Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

The Dordolan Borderline uncle was pouring a bewildered gaze on the guest in front of him.

The location is the office of his residence. The visitor is a helper knife to the demonic crusade sent by Marlan.

Recently, the Great Scarlet Shield, an adventurer party in the West, left the land and could never return because of a quest by the Adventurer Alliance to investigate the Marlan dungeon. No, the clergyman may give it back if he's even done with it, but he'll have a huge formula that's already out of use. In other words, the Dordolan Border Uncle is losing its maximum combat power against demons.

The force sent by Turius to make up for it is the man in front of him. No, would it be more accurate to say the troops she leads?

"Opus 05, Femme, and my name is Mass. Lord, we have been entrusted with monitoring reinforcements to the West by the disparities of Turius Ovenil, Mass. Dear Mr. Borderline, please keep an eye out for me later."

I say and bow my head respectfully is a woman wearing a strange battle outfit that swept platinum hair and heavily exposed her belly. No, according to what I heard, people who looked like women.

Created by his alchemy-savvy madman, Golem. It mimics a delicate, seemingly soft female body, but the fruit, he said, is a steel combat machine that never accepts arrowball knife spears.

I have been contacted in advance, but I didn't know that such a gay tale would be sent. It was completely out of Doldran's mind.

Nevertheless, he also sounds bold and brazen. Push and kill the inner confusion, and let the eagle fly.

"... um. A long journey, hard work first. So, you're just a military supervisor, right?

Dordran said so, trying to read the look on the other person's face standing in front of him...... stop.

Whatever, they're golems. I don't even know if I'm equipped with human emotions. There would be no other ridiculous thing like belly readings for such an opponent.

Femme then smiles with an iron masked expression.

"Yes, and answer, Mass. The main supporters are those who are standing by on the table."

And that's when.

Fucking footsteps echo from across the door. Someone must be approaching this room. I do not think it is humble or noisy to be in the house of the Borderline Uncle.

- Excuse me.

Like hating an outsider breaking in, Femme jumped to the ceiling with a slight appearance. Then stick it in a large lettering position looking down with your hands and feet stuck to the beam as they were. Once again, it was a sight to impress upon this woman that she was an outsider.

Hidden intentions, I guess. Femme's visit is completely secret and informal. They hate to be perceived by people in their homes.

Shortly afterwards, one of the ministers came into the room, ramblingly knocking on the door of the office.

"And excuse me, my lord!

"What, noisy. What could also be my minister..."

Please, don't look up.

I try to get this minister down quickly in hopes of that, but he eats bubbles and takes it away to Dordolan's desk.

"Not quite! Oh, on the table! On the surface!

How moving, the minister man frequently repeats on the table. Dordran said in a hard voice as he rubbed and unraveled his eyebrows with one hand.

"So I'm asking what it is. What happened to the table? Did you hit the dragon on the front of the building?

"Ah, yes, eh. Not really, but it's a big deal, and the..."

"Yeah, let me get this straight!

When I boiled my business down to the lack of merit of the procedure and had a drink, it seemed like I had finally gotten my back firmly stretched to regain my composure.

"Ha! I'm sorry, what I did seems to have changed... Well, there was a bunch of people who didn't know what to do on the table, and I thought it was very important, so I came to let you know."

"You think it's a bunch of people who don't know what to do?

Unexpectedly my gaze turns toward the ceiling. The golem, attached to the ceiling like a worm, crept.

Dordran wanted to look up to heaven as it was. In other words, the group that appeared on the table and the others appear to have handled Turius.

"That number is twenty. They are all armed. It seems like an adventurer or a mercenary, but what a different atmosphere."

"... ok. I don't suppose that's a sign of an attack on our hotel right now. Put people on surveillance first. Tell those in the house that they will refrain from being paranoid because they will go after them."

"Ha ha."

The minister left the room quickly after a courtesy. Probably to bring the Dordolan instructions back to the scene. Fortunately, the foreign body on the ceiling seems to have left it unnoticed.

Seeing as the footsteps were far enough away, Femme came down on the floor without a sound. With that unwieldy faceless look, he says, pressing his bitter mouth.

"Your Lord has sent you a great deal of substitutes."

"Not so much, and humble mass"

I'm not complimenting you.

On the contrary, I wanted to ask you to reconcile it with this one, which is a little more acceptable.

But Uncle Dordolan is already Turius' handkerchief. From that guy, it would mean no reluctance on the part of the person you don't have to worry about defying. Being left with some free will is both a business belly and a headache.

