleman, that is also an Earl, such as a man who loses degrees and shouts' I don't care 'in a trial that has been taken away from him?

Marquis Lavalle had the light in his eyes that could even see his intention to kill, staring at the pawn in his footsteps. Linus in the hearing room looked down with a face that represented clarity and disdain despite his equally qualified and elderly counterpart. Josephine was either overmedicated or silent from earlier. She also has the color of deep disappointment in her husband's ugliness in her eyes.

Royal nobility, former court magician, Earl. Everything that comprised Pierre Simon Caltan had now rubbled and collapsed.

Uni... I didn't care. Sure, he's a blood-connected opponent, but he doesn't even think he's a father, etc. It was Henrietta who loved and respected him as his father. The daughter died eleven years ago. Being here is a uni born eleven years ago. If she dares to mention her presence as a father, she would be Turius like no other. Is the mother… the alchemy he gets?

In a quiet courtyard, the voice of Turius groaning in good spirits.

"As you can see, my character as a nobleman of my uncle. We would like to reiterate our strong appeal for the crime of abridging slaves, our property, while remaining of such character. By the way, Countess?

And I turned to Kartan again.

"You pointed to me earlier and said [Slave Killing], didn't you?

"Oh......"

The voice of response is so small that it seems to disappear.

I guess mental exhaustion is remarkable.

Turius continues unattached.

"Is it a sin for a nobleman to kill his own slave?

"Sin, not..."

Exactly.

Slavery is legally an instrument and a property. As long as it belongs to me, I'm free to do whatever it takes.

It is a common law not only in this country, but also in the countries of Ithusela.

"So what about taking someone else's slave?

"Sin, is..."

This is also true.

Being a tool and property should not be used or taken at will by others.

Do not steal people's 'things'. It's a logic that even children must understand.

"Fine. Does that mean you understand it properly there? - That's all from me."

After a grand proclamation, Gakri and Kartan got to their knees.

More than expected, Uni admires.

The Lord showed me more than what I had planted.

I didn't expect Uncle Kartan to denigrate the character as well as ring the nothingness that deprived him of his uni personality. We'll know until she hints at her uncle so the trial is in her favor. But he made the most of the implication of breaking the type and hanging from the uncle.

The second one… is a complete victory that far exceeds expectations.

- Patchy, patchy.

Within the courtroom, the sound of a dry applause sounded.

Its Lord is the Marquis of Lavalle.

He couldn't even look at Uncle Kartan, who sat powerless, and he was leaning straight towards Turius.

"No, you're not a brilliant talker when it comes to being young, Viscount. I'm impressed with this old body."

"This is... unwanted, such as compliments from His Excellency the Marquis"

"Damn, don't be so modest"

There was plenty of room for Lavalle's voice to praise his enemy, Turius.

That would be the case, too. It is only Uncle Kartan who receives pain in this trial. In contrast, what this old monster loses has little reputation for sophistication. I wouldn't think it would be too painful.

Besides,

- But there's one hole in Sir's high theory.

"Hmm?"

"It has not been proven that your slave is not the same person as Miss Henrietta, has it?

Letting malice seep into the grin disguised as favorable, the Marquis said.

Yes, the retirement of Uncle Kartan is not enough for Uni to return to the Lord. It doesn't make any difference that she stays in her capacity as Henrietta Paula Cartan, even though she ends up tied to that Count family. Even without the present contemporary Pierre Simon Cartan, if there is a 'device' called the Count of Cartan's house, Lavalle's measures will at any rate turn.

It's about this monster. It would be easy to manipulate as you wish, such as a house where the Lord has just taken turns. Furthermore, the succession of the Count Caltan family is young and lacks capacity. If the Marquis Lavalle fits into his guardian or something, he will be told later.

The Marquis loses nothing, and on the contrary, Turius definitely loses Uni.

But.

"His Excellency the Marquis is also fast at heart"

Turius flaunts his shoulder and gives it back.

Yes, it's too soon to say it's over.

"The trial is still going on. There's still one item left in the pleadings, isn't there? I wonder what it was......" Furthermore, it makes the slave false as his real son and a manipulation for not being able to refuse the Viscount's request for return. This is truly against the laws of the kingdom. "Does it fit, Your Honor?

"There's no difference. And so is the plea at hand."

"... to prove that now?

"Yes."

"Ho ho -?"

To the answer, Marquis Lavalle laughed. It is a fierce and abusive grin. The best sleeper in the kingdom, the old connoisseur who brings together the centralists, has finally stripped himself of his true nature.

Think of it, this man overgrown during this hearing. There are unexpectedly few occasions when we turn exclusively to the Count's support and turn ourselves to attack. So is it about time you cut the trump card or something you were hiding?

It is the greatest focus for Turius and Uni, in a phase where it is determined whether she is his slave or not.

"Come on, let me try"

"I didn't have to tell you to do it.... She did."

And he turns this way.

Turius' face was as usual. Hide your careless eyes with a calm expression, and then there's trust in her behind it.

"Uni. That's my turn. I left the rest to you."

Oh, and she exhaled small.

Orders from the Lord. Trust to leave it to you. To the happiness of being able to feel that comforting weight on her back again, she forgets herself only for a moment.

Regardless, it's only a moment. I have no intention of exposing my squire to the serious flavors here.

She bowed her head respectfully toward her husband.

"… orders, accepted. Your husband."