Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Inside the courtroom it was wrapped up at length.

Standing on the witness stand on the plaintiff's side is a girl with a beautiful appearance wrapped in a maid's outfit. It is also impossible for a maid to appear at a hearing under the jurisdiction of the High Court, but it is her claim that she is circled to it.

- My identity is a slave, not a countess.

It is truly unheard of.

There are no civilians who claim to be involved in nobility. However, it was not the norm to take the opportunity to call myself the daughter of the Earl's family, even though I shouted out loudly that I was a slave.

Who the hell says such absurdity?

If asked so, whoever is present at this trial has no choice but to answer:

Henrietta Paula Caltan, or self-proclaimed Uni, and.

"She really wants to go back under Sir Turius."

Simone Merrier Pontovan - No, Ovenil was whining so unexpectedly.

Until he refused to bathe in the riches of the Count's house, his desire to return. During the trial, the look on her face remained almost unchanged from what I saw, but I feel clearly more than just emotion in the eyes of my husband, Turius.

"I don't understand at all. If the Lord is the Lord, slaves are also slaves."

So poisoning is Linus, Simone's husband. Apparently, he hates not only his own brother, but even his slaves.

As for her, it is this emotion of her husband that is incomprehensible. Indeed, Turius was once notorious as a mad prince who abuses and kills slaves. But now, before the age of twenty, he is only a lord who runs the territory entrusted to his brother safely. Simone's eyes look completely washed of his feet from past evil deeds.

Linus, however, insisted that it was only a pseudo. There is no evidence, but they say they are definitely plotting something wrong. It was as if we hadn't talked.

If you think it is so suspicious, it is only then that you should have the High Court inspect it as well. But there was nothing suspicious about the investigation that was actually carried out. He said he plowed the fields well, handed down the hired officials well, and also operated the newly woken mines well. Although there are fine reductions such as water disputes in the villages, they are more or less made of flower circles.

Now I can only imagine my husband trying to sin his innocent brother-in-law.

Even this is another eight wins when it comes to turning hatred against the woman who was its slave. There was nothing more unpopular about it.

(True, it doesn't suit this guy...)

Simone thinks so with a smudge.

It is true that Linus has both character and upbringing and is capable enough. You can call yourself a brilliant beauty. However, there is a lot of confusion, the upward orientation is too strong, and I have a hard time getting my hands on everything in the house. And hostility to my brother to the point of anomaly. To be clear, he was a tired man talking.

(Now Sir Turius is more of a part of it)

Squeeze emotions in your chest that will surely cause trouble if you put them in your mouth.

In fact, Turius, whom she saw, was a calm young man with a decadent bad reputation for the past, and also listened softly to her stupidity about her newlyweds. I compare that figure, who also patiently accompanies a woman's long story, to his brother, who is nervous about something. And the Marquis of Lavalle, who was holding Linus' head in some way, also felt his chest empty when he turned it over and tensioned it to show it. Moreover, even though it is a slave, it is to reclaim the woman who has accompanied it for many years. It's all about pain.

As a matter of fact, if you were going to marry me, this would have been better, and I don't think anything about it.

... Though, most of all, knowing the nature of Turius and his place of work that still continues, such a preference would vanish in an instant.

(I think I know a little bit about her feelings)

Return consciousness to the uni standing on the stand.

Linus and Kartan. Whatever the differences in age and so forth, they are both the masters of the Count family. I felt so much empathy for wanting to get away from it.

Ask Linus, who stands next door.

"Hey, what do you think's gonna happen?

"Hmm. Uncle Caltan is less worthy than I thought, but look at the face of Marquis Lavalle. I don't know what you can afford, but you're hiding the trump card. I don't care how you fall, don't feel like Turius."

A husband who tells him to throw it away and hopes for the defeat of his real brother. Sighing at its appearance, Simone prayed invisibly.

(God, and the savior of man, the Holy King... bless Lord Turius and her. Don't you think it's too sad for those two to be torn apart by a thin, dirty conspiracy or something?

Pray sincerely as you have never done in regular prayer.

... but she won't know.

That the Lord, who receives protection in his prayer, was called the devil by many who sacrificed him.

"This is it. When Sir Turius entrusted everything to his own slave, did he say so?

Marquis Lavalle laughs sarcastically.

Uni struggled to restrain himself, even though his angry expression and malice in playing with the Lord stirred him up for murder. There is a predicament today because I couldn't contain the upset that day without being able to control my emotions. With that in mind, she can be as cold as she wants.

"That I am not Henrietta Paula Cartan. If you admit so, are you sure you want to interpret it?

When I told him that, Lavalle even glanced over his shoulder heartily.

"No, no, I didn't say that. Only because Lord Turius calls you a slave. Until I made it easy for you to understand that perception. It doesn't have to be Non's intention, does it?

In short, I would say that Turius imitated Caltan's theory just like that.

It is an old-fashioned rub.

"Really? So what do you see, Marquis?"

"A young man who had eagerly waved his valve until earlier now leaves everything to others. I'm not good at this. Wouldn't be impossible to wonder."

"It's your valve that's impossible."

With his hips down in his seat, Turius said.

"As I said, I originally came here in response to a sudden summons. The person in charge of the prosecution would be Mrs. Josephine. That's why she let Uni sit on the witness stand. You think this child's testimony also has elements that shape the trial. So I'll let you testify. Is there a problem?

"Really? Okay, fine."

Lavalle returns to her seat, laughing inclusively.

At the same time, the judge waved down the hammer.

"Then the plaintiff-side witness. I want you to make a complaint."

"Yes."

Uni bows his head deeply before cutting it out.

"… Before I file an appeal, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Uni. It's a maid as you can see, dead again, no collar, but she's a slave."

To the words, the hearing room swayed.

"Slaves? Slaves?

"Very unlikely......"

"If it's sincere, I'd love to have it on-hand - no, it's nothing"

Every time, but how can I get such a huge response back to being a slave? I wonder what unnatural, inconvenient it is to remain a slave to your beloved master. Uni always thinks so.

She continued with a bite of her accustomed grudge.

"Things happened a week ago. It is when my owner, Sir Turius Shrounan Ovenil, attends the wedding of Count Linus Strain Ovenil, whose reception is revealed by your brother. To Count Pierre Simon Caltan, who was also present at the reception -"

"Stop it Henrietta... such a mouth-watering way as others..."

Ignore, as a matter of course, Kartan's whining, which cannot be said to be an opinion.

"- I met the Count. And I was told that I was two of the Count's former concubines and two of the melons, and I made a terrible mistake of being your son, who was broken up."

"You think it's my uncle's mistake?