"Then the new 'product' S series, its twenty initial lots, we did transfer them, and confirmation mass. Thereafter, their command is His Excellency's thing. Fully crushed rhino. The eagle takes its data in action, Node."

"Though... what can I explain to the people of the house? Suddenly there's no room for 20 new humans."

"Rest assured, and make up the mass. All the S-series are slave death. I don't need any kind of salary, so it would be nice if you could just cover the cost of food. When it comes to other maintenance, we undertake it fully, Mass."

That's what you said with a firm face, Fem. That being said, it is a great place for as many as twenty, albeit slaves. Quite a struggle to find a seed of excuse for suddenly buying in bulk.

"A gladiator slave, let's just say it's a bit painful."

A slave to show off his fights as a spectacle in the arena. They are often made into dangerous entertainment with higher casualty rates than normal sword fights. Unlike a professional gladiator, I can't handle it, and even if I die, it's a good reason to change there.

It is rare for a nobleman to buy, but it is not without. If you are a fierce hobbyist, you rarely have a beloved gladiator on hand. And the Dordolan border uncle is also well known as a samurai. Buying a gladiator slave would not be a more unlikely story.

"Nevertheless, I've never heard of twenty people at a time. People may think you're crazy."

"Don't worry, I'm embarrassed, Mass. Sooner or later, if their battle is known, Shaw will also raise his voice in honor of His Excellency's wise eyes."

"Don't you seem very confident?... Well, good. If you want to use it, let me use it. It's not like we can turn against each other."

Tell me, Dordran leaves the room to examine the disturbing gift from Turius.

The colour of the struggle seeped into his back as he walked out of sigh.

Fem's confidence was never grand speech.

In front of the Dordolan border uncle, there is an astonishing sight. The Knights held in this house boasted one of the finest strengths in the kingdom of Arquelle, as demonic forces reigned over a land of great difficulty. One would be inferior to the sharpest Kingsguard on a boulder, but he can't possibly fall behind his raw counterpart.

One of the knights, who rang with his strength, was squatting on the ground holding down his painful body with his hands. And looking down at it is the whole bunch of slaves dubbed the S-Series.

"Simulated battle, over..."

"Gu, ha, stupid......!? You bastard! Duh, every slave...!

The knight who leaks the gasp of humiliation as he bites the sand is a man who was seen as one of the handlers among the ministers. That has no hands or feet on the slave opponent, and thus the feather of licking the earth.

No matter how powerful it is for a sword fight, it is a slave. This was the result of my breath that I could not fathom a flourishing knight.

The beginning of the matter was what the minister said to Borderline Uncle, who suddenly brought in as many as twenty gladiator slaves. As Dordolan feared, there continued to be voices from those in the house who doubted his distractions. Said, "Why are you getting your hands on slaves, etc., in the current situation of losing the Great Scarlet Shield," so much so that your taste in swordfighting slaves, etc., is too bloody, please still revisit your thoughts, etc.

To sink those voices, Uncle Borderline had no choice but to say this.

"If you say so, why don't you? For one thing, try to be present with these and kick them out with your arms running out."

and.

If the S-Series wins, the ministers will stand out and complain. Anyway, as they say, this neighborhood is home style. If he is strong, he will be surrounded as a slave. Conversely, if the minister wins, he will have an excuse to poke this troubled gift back at Turius.

Under such calculations, I was the one who randomly chose from the S-Series and I was the one who put up the name from the house.

... and the S-Series prevailed. Wearing armor, he wielded his sword, and his collar hidden, and the slave, who looked like an adventurer or a mercenary beside him, made the most fierce man in the Borderline House look like a baby.

"Would you be satisfied, My Lord Borderline?"

Saying in a voice scarce in discouragement was Lucy, the first slave deposited by Turius to Dordran - the M-22. She is a liaison between Uncle Borderline and that [cannibal snake], as well as a watchdog to Uncle Borderline. I was also present at this S-Series reception site to see the reaction of Borderline Uncle.

Borderline uncle sees a girl standing beside him looking uncomfortable. If you are asked if you are satisfied, you are not complaining in terms of performance. I'm just very dissatisfied with the way it's handed over. But if you put this result forward, it won't be there.

"Um-"

"Please wait!

One young man raised his voice, blocking the Count from attempting to show recognition. He is one of the sons of the Borderline uncle, more dressed internationally than any other ministerial group. The expression had a color that could not be set on the belly.

