Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

In the darkness at night, he was running away.

The fire unleashed keeps burning, extending, raising black smoke and blocking the moon. The flames of red and shining are as if they were tearing the night apart.

In that, he runs from shadow to shadow, hidden like a rat, not illuminated by fire. The blowing sound of the fire of boom reminded me of a beast exhaling on my back. When I stop, they eat me. There's no basis for that. I can't even shake it off as stupid.

- How did this happen?

As he defiled his face with the juice dripping from his eyes and nose, he thought.

I wonder how this happened. I was just a citizen, a peasant, a civilian everywhere. I wasn't a man who could do such a great thing. No matter how painful life was, poor or ridiculed, I thought it was just satisfying to be alive. That was the compromise. Only then could the world turn enough and live while rubbing down its sensibilities.

How can you be in such a place?

I remember how I got here.

I also remember how I did it so far.

And yet, I wonder what that means.

... Why, I thought I'd do this.

That's all I couldn't remember.

"Comrade!"

"What do we do, comrade!?

The voices you hear from behind are loud.

A march of fools who follow in their own footsteps and make footsteps in the same rhythm. They are no different in phase, following them like a duck child.

Unexpectedly, it even seemed as if it was driving itself into a runaway trail.

"Comrade!"

"How long should I run, comrade!?

"... Shut up Ye!!

He screamed overwhelmingly.

Then what do you say, the folks behind you mumble perfectly.

Really, really, they're puppets who just listen to themselves.

Even now, when I realize it, I get more angry.

"Shh, think with your own head for a second! I'm not your parents!

When he stops, looks back and yells, the people running behind him step bewildered but often. And they looked at each other like they were frightened.

"Kan, can...?

"Yourself...?

"Me... we..."

From that blurry squeaky face, you can rapidly lose your sense of urgency, tension, enthusiasm, etc.

It was as if the magic were going to unravel.

"... why are we here?

Someone zeroes.

As soon as, the cold cold ran through my spine.

Why did you try to come here? Why did you want to do this?

What I noticed was, in fact, what everyone here had in common.

When you understand that, and you're flattered by the creeps,

"Oh no... I didn't know you could solve this."

An arrogant woman's voice came down from above.

"So, who!?

He looks up in absurdity like he's scared.

The Lord of the Voice was there.

On the roof of the flaming mansion, even with the fire on his back, he is still cool, with his long legs together and looking down at this one. I wear a robe softly from my head, I don't know as much about my appearance, I just know enough to say I'm a woman from my voice and thin legs. But my voice did sound familiar.

"Oh, you... sure, I was at the tavern sometime -"

That's right.

She was the first woman to raise her voice of consent a few days ago when she struck up a speech at the Brosenne tavern. Cutting off her words, the men there agreed with him. That was the cut of the bee tonight.

The woman on the roof mocks him and the crowd still mocking him for changing his complexion.

"Hum...... For a vulgar monkey, you remember things well. But it's something that made me use it to make art."

It was a strange thing to say.

It is as if his... No, his actions were following the drawing surface of this woman. There was no reason for that.

I gathered my comrades in my own words, planned them with my own intentions, and did things with my own hands.

It should be.

I thought, as I read the inside of this one, the woman flashed her shoulders.

"... if you're guessing, that doesn't sound so good. Well, there's no choice. It's a monkey. No, it's a guinea pig if you let that one tell you. It would be more important to know how to run and how to get bored under these conditions than the extent of the otum."

"What are you talking about earlier!?

When he yells overwhelmingly, he returns the sound of his nose squealing uncomfortably.

"Hum, it's just a combination of answers. Are you foolish enough to understand what that means? Hey, man."

"Oh, come on."

Another voice cracks in where I tried to recruit you.

"Senior, senior. I don't know what to say. 'Cause they're really stupid. Why don't you bite him and tell him to include it, so he can figure it out in half somehow?

"Absolutely, and I agree, Mass. Time for finishing, by then, you should not waste your time."

A black misty figure emerged from a flanked alley.

A voice as cold as a mass of iron, hung from directly behind the crowd.

Pair it with the woman on the roof, just three. It even gives the impression that it is sieging the dozens of human beings gathered on this occasion as a whole, letting them escape alone.

"... so is that. I don't have time to play. I guess we should get it done quickly."

Saying, the woman only peeks her left eye out of the hood.

Left eye glowing violently purple for some reason while carrying the flame backwards.

"What, ah...!?

Seeing it decently, he felt distracted.

The frightened companions also droop their arms in further weakness.

"Hey, you guys use incense too. That's the number on the boulder. My eyes alone will destroy you, and I will eat your magic."

"Yes, yes...... I know, I know."

Copy that, Shima Sita.

At the same time, sweet aromas reminiscent of exotic flowers wrap around the area.

Consciousness, turning away...

"That's the last order, then. Fight with the Knights who will arrive shortly, until they die. For freedom and equality, was it?... Huh, crap"

With a voice with sincere contempt, questions, confusion and fear all melted and disappeared.

According to the historical book, the popular uprising known as the Great Fire of Brosenne September supposedly closed the curtain when fifty-three mobs, including the chief Gaston Just, were killed in the aristocratic district.