"Yes, let me say that this is the case as we cross the border. … I have stated on several occasions that I am a slave by the name of Uni, separate from the Henrietta Paula Cartan whom you refer to. But the Count did not change his mind, and he was taken by you and transferred to the house of the Count Caltan."

Run your eyes into the defendant's seat.

There is no particular movement. Uncle Kartan is nowhere to be disputed, and Marquis Lavalle remains creeping at this one.

Uni goes on.

"Even after I asked you about the mansion, there has been no change in the Count's attitude towards treating me as your daughter. You also wanted me to behave like Master Henrietta. So until today, I had to spend time pretending to be a Countess. In that verse, I deeply apologize for conspiring with all the people in your household."

"Oh? So if we get a verdict that you were a slave, we're going to hit a scam that tricked the nobles into deceiving the Counts?

Marquis pinches his mouth in disgust.

but Turius also moved here.

"Objection. Your Honor, wouldn't Marquis Lavalle's words be tantamount to intimidation? We are at the expense of the witness if the trial is completed in the plaintiff's favor."

"I acknowledge the objection. Marquis, be cautious of recklessness."

"Hmm... okay, Your Honor"

Lavalle honestly pulled back. This would be something like light traction. I didn't want to poke more seriously than I did.

"In addition, if this claim were tolerated, sin would be upon Count Caltan, who ordered her to pretend to be Miss Henrietta. Well, I may be responsible for her Lord... but Marlan has enough money to pay for it."

I have no problem backing up.

With a comforting encouragement from the Lord in his chest, Uni opens his mouth again.

"... let me continue. And today, since the Countess Josephine can sue the Count for abuse, I am present as a witness. You're right, I'm just a slave taken for a mistake, and I'm never the Count's son. It is up to you to hope for reckoning that the dawn, when you are granted the appeal, will result in your return to the original Lord. That concludes my statement."

The long statement is over.

Uni, who originally has few words, doesn't like long stories. I just want to be horrible with a partition, but this is really only a partition. It was depressing to think that the Marquis Lavalle would be setting this up from now on. But this is also to go back to my husband. And thou shalt hang the whole body, and relate to it.

"Fine. On the defendant's side, I'll argue."

"Hmm.... Uncle Kartan looks like he doesn't feel good. Mind if I cross-examine you?

"I don't mind. Marquis Lavalle, Previous"

Lavalle stands floating on the witness stand on the defendant's side.

The old man, with a thin grin, says at the aperture.

"May I? Miss Henrietta."

"Objection. My name is Uni."

Let me just say it back. If I replied here, "Yes, what is it," etc., I could have insisted on her being Henrietta with it.

I don't think I would appeal to such a force only to Lavalle, who is known to tour elaborate measures. But not choosing the means for the purpose is the basis of the plot. I would use any vile hand if I had to.

"Dismisses the objection. At this hearing, you will decide which one it is. Whatever name you're called, be sure to reply."

"Yes, Your Honor. Excuse me."

Keep your head down and obey the judge's decision. Although it is a business belly, it is for a smooth trial. Besides, you won't be able to force your name on the other side.

Marquis Lavalle continued when he gently snorted.

"So, let me call you Miss Henrietta as usual, shall we, Miss Henrietta?

When I get permission, I'll call Henrietta. He's a really disgusting old man.

The frustration of being able to name it differently shouldn't be on your face, but it could still be a treat for this conspirator enough to read emotions from the word butt. You'll have to be more careful what you say and do.

In the meantime, please accept and encourage ahead.

"Great.... I ask you, Miss Henrietta, when was the last time you were approached by Lord Turius?

"It will be eleven years ago, Marquis"

"It was also eleven years ago when Miss Henrietta went missing, and eleven years ago when you were picked up by him. What do you think of this match?

"I decide it's a coincidence"

"Both my uncle's daughter and yours have green eyes on their dark hair. Same as when I was a year old, but is that a coincidence?

"Yes, there are plenty of women with the same characteristics in this Brosenne alone, so"

"Plus, you seem to have a lot of magic. I don't think there's any difference in the evidence that she was the daughter of Uncle Kartan, who was also a court magician."

"I don't think so. Children born with high magic, if they are also born from civilians from time to time"

Whether a child is born magically or not is often due to heredity, but it can still come from parents who are mutatively unmagically incapable. Mass produced modified slaves are also the vast majority of those that have picked up such wild primary stones flowing into the market.

Therefore, that is not enough to determine that Uni is the daughter of Pierre Simon Cartan.

"But this is the only trait that matches your daughter and your uncle's daughter, and that's with someone else in red. Can there be a coincidence?

"I foolishly believe that because it was possible, it caused an unwanted misunderstanding to my uncle"

The Marquis' interrogation was lazy. It is an attack that peeks into this gap.

Are you still holding something, a trump card that determines the battle at once, and anticipating the time to cut it?

"- So let's change the question"

Suddenly, the Marquis' eyes narrow.

The hostility toward us shifted one step upstairs.

"What do you think of your husband, Sir Turius Shrounan Ovenil?

"Dear, my only master."

I was surprised after the reflexive instant response.

What's this cut? Why are you asking me about her relationship with the Lord here?

"What can I say, Lord Turius is a nobleman with some reputation, but still?

"-!"

With the look of Marquis Lavalle, who laughed at it, the intention could be read.

Uni insists that he is not Henrietta, because he is happier to have been his slave than to be a Countess. Strangely for her, it is a thought that is difficult for the average aristocrat to understand, which is why the slave Uni and the courtier Henrietta are certain persuasive to be separate.

The aim of this Marquis is, rightly so.

(It doesn't matter if I'm uni or Henrietta, just to impress you that I want to go back under your husband......!?

The more Uni shows her loyalty to him, the more she exposes herself to the continued desire to simply be a slave to Turius. What if there's evidence to make you think that Uni is the same person as Henrietta?

The judges will confirm that she is fighting the trial for Turius, 'whichever' she is.

In other words, if the trial unfolded in the Marquis' favour, it would seem from all around - that Henrietta Paula Caltan lived in eleven years of slavery and was completely missed by Sir Turius,.

That is certainly not true. Because Uni was indeed originally Henrietta. She takes the opportunity of her mental breakdown eleven years ago and her subsequent regeneration to recognize herself as someone else, past and present. But it's just a matter of her own philosophy or psychology.

Even if you can read that,

"… of course, Marquis Lavalle"

Uni returned the answer without being frightened.

If you get stuck in return for an inquiry, that makes your heart certificate worse. In short, it is absolutely inevitable that Lavalle's heart certification will be guided. As long as Uni was once, Henrietta.