"What can you think of, Father!? Inviting these slaves, humiliating knights who are loyal to their homes at the end of the sentence, and more!

"Mm..."

"Please still summon these people and let them go. If you are a slave, you will miss your freedom, and your royal home has no seats to give to the inferior. Is that for both sides?

That's what my son says, but some facts are unknown to him. Although Dordolan has been given the right to command these slaves, he has no freedom to free them. Because the chain connected to the collar of the S-series, and hence the M-22, extends out of the hands of that crazy Viscount of Marlan.

Nevertheless, we cannot divulge it. Leaked, but last but not least, Turius, who received a tip-off from M-22, will make a move to brainwash this son.

So I just had to poke around here at all costs.

"Though... you don't have to say anything. This is what I did and what I decided to do."

"Father, go!

"Hear me out. It is the word of the frontier uncle of the kingdom who fears."

Dordran bit himself in the teeth, having no choice but to suppress the rebellion of his son in power. What incompetence, I wonder if this is like a borderline uncle under Western calm.

Knowing or not the heart of his father, irritated by powerlessness, the man lifts his armpit and deflects his spear. Beyond that was the M-22.

"You, you poisonous bitch! Did you fool your father again?

I grab my collar up yelling. I don't think your son's attitude toward women, but no one around him blames this. Because, no matter how unimpeded you are, Lucy, the M-22 is a slave. It is common sense in this world that those who are fitted with silver collars are not treated as human beings.

One day he appeared abruptly again, serving beside the borderline uncle without day or night, a young woman as far away from home as her parents and children, and so on, is only the source of dark speculation behind him.

(Sadly, it can't even be said to be virtually rootless...)

Doldran looks down unexpectedly. Though a straightforward category in the aristocracy, he is a man of age, long before his wife. Even as a by-product of Turius' brainwashing, he regains his health, which had been compromised by intense work. There, though the true Lord is elsewhere, what happens when a woman appears who listens to anything and devotes herself to it?

He had his hands on the M-22 in about two months. There was no resistance. The same thing is repeated over and over again on nights that can't quell the fierce afterwards.

When I think of that fact, I feel down and my mouth gets heavy.

"Please stop, young!

In a voice raised by one of the ministers, Dordran returns to me. It was one of those who accompanied him when he went to Marlan that stopped his son from seeing him. In other words, he is as brainwashed as the Lord.

"Yeah, let go! This guy is a fornicator who eats our house when he's a slave!? What can I do for you?

"What the young man says is best. But it's not yours!

As the minister put it, killing the slaves of others is synonymous with damaging that property. The M-22 is now Fuku himself to the Dordolan border uncle, and the true owner is also Turius. It is the bottom line of an identity society, and it is only its master who can kill arbitrarily, no matter who dies or who dies.

When the man glanced at the one who stopped himself hatefully, he rammed up the female slave. And he turns decisively against his father.

"... Father, I have trouble being repeated over and over. Please behave with caution, the winner of the royal aristocracy Dordolan Frontier House. Let us hear the disturbances of his Count Caltan family, shall we?

It was the story of a nobleman who caused a slave entanglement noise last year and whose lord was forced to retire in a trial after that.

"Oh...... of course"

Dordolan grins with a melancholy look. It is somehow a rare case of the Marquis de Lavalle committing a recession, and one in which the man and his slaves were greatly involved. Naturally, I couldn't be indifferent to him, so I'm doing some research. In view of the flow of the story and the facts that happened to us, I presumed that Daita was the result of that man's use of brainwashing to manipulate the trial arbitrarily (as he wished).

A man who doesn't know how to get behind a boulder like that pulls that story purely to stab a nail in his father.

"The two of his houses are things he doesn't want to tread on."

Words that have caused profound fear are pregnant with the meaning of a warning to their real father.

If the abuse becomes overwhelming, do not resign to pushing in and taking part in the main alternation. That's the thing.

"... let's be mindful"

Or is it better for the people of this house, and for the people of this land? Dordran, who thought so but did not even have the freedom to agree to it, replied violently.

"Back off for today. Lucy and these gladiator slaves will not give way."

"... excuse me"

Not even trying to hide his disgruntled appearance, his son takes many of the ministerial corps back to the mansion. A lot of the family seemed to agree with the kids. A legitimate aristocrat would make sense.

One sigh in the sight of the sight of himself becoming isolated helps the M-22 remain defeated on the ground.

"I'm sorry. I thought of it as home too. Forgive me."