During the crackdown, fierce resistance arose, and although there were no deaths in the Kingsguard Knights that hit the matter, six serious injuries were delivered from the vanguard First Knights.

In practice, however, the mob named the activists continued to loot and assault even in the city, and the slum dwellers said they were also beginning to work in the fire on board this.

In contrast, the adventurers who lived in the city began a mob crusade with discretion, and the Adventurer Alliance hastily pursued this. It was in fact Ming Pai Dawn that the complete sedation of the situation came about.

Not only afterwards, the fire unleashed by the mob continued to burn until noon one day, and more than three thousand houses burned all over the city. Ten mansions are also burned out in the aristocratic district.

Human damage is estimated, from 6,000 to more than 20,000 dead. Severe minor illnesses are not even recorded. Because there were too many, and they even gave up counting.

The cause of death for the majority of the dead is, unexpectedly, drowning. It was to evacuate from the fire and escape from the mob, to overwhelmingly fall into the Amon River. Filled with scorching and deathly odours, with black smoke standing in and rivers weighed down by corpses, Brosenne even tells us that the city itself seemed to have turned into a giant crematorium.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that hurt..."

When I stood up with my wand in one hand, the pain sticking up from my chest prevented me from moving. Even if the wound gets blocked, it hasn't completely healed, and it doesn't change the fact that it was wounded. For a while, I guess I'll have to go out with this pain every time I move.

Just because there is some healing magic or healing potion doesn't mean that every wound heals quickly. Superficial trauma and fractures can be quickly healed, but when stabbed deep into the back of the body or the gut is damaged, it doesn't heal that well with proper treatment. If you're going to try to recover this overnight, you'll need a level of magic that a high priest can use, or a luxury potion made of materials that are high enough for eyeballs to pop up. By the way, if I were you, I'd incision the affected area and heal it directly. but there is no facility of such a magnitude that it can be operated on. I crushed it last year when they kicked me out of the house......

"Are you okay? Sir Turius."

It is Mr. Simone who speaks so worryingly. Damn, I didn't know she'd show us around when she said it wasn't the other way around either. I really don't have any body on my brother.

I try to reassure her and make her laugh happily.

"Yes, don't worry. The wounds are magically blocked, so if you rest for a while later, you'll be right back on track. There's no problem."

Although I still need to digest my itinerary in the carriage for over a week, until I get back to the realm of Marlan and really get some rest.

Yes, this time I am finally free from the long stalls in the king's capital.

Anyway, the wedding to attend was almost over, and the uni that was covered was returned to me. Even for me, I'm losing my reason to stay in this city, and on top of that, the fact that I was targeted for my life by some kind of hand at the main Ovenil residence during my stay.

It would be just a good excuse to avoid a crisis in the Wang capital and return to the territory. By the time I got home, it would be in harvest season, and in that sense, it was appropriate.

"My sister-in-law is better than me... what do you say... be willing..."

Even as she caged her mouth in hindsight, she lays down her face and shakes her neck to the side. Vale swayed along with it, blocking her gaze at the look on its face.

"It's okay. I've been worried sick since we decided to get married. I need to reassure you today."

That's what she says. She's wearing a mourning now. Quite the opposite of a wedding in the meantime, it's black.

She's going to the funeral as I leave. [M]

Whose? It belongs to her parents.

"... I'm sorry for your loss"

Mr. Simone's home, the Baron Pontovan family, is under mob raid earlier to see the whole family in desolation concern. Though I hear that house is a poor nobleman far from what the activists call exploiters and oppressors... it was simply an easy home to strike in the aristocratic neighborhood, so you must have been caught up in indiscriminate raids.

In my words, my brother-in-law smiled powerlessly at my mouth, peeking slightly.

"Thank you. Let's go."

"Yes."

I borrow her shoulder and walk out. It's still embarrassing to be supported by a woman, and I feel even more reluctant when it comes to being a tough person.

But this man seemed to want to.

Many people will cry or get angry when it's hard, when it's sad, when it's painful. I'm one of them. [M] But she is the other way around. I'm trying to be nice to people because I'm miserable, because I'm sad.

I'm not talking about which one is superior. Sometimes it is because of tears that people will be able to convey their feelings, and sometimes because they continue to behave in a temperament, they cannot always follow their heartache from the chest.

However, I honestly find this person's tenderness and attitude pleasing and appreciated.

If I can, I want you to be happy, please.

"... what are you doing"

You may not have to tell me, but it was my brother who called me out cold.

The bitter look is usually like this when you face to face with me. but when his gaze today, that's about as good as shooting people.

That may also be something we have no choice in. Whatever, look. This is where my new wife lends a worthy shoulder to my brother, who hates me as much as she wants to kill me. A jealous man would be frustrating, and even if not, no one makes it good for the object of the killing to make contact with his partner.

but as I can see, I'm an injured person. Though I think it would be a good idea to give me a little mercy.

"Look. Don't you see? I'm about to take the carriage home."

"You'll just walk out the front door and walk a little. Then just walk on your own feet."

Wow, I'm not really very popular with this guy. Unlike your wedding day, you don't have the eyes of anybody else, so you can say whatever you want.