Then I will not take it timidly. Take it and stand, cut and throw away the trump tag prepared by Lavalle in reverse. That was the most efficient path.

"Whatever you say to the others, the Lord is the Lord. If there is a shortage of Ning Ro deficiencies, I know it is my role to do everything possible to support them."

"... ho ho!

The Marquis laughs happily. It must be hilarious for Uni to come indefensibly into his own measures. Did you think you were a fool who couldn't read the measures, or thought you were a fool who could only read but knew to go in? Either way, it was a ridiculous way to laugh.

"No, no, it's a brilliant loyalty, huh? Females and young men of today are not willing to see it."

"... it's an honor to compliment you, Marquis"

"Was Lord Turius so worthy of service?

"Yes, he's my best husband -"

Uni ran out of words.

If you want to hear so much about your devotion to the Lord, I thought I'd let you hear as many.

And you can remember later. She thinks so much of the Lord that she can't forgive the existence that harms him.

"- Even if I give you death today tomorrow, I am happy to serve the Lord"

... even if it was me.

"... uni"

I heard Turius whining small.

I guess he realized exactly what it meant to be out of the question.

The fate of this trial depends on the coming hand of Marquis Lavalle. Whether you can crush it or not, it determines whether Uni can go back under him.

When I didn't mean to lose, but I still didn't... I told him that I wanted him to leave me, just like I planned, and that I would die.

(To your husband, it won't be necessary to say)

Turius' aversion to death and burning to eternity is something that Uni knows better than anyone else. For he hates risk and avoids anything. Even if they don't tell me, they'll activate Plan D and get out of here immediately if Uni loses. And Uni dies of his own life under its influence. That's what we plan to do if we lose. There is no need to confirm it now.

Still, it is better to say from your own mouth that there is no posterior decay.

Most importantly, I still wanted him to know that I was happy.

I'm done saying what I want to say. So she urges ahead.

"... So, Marquis, what's the point of this question?

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Marquis Lavalle was laughing. Now, what does she think and say the word, is she not fulfilling it and solving it? Either way, Uni thinks it's a nasty, nasty way to laugh. Now I can't laugh because it's two titles above Turius, the position of Marquis. With this vulgar, inferior sexual root, I felt tired of tearing the Lord apart, wondering if he had vain and inhibited him over and over again.

"- Your Honor, this woman's creed, as you can see, sees loyalty to Sir Turius first. For the rest of the year, there would have been an educational achievement spanning eleven years?

"Witnesses on the defendant's side, the statements are too far-fetched. Be frank."

"I mean, she's been educated to put Sir Turius above her life for eleven years. Whether she was originally Miss Henrietta or just a slave..."

With a good laugh, the old poisonous spider whispers.

"Non wanted you to know what Miss Henrietta was like in the history of being judged. So… the testimony of the witness prepared by this side, the credibility of which will change."

"On the defendant's side, with a witness?

Uni was surprised.

Witnesses on the defendant's side. Would you have had time to prepare something like that?

The trial took advantage of her brainwashing perfume and the connections to the courthouse that Josephine used to kick them out, setting them up quickly. There should have been no room for the defendant to prepare there.

"Yes, I am a witness to the identity of Miss Henrietta. But if you don't know the nature of the lady in this way, you see... if it is argued that you are a slave by chance, there will be misunderstandings during the marriage. Therefore, as soon as I have proven it in advance. Yes -"

And turn the seeping smile of joy and malice towards Uni.

- This girl says she'll do anything for Lord Turius.

The courtroom is wrapped up in twists and turns.

There is no upset about Uni. This old man's thoughts were manipulating his heart certificate to us, and so on. Her consciousness is already geared towards the witness that Lavalle prepared it.

The judge just stumbled on the tip of the mustache he he had accumulated.

"It is not until you have heard the testimony of your prepared witness."

"So, will you allow the witness to appear in court?

"Whatever, I think I'm out. Bring him."

At the direction of the presiding judge, one of the judges runs to the defendant's side appellate chamber.

I had a hunch.

This Marquis of Lavalle ploy, if you think about it. And information that remits its backbone. And how did he know that Uni was once Henrietta? Who taught it - the Marquis?

That evening of the reception, Mrs. Josephine saw an eleven year old ghost in the figure of Uni. But was the ghost really about her?

... the door opens.

And the woman came into court with a ghostly appearance and footsteps.

"That, is..."

"No way......!

Kartan, who was beaten by Turius, and Josephine, who was coming with Uni's medicine, face up at the same time. The two eyes stare at the skinny woman who has been in court.

A woman with dark hair mixed with gray hair and green eyes staring into exhaustion.

Its face, which is lean, rough skin and greatly damages its appearance, but which, at times, would have boasted the beauty of a large circle. Once upon a time, that could be something somewhat similar to a uni.

"... what about her?

"Uncle Kartan knows better than Non and others. Or two women in the plaintiff's seat."

Lavalle answers with laughter included in the Your Honor's question.

Kartan screams, as if he had responded to it.

"Oh, Annamarie! Hey, you're alive!?

The woman cursorily raised her face to a scream that she had even forgotten that she was now on trial.

And something moves my lips.

If you know how to read lips like Uni, you know what a woman is saying.

"... Dear Pierre"

and.

A brunette green-eyed woman who calls herself Uncle Kartan by her first name.

I don't know if it's the reason I've lived a rough life so far, my age, but for sure.

... My uncle is right, Annamarie.

(Alive, was...)

Even though I had a hunch, Uni can't forbid surprises.

Memories of that tragic day. While being ravaged by the men around him that Josephine brought in, Annamarie must have, indeed, hit him hard in the head and stopped moving. So Josephine hit Henrietta for that amount of depression.

I didn't know it was alive.

(Honestly, I wish you had died...)

Perhaps he had passed out or was in a state of temporary death or something. There's more to life than that.

If I had died on that spot, I wouldn't have had a life as harsh as it sounded, and most importantly, I wouldn't have gotten in my way.

Annamarie ascends to the stand in an unrestrained foothold, bathed in the gaze of Uni's - real daughter - who diligently pushed her abomination to death.

"I was alive... no... my parents -"

"Mrs. Josephine"

Turius took control of Josephine, who ran his mouth about something he didn't need. I guess I almost said, "All parents and children, etc."... did not have enough medicine, Uni renewed his reflection.

Marquis Lavalle proudly introduces a miserable woman lined up beside her.

"As Uncle Cartan was told, she is his former concubine and the fruitful mother of Miss Henrietta - Lord Annamarie. To prove the lady's identity, would she be more than a witness?

"Yes, Objection!

It was Josephine who said that and kicked his seat.