"No, my lord. I understand that I am the cause of the disturbance. My apologies."

That's what M-22 said, framed himself on the ground. Doldran frowns. He doesn't have the hobby of letting someone with overlapping skin lick the ground from time to time.

"Good. Stand up"

"I know."

Say, she looked up. Not to say face, not to say hair, dirty with dirt, but no sick wind. Turius explained that there was no emotion, but I also suspect that it would be flat.

Ask one thing you care about while gently removing dirt with your handkerchief.

"Are you telling Marlan how you behave?

"Yes, trends in your home are also being reported"

The answer was the nearest worst. The Dordolan Border House is a great nobleman and powerful man who is also a veteran of the Marquis. It is the largest of the factions of Turius. It's such a pivotal house. As a faction head, you'll want to keep it quiet. I would never allow a now-brainer who has brainwashed a corner to replace his son.

In other words, the demon hand of brainwashing will reach out to his son soon, or he will be solemnly cleared.

- Don't worry, Mass.

Abruptly, voice from behind. Dordran knew the Lord of voices who lacked discouragement by circling M-22.

Opus 05, Fem. I should have kept you waiting in the office, for use from that demon. When did he get out of the mansion and show up behind his back?

"As it stands, I intend to process your son to your husband, Asumasen. I'm busy with research and centralist measures, Kara. It is more efficient to entrust your strength to us than that, Death."

"Do you have the tools to do that?

Saying, watch the S-series remain silently aligned. At first glance, a group that looked like a brilliantly armed warrior was pointing his vain eyes at a tentative conductor.

"Using these guys to fight martial arts, so you can keep the whole house down."

"It's on the left, and affirmative mass. That way, the bad reviews turn to the favor that their introduction was an English break, Shaw."

"Complete."

He's just a warrior who kicks a first-tier knight. Compare your strength to the avant-garde of B-rank Adventurers. That is the general behavior of twenty bodies. Enough to make up for the loss of the 'Scarlet Shield', and it's not some kind of hard-to-control adventurer, it's the power of direct jurisdiction.

If this is not the only soldier to lead the cause, then that is the name of the Dordolan Borderline Uncle cry.

"However, there are precautions and masses. They are all warriors, and they are not good at demonic warfare, Death. To some extent, the sword, which is a courtesy, will make up for it, but I hear it's close to rest, Mass. Separately if you need magic, remember you need to be accompanied by a magician, Lower Rhino."

"In awe, then I can help you. We have a few magical lessons."

"I'm going to do that even if you don't tell me. I'm going straight to school. I guess you're coming with me, too, huh?

When I told M-22, who had been selling in with his head hanging, I immediately received an affirmative reply.

"Yes, as long as Your Excellency stays on track with your husband, I will dedicate everything to you"

"... Lucy, save me the first half for lying there. A creature called a man is more than happy to do so."

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Because I know it's important for some of you not to lie."

"Right.... you're a really good girl."

Dordolan sighs deeply again as he meditates.

These days we have been forced to befriend our sighs and our niceties. I wondered how long this would last, and soon realized that it would never end for the time being, and I was just depressed.

"- S series data collection continues unimpeded," reports Mass. Since it is a 'product' with low independence of the M and B series direct lines, we see some problems with operational flexibility, but make up for it adequately with the power of the commander, Shaw.

"Hmm. Well, you're right. Results are well in line with expectations. Isn't that bad?

In Marlan's underground lab, the usual personal atelier, I received a report from Fem via correspondence. One of the features on her, a virtual space hangar. It's a convenient ability to have a large number of weapons built into a subspace that's always overlapping her coordinates, but this time I've kept an example of a large communications courtesy in there. Thanks to this, conversation is possible between Marlan, the southeast of the country, and the Dordolan of the West. Well, I'm letting the M-22 have it, too, but that's apart. Essentially, Fem is letting him do his assignment from behind alone. Stand up, I'm hooked on Borderline Uncle. I'm not good at sharing the means of communication with the M-22.

"As it stands, there is no loss of tested individuals," said Mass, continuing to report. It can be profound, but even the procedure in time is deadly and Asumasen. Most of all, as it stands, we haven't come across an extra A-rank equivalent crusade in their hands, Nga. '

"Well, then I'm worried about Mr. Borderline... if that happens, you know what I mean?

'Of course, sir, and answer, Mass. Sne because the eagle participates as a support force and destroys the enemy while protecting the border uncle?... and for those of you who have not been brainwashed by your husband -'

"- Let them feed on demons. Yeah, if you know what I mean."