I also feel my facial muscles cramp. [M]

"Or something? In your prized alchemy, one medicine to heal wounds, make it satisfying -"

"Linus."

Mr. Simone blocked the brother he was trying to recruit.

"Please, don't make me hate you any more"

"Become..."

My brother glances at my cold voice as it freezes. I turned my face towards her, too. [M]

The expression is blocked by a mourning vale. But from the sight of chilli and skin, he tells us that the eye beneath it would be more rugged.

"Not only on the eve of the wedding, but also on the morning of the funeral? It's really nice. And I don't know what you think someone would think if an assassin attacked you and let you walk your brother-in-law alone. There's going to be one more rumor about this house."

…… Sorry, it was short notice. "

To my sister-in-law's questioning, my brother bowed his head in disgust.

What she says is good too. It's not the kind of conversation you would have before your step-parents' funeral, and if they saw you beating out an unaccompanied injured person, it would be another source of laughter. First, the report that I have been injured must have already been heard by nobles throughout the King's capital. So when you showed me the cold treatment, it was actually my real brother who sent the assassin, and it's no wonder speculation was whispered. No, there's a chance that such rumors are already circulating in the alley.

Or would he be in a position to take the initiative to consider his wife, who has just lost both parents? This is what happens because you forget about it and you start saying you hate it. Damn, you're a nervous, insensitive person at the heart.

"Well, this would also be a first-rate brother. I'm used to it, so you don't have to worry about it. Hey, sister-in-law. Don't be so scared."

I sow the seeds of conjugal discord and I know my face, because what is it, so I'll pinch my mouth for arbitration. It feels very restful, but it would be better than not telling.

Did that mind make sense,

"Sir Turius...... I don't mind if you say so."

and Mr. Simone, who holds the spear.

Mm-hmm. I almost blamed myself for saying goodbye while I was still in a bad mood. At the corner, you can return from the king's capital, which is full of bad feelings. I wanted to travel refreshingly in a rusty mood if I could.

While I was thinking, when I opened the front door and went outside, there was still a tragedy there that was ravaged by the mob during the Great Fire. The stepping stone is peeling off by the way is the beginning. The tall statue is rolling with it broken, the lawn in the garden is luxuriously chosen... something, I feel like there are more objects that Dooey must have broken in a rampage than the mob did. Whenever my brother sees them, he gives me a hard look, but ignores them.

When I got out in front of the gate, two carriages were just about to stop aside. Unfortunately, the carriage I was keeping with the slaves I brought with me at the Inn in the city was destroyed by an example riot, apparently. So I guess I bought this new or borrowed it. I mean, unlike before, it hasn't been modified by my hand, so it's already rattling.... Oh, melancholy.

"... picked you up, my lord"

It is uni to get out of the carriage and say so. I was supposed to walk with my sister-in-law's hand because I was sending her and the other ministers to procure her legs and buy all the things she needed to go home. You could have waited until the Unis brought the carriage, but even for me, I wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I couldn't help it.

At any rate, the King's capital is now in turmoil after the Great Fire, making it difficult to procure supplies. I don't know how many days it will take to get out if I don't hang it by the total amount.

"I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am."

"It's fine. It's what I like."

She laughs uncontrollably and says to Uni, who bows her head. It's a woman who really did it. I think it's a rare quality in this world to be gentle with this child, not only with me the injured, but also with someone else's slave. It means that the deceased parents' virtues will be honored.

What a thought, changing the depository of the body from Mr. Simone to Uni.

"Then, sister-in-law, thank you for your help.... Please forgive me for my trespass in my spare time without being listed at the funeral. I know this is going to be a tough time, but, uh, good luck."

"Yeah. Sir Turius, get well as soon as possible? I hope to treat you to your tea again sometime."

To say goodbye, my sister-in-law has returned those words.

Ha? When it comes to tea, I think my brother has the extra good stuff... but maybe he's got tea leaves for his brother and his wife, too?

Knowing or not to be suspected of not being there, my brother snorts in a grumpy manner.

"... go home early. And for a while, focus on your local affairs."

You said go home. Do you want to say that this house is not already your place?

"Yes, yes, I'll show you the results, Countess.... Brother, please return to the mainland once in a while, not leaving the territory to be deputized for forever?

My face feels the same, and I also say that I have rubbed against it. Even for me, I'm not going to tell you that this mansion is my house. My house is a lab, and my homeland and my thought-provoking land is that island country that is not in this world. It is an extra favor.

Nevertheless... I can't believe you're sitting in the king's capital doing all the extras. Then my brother couldn't have said anything bad about his late father. Wouldn't it be awkward on a boulder to go on and leave the territory alone for two generations? Well, unlike his predecessors, he hasn't neglected to rule on paperwork, but still hasn't been to the main Voldan since he took office.

... even Marlan, my realm, is part of his state.

Well, fine. I'm sorry to hear that, but let's just go home.

While I ignored my brother's voice, I boarded the carriage with Uni's help, sheltering my aching chest.

The sky was covered in gray darkness. The city was still smoking in the remnants of the fire.

The river that flows under the windows is more cloudy than usual, and I learn the illusion that death odors can smell inside as well.