"This woman is the truth, that thief cat - no, I don't think she's Anna Marie! 'Cause, hey? A miserable woman who looked like such a displaced person, maybe someone else in red, got a takeover -"

"... it's no use, ma'am"

With a twitch in her chest, Uni stops her.

"Dismisses the objection. The first thing you need to do is listen to your testimony, taste it, and then judge it."

Yes, now I know, but this is one of Lavalle's fabric stones.

Earlier, when this one put up the former maids of fire, the civilian women, as witnesses, the Marquis deliberately objected to the fact that the rejection was intense and, conversely, obtained the qualities to verify the testimony irrespective of the identity of the witness.

It's all to make the extra-large trump card Annamarie work.

That Annamarie stares at Josephine with such delusion and hatred that she has crawled up from the bottom of hell.

"Jose...... Fine...... Huh!

"Hih!?

"You... how dare you...!

The voice that cursed all the culprits was rightly the ghost itself.

A swept away voice, forced up, is never a loud voice. Yet as soon as I heard it, it sounded so obsessive that it was going to stick to my tympanic membrane and stay away.

Josephine, who had heard it properly, fell after hitting her neglected, retreating flatulence into her chair. It is a sight to remember a story I heard somewhere.

"Back... my, my daughter...! Turn Henrietta back...!

"Hi-no-no!? Ku, don't come! Don't come...... Huh!!

Josephine trembles with her head to Annamarie, who has just passed the wooden fence on the stand.

Men all over the courtroom had stopped moving to the wondrous ground between women that suddenly began. Kartan, who was so anxious for Annamarie, is also consolidated as frightened by its murderous minister. You didn't think the Marquis of Lavalle would disturb you so far, either, or you expose yourself to stunned by the person you called in. The judge was also rigid in his position with the gavel shaken up.

"Give that girl back... whoa!

What do you mean, give it back, Uni thinks?

I belong to Turius, and only to Turius. Now it has nothing to do with parents or brothers. I appreciate the fact that he gave birth without a shortage of vegetables to help him, but there is no such thing as interference until after that.

outside, such as getting in the way of her going back under him.

Besides, he is also Teng himself who embedded a cursed bug in Uni. If I hadn't been planted with memories that upset me with the keyword marriage, I wouldn't have missed this enemy trick. I think so. So I get frustrated that you did something extra.

slight abomination appeared on his face, which kept his faceless expression, at that time,

"Come here, you can't, uni"

Turius stood beside Uni, not even with the curse of a madman freezing all over the courtroom as his object.

And tell her.

"I can't admire you looking at strangers like that."

".................. Huh?

Unexpectedly, I'm taken aback.

I wonder what the Lord is saying. I wonder if it's because I know that this crazy woman who is just bloody connected to herself is abominable.

As she stands, Turius goes up to the stand again and raises his hand.

"Objection - Your Honor, this is not remitting the body of the witness and is just mentally tormenting the plaintiff, Mrs. Josephine, to the disciples (mischief) and others. Would you mind withdrawing this woman named Annamarie, or else testifying as soon as possible?

"Ugh, um. Be quiet, be quiet! The defendant will settle the witness promptly and let him testify!

The sane judge struck a wooden duck, and Lavalle and Caltan seized it by the two of us, and Annamarie finally pulled back. Still kept his hateful and resentful eyes on Josephine... on Josephine?

Uni also noticed here.

Maybe Annamarie...

"... Sir Turius is not a very disciplined young man. I didn't expect you to try to calm this witness down."

"No. This is also for smooth trial progression. I don't like futility, and please don't take this trial too long."

When I say and gently stretch, I rub my left eye if it seeps even in tears. Left eye, many times.

Later on, Annamarie's statement began.

"I... eleven years ago, Dear Pierre - was pursued for the status of Uncle Cartan's concubine... after living and breaking up with my daughter... in a slum, I managed to connect my life to this day..."

"You were picked up there by the Marquis of Lavalle, weren't you?

As Turius urged, Annamarie sneered.

"So I told His Excellency the Marquis what happened eleven years ago, and to this day I was under the protection of the Marquis. No, Your Excellency Lavalle is a bad person, too. If Mr. Annamarie was with you, you wouldn't have been punished for dating your uncle. Hey? Count."

"Oh, yes, my Marquis..."

"Ho ho. Well, what is it? I have an obsession with Mrs. Josephine, and if it's a corner to it, I think it would be more joyous to have her face to face with your son in parting at once, too? I don't think that's the place to be."

Marquis stating that the skin on the surface is also thick and unintentional.

How dare you say it's soggy. Annamarie's presence was dared to lay low, perhaps in order to crush this when the Turius side went into some sort of counter-attack. The intention is to amplify the power of the blow and make it irreversible again. Even if there is bad spirits and insidious harm there, there is no such thing as kindness.

Either way, Annamarie moves into Lavalle's words.

"Yes... yes! The Marquis made a promise to me...... Huh! To Henrietta... let me see my darling that girl... Huh! And... that's today... Huh! He said he could see her here... Huh!

The face, wrinkled and engraved to enter, appeared older than its real age and became reddish.

Marquis Lavalle grins deeply at the voice of the woman's rising desire. Probably with certainty of victory.

But...

"So... where is Henrietta...?

Say, Annamarie makes her gaze wander for a moment.

The eyes bared up the appearance of Uni in the immediate vicinity.

"... what?

"Oh, Annamarie? What are you talking about? Henrietta..."

An Earl who whispers his voice to the Marquis, who opens his eyes round, as he has seen even in incredible things.

Without adhering to it, Annamarie looked for her own daughter with her eyes like a plate, and when she realized she didn't see it in court,

"Josephine...... Huh! You... Huh! You bad girl...... Huh!

"... to? What? Huh?

"Oh, it's you... Huh! You're hiding Henrietta... Huh! Say it...... Huh! Where? Where is she... Huh!?

"Ah, ah, what are you talking about!? If Henrietta..."

Josephine was pushed by the evil spirited woman's carelessness and ran her mouth off about not being there.

Uni tried to stop it, but before that,

"I wouldn't be fooled to put a maid like that on a change of balls...... Huh! Whether you want to align the color of your eyes or your hair, you can never look at a child who has had a stomachache... wrong! Bring in the real Henrietta...... Huh!

Annamarie exclaimed that in a lightning striking rage.

The Marquis of Lavalle, the Earl of Caltan, Josephine, the Presiding Judge and the Magistrates will be distracted until the hearing seats are reached.

Only Turius and Uni, who noticed the trick at his suggestion, were calm in that.

Turius flaunts his shoulder.

"- I don't know Henrietta Paula Cartan."

"What the... Huh!?