If Fem joins the war, the witness's mouth will be thoroughly sealed. That's a certainty from the beginning. Now is not the stage where I can put her on the table. The western frontier, the Dordolan frontier, is the land of pawns, which is why we sent them out.

He is engaged with a monster who is no match for a concurrent human being, a Crusade Class A Rank. No unfortunate accident would be more unnatural.

"We are also strengthening the authority of Borderline Uncle due to his results in the operational exams in action," said Announcement Mass. The people in the house, once again, seem to be scowling at the borderline uncle, Death. Might overlap with M-22's report, Nga.

"Oh, I hear that from her, too."

Disgusted with the sudden letting out of slavery of anything, you think even a change of lord was plotted? It's a hassle. but the boulder didn't seem to be the only one. They also attach support from the people by re-mastering the ministerial corps as a shield and showing ambition to go out on their own. Well, as it turns out, it's a problem that I ended up sending slaves.

"But that neighborhood uncle is also sweet, isn't he? I'm not going to abandon my son, I'm going to let him go. Though an irreplaceable grain, hey?

"I don't seem to be on board with brainwashing as well as supplementing mass,"

"I don't think you can defy me if I order you to, but you're a pain in the ass. He's good, but for that matter, he's strong enough to burn my hands."

That's what I said as I put my arms together.

Brainwashing is carried out in a manner used for Uni and Dooe to prevent any obvious personality transformation from taking place in the nobles who have been forced to incorporate into the faction, beginning with the Dordolan Border Uncle. Seyce's final adjustment is this way. Its advantage is that it is subjugated while minimizing its spiritual impact, but naturally, shortcomings also exist. Enthusiasm, or motivation, when obeying orders, depends entirely on pre-modification personality.

Good for uni or seis. The former educates and directs me to favor him, and the latter rubs his personality directly into his brain from the culture stage. Dooey has a bit of a problem. I frequently object, and I come to a directive that I do not like clearly. Well, I dare to leave it in consideration of the balance of organizational thinking.

So, Uncle Borderline is in line with the latter paradigm. It's not a very favorable situation. The right to order is in effect, so if you have to, you can push it, but interference with the flesh parents will be a great stress. There is also a precedent called M-03. Was it then that her living brother dropped himself on the bandit and put him in his hand for aiming at my life? There is a difference in the surgical method from mass produced slavery, and I don't know if it will be the same because it would be the difference between cloud mud in brainwashing and killing, but I have trouble knowing that. If I knew what was going to happen in advance, I could put in place measures, but in this case, I don't know one thing.

So I decided to shelf it for once.

"Well, good. All you have to do is hold the faction and its constituents until I'm politically safe. If the border uncle can retain influence until the centralist problem is cleared up, there will be no problem. Become a wild mountain after that. It doesn't matter if he stays active or retires, but if he succeeds, he will eventually give way to the M-22."

The last part is a complete joke. No matter how many, there is no way the slave child will inherit the aristocracy.

... Speaking of which, I was surprised that guy would get his hands on the M-22. When I heard a report from her in the winter that she was "at the mercy of a borderline uncle," it was quite a surprise. I was under the impression that the quality was rigid and solid. Should I say I do it when I can or when I can...

Nevertheless, the aristocrats of this world are also the ones who put themselves up to the ranks of much less privileged women. This Dordolan peripheral berry is only the Kartan berry that was put into the civilian concubine. For a long time, the adults preferred the upper horny, and the upper class preferred the lower horny. Yeah, with that said, Uncle Kartan is practically close to becoming, so it might not be the same example.

Femme's voice pulls back the thought off the side road.

"The eagle will obey your husband's wishes," he said, sworn mass. I don't mind the policy of not interfering until the problem actually occurs, so Sne?

"Oh, that's good.... unfamiliar work, good luck"

'No, I'm happy to work for your husband,' said Mass. Then close the report, Mass. Over '

"Yeah, bye. Over."

We greet each other, we exchange ultimatums, we cut off communications.

I gently squeaked my shoulders before leaving myself in the back of my chair.

"I think the S-series, for one thing, is a place of success. For this minute, we're going to make it to the scheduled process."

A new 'product' - that is, a mass-produced modified slave, the S series.