The city across the shore returned to dust, and in the burn marks there was still a constant rise of mothers searching for children and children seeking parents, mourning families mourning the dead, and voices of victims who were bitter about burns.

That's Brosenne now. It is the figure of the capital of the kingdom of Arquel, five hundred years old.

- How did this happen?

Marquis Lavalle regrets it so, shaken by the vibrations of the carriage. I had not dreamed that this city would suffer such a terrible catastrophe within my own eyes.

He was now on his way to attend the funeral of the Pontovan family, wrapping his exhausted old body in mourning. I have an in-laws that I have to do that because I kept my mouth shut about my daughter's marriage and we were friends. And Linus, who was a mourner on behalf of his wife, had a lot to talk about.

Solid condolences are an excuse for future moves and the next conspiracy...... and an explanation for the attempted assassination of Turius.

In the Ovenil residence on that day of great fire, Turius was attacked at the behest of the Marquis of Lavalle. Such weather was spreading among the nobles.

Said that I resented the fact that the [slave slayer] had scratched my shame in the overdue trial, so I hitched a ride to the mob and ordered the hand to kill him, but when it became terrible, the fire was a plot by Lavalle for assassination, and so on, and so on. In fact, many of the aristocrats attacked in that uprising belonged to the decentralists, applauding the spread of rumors. That Marquis of Lavalle wouldn't be surprised to think about discussing two enemies in one measure.

Regardless, they are all cod without roots or leaves. First, the means of eliminating Turius, which he had planned, are based on rights and conspiracy only to the fullest. It is not yet in the stage of use, such as the surplus manipulation of assassination.

But there was too much circumstantial evidence for the bad in between.

First, three men slaughtered by slaves for stabbing that lunatic. Those are undisputed ministers who were sent to the Ovenil mansion at the behest of Lavalle. Those who were good at shady work, who were sticking up for Tullius surveillance, were on the back of the fact that they were not withdrawn during the Great Fire and the mob bees. Nominally, he is under the guise of temporary employment of the Ovenil family. But some of the aristocratic families who were in contention with Lavalle will remember it as a handkerchief in the shadow of the Old Marquis, and naturally, so will the totalitarians, who are allies.

It also hurts that Linus used the costume he made them hold again and he didn't know about it and had the call. Because of this, I have strong suspicions about that young nobleman. I'm not a foolish enough man to touch the boulders around me, but those feelings are often big and small enough to get into attitude. What would it look like if other aristocrats took it personally? Thoughts and melancholy.

And the most awkward thing... is that Turius has actually been stabbed, in itself.

Anyway, that slave maid is originally a two-named adventurer. Its strength and frantic loyalty to its master are information that those who know know know. Even if not, that girl is catching her ears and ears in a disturbance surrounding the Kartan family. It was possible that those who were not familiar were also intrigued and looking into it. Because it is the food of outfits for rumourless metropolitan sparrows, such as the girl who was distraught by the Count's family and denied it and returned to her slavery. Stop, Turius Ovenil was attacked while being protected by such a woman.

If you are a thoughtless man, all you have to do is despise a slave, a woman. I'm just talking about ridiculing Uni that it's a great reputation downfall and laughing at Turius, who was at peace with it.

But if one thinks deeply about things, or knows about the race of adventurers, the story is the exact opposite.

Exceptions during the special case where two names were allowed while C-ranked, the extreme exception among the human-shaped monsters named Adventurers. Dive through the guard of such a person to reach his target and row him to the brink of success in the assassination. How many people in this king's capital can plan such a plan?

There is only one such person. The man's name is Lavalle.

(Hmm... this guy always buys a lot of money only at times like this)

annoying speculation, but there were also many people around him who believed in it. Chamberlain has questioned the truth and falsehood in such ways as fear, and Rangogne and others cannot forgive those who burned the king's capital, etc., are deliberately breathing. In the dark, I'm saying you did it. Meerban, who was closer to Lavalle than they were, was also visible in his attitude that he was half-hearted.

Even from the decentralists, a big nobleman named Marquis Barbastol has asked him to explain the matter. But what the hell am I supposed to explain?

At the last meeting, it sounds like we raised the subject of how to deal with Turius. The centralist face interprets it as a precautionary line or something. Because I'm buying that young man, I'm not going to kill him. Even if that happens, it was someone who didn't do it, and he announced in advance that he stabbed the nail in the aftermath of the pursuit. Without that, the suspicious eye would have softened a little, for example Linus and others might have raised it to the jade instead.

Everything, back, back, back.

The lapse so far has not been the case in Lavalle's long life. Six years ago, since the assassination of King Prince Louis. No, it's even comparable to those fifty years ago defeats when it comes to things that threaten your position, and also to the heinous act of rocking the kingdom itself: the burning of the Wang Du.

Trying to rebuild will also require a number of measures and considerable time.

Credit must be restored to the centralists with explanations and so on, and a rigidly woven response to the court is essential. Decentralists who see the matter as an attack on their own must be cautiously forgiven in order to prevent outbursts. Restoration of the city, compensation for the nobility attacked also costs. The Knights of Kingsguard, whose departure is delayed and whose response remains questionable, must also pursue their responsibilities. At this point, the First Knights of Gone are going to considerably restrict their authority. Originally, it was just the mouth of the basin darkers, who didn't come around to do their housework. It was more of a prerequisite to expand the legitimate knighthood below the second than that. And most importantly, measures to foreign countries that will be ridden by this confusion......