Turius was flat, even when slapped into despair and hateful madness. If you're a madman, he and she are used to seeing it from time to time. Opus 04 is a good example, and Uni is as well aware that he is crazy in Uni. For the sake of the LORD, let's go mad everywhere.

That he put his hands on both the shoulders of Pong and Uni.

"Here is my uni.... Do you see this child as your own daughter?

Ah.

I didn't think so.

Uni can no longer contain the sense of happiness that springs from within him.

"My uni". Yes, he told me...! Put your hands on your shoulders and show them that this is your thing...!

The iron-skinned weir cuts off into a running stream of emotions that are about to explode from the inside of your head.

Still, it is not to be seen as ugly, or it is expressed in the form of a small grin.

"Is that really the slave?

"My birth parents denied it. I'm not a lady, but..."

"... what an unforgivable smile you have."

"Huh..."

At the earliest possible time, the murmurs heard from the listening seats are also deafening.

Temperature of the palm felt on the shoulder. The breath hanging on my hair. Words that linger in your ears, that bind you beneath him.

What a happy frontier this is.

A little later, just a little later, I want to stay like this.

But Uni's wish is also vain,

"... there's no way!!

She was drawn back to reality, along with the golden cuts that just deafened her ears.

"That cute Henrietta can't grow up to be such a dolled daughter...... Huh! I get it...... Huh! I know... Huh! I'm the mother of that girl............!

"Yeah, yeah! You bet. You bet!

He lets go as I say.

Feeling remorse for it, she turned her attention to the madness of her birth parents.

This madness that even the Marquis of Lavalle brought in is just bewildered. Perhaps this woman's spirit is already broken.

Moreover, if even Teng himself, who held onto himself until today, could not know, the cause is not so much the case eleven years ago or the rough life that followed.

- It's brainwashing.

Turius was rubbing his left eye tightly once he made an extension to show it. Yes, it is the left eye. It is the place of Dry, the Devil's Eye, her companion and the same 'work' of him.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock"

Unexpectedly such a voice echoes in the back of my brain.

It is not an illusion. It's a magical story.

Wang Du Early Escape Plan Most Extreme Proposal, Plan D. Dry is what is needed.

That dark elf woman is also coming to this king's capital. And beside the bottom preparations for the implementation of the plan, he must have probably explored Annamarie at Turius's behest and brainwashed her with his proud demonic eyes.

And unlike incense, the demonic eye is enhanced by the enchantment of magic. If the risk of sequelae appearing to the surgeon was discouraged, he should also have been made to listen to orders that were quite impossible.

Uni also expresses his gratitude to the meritorious just in his head.

'... thank you, Dry. Thank you. "

'What, don't be so hard. I'm kind to my people. "

Put it down, the line connecting the readings was cut.

Return consciousness to the landscape in front of you.

"- As you have all heard, Ms. Annamarie, the mother of Miss Henrietta Paula Cartan, has been testified that she is not her own child. No, the boulder is the Marquis. As previously proclaimed, you were able to prove herself to no greater extent than this, right?

Turius says pleasantly.

He really sounded like a fun voice. To the best of Uni's knowledge, this is the first vengeance he will take. The pleasure of recompense would be a little sweet. Uni gets as happy as she is about herself. This old body is a hateful enemy to her, too, who tried to tear apart her friendship with the Lord.

... Linus? That's just an obstacle. Not an enemy like Lavalle.

The Marquis of Lavalle did not expose the boulders to the kind of complexion that altered them like cartoons. The facial expression keeps quiet and listens to Turius' words. That hand, just shaken, was trembling as it stood to represent as much humiliation as it had suffered.

"Now you know! I have been repeating this for a week now and as I have said many times on this occasion! Uni and Miss Henrietta Paula Caltan are completely different! It's just someone else who has a lot in common!

"Objection! Lord Annamarie is bleeding in the sight of Lady Josephine, the enemy! In a sober testimony..."

"Oh! I hear you say something different, Marquis?... she is the witness you brought here! You are the one who should have received the summons to the trial brought by the Countess Josephine! What do you mean you can't testify calmly?

"... cum"

"What's the problem if a witness makes a statement against the defendant! Testimony is not for someone. It's in a sacred courtroom, to enlighten the truth! … Your Honor, as a member of the plaintiff's side, I ask you to dismiss the objection"

"I acknowledge the plaintiff's request. Let's dismiss the defendant's objection. Even though the prepared witness made an unfavourable statement to the defendant, it is not acceptable to disparage it."

The Marquis of Lavalle pulled back heavily. But some people can't do that.

"Yes, I object!

An unexpected reunion with his beloved, he manages to recover spiritually, Cartan.

"My father, I admit she is Henrietta! Even though Annamarie, my mother, denied it, only the hearing involving Henrietta's stature is still reciprocal! One-on-one! We're still one-on-one!

Most of all, that was just a statement that hurt my beloved.

"Dear Pierre... can't you believe me...?

"Ah, do it. Oh, Annamarie... this is-"

Kartan hangs in Annamarie's gaze burning with heartache and hatred.

... ugly.

Uni felt that way, frankly, for what it looked like.

But I think it's a good idea. As it was, I ended up just being helped by the predicament and annoying the Lord's hand. That's best in terms of efficiency, but to boulders it involves moderation as a squire.

Let's work another one of our own here. And the wounds on the other side should be exacerbated in order to combat centralists in the future.

She decides so and opens her mouth.

"… then let us also convince the Count, the father of Miss Henrietta"

"What, to?

Uncle Kartan opened his mouth to the word with Pocan. Here. No way, I guess I didn't think Uni was going to come after me. I thought it was an eye-catcher.

It is unexpected that there was Annamarie over there. Then it would be natural to assume that measures for this problem are also available here and in advance.

Uni will use it from now on. That's all.

"Now, before you do that, please let Master Annamarie back down"

"Why?

"I'm going to ask Josephine more about what happened eleven years ago."

A few twists today filled the hearing seats. Some know about the scandal disturbance eleven years ago, and how Annamarie was pursued for the status of concubine. But when it comes to the back, the circumstances are different. Is it even tickled with curiosity that it opens?

She turns around. Seeing, Josephine was looking up at Uni with a face as if the end of the world had come. Turius says, his eyes glow with interest as to what Uni is about to start. Of course, it was the latter that attracted her impression.

(… now be sure to live up to your expectations)

Encourage yourself to arouse yourself by thinking so, and give a voice to Josephine.

"Now, ma'am... please stand at the stand and tell us what you did to Miss Henrietta Paula Caltan"

"Oh, that's..."

"This is where it stands, ma'am. If you are looking to the future of your succession, now is the time to be brave."

