Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Brossenne's Royal Palace North Grand Garden was surrounded by unusual air.

Several bonfires burn with momentum, illuminating a side of the area like midday. And the light was reflexed in the armor of the dwellers, and in the sword that was lifted up against heaven in front of their breasts.

Here we are, the most elite and prestigious Kingsguard Knights in the kingdom. With the exception of the Second Knights, who are vacating the King's Capital for a bandit crusade that combines exercises, a total of five Knights have gathered their strength, from the First Knights to the Sixth Knights. Five hundred is not enough for that number.

It is a spectacular sight, dressed in a beautiful armor, where the knights of flexion gather in flocks and are illuminated by the light that burns pine fat - paying off the darkness at night and dazzling also the eyes of the beholder.

However, this sight was a substitute that must make another sentiment felt for citizens who are now in crisis in downtown.

I was wondering if you were doing this.

"… then, before His Majesty the King, perform the censorship!

A nobleman standing before the knights, dressed in plain clothes even in the wrong place, proclaims to be so high.

Browsers - They want to test the appearance of the aligned knights under the King's command.

Perhaps you should say what a long time it is when the firehand is rising from the city. Sadly, however, the heads of State of this country were still anxious enough to do this. This is the result of a rush.

… to change the story, the kingdom of Arquelle was a typically feudal country, supported by a great nobility with territory in the region. The king gives the aristocracy the right of control, and the aristocracy, in return, is obliged to protect the kingdom of the king from demons and other nations. But people are often more attracted to the exercise of their rights than to the fulfilment of their obligations. It is easier to make money by exploiting from the people of the dominant land than by fighting powerful monsters or by being protected from land you have never heard of away from your own territory, according to the king's life. By virtue of their status and the subjugation of their lands, the nobles had also faded the perception that their own territories were 'given by the king', and instead fostered the perception that they were 'of our clan tradition'. To this day, five hundred years after the founding of the kingdom, the king is no longer a tumor above his eyes for the nobles.

His Majesty the King should be a delicate, well-visible ornament. The strengthening of kingdoms to restrain us is beyond that - that is the general thrust of the local nobles.

There is no way that the people who think about it can make a good face at the elite Kingsguard of the Royal Family, who exists to protect the King and sometimes fight his enemies. If you become a disturber to the royal family, you are a nobleman and a force to be solemnly cleared without delay. Whenever the Kingsguard Knights were expanded, they created systems and customs to raise and suppress various demands and difficulties.

Application for equipment to be brought out to the point of a single sword, oath once again that the mission will be carried out in accordance with the royal decree, propaganda against the lady of the court... no kiri just to count. I managed to skip it and show it to one of the king's royal soldiers. They fly around to communicate, break bones to break, and suffer from the hardships of all parts of the relationship.

This is how the Kingsguard Knights are still eating their foothold in the Royal Palace, also because of the influence of centralists and decentralists.

"On your knees - Your Majesty, you are here!

Signalling the noble words of the facilitator, the knights simultaneously strike one knee and put their swords on the ground, putting their foreheads on their full bellies. Pushing the sword to the ground was a sign of no rebellion, and putting his forehead on the belly of the sword was supposed to stain his heart with the significance of taking weapons according to the royal decree.

The faces of the knights, kneeling and hiding their faces with swords placed on the ground, cannot be seen from the front. But there will never be many who are dissatisfied with the fact that departure is lagging in their hearts.

Even in a sip with Kingsguard knights, their origins vary. The First Knights, who turn to the Palace Guard, are made up of a large number of descendants of high nobility, and in the now absent Second Knights, they are recruited in the name of meritocracy, regardless of their identity. The Knights Below the Third also just said that the lower nobles and the civilian ascendants are half way up.

For those low-status born knights, the current situation, in which the city in which the civilians live is in danger, is by no means other personnel. The shops who bought things, ate rice and drank alcohol on the day off duty may be attacked. His own home was vandalized by the mob and his family was likely to be harmed. I think so. I can't stay or stand.

Quickly, as soon as possible.

To the knights so rare, the king who is supposed to give the order,

"Ugh, um... yes, now I'm going to the late..."