While they're taking my hand at them, that man is going wild.

"Again, it's him..."

Lavalle speaks to himself heavily.

Turius Shrounan Ovenil. A young nobleman who is about to leave the capital in the name of falling on a ferocious blade, wound restlessness and physical safety.

Besides, who got the most out of this case?

Simply put, it would be a decentralist who would be relatively advantageous to have a crack in the centralist, and a force outside the country that would welcome the chaos in the kingdom. But you don't have to until you burn the king's capital. It is imperative that the outrage, such as burning down a country's capital, and the voices of condemnation be raised from home and abroad if exposed. It is also less important to connect with the mob that arose, or to assassinate Turius, who is only a single Viscount.

So, civilians? There is no such stupid story. The majority of them are civilians, whether they were burned out in the fire or killed by those thugs. The damage of the Ningro aristocracy is the slightest of a few houses. The aristocratic society did not shake small, and the activists would have rejected it and offered it a great name for civilian repression. He cried out for the good of the people, and harmed the people, and left them even for an extra-large souvenir. Those May flies in those voices were really stupid people. And they have no gain.

When that happens, only Turius will remain. He took the deep hand, but he's alive. And are you trying to escape from this king's capital out of the hands of Lavalle and Linus, who threaten your life?

Stabbed in the chest? You almost died? It's not what I found out. Somehow, right next to him, there is an amazing arm who is master of the sword and knows the human body.

[Uni the Silver Wolf]. Teng himself, who claimed to have slaughtered and killed the three shady working men of Lavalle and harmed Turius. Also, it is well researched that she was responsible for a single rod of slavery called Turius' human experiment. Scattered and killed people, not surprisingly, knowing how to wound them without killing them the other way around.

What's more, the mob's movements were odd. Until just a week ago, people who just raised their voices and made noise expanded their forces until the armed uprising. The expansion of forces and radicalisation are both too steep.

Lavalle knew a similar example. Yes, Turius' factional work.

Whatever you think, those notorious [slave killers] and unfamiliar aristocrats are passing through him one after another. The unnaturalness felt in it unites the changes in activists that took place in Brossenne with their impressions.

Now I think it was odd from that trial. Slightly Cartan's silence continues, with unlikely witnesses appearing in court one after another. In the first place, even though that Josephine is intended to appease the son of a slave - then young and beautiful, of a former enemy and a melon woman - I don't think he has the same temper to ride the mouthpiece. Sometimes it's a plot to plunge my husband, but it's a shame. Furthermore, even Annamarie, which should have been a trump card, could not improve the effect she thought by presenting the phase of madness.

Brainwashing.

Such a cold word passes through the back of your brain.

Abbreviated aristocracy, the Counts of Caltan, the witnesses of the trial, Annamarie, the raised activists and the people. Their actions were too unnatural. That's because unless you twist and twist your thoughts with magical powers, you're just doing things you're not going to.

And Viktor. His hidden man, to the best of his knowledge, was not as occasional as he would give to that Turius. Whether he disobeys Lavalle or not, he will remain female until the time comes, and he will disguise himself as an obedient belly in close contact with himself. There was no reason to indulge in the management of Marulan more than not being able to give one of the news to the King's Capital. He leaks it to people when he has the same mole on his back.

There is no evidence. Credibility is also thin. If you summon that up, the people around you will just wonder if that conspirator is finally old and in love, etc.

"I have proof..."

So first, we have to look for it. The court magician, the adventurer and other fielding magicians, and the business belly, but the Zanktogaren Academy of Magic... we need to wash everything we know and find out about the magic of brainwashing, especially by alchemy. In that way, measures can be put in place, evidence grasped, and, for the first time, Turius's sins can be sued and convicted.

It was a broken bone job. I'd really like to assassinate you... but you can't. Guards like Uni or Dooe would be sticking up perfectly now, and Tullius, an alchemist, must know more about poisons. Besides, since the assassination of Prince Wang, the measures taken against the poison of the nobility of this country have been thorough. Exercise of strength and poisoning is impossible first.

But if you do nothing and arch your hands, the kingdom will be eroded by that [man-eater snake]. The faction of Turius is, at this stage, far too small compared to the autonomous and hateful decentralists. But the rate of enlargement and the creeps brewed are out of step. You should finish as soon as possible before you get fatter any more.

At the earliest, that Alchemy Madness heretic child had become, for the Marquis Lavalle, a top priority and an enemy to be written off.

The carriage continues along the river. On the way, it's not like two carriages in another house. The body contained the family crest of the Ovenil family in a hurry.

…………

Lavalle struggled to restrain himself from staring at the carriage. He told me not to let the man on it take account of his own ideas and intentions to kill him.

The two nobles on the wrong car keep going in the opposite direction.

One crosses the bridge of the Amon River, through the city and outside the King's Capital.

The other continues straight through the aristocratic district to the funeral home.

"I'll make sure I grab your tail and show you, you snake...!