The details are, simply put, slaves who have been enhanced and modified with a focus solely on their physical abilities. Against the M-Series and B-Series, which are UNI's mass-produced types, this can also be referred to as Doue's mass-produced type. The cost of procurement is excellent because it is easy to treat as much as it truncates enhancements in the field of magic guidance, and regardless of the qualities of the slave side, such as magic qualities. In addition, it should be referred to as a specialty type strength, and performance in the area of expertise greatly outweighs the generic type. When the M Series and B Series converted to Adventurers, it was about C ~ B, but this one can only be avant-garde, but it's more stable than B.

You might wonder why you never made such a thing before. But there's no choice. Anyway, until now, there was no use in making it.

Omitting the treatment to the Demonic Conductive Relationship, it can only be used in combat without serving as an alchemy researcher or assistant. Then the average combat ability is lower than that of Mithril Golem, the same mass-produced handkerchief. There's nothing I can do about this.

but things are different now. Viktor and I were put in Rubel's truck, and I took over the surrounding nobility and became the head of the faction. To take care of them, just sending the Opus series out of the shadows, as before, would quickly come in the way. What do you mean, you have too much coverage?

Therefore, it became necessary to have the ability to make a stand and move, and the ability to assemble an accumulated number of troops. It is the S-Series that is responsible for it.

And as far as reporting is concerned, its performance is ample.

"Not bad. It's not bad, but Seyce doesn't seem to like it. It's not funny because it's too wrapped up without difficulty and there's not much to mock,"

It was a possible story. Either way, Seyce is motivated to do research. The S-Series, built around dried up technology among us, will not be much of an object of interest to her. So far, I'm stretching my chest that it's a confidence piece, but if it's just too much S-series production, I might get tired of it inside.

So, I think it's time for that kid to do his next internship, and I don't know if he had one extra body because he had no use for it, etc.

"... excuse me, my husband"

Along with the sound of knocking on the door, I heard a uni.

"Go ahead, it's open."

"Sorry to keep you busy. Sir Rubert is here, so I've sent you here. Would you like some time?

Oh, rare. He or Viktor is basically in charge of home affairs, which is an ostensible job. I don't suppose I have any business in the basement doing alchemy research.

"Oh, I don't mind. I'm just running out of time."

"I'm in awe. Bye."

Upon giving the acknowledgement reply, Rubel was brought into the room by Uni. Besides holding a bunch of paperwork aside. Oh, come on, you didn't bring your lord's work this far, did you?

"Hi, my lord. Still in a good mood today."

"Rubel seems fine and above all. So, what can I do for you today? I haven't set foot here since my tour of the mine."

"Please don't let that get you in the way. I didn't come here to bring my official business this far. I have a few reports today about your backwards job."

That's what he said. Gently slap a bunch of paperwork he could carry. I'm in a good mood for a leap.

I see the purpose of Rubel's visit. [M] Oh, Cheng Cheng. Wouldn't it be surprising if you were involved?

"... Oh, I'm letting the people who built it into my faction, you're an inside detective in Wang Du. Has that report come up?

The cumbersome task of organizing factions. The starting point was to consult with Viktor and Rubert about whether they had the means to carry out intelligence and operations for the Wang capital. The intelligence division, which was finally made recently, should certainly have been left to this man.

"You know. No, I'm struggling inside. Several aristocrats gather their own information. Some of them are overlapping, and sometimes they're not going to help. Finding useful information from it is also a bone."

That being said, his expression was shimmering like a child who bought a new toy. As always, you like to listen to public rumors. I hope I don't run into hobbies and neglect my main business, Home Affairs. Well, I like the money account as much as it does, so maybe I shouldn't worry about it.

"So? Is it a somewhat important report that you came all the way here without waiting for me to go back to the hall?

Encouraging as he shrugged, Rubel deepened his nymphomania and grin.

"Yes. One bad story and one slightly good story. I have one very good story to tell. Which one do you hear from?

"I don't think I care about the order. That doesn't change the story.... Where does Uni want to hear from?

Just a whim, I try to talk to her sitting quietly right through Rubel.

Uni answered with her eyes down and without getting her hair in between.

"Why don't you tell me from a bad story?"

"Hmm, what's that heart?

"I'm foolish to think that it would be better to turn the good story around later."

So is that. If I hear a good story first and turn a bad story later, it takes the form of being lifted and then dropped. Even though the information itself does not change, the mental state is in the form of deterioration. It would be ridiculous to think that.

"Then I hear it in turn from bad stories"

"I'm in awe. Okay, I'll report you.... Your Excellency's brother, Count Linus, will return to the mainland this time."