He appeared with an indescribable expression and an unconstrained foothold.

From the royal palace to the garden, a red carpet cursorily descends the hastily laid stairs. The sight leaked a sigh from the sitting court ministers and Kingsguards. Regardless, its source is not admiration, respect, etc. It is an outrage and a contempt.

Charles VIII, Third King of the Kingdom of Arquelle. Fifty-eight years old. But the look showed loneliness and exhaustion in colour, and it looked older than its real age. His reign is more than thirty-five years old, and he has been on the throne for a long time, but six years ago he was preceded in succession by the King Prince and the Second Prince, in the absence of his successor. Ever since then, he has aged again before, and in recent years his administration has lagged behind.

To the mouthless, the king now is slapped in the shadows that he is the puppet of the Marquis Lavalle, etc., but if the Marquis hears the matter, he must stand angrily and say:

I should have been free to choose a better puppet.

The end of the rumor is usually tied with such a joke.

The incompetent puppet stood in front of the Kingsguards as he sneezed with the puppet. If you look closely, your hips are drawn and your body is trembling in fright. It is as if he is frightened by the sword of the Kingsguard Knights, which should exist to protect him. In fact, Charles VIII is supposedly paranoid in recent years. At a time when the king's knee, the capital of Brosenne, was in the midst of a heinous affair, the trend seemed to be worse.

The trembling king sweats on his face and squeezes his voice out diligently.

"Ki, Ki, Knights! Ohh... up the face!

It was a turned-over gold cut. Not very much, but it is a voice that cannot be said to have the majesty that a king of a nation deserves.

Either way, it's a royal fate. The members of the Kingsguard Knights hide their laid-back feelings under a piece of skin and raise their faces as they were told. The king commanded himself, to the agility of his movements, to shrink once in a while.

And I take out a brand-new parchment from my nostalgia. It will be the text of a speech and decree drafted by the ceremonial officer in the palace.

"Wow, the elite under my command, fu, fu, deserve it... mi, you've behaved brilliantly standing. Oh, my God! As long as you are beside us as Kingsguards, why are you scared, uncle, of everything! I can't find it."

It was as if it were an unconvincing word.

Probably in order to create a flow of ordering people to go straight to the city from the censors, but it is as if it is a text that does not take into account its compatibility with the reader. This will shrivel the morale of the knights.

"Yes, but I do! I can't be surprised to hear that Brosenne, the capital of the kingdom for 500 years, has been rewarded with a traitor bee! It is difficult for the lords to leave the rest of the world, to rest their collars, to tranquilize the reign, to come, to come, to think that the knight is the real deal! Yu, yu, hence..."

The voice disrupts the discouragement irregularly, sweating like a waterfall from all over his face, while Charles VIII manages to finish his speech.

But then,

"So, the preaching! Orders!

All of a sudden, an officer who changed his blood phase and ran in blocked it.

"Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu, bu, bu, bu, bu!? And what do you think of blocking the rest of the words with your subordinates?

A king who runs his neglected eyes and yells with blue and black blood vessels in his temples. He's a cowardly man, but he still hates the walls that protect him from threats - that is, the invasion of his authority as a king.

The officer in the preaching apologizes for even being afraid and disrespectful.

"I'm sorry, too! It is the unclear of his minister that the sound of the jade was blocked in awe! So, but..."

"So, shut up! I don't want to hear about disloyalty."

"No, you're not going to shut up! It's an urgent order!

To the word, the knights looked at each other in the face to Russia.

It is a preaching until even if it blocks the king's words. Heavy punishment for disrespect would be inevitable. How much content do you intend to convey until you are ready for it? There will be no one else who doesn't care.

But there was only one exception.

"Nah, then slay him! If you die, shut up! Somebody! Kill this one!

more so, that the king of this country, is

Charles VIII was completely upside down. A subordinate being who blocks his own words and defies his own. Seeing that, like a woman who had been crawled with poisonous worms by her neck muscles, she had left herself to a reflexive fury.

I don't feel very comfortable like this.

I guessed so, and from among the Kingsguards the head of the Third Knights never stood to his will.

"Your Majesty! Many in awe are also offered by the minister who will keep the Kingsguard Third Knights!