"Yeah... I know..."

There was some hesitation, but to put it a little harder, the effect of neglect implication appeared. But I didn't know you had to open your mouth like this. Speaking of this fierce woman, she's afraid to confess that acid-nosed incident to a boulder.

And Josephine starts talking. Neither testimony nor confession, a long confession.

A record of a crime that caused men to attack a girl who was only six years old at the time, ravaged the sentence, and even crushed its face, and deliberately treated the bone to snore and distorted it.

The Earl of Caltan, who hears it, loses his complexion to a place beyond the imagination of a wicked wife. Annamarie, who didn't exit after all, went even frenzier. That's why I advised you to lower it. Marquis Lavalle is quietly listening.

Uni doesn't think anything more now. I don't get emotional responses to my memory when I was Henrietta. It was just a little sad that I was scattered for no reason with what I wanted the Lord to take away if I could.

"… that's it"

Josephine, who had finished the conversation, was grumpy. He made them speak of their crimes in public, but also in court. Its face, which has been worn off, is a ghost flair that is no different from Annamarie's.

"Good day, ma'am"

"You... how could you hear this story so plainly -"

"What are you talking about? I'm not Miss Henrietta, I'm Uni.... What do you think to others in red?

"What's the point of this story?"

"You'll see soon enough."

When abandoned, Uni turns again to the defendant's seat.

"Well, what did you think when you heard this story?

"... As for you, you seem more and more like Miss Henrietta."

Lavalle said in a tone where vigilance seemed plausible.

"Eleven years ago, when Sir Turius bought me, I heard you had a terrible injury to your face."

"Yeah, that's right"

From this Marquis, it would appear that this one has deliberately given testimony to its own disadvantage. It is a well-known fact in the Ovenil Mansion, such as the fact that Uni's face was crushed. It's something you can hear from around Linus, and from servants who know the time - many will have 'ex' on their heads - too. And it was only because I found out about it that Marquis Lavalle should have orchestrated this plot.

"I didn't know they both had facial injuries, but a new match just came up -"

"You're not."

Uni simply denies it.

"Forgot, Marquis?... Miss Henrietta's face was deliberately enchanted to recover from snoring so that it would never heal?

"Nah."

On the face of the old Marquis, the colour of haste floated.

When Uni confirms it, he spins the word again.

"If you've been in the military or something, you know, restorative magic is something that's not accommodating. When healing a fracture, rush to infuse magic without considering the original shape. That will heal your bones to a distorted shape. When that happens, it can't be undone anymore. - Recently, a cure was discovered in Zanktogaren."

"Oh, you're the one who published my paper. And by the way, the first success story is that I was beaten out of the Academy by someone who got hurt in a duel fight, right? The wind tells me the surgeon is Professor Grauman."

Yes, Turius supplements.

"Thank you, sir.... I'm sorry it seems to have come, but how many were your husband eleven years ago?

"Now you're nineteen, you're eight."

"Overlapping, I annoyed your hand....... on this street. How, though the Lord is a talented alchemist, can he carry out the treatment established in recent years at the age of eight?

In fact, it did and succeeded. I have that and now I have a uni... but the others don't know that. Where the hell are there people who believe there are eight year olds who can do that? When it comes to the family in the Ovenil main house, there is no such thing as an accurate estimate of the extent of her injuries at the time.

The only exception is a generation of knight men who, along with Turius, have carefully quantified Uni's injuries, but he is not already in the world. It is on the occasion that the Inheritance Survey case had a name in it that the Lord is behaving alcoholically towards him, who had resigned from the Mansion. Says it sounds like a good drink to taste how it feels to rise to heaven too. That knight was a liquor lover, so he must have wanted it.

"In other words, the wounds I sustained on my face at the time were to such an extent that even the Lord, revealed at the age of eight, could treat them. I'm different from Miss Henrietta in a case where no cure existed eleven years ago."

"... if you're as prodigal as Sir Turius, even an eight-year-old masonry seems to do enough? He's the one who wrote the paper on the cure."

Marquis Lavalle gets tangled up. I do mention the facts.

Of course, I have prepared enough rebuttals against it.

"This is a supplement, Marquis. The Lord's first slave is me. Prior to that, no specimens of human experiments existed. Do you think you can succeed in this difficulty without prior experimentation?

In fact, it was an animal experiment, such as a mouse, and it seems to have been a treatment after maturing the technique sufficiently.

Still around seeing that much success in the first human experiment, it still seems to me once again that the Lord's talent is wonderful.

And the Marquis of Lavalle was stuck in words. To this extent, if you query the slave market to find out, you will soon find out, and in fact, Lavalle will have investigated it in support of the measures.

By the way, that gives no proof that Uni is Henrietta. It doesn't record who the slave is anywhere she was bought, the lowest selling place. They don't pay attention or anything to slaves to the extent that they can be bought for a child's allowance. There will be a record of the human being bought, but it is a no-touch about the human being bought.

"If you still doubt it...... shouldn't there be a magic expert next door? Why don't you ask her?"

"Oh, Cheng Cheng! Then you don't have to argue."

I immediately understand this intention, and the Lord rises.

And - I threw the question at the expert.

"I would like to ask Count Pierre Simon Cultan, former magician of the court. … Do you think you can treat a case like the one Mrs Josephine told me about when I was eight years old? I would love to hear your findings as a very famous magician!

A man who learned on the path of the Magic Guide and gained even the title by waving the cause. Pierre Simon Caltan. There is no more worthy witness on the defendant's side in this matter than he is.

And the witness,

"... it's decided impossible! There's no way I can do this!

Be sure to give an honest answer to Turius's interrogation.

"Thank you for your valuable testimony. His Excellency the Count of Caltan."

"Gu, no... Huh!

In response to his venerable courtesy, the uncle blushes again, knowing that he had lost his voice.

I'm sure Kartan is swirling his doubts and anxieties around his chest as to why he has a light mouth only today.

But that's probably it, too. I don't even need him to be silent anymore.

Uni gives a deep salute to the presiding judge.

"That's the 'evidence' I submit. It is the defendant's own words, and we are proud to say that, when combined with his background, the degree of certainty is high."

"Fine. Let's acknowledge the usefulness of that 'evidence'"

And squeal a candlestick.

of the trial - a sound that marks the end of a long detour, taken by a ghost eleven years ago.

At the same time, Kartan pokes his knee on the floor with Dosari as he collapses. He doesn't even have the energy to sit back in his earliest seat. The look on his face when he even lost his last chance to get his daughter back is that of the loose shell. Her face, which was bloody and reddish, is also stained with raw white wax.

Later on, the judge told him with a strong tone.