Rubel's report was enough to make me sink. [M] Not a worse story than I was prepared for, but it was a set-up that seemed to resonate plainly with what I was going to do.

"Is that a bad story?

Uni asks the question in wonder. Well, the political side is out of her specialty, so there's no choice but not to come with a pin. I open my mouth to distract myself. [M]

"Oh, I'm sorry. Anyway, my brother is officially a superior who appointed me Viscount. That's what I'm talking about coming to Voldan. Including this Marlan, in Voldan."

"I mean, not as a kingdom nobleman, like when I was in King's Capital, but as a lord who runs his own territory."

Rubel took over the explanation.

"That doesn't mean you're free to discretion Marlan just to raise the report after the fact, as you've done before. If you fly a horse, the Count will send you away in a few days. I'm sure you'll interfere with what you do by wielding power. Put yourself through it if you want to publish a new policy, and let your previous management audit you in detail, and don't face to face with anyone else in the house without permission, all right? It's not a fatal thing, but it's going to be a lot harder to do in the future.... That's depressing."

He also leaks a deep sigh to tie the story. Rubert is also responsible for the field of home affairs, especially industrial matters. It was no other HR story for this man either.

In short, you will come all the way from the capital of the Flower King to snore at me. Not at all, I don't like it.

"The journey. We've got a point."

"Quick and hard to understand. Not at all, nothing more now. You've been caged in the scattered capital of the king, and you've left the territory to your deputy."

So you're bending over and you're doing great as a lord. You're making me obnoxious, so I have a single stomachache. I have that thought, and an unintentionally poisonous word comes out of my mouth.

"Daimyo, I guess it's because the facial connection inside the centralists is over. I don't think any of them had any credibility, as the new arrivals and the original position were local nobles. I was wondering if that was the end of a situation where I finally got some faith and just left the King's Capital to go to the territory."

"You mean Count Linus Ovenil is now also seen as a fine centralist? I feel sorry for my brother. Then even if Lavalle's grandfather dies, he won't be able to lose his leg sooner."

I squirm. [M]

Being trusted means being held accountable. If you throw it out, you will be resented by those who once believed, and you will distrust those who do not. Nor would he be the type of person who could give up the responsibilities that he had shouldered, thinking about that guy's personality.

"I'll ask. That doesn't mean he came to me defenseless, does it?

Entering Voldan also means approaching Marlan. It's also the scene where we've brainwashed so many nobles before, right here. He hangs his head in my hand when he enters the mansion of the throne and the realm. I would be prepared not to be such a development. My brother has a verse where he realizes that my M.O. is brainwashing.

Rubel also moaned with regret.

"Yeah. They say the Kingsguard Knights will accompany them in the name of border patrols. It's also the sharpest and the second best."

"... a lot. Well, that's exciting."

I accidentally flaunt my shoulders. The kingdom's strongest Kingsguard, the bravest Second Knights, can't just move for the Count. Otomo, someone in the courtroom would have a good face, too.

"Anything, there's a disturbing movement in Zanktogaren, but it's suspicious. That country should be burning its hands at the demon invasion right now. You won't have time to leave for our country."

"Are you sure a bunch of junior monsters have overflowed out of the woods? How did that happen again?"

"... perhaps the effect of bringing too many more powerful monsters to the tree sea than the forests of his country"

And, uni's point.

Oh, well. Demons brought powerful individuals from the Black Forest to kill each other. That would also cause the ecosystem to go crazy and inferior monsters to occur.

"Well, that's none of our business. Even if the cause is, as long as it doesn't affect it."

"They say the casualties are out in 10,000 units... no, that's what you did last year when you burned down the King's Capital. Back to that, that's why the Kingsguard Second Knights will also be stationed in the state capital, Voldan. Essentially, it would be my brother's protection."

It's a troublesome thing to do. I don't expect my "works" to take delays if we deal directly with each other, but they are Kingsguard, guard professionals at any rate. When it comes to solidifying around, it can be difficult to sneak into your brother and brainwash him unknowingly.

"I understand the bad news. So, what's a good story?"

"This one's really a little bit. As things stand, Marquis Lavalle has been busily killed for his involvement in the reconstruction of the Wang capital. I've had many and many meetings with merchants involved in logistics, and I'm not sure I can afford to put my hands on you."

You don't give a lot of importance to Rubel, either, and that's all you say and don't try to keep going.

But I really care. Can that conspirator keep himself company at this time of year? You're about as likely to see that burning the Wang Capital is a buy of my time. Not to mention putting a Kingsguard on my brother. What a handful of things he does.