Then the king jumps up and turns as if he had been exposed to cold water.

"Hih!... hey, what is it!?

What, the word was convenient for the Third Knight Commander.

If an intent is questioned by a person in sight, an obligation arises to speak it in detail. Return the back and I'll tell you I got a chance to talk about my intentions.

Before he changed the king's mind, he rolled up once and for all.

"I ask you to forgive my lord for what he said, all over his sweaty face. Bye, Your Grace. It must be true that this man, foolishly, broke into His Majesty's words, but it must also be true that he knew of the ear gauge as soon as possible. Here is one thing, I want you to calm down your will and tell this person your thoughts and enjoy the content. On top of that, I was wondering if it would be all right if you could think that it blocked the sound of the jade by not blocking it."

To sum up, if you're going to slay me, listen to me first, and find it worthless to block the king's words. A knight speaking to a king, though a captain, requires a lot of rhetoric.

And the king, after a more spasmodic look,

"... Whatever you want!

and turned sideways like a obstinate child.

The Third Knight Commander urges officers of the Order as he sighs.

"That's what I'm saying. Speak."

"Ha... ha!

What the officer, who made his face stretched by tension, said was short, but shocking.

"These are the thugs we call activists who have beeped up in the city… they have also appeared in the aristocratic district on the eastern bank of the Amon River! Even the soldiers who were on local alert are crying out for Kingsguard reinforcements!

"" What!?

A voice of surprise rises to a different tone.

Charles VIII, the nobles who sat in rows to format the King's seat, and a very small number of knights who were born into houses like houses with mansions in the aristocratic district.

All are those who stood somewhere like other personnel when they heard that the neighborhood where the civilians lived had been attacked.

"Heh, Your Majesty!

The leader of the First Knights rose with a dewy face, also anxious.

"As you cross the border, please order us to leave immediately! Don't let the aristocrats rush you!

To his remarks, as the faces of the First Knights were in tune.

As mentioned earlier, the First Knights have good blood muscles among the Kingsguards. Many would have grown up on the eastern side of Brosenne, in the aristocratic district. Earlier, I became the wingman of understanding the following thoughts of the Third Knights, who had been disturbed by the crisis in the civilian neighborhood.

The leader of the First Knights recruits.

"Besides, it is. In the unlikely event that the blue blood of the kingdom aristocracy was shed by the hands of the fools, let it be a thousand stigmas! Not to mention, this is Brosenne, the king's capital!?

In the King's capital under heaven, nobles are killed by civilians. It would impress upon future generations, in a bad way, the reign of the King's - Charles VIII. That's what I'm saying.

It was a radical statement. More than that, it is only a disrespectful word for His Highness to say to the King.

But the said king moves and loses color, and is nowhere near to realizing it.

"Ugh! Now, the Kingsguard Knights are all going to the Noble Town..."

A king who tries to lay down his life while being driven by momentum.

But...

"Excuse me! That shouldn't happen, Your Majesty!

The leader of the Third Knights, breaks in.

Charles VIII's complexion just happened to stain red and black with irritation.

"Hey, what!? This, this time, the Lord will say the rest of the words..."

"Your anger, I see, as a minister, will not come to your command as it is!

"... I wonder what that means, of the Third Knights"

It was the leader of the First Knights who expressed his unhappiness with a cold voice.

"His Majesty was now about to send out the rescue of the Noble City with all of the Kingsguards. Why 'd you stop it?

"Nothing. Everything about us needs to go to the aristocratic city. The first to be attacked was the civilian district. Besides, it's already up to the firehand. I don't suppose we can afford to be negligent?

The voice of the corresponding Third Knight Commander was also pregnant with a cold stickiness reminiscent of the late autumn.

He is angry. Until now, the First Knights turn their attitudes when it comes to the crisis of the various nobles, behaving without my involvement. We cannot but be profoundly angry at the manner in which it is.

but the leader of the First Knights recruits without any impression of the attitude.

"Nobility is what makes it a royal clan screen and a national imperative. It hits the whole spirit to the exclusion of that crisis. What's wrong with that?

- Have you learned anything about civilians, etc., or the crisis of nobility is paramount?

roughly a word in that sense.