The Marquis' monologue disappeared distracted by the sound of the wheel, unheard by anyone.

"There you go"

"Oh, you went"

Rubel and Turius exchanged words as they dropped off the carriage of the Marquis de Lavalle family, which kept them away. The eyes that killed the emotions of that old nobleman, which I saw through the window with chillies. Reminds me of it. So Rubel feels the sweat getting cold.

"I'm sure I have doubts about your Excellency."

"Maybe. Pushing my feelings to death means I have an idea that I don't want you to read inside me..."

Thurius says as he pokes his cheek cane and leaves himself to the swing of the body. This means that Lavalle is almost exactly spotting the truth of the case.

"That old man's got a lot of imagination inside. You wouldn't normally come up with it. I can't believe you're brainwashing civilians and setting them on fire, or attempting a selfie assassination, just to get out of Wang Du."

Totally, Rubel whispers in his heart. When you are asked about the draft plan yourself, you are so insane that you inadvertently doubt the sanity of your ear and your opponent. No, I have no doubt that Turius would be crazy from the beginning... but that old man is probably also the owner of the crazy head, such as the one who broke it through.

The number of people in the car is three. It's Turius and Rubel, and Uni, the escort and caregiver. Unlike when he goes, Dooe is on board with the other ministers. At any rate, it was this carriage that was rapidly procured in Brossenne because the carriage that came in was destroyed by the riot. Compared to the previous one, it is narrow and painful with insufficient height and depth. Even though Turius, the injured man, was aboard, he could not be brought aboard, taking his place with a large figure and a two-handed sword of good fortune.

That's the apparent reason. The truth is that Dooe, who has no good thoughts about this plot, hated to be present with the masterminds.

Besides,

"By the way, my lord, how was this experiment?

I couldn't do it at all.

Turius replied without interrupting his hair.

"Experiments to save effort in faction-building… Using only hypnotic magic incense and demonic eyes, we start an organization made up only of people who have not undergone brain modification. If I did well, I could have easily acquired human resources without having to operate all the time. Well, I guess that doesn't mean the world's going to be so good."

"In the first place, some high-ranking nobles have antimagic amulets. Like this one, it would be enough to fan the popular revolt -"

and Uni supplements.

"- It's not a good means to use it again and again. Especially if there is a strong chance that the species is cracked on the enemy side."

"Yeah. I know. First of all, I don't know what clap will solve the brainwashing. I didn't know you were going to be cornered and panicked and talk about 'think with your own head'..."

The devil who burned down the king's capital and his one crack whispers to each other.

In short, it was all his work. A group that was protesting against the bad government of activists and nominees and nobles. They didn't suddenly turn into thugs. From the outset, the leader was brainwashed by Turius and sent to the king's capital, where orders had been set in advance so that he could start rambling at any time of his life.

Regardless, if we had steadily arranged for a force bee in Wang Du, we would have been threatened with being picked up by security organizations and others. So at first, we make our existence known as a radical claim but helpless protest, and if the time has to come, we quickly water up and bee up the personnel with dry demon eyes and incense. Its main body is dedicated to ambush, and shortages such as weapons should be covered by man-made sea tactics.

Still, there are elites who could individually destroy the U.N. crowd, such as the Knights and Adventurers. Those powerful enemies will have the Opus series coming from behind, positively activating the presence of the mobs. That's why I bothered to call from Marlan to Shirl and Femme as well as Dry, which is a need for brainwashing. Fortunately, things didn't happen to collide with the Kingsguard Knights, but it helped me enough to get rid of the aristocratic private soldiers. The cause of death becomes somewhat unnatural, but the flames unleashed by the mob burn down the body there and cover it up.

If we make an assassination scene to match the mob's uprising to the finish, we'll complete the King's Capital Escape Plan D. If the security of the capital were to deteriorate and the nobles were threatened by civilians and targeted for their lives themselves, there would be no stopping them from saying that they would return to their territory.

Brossenne was burned down just for that.

"Nevertheless... the damage has been done a long time"

Rubel said after looking out the window with Chirali.

The carriage separates the aristocratic and civilian neighborhoods and is in the process of crossing the bridge of the Amon River. The streets across the river are still smoked with skunks and remnants of the Great Fire. The smell of wood and meat burning from the window crevices is likely to penetrate the vehicle.

"Well, because you gave only the minimum order to make it rampant. And it was worse than I expected."

"The fire-extinguisher Kingsguard rubbed it with policy and delayed the first move, because it ended up being a nobility priority."

"If we did, more than six thousand people would probably be dead. I thought I'd fit in less than a thousand."

Yes, Tsurrying Turius, but even if he's right, it's a terrible number. Since the massacre aimed at elf capture in the meantime, I worry that my senses have been paralyzed. Most of all, he is a man who cannot be expected to have legitimate sensibilities even if he is not paralyzed.

"A lot more people participated in the smashing than I had heard...... crowd psychology, I guess that's him"

"Oh, is that you? If one of the ten people speaks up, they will mostly be silenced. But ten of the hundreds start to come out in tune with the noise."

"Yeah, yeah, that. Plus, when you get more heads, you get caught and you get more concerned. Sounds like you've been doing something more drastic than I thought, huh?