"- Then we move on to marriage"

The trial ended with the plaintiff's full victory.

It was Josephine, the plaintiff's representative, who would be guilty eleven years ago and would later transfer his seat to the defendant's side for another trial. but the Count Caltan family retired their current lord, Pierre Simon, and the sons were to inherit. The eyes of the trial were beautifully accomplished.

And Uni was admitted to being separate from Henrietta Paula Caltan, clear (?) Back to slavery. It's an incomprehensible value for the rest of us, and an honest and unpin mindset for Simone, but I guess she's happy with it. She's not even twenty years old, and while she's a slave, that's what she thinks when she thinks about the grandstanding she showed that Marquis of Lavalle against her.

"Shit, that old man... what are you doing!

Linus, standing next to him, whines so without even trying to hide his abominations. For whispering not to be distracted by the surroundings, self-restraint is probably in place. But nevertheless, I wonder if I would expose myself to a face that curses everything in the world right after the trial won by my brother's standing side.

Other listeners rubbing off beside him like that, starting on their way home.

"But when I said Count Caltan's ugliness, I couldn't have seen it."

"Absolutely. What do you think of the format of kingdom aristocracy? What you're talking about is a generation."

"No, more than that, the Marquis de Lavalle is nothing more serious than rumors"

"Ningro, isn't Viscount Ovenil who remitted it a big deal? He has a bad reputation, but he still used to be outnumbered by his brother."

Gitiri.

So Linus' chewed teeth made a loud roaring noise.

"- And disrespect. Had Sir also listened?"

"No… it seems that the noise caused by my stupid brother has tarnished your ears."

To the carelessness behind the unscrupulous loving laugh, the audience walks away early enough to offer a minimum of acknowledgement.

(At the end of the day, I just don't like that girl)

Simone makes it. I think so. I don't know what to say in my mouth, but Linus' insistence always sees a clear sense of inferiority towards Turius at its root.

For this reason he was taken in by a centralist, corrupted by the running dog of the Marquis de la Valle, … the phrase involved himself and entered into a marriage that, instead of love, did not even have to. You don't have to do that, just meditate your eyes on what your brother does, and this young Count should be able to live with more ease.

(If I said that, I'd say, 'If it weren't for him, we'd be talking faster!' Or so I guess you answer)

It is of a completely difficult nature.

I felt terribly depressed to have such a person in my husband and even have to accompany him to death or divorce him to some applause.

A distraction, once again, looks at the courtroom at the end of the marriage.

Marquis Lavalle withdrew early enough when it was all over. Perhaps we'll get ready for the next plot. I'm not tired of that old body either.

The Earl of Caltan is also leaving here in a pompous foothold. In public, that too is more irreversible as a nobleman than exposed to the ugliness so far at the trial table. Still gave up badly and went to wave his tail at Lavalle, or went to visit Annamarie, whose frenzy exceeded her limits during her marriage? I'm not sure about that.

Josephine said, this one has the blue-white face of a half-dead man, taken away by a lawsuit aristocrat. Perhaps they will stay at home until the next trial.

And Turius and Uni...

"Uni, that's enough. Keep your head up."

"No, for the sake of my stupidity, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"That's a fine annoyance, too. You're saying I'm good, so stand up."

Seeing it, there was a figure of Turius trying to painstakingly make Uni stand up framed and thankful on the floor. It is an unbelievable behavior on the part of the two of us who fought a very tenacious tongue battle during the hearing. To that smile, Simone accidentally blows her mouth off.

"... I am deeply grateful for your help. But there are many things like me that can be replaced."

"You shouldn't be stupid. I can't believe you're replacing Uni."

(... at least he's the only one who can brew his favorite herbal tea)

I thought of that as I listened to the far-flung discourse that separated the fence.

Before being called to this trial, Turius was sipping to put up with a darker flavor of rosehip than usual. Beyond the hot air, that face was also seemingly awaiting her return.

And it came true beautifully.

As for Simone, I would like to do it over the next time I give it to my tea companion. It was also refreshing to finally let that conspiracy grandfather blow a bubble.

And as he watches, Turius hands on his nostalgia and takes something out.

- It's a collar.

Lost a week ago. Instead of that, a new collar. And he giveth it, and she saith that she shall be connected to it again, if she will.

"I broke quite a few bones and took them back. You wouldn't think they'd let you go any easier, would you?

"... Yes. It's unexpected, my lord."

"If you understand, get your neck out."

"Um, before that..."

Before he offered her a collar, she knelt.

"Again, could you let me swear a slave from me? That way, you can get excited to never lose your collar again."

"Hmm, good... well, do me a favor quickly"

"Thank you. So..."

With the Lord's forgiveness, Uni spins his words in pieces.

"- Your slave, Uni, never disobeys you, never leaves you, protects and serves you… I pledge my life and soul that it will not necessarily be the basis for the Lord to fulfill this petition"

The words reached Simone's ear for some reason, even though she said she was mumbling quietly, not out loud.

On his knees, his hands together, his fingers together, his eyes laid down adorned with long lashes, his figure.

And it reminds me whether I pray wholeheartedly, or...

"Yeah. I'll take that word"

Turius offers his softly laid down left hand to match the acceptance.

As I said, Uni mouthed on the back of his hand.

And a silver circle fits into her neck that will not let go of her lips to remain.

- Kachili.

The last part was filled with a stiff sound and a week ago she was played.

That ritual, which I do not believe took place in a postnuptial court, strayed from its normal course. Is it because those two did it too naturally? To Simone, it even seems as though he just did the obvious.

"... it's like a wedding."

I don't know. I squeal like that.

Uni that releases her lips and glimpses the silver feel at her fingertips with some lucid eyes.

It is the maid's clothing that wraps around her, and even though it is the collar that fits her, her figure is still like a bride who is drunk with affection, happiness and happiness.

"Insane. What do you know about the sacred courtroom?"

Whether it's an answer to a whine or not, Linus leaks so angrily.

If you let Simone say so, he is the man who contrived the sacred wedding.

Remember to give up and put your left hand in front of your face.

Glowing on my pharmacopoeia was a platinum wedding ring.

Platinum and silver. Rings and collars. Brother and brother. Brides and slaves.

Similar colors and similar shapes, but connected to the same house by different contracts, two women.

- Fulfill, which is happier?

I can't be sure it's me. I realize myself, and Simone sighed a few times today.

The woman returned as her husband took her and glowed her brand new collar silver.

"I'm ashamed to be back now"

"Hi. Welcome home, my lord, chief maid"

Rubel calls out with a grin.

Dooey said,

"... oops"

With such a careless reply, it was best to raise one hand.