The unsolicited reasoning in front only served to stiffen the attitude of the said side.

"Sincerely, the First Knights Commander. Now, skip your argument earlier. The blood of the nobles in the king's capital certainly hurts His Majesty's name. But what if you see a firehand up to a traditional capital and it's just like burning the city down by mistake!?

"Ugh..."

If you say so, there was no word to give it back. Though the city where the civilians live, the capital is the capital. To the king, who shall burn but remain the king's capital of his kingdom, where shall he say that he shall be faithful?

The other Knights also follow the Third Knights Commander.

"I agree. First, there will be escorts in the noble mansion. Ning Lo, I know that the power to turn you is minimal and good."

"Somehow nobility is a royal clan screen. How can I protect Your Majesty if I can't protect myself? I was wondering if one Knights would be appropriate."

"Then this is the single altar of the First Knights, which is drawing your blood, right?

"Ki, you guys......!?

Instantly pushed to isolation helplessness, the First Knights captain peeled his eyes.

The First Knights shall be placed under court guard and shall serve beside you. What is required there is neither an unmatched sword arm, nor an equestrian master, nor the courage to spare one's life. Blood muscles and upbringing, that's all. Dare the other elements required be about appearance to a lesser extent than ugly?

The point is, it's a good place for a bunch of boys. It is essentially like having a dauntless soldier permanently established, and it is the truth to say that dedicated soldiers are in charge of the practice of security. Compared to the fact that the second or fewer Knights are strictly selected elites in front of each other on foot, in tournaments, in military service on the ground, etc., it is also a shame to say that they are inferior. The supremacy of the sequence in the Kingsguard was also nothing but the authority derived from its bloodmuscles and the glory that comes from its connection to the palace.

So I hesitate to step into an iron fire on my own. He knows best that he is Tenzi's tiger. I wanted to take the form of a total force of Kingsguards if I could, even if I wanted to head to the rescue in the aristocratic district. Even if that doesn't happen, I want to somehow involve the other Knights and get to the point with as many of them as possible.

But the other Knights hated it. Most of them grew up in lower towns, or genuine civilians, just named after nobles. Literally fires across the bank, such as about the aristocratic neighborhood across the river - no, it's our own city that's on fire right now, so it couldn't have sprung up the willingness to get involved elsewhere.

(All the Kingsguards are named, the grown-ups...!

The First Knight Commander spits in his heart at the abomination.

Formerly the Knights of Kingsguard was organized by hundreds. It was just for the current Knights. That was nearly sixfold expanded because of the lateral spears of the Marquis of Lavalle and others. A reinforcing route that ends in a defeat fifty years ago. As an extension, the Kingsguard Knights were also enlarged with the backing of the centralists, changing their nature from the court guard to the core organization of the Wang Metropolitan Defense Forces. This is why, in the name of securing the number of members, knights of lower nobility and civilian origin, which were not previously employed, are now included. Before the reform, the role of the court as a guardian, composed exclusively of the descendants of the noble nobility, was left only to the First Knights.

So he didn't like the other Knights. Lower bitches who do not solve the ancient traditions of the nobility, and then boast of force, and belittle themselves. Who will admit it as a Kingsguard, such as the pimps screwed in Lavalle's mouth truck - that's how I see the Knights other than First.

Those below the Second Knights were also sensitive to the matter. And I have a backlash for that. What is the First Knights. Are not the dra sons of the high nobility? That brings us together to connect with the court people in an attempt to make each parent's home convenient, and instead of your security, we just get out of depression by flushing floating names with the good guys. What is Kingsguard all about is this dialogue?

An invisible spark scattered among the knights in opposing positions, and heavy silence temporarily flowed.

"As it were, sort of. Everyone, calm down."

It is one of the court nobles who was in attendance who speaks out as if he could not see. To its appearance, the faces of the First Knights loose their companionship, and the others chew down the bitter worms uniformly.

A nobleman who can go up in the palace. That is to say, it is a nobleman as high as a member of the First Knights.

"Together it makes sense, but without giving in to both sides, it is not clear. I want you to keep your horns here and act like a knight and be orderly."