Those who ride around in the noise, those whose fanaticism overheats and runs into the wolves. Turius said it was troublesome for those people, but it wasn't a line that anyone with a hand in the back could have said.

"Especially the Baron Pontovan family, your wife's home, was damaged, which was out of the math. If you make a mistake, you're being held back again at the funeral."

"Thank you for your generosity. It was because of his concern that he was able to leave so quickly."

Absolutely. It's a joke because this was done to the extent of Simone's parents' house, but if we did poorly, maybe Rubel's house was being attacked by a mob. If that happened, the Turius would have just let themselves go to the funeral and just left.

I'm glad it wasn't such a hassle, Rubel thought. Though my family is safe, my thoughts are to this extent. I feel like I've become such a person for a brainwashed cause, and I think I've been a cold man from the beginning. Either way, Turius Ovenil has a good minister.

So I can go on and skip jokes like this.

"Doesn't that have a real acting effect on you two?

"Acting? What is it, that?"

"No, you don't have to blur. It was when I ran into that room. Isn't that great? Especially if it was the chief maid's sword curtain, you really shook up."

That's what I said, and I shook myself and showed it with a faint bare gesture.

At that time, when it came to Uni, who came in charge of Turius bleeding from his chest, it was already a tremendous face. For a moment, enough to make me forget it was a selfie.

but the person at the time of said,

"I'm sorry, Sir Rubert"

"To?"

"That night, what I did seemed to have lost its degrees. I apologize for your disrespect."

and so on and head down.

When Rubel is distracted,

"Uni didn't do any acting. I really yelled, I really cried."

Turius explains it that way with a face.

"Finally, I don't remember acting either. Because you do, don't you? It hurts and it hurts and I really thought I was going to die. No, you don't put a blade in your body without anesthesia."

"I think I could have stabbed him a little more, but it didn't hurt."

"No. Half a scratch. So it's like saying it's a selfie, right? I have trouble making hesitant scratches all over the place due to trial and error. I think it would have been nice to think about it. Just the right place in one shot, Zakuri, so."

"... If I can, I don't want to do it again. I thought my chest would crumble better."

I regret not listening, listening to the conversation of my master. Does that mean she was seriously turning her rage and hatred around while stabbing her own husband herself? What an irrational and difficult thought circuit. Now it's better to be told that you were fooling your surroundings in your act than rest your mind for the rest of your life. At least because fraudsters are still easier to serve than complete lunatics.

"Well, I agree that I will never again. I don't care how much I trust Uni's skill, I may die... but I'm supposed to be working hard to keep myself alive."

And this man, who places his faith in that lunatic and uses it heavily, is also insane again. I don't want to die, so I'll do everything I can to survive. It's easy to say, but that's why he burned down the king's capital and took the sword of a squire on his own chest.

"Nevertheless, we were lucky to have the Marquis Lavalle's Hand in the Mansion. My grandfather made me a suspect in the outfit."

"I was planning on returning to my territory on the pretext of an assassination attempt, but you managed to get some unexpected leeway."

"Without that one, suspicion would have turned to my brother, but that marquis would be more convenient if he were to suspect me. You can expect damage to the centralist belt. Heh heh, that's why my surveillance is behind it. [M] That's very painful."

By now, the centralists must be full of voices questioning the Marquis. If only for the assassination of Turius, the majority of the King's capital is still burning wilderness. Reconstruct the Wang Capital while scouting the people who doubt their involvement in them. How much time will that waste? And that time is on the side of this crazy alchemist. Faction manipulation and the next experiment that stays on the way...... if you do that, he will become more and more powerful.

"Damn, you're scary, my lord."

That's what Rubel said, and he laughed.

Horrible. This man is really horrible. But the brains, the power, and the inexperienced luck are real. He is the nose knob of an aristocratic society as the first Viscount, but he wields the kingdom's greatest nobility just to survive. The power was truly fascinating.

This country will change from now on. The capital burned down, and the royal and aristocratic voices who sat on it were hurt. The civilians will now have real outrage, and the nobles will begin their oppression with their real hips. At its end is ruin, no matter what you think.

How does Turius perform the expected doom and what regeneration will follow? As a rubber, I couldn't be more interested. And I'd like to get involved in that.

The construction of a new system, born after the collapse of the old order. For a man complacent of being a bureaucrat, he was a subject without forefingers.

Would it still be the effect of modification to think about this? The thought of chilling and blurring the back of his brain was also flushed by fear and the excitement of applying it, quickly disappearing.

Turius looks out the window, not responding to Rubel's words.

"I want to go home soon... it's almost harvest season"

Even though there was a city that burned itself out there, he would not hesitate to say so.

Nicola had also set up campus on the Tsuji of the market that day, painting.

But it's not what it used to be. The city is burned, the air mixes with a scorching odor and a deathly odor, and the sky is still looking down at people with a gray face that is going to cry out. There can't be any customers ordering sketches in Brossenne after the fire.

That's why he paints landscapes. I should have been good at landscape painting.