To the look on that doue's face, Turius raises one eyebrow in surprise.

"You look a lot strange, Dooey. Is it so weird that Uni came back like this?

"That's true, too. I think you're out of your mind."

"All of a sudden I'm being rude..."

As I say, Turius slowly lowers his back to the couch in the room. His appearance seemed to be out of relief at any given time, even within the past week.

The cause and thought women slaves quickly brew herbal tea by moving without sound from before they were commanded.

"It's after the place to be distracted. I've chosen chamomile for relaxation."

"Thanks, Uni. Yeah, I figured you'd make my tea."

"... Words without body"

Dooe briefly sighed at the two people who behaved as if they had nothing to do with the disturbances of a week ago and today.

Honestly, there's something Dooey can't be convinced of this accomplishment. Turius had read that the chances of Uni's return were 80%, but how do I figure out where to twist such a thing as it happens at 80%? If you think about it, you won't have to think it's unconvincing.

"Hey, husband. How long have you been able to read this development?

"Ninety percent from the beginning. I wonder if Marquis Lavalle noticed the possibility of securing Mr. Annamarie when Dry contacted me to enter the King's Capital."

When I asked, I returned this answer without incident.

"... you're lying, right?

Unexpectedly, I remember the edge of my mouth getting cramped.

There's no way that's happening. Have you read about this insane and burgeoning development since the beginning? Not very much, but I couldn't believe it.

In response to the suspicious eye, a sip of tea makes my nose sound heartily.

"What's a lie? Dry took full advantage of the transfer and came to King's Capital quickly. I realized I could afford to let her work on something other than Plan D. I was wondering if you'd have about time to let me go explore the Marquis of Lavalle. And then the Marquis came up with this one, and he thought," What's the end of it? "

"My lord. Lord Douye is at that previous stage. It's strange that the chief maid could read it until she went to trial on her own."

Rubel pinches his mouth from side to side.

"I'm worried about you, too."

"Isn't that what you don't have to ask?"

Turius said as he dampened his jaw to the hot air of chamomile tea.

"I've been mocking this girl for eleven years, haven't I? I've known for a long time that I could do this."

An impeccable dialogue, but does this man know the true weight of it?

For the sake of the LORD she betrayed her living father, and forsake her half-brother, and united her hands with her mother's enemies.

Isn't that just arrogance, such as taking that for granted?

Dooe tried to recruit it...... stopped.

This woman actually carried it out. With his own hands, he stigmatized his real father and drove him to retirement, and he did not move a single frown that his real mother had been driven mad by Turius, and thus returned to the infamous Lord. The fact is just that.

Without adhering to a doue bitten in the chest by a bitter renunciation, Turius continued.

"And there was a passage in that Count's long old story where the Lady hugged an official of the High Court. I thought I might be able to brainwash my wife and make use of her connections. Like I did this time, you want me to bring it to trial? So on that wedding day, I tried to choose words that would never be taken by Uncle Kartan."

And tilt the cup, dampening the lips.

"Regardless, Uni will notice the unnaturalness of my words and deeds. Anyway, you've been seeing me for eleven years. If you know that, you will also notice that I am using my wife to bring her to trial. And you know you have as much 'performance' as you can move on that street, right?

I don't know the first half, but I don't know the second half. In any case, Uni is also a master of wildness, a good magician and an alchemist who has been Turius' assistant for many years, so that even a reinforced and modified Doue could be outdone. It would be before breakfast, such as leaving the Count Caltan's mansion to formulate secret medicines, find a fired former servant who could be a witness, and brainwash and go around.

Anyway, as long as you have the magic incense of brainwashing, it's easy to get the information you need from the Count's family.

"… is complete. Then we'll have no choice."

"... right"

In the end, I had to pull back side by side with Rubel.

"So, did you reluctantly show Count Caltan to give you Lord Chief Maid just to buy you time to put together a floating proposal? The scam you used to testify at the trial started after that."

"Fraud, you don't hear well.... That's not why I'm here. You'll be suspicious if you don't show some resistance, and in case this one gives up on Gone, that's the quickest way."

... Surprised. I didn't know the subsequent accomplishments included such a meaning.

"You're stunned. In such a short time, that's what I've been thinking."

"You had enough time, didn't you? Anyway, when Uncle Kartan insisted on being his own daughter, he realized that this trap was inevitable. Because the title and blood ties and the name of return are established. So I gave up on being deprived of my personality for once, and then I figured out what to do after that. While listening to them and gathering ingredients. It's just a waste of time."

"You're about to, you. He's more of a conspirator than that Marquis Lavalle."

I sarcastically said, Turius shook his neck to the side.

"Stop joking... I figured out countermeasures on the ground, and I put them into action, because the information about our bills was on the ground. If that old man knew a little more about our M.O., he wouldn't make it."

The mouthfeel of saying so is even heartfelt bitterness. It was as if Turius had no intention of beating him, even though he said he had prevented his opponent from doing so and scratched his face with a counterattack.

"Most importantly, the other side would have raised your alert to this one. From now on, I think I'm going to put my back down and set up a more insidious plot."

Sure, you're right.

Instead of a far-fetched little investigation that would send an intermediary to Marlan, he was bounced off his opponent's plot in his home king's capital. Until now, I guess I felt so light that I would pay for the featherworms with my hands, but the worms also had poison needles to stab themselves with.

Then this time, you're seriously coming to smash every bug so that you don't try to imitate it like you stab a person again.

"... I'm sorry. This is what happened to me at the end of my life."

Turius waved to stop Uni from trying to frame him on the floor. There is a bitter smile on his face. Perhaps it was at this rate all the way from the courtroom.

"So fine. You wouldn't have to keep your head down again and again on the same thing, would you? Besides, given future developments, it's big enough to beat that marquis in front of the public. It's a good name for an injury. Ningro, you can praise him for doing well. You don't get too sick."

Saying, he stretches one hand to her head and strokes his hair so that it combs with his fingers.

"Your husband..."

"All right, good boy, good boy"

The Lord sends a caress with a joking thin grin, and his squire receives it with a slight narrowing of his eyes.

A mad man who murdered many slaves and matched his real brother, and a cursed woman who came back to cut off his blood and family of fruits for him.

With that distorted connection in sight again, Dooe shook her head gently.

"Damn... you look happy, more than anything."

To ironically crossed words that throw away the bitter acidity of burning the back of his chest, the slave woman answers with her head in the hand of the Lord, turning only to the side.

The look on your face is rarely a slight grin.

"Thank you."

The smile was as innocent as a girl, and at the same time slutty as inviting her to decadence.

- As I said, I'm the happiest woman in the world.