Behavior that was knightly and orderly - which means obey the First Knights at the top of the sequence. In principle, Kingsguard is recognized for the superiority of command by the Knights waved by the young numbers. It must be natural. There is no way that the First Knights, gathered together by the Marquis and the children of the Count, can obey the barons, knights, and other knighthood leaders who, if they do poorly, may be former civilians.

The leader of the First Knights, with his support, smiles abusively in a flinch.

"Hmm, Sir's opinion is the best. Kingsguard knights of the Royal Army, it is only in times of crisis that we should obey the law and get an open standing behavior, right?

"Ku......!

The third knight captain, pointing the water in a whispering tone, accidentally held his fist in. I wanted to punch him in the face, but he hated me, and he was in front of me. If you imitate that, you will be tired not only of yourself, but also of your men and your house. There was no way I could do it.

"Captain......"

One of my men is staring at me with a gaze. It was the limit of patience, the face. You want to jump out and rush to the crisis in Wang Du right now. Let them say things here in arms, and shake off the First Knights of the Blue Ladybug.

Looking over, I can also see some of the third men and other knights with swordswallowing faces that they did not quit the slaughter in the palace either.

(Don't go away, it won't...)

Both the Third Knights Commander and the Fourth or Less Commander wanted to be right if they could. But that's something you shouldn't do. It's not a matter of reason or jurisprudence. If the Kingsguards erupt, they are seen as royal spirits, over-stimulating the people of the province. As long as it was taken as a political issue, he was still a good one, and at worst he could see the imposition of the Kingsguard as a pioneer of royal arbitrariness and even be rebelled against.

Instead of the king's capital, if you do badly, you can burn the country itself. The fear had cautioned against recklessness.

I'm not willing to let the greats like me refrain from doing it first or behind it when I see it.

"... Your Majesty the King"

Charles VIII, who had ever been placed outside the mosquito nets and was suddenly called out, just happened to tremble his shoulders.

"Hey, what...?

While disappointed by its weak appearance, the Third Knight Commander continues his words.

"We Kingsguards are only royal shields and spears. In awe, when we go to the king's capital to rescue him, the minister wants His Majesty's mercy."

"" What!?

The First Knights chief, the aristocrats present, raised their voices unexpectedly.

The paramount command within the Kingsguard regiment shall be held by the First Knights, as previously mentioned. So, what's the power of command over the Kingsguard itself? Naturally, it is in the king who is protected by it.

He expressed his intention to leave waste with his king and to obey the decision in full.

"The First Knights say priority should be given to the rescue of royal clan-screened aristocrats. I know that the subjects should advance their soldiers to the cities that were attacked before the nobles who had the power to defend themselves. Where the lords also acknowledge that both sides have reason. If so, which reason should we adopt? I beseech His Majesty to consecrate and enlighten His Majesty."

Now it would be better if the king ordered rescue to the first city that was attacked. You will be able to save the people you want to help, without the worry of your hindsight. On the contrary, even if it is decided to give precedence to the nobility, it cannot be helped by that. Both the Third Knight Commander and his men can convince themselves that if they do not like it but His Majesty's life. At least we can show our will internally and externally that we followed the king's life as a Kingsguard, not for the First Knights or the nobles. Plus, after a quick sweep of the noble city thieves, he has the knife to return them to the civilian city. To do so, we need reasons to convince our subordinates, who will feel rebellious and lose morale, even at the outset. In other words, the greatest righteousness of royal life is.

The mentioned Third Knights Commander, the other Knights Commanders who agree with it, the First Knights and the court nobles who wrinkle between their eyebrows when they are pushed out, the knights who live side by side. All of which sip solidly and await the King's judgment.

And Charles VIII opened his mouth after a long, short, and unpretentious time to feel.

"... I don't know"

"Ha...?

Whose voice was it that was distracted? I don't have time to judge that.

"And I don't know! I don't know, I don't know! The rest, I don't know anything like that! Well, well, well, well, well, well!

A man nearly sixty years old spits from the corner of his mouth like a child squeezing waste.

Furthermore, he stepped on to the group Tai and kicked around the lawn in the garden. Blood-running eyes are stripped wide like they forgot to blink, and the blood vessels that emerge on the temples pulse spasmodically. From the side, it doesn't look like anything unusual. The king was insane.