The look on Nicola's face holding the brush seemed to illusion with the dead if that arm hadn't moved. Faded complexion, fallen eyes. I didn't say face, I didn't say body, bandages are wrapped all over the place. His dominant hand, his right arm, was also hung, forcing him to work with his unfamiliar left hand.

Still, the work of painting the campus doesn't even stop at dimensions. Out of place, sticky, I apply my passion to the canvas.

Red. Red. Red. Black. Black. Black.

While painting landscapes in the gray city, only those two colors ride on the brush. Other colors are only used to mix paint. What shades of red to make, how dark black to make. I was just so rotten about it that I painted a polar-colored landscape.

"... why don't you put it around there, painting husband"

One man said that as he stood across campus.

The man who spoke up was an adventurer. On the day of the Great Fire, he was the one who helped Nicolas, who was attacked by a mob, and saved his life. He was a man who defied a guild to the effect that he was unaware of the strife of Shirai, and held the sword according to a piece of his righteous heart. As the damage spread, the Alliance also pursued the actions of men and their peers, but otherwise they would have been severely punished for violating the terms.

Nicola hasn't even spoken voluntarily. He said the benefactor of his life showed up, but he didn't even look up. I don't even pay attention to being blocked from doing so while painting the city's landscape. Because he's drawing, not today's landscape.

"The injury, you haven't healed yet. If you can't, I'll destroy your body."

There was no response to the voice that continued to be hung. He continues to paint heartlessly.

You didn't see how it went, and a fellow adventurer slapped the man on the shoulder and broke in.

"Leave me alone, Mr. Toad. This guy can't do this anymore."

He says it's already too late to continue painting the brush like a machine.

If I had continued my adventurer's work, it would have happened to be a sight to see. My daughter was sick and broken when she was imprisoned and rescued by goblins and oaks. A colleague who has dealt with monsters that are not worthy of his power and who has been broken in confidence. Like those people, the flesh is long-lasting, yet the mind is dead first. My buddy man had told me that he was imitating the example.

"... you're pathetic"

With the color of pity in his eyes, the adventurer said.

The only survivors were already this painting when I boarded a mob attacked liquor store on the night of Brosenne's fire. The entrance, which had been closed, had been destroyed, the shopkeeper and other guests had already been killed, and the daughter of the store had been turned into a gateway to desire. And Nicolas was deliberately brought to life to show it off as the bastard play of the raiders.

Those bastards who were already dealing with their out-of-the-box daughters with a nasty grin. The man was putting it in his eyes and immediately slashing it away.

Nicolas, helped out, didn't even say a word of thanks. I'm just saying, here's what I said.

- Why not?

Why didn't the Knights come to help?

Why are you trying to help now?

Why won't you let me die?

... How did this happen?

I don't know what meaning was being put on the word. Because he hasn't uttered a word since.

And he's out of a suburban shelter in the middle of treatment, and he's still writing here today.

"... don't take care of yourself."

When the adventurer man puts that down, he turns back on his heel like he gave up.

Nothing Nicolas is the only victim who has broken his heart while picking up his life. I can't stop feeling sorry for you, but yes, I couldn't stay away from you. Brosenne, who had been burned down in secrecy and many citizens had lost their homes, had seen security deteriorate everywhere. It's like a slum has spread all over the city, with robbers, chimps, and loose dark merchants roaming all over it. I didn't want to stay in one place for a long time.

"Anyone... Anyone know my daughter? Oh, sweet cutie, my Henrietta......"

Even now, I was mistaken for a strange displaced woman to see. She is a woman famous for rumours that at first glance she looks like she is looking for a child separated by a great fire, but when she listens often, she speaks of an inexplicable delusion of exaggeration. Has she also been mentally ill in this disaster? The adventurer man walked without looking back to avoid trouble.

"Damn, what happens... this city too"

"It's just reconstruction and policing, so there's only work to do. It doesn't stink like this everywhere."

"It's all the nobles who don't change, do you? Get some good air across the river, dammit."

He walks away with his buddies, whispering.

Nicolas never laid a sight on its back.

…………

Hurt, sick painting keeps painting is a nightmare that lasts from that night.

A bunch of demons bouncing flames into their hands. An innocent people who get their heads cracked and their bellies ripped open. A blue-faden maiden to be sacrificed to the altar of sacrifice. It's a human-made hell where people are dropped for no crime.

The brush spinning with the left hand is childish, awkward, and distorted. But that is why we cannot help but come to grips truly and stir up the aversion of those who see. If waving fear is what you call inspiration, and you don't question good or evil in your heart-moving work, this is definitely a masterpiece.

Nicola continued to paint today until the sun went down.

Later in life, Nicolas Bruneau will be known for his grotesque style, and he will make a masterpiece of a series of works featuring material from the Great Fire of Brossenne.

But he himself had fallen for crude liquor poisoning and had fallen in the ghetto shortly before he began to earn high praise. Collectors who loved the work said they were forced to struggle tremendously to find a piece that flowed in quality and scattered all over the place.

For the record, there is an exceptionally beautiful portrayal of a woman in that awkwardly ugly group of works. Although there are various theories about the model of the person that emerges with discomfort in the fouling, no conclusive prescriptions have been obtained.

In any case, his dream of becoming a leading painter and retaining his name was thus fulfilled.