"Heh, Your Majesty!? Trouble, Your Majesty!

"And, and know it! The rest go home! Go back to your room!

Turn your back on your subordinate calling voice and walk backwards through the red carpet.

I don't like it anymore, Charles thought.

This guy always says things that are unsolicited. For him, the First Knights and all the other Kingsguards, the court ministers and the civilians were all the same. Ravens who do not despise our position or our mood, do not hesitate or reproach, but only express their opinions. This is the king of Arquel, fearing. Yet no one and he stick to all the demands endlessly. Days without a shred of reverence or faith, just to perform the liturgy and recourse to the decisions as the crowd says. There is no place for me to be. Instead of being fulfilled, I had never been asked. Then only responsibility can be pushed from next to next. It is not a pleasure.

He said he made Lavalle and the others a centralist. The king may sit well on the throne, and it does not matter if it is not Charles, just like the decentralists. The point is handling tools to restrain political opponents. Do it for the king, do it for the kings, do it for the kingdom, but do it yourself. It was a good annoyance. Thanks to this, the hearts of the gods are separated from those of the royal family, and the people also leak their dissatisfaction with the king if taxes are raised for the policies they have advocated. Even though I haven't done anything, I don't even have the freedom to do something.

(I don't like it, I don't like it! The rest, let's not go on like kings anymore!

One man fled back to the court, and the king's face running for his bedroom was always squeamished with tears and tears.

If it were true, I would have already pulled myself off the throne. His eldest son Louis became his second son, Philip, succeeded, and Charles himself wished only to be removed from his position, free from years of heavy duty, and lead a cautious hiding life. That was the assassination of King Prince Louis six years ago.

At that time, the politics between centralists and decentralists had developed to the point of involving successors to the throne. When the eldest son, Louis, is seen by the totalitarians and stands as the prince, the totalitarians dispute that decision as qualitative over his brother to the second son, Philip. It was simply a claim that he hated being occupied by those who gained the back shield of his political enemies, but to bad, Philip was concerned about it, and Louis also hated his brother, who stripped him of his ambition, and the politics of the bone meat contested by his brothers began. The repeated arbitration of the Father King has no effect either, and if Louis slanders his brother's rebellion, Philip slanders his brother as nothing but a vessel of kings. The whole palace was surrounded by a pungent atmosphere that made the wild rose crawl, and at last the princes could not be mediated. The voice of suspicion was also directed at the king.

One of these days, it is unusual for me to be in a table with all my family. All of a sudden, Louis threw up blood and fell, leaving him without ever getting up again. The wine after the meal was poisoned. Naturally, the charges are directed against Philip, who was openly contending for the throne. Dressed with the stigma of his brother's murder, his brother locked himself in his room to escape suspicion and pursuit, and three days later committed an unknown poisoning suicide. Charles thinks Philip is suspicious because the poison he used was homogeneous to the one that killed Louis. Philip, who couldn't stand the real killer of Louis and the suspicious eye anymore, the poison they both got could have been the same occasionally, and Philip could have been killed by someone who made him look like a suicide. Either way, as a father, I didn't even want to think about it, such as when my second son committed suicide on the statement that he killed his eldest son. They were both adorable sons raised on these knees. I couldn't mediate their dispute because I didn't want to be the bad guy on either side.

After the incident, the centralists accused the decentralists of abetting Philip of the cause of the matter, and the decentralists put the blame on several legal clothing aristocrats to cheek. In response to the King demanding an enquiry into the truth, the court ministers decided to silence him de facto for fear of causing the rebellion of the Hordes by excessive pursuit. That Lavalle was on the list of hanging on to the Decentralists to acquiesce to several bills in exchange for the suspension of the investigation. King Charles VIII was not even allowed to find out who killed his son and raise him to a blood festival, nor to despair knowing the same truth.

Since then, he loses more interest in government than ever before. No, you can say you've even lost interest in public affairs. Keep the liquor away and don't even pay attention to the taste of the meal. I find myself annoyed by the music I hear, and the kind of painting only adorns the room with a few portraits of my predecessor's sons. Whether the weakening of his temper affected him or he became afraid of remitting his children, he was no longer suitable.

A grey king, on the throne of the earth and the kingdom of art, yet turned his back on liquor, art and colorful incense. That was Charles VIII now.

"Why...... Huh! Hey...... Huh! Ha, ha..."

He keeps running, even forgetting to breathe and sip. Go for even your own room, and stand there caged, eager to be cut off from all the outside world. It was not what Wang Du found out. The mob attacked the useless aristocrats and killed no one left. If the firehand is rising from the capital, you can burn it all the way to the royal palace. Clean instead.

Thoughting he kept running away. from the minister pressing for a decision. From the reality that surrounds me.

No one came after him. No one had to.

In the garden, which has been hit by an unprecedented state of affairs in which the king wanders, it is decided by the First Knights to direct the total power of the Kingsguard towards the aristocratic district. The best decision maker, the King, is absent. At the earliest possible time, there is no one to inhibit the command holder ranked first in the Kingsguard sequence. The Knights of the Third and Lower did not have the strength to chase down and say anything to the king who would renounce his decision here.

King Charles VIII of the Kingdom of Arquel decided to abandon the civilians in the vortex because of the fact that he would decide nothing.

An advanced Kingsguard Knights rush down from the royal palace's tall hills. For what is considered the most powerful force in this country, the movement lacked some glory. Because the effect of the First Knights being on the line that they lack experience in action and that their courtship is less than or equal to that is significant. He wields power to hold down the knights below the third, and he himself runs the lead closest to the spear, cursory. As a sequel, you'd want to chase it through or kick your ass, but the law and my parents' seven lights were holding it back.

A swallowing march, like a parade of victory before you fight. It is a sight that could be mad and on the mob's side if citizens in precise danger now see it.

From the roof of the city's mutilated wife, there was a shadow that looked at it.

A shadow wrapped softly in a robe, from head to foot. When the shadow takes a small costume out of the nostalgia, it hits the mouth. It's a comm magic costume.

"From Opus 05, to 01. From Opus 05, to 01. Please respond, Mass."

"This is Opus 01, good communication sensitivity. Opus 05, please contact me '

"Confirm your departure, Sita, and contact Mass. Repeat, Mass, confirm your departure Sita, and contact Mass."

Over the courtesy, a mechanical woman's voice staggers. And silence.

Slightly, the response returns from beyond the communication.

'... Got it. You're coming a long time later than planned. Is something wrong? 05, can't you detect any anomalies from there?

"No, and return the denial, Mass. To the customer, the visible abnormality can be confirmed."

"Cheng Cheng. You're more relaxed people than I thought.... for being late, there will be no problem. For our work, too, we can afford it. So how about going straight?

"It's all, and state the findings, Mass."

To the shadow answer, the opponent of the communication silenced for a moment. He seemed to have faced an unexpected answer.

'... everything?

"Hi."

'Really?... Well, that would be good. It doesn't affect a lot of people.'

"But can I ask you something, Mass? As it were, I was wondering if there would be more noise than planned, Masga."

The shadow on the roof asked for confirmation. I am wary of eavesdropping or fainting in content, but their conversation is about the confusion that is attacking Brosenne. As the shadows fear, the damage to the city will continue to expand if Kingsguard continues to turn all its forces to the aristocracy. In some cases, the fire may spread and burn down the entire Wang capital.

Still don't mind, to ask,

"What's that?

The other person across the line of communication said that without incident.

If so, there is no need to worry about it in this shadow either.

"No, and answer, Mass. Your judgment that the mission is unobstructed."

'So, no problem? 05, please keep your initial duties intact. We'll do it later. "

"Good luck, Mass. Over."

'Take care of yourself there. Over'

When we exchange greetings with strange ultimatums, the communication ends.

The shadow looked out over the city in a motion reminiscent of the outpost as he disguised himself again.

……

Kingsguard knights moving towards the aristocratic district - no problem.

The mob and the citizens who will be its victims - no problem.

Flames and smoke going up all over the city - no problem.

Everything is fine. At least, there was nothing wrong with the task entrusted to her.

Brosenne's hellish situation is not going to end yet.