"... are you sure? I wonder if that's a first-rate glare, too."

"That's right. It doesn't look like that old body. I've decided I'm thinking of a better plan."

It is Uni who agrees with me and solicits me. She's been sipping a lot of boiled water for that mess too. The expression doesn't change, but it would be resentment bone marrow in the heart.

He flaunted his shoulders in response to a two-person objection.

"Isn't that rubbing your temper too much on a boulder? Your Excellency will care that you have been moved as far as the Kingsguard, but on the contrary, I can also say that I want the Count to interfere with this one until then. You want to seal the movement of our faction until the reconstruction of Wang Du is over."

"It would be natural to want to seal our movements. It's the stones in the stones that don't give the opponent the lead. The question is, what do you want to do with it? How unnatural is that to rebuild the King's capital?"

"... how about rearranging attitudes? If the Marquis also suffers from reputational defects in the fire of example..."

"Sir Rubert, I thought that might be a little painful"

"Yes, yes. I'm totally hostile to us. If you have taken damage, it is then that you attack the opposite. There's no way I'm just going to let my brother harass me. I've decided to do something more outrageous."

Damn, what are you distracting me from? That insidious grandfather is one eye-catching wedding. It's a sexual evil that turns him into a very conspiracy stage. I can't imagine that being kind enough to sweat and dance to our claps.

Once again, I am tough on Ruber. [M]

"The investigation into the matter is redone. We're not only going to look around the Marquis, we're going to look into the merchant with the meeting. Like?"

"Yes. I remember the liver."

He accepted with his numb spine stretched out.

Oh, boy, hold on tight. I guess Rubel is also on track lately because something is turning around well to promote the town. I watched my ideas come true. I can also understand polishing my pride and confidence in talent. But you can't turn to overconfidence and see enemies sweetly. If the other person is Lavalle Marquis, it's more than that. He is the kind of monster grandfather who has lived as a conspirator for more than the age of me and Rubel. It doesn't matter how many lives you have if you look at it.

"Oh, boy. Well, you can't expect a better story."

"Hih, I'll say terrible things...... but now it's okay. It must surprise you, isn't it?

Tighten your chest with confidence by turning it around. but I can't trust you enough. I don't think the intelligence network we just launched is going to be able to pick up so much information so easily. Even the return of my brother, which I just heard about, was only known because the Marquis' trend was not something to hide. Well, it's better than caged in the country and knowing nothing.

"What, did the king in the absence of his successor find you in hiding? Or did even the killer of the King Prince's assassination seven years ago name himself? No. Did you find it in an ancient document with the secret of immortality?

"You don't believe in it at all, my lord. Well, that would be good. You're the one who regrets losing your temper."

Reubert with a delightfully niggered face. Seeing that, Uni says it looks a little stinky.

"That the Lord is so pleased, because he was also gripped by the weakness of the aristocracy in his absence?

"Correct, chief maid. You understand very well, don't you?

Well figured it out, nothing, anything he might be happy with is about when he hears bad rumors about whether money is involved or someone else's. He is truly a bad taster. The evil hobby, the belly-black interior official, proudly began to open up his pride of information.

"Talking is nothing else. It's about you, brother."

"My brother's?

I feel increasingly suspicious. [M] That man is twice as obsessed with being a legitimate nobleman. Would such an elbowed honor student show people Rubert's delightful weakness?

"No, I was surprised, too. I was wondering if his Count's weakness was as good as your brother's."

"I have a lot to say. So, what is that brother's weakness? Were you hiding on my sister-in-law and surrounded by mistresses?

Saying that in half the joke, Rubel chuckled.

"It's a big win! You got a good idea, don't you?

"Well, in Wang Du, my sister-in-law told me all about that guy's stupidity. Couples aren't getting along so well by then. No wonder one or two mistresses were made."

After less than a week of newlywedding, it seems like you have seen it. I also get letters from Simone sometimes, but I still often have a line of dissatisfaction with my husband. I wonder how incompatible they are, those two.

"With all that being a mistress noise after less than a year of marriage, it's going to be a lot of fun. Marquis Lavalle, who was my companion, will have a headache."

He is more than Rubel's plotter in exploring people's weaknesses. Naturally, I would be suppressing this as well.

That's what I thought.

"No, I'm sure the Marquis Lavalle doesn't know anything about this."

Rubel to say, etc. Oh, come on, I just told you, are you overconfident again?

But I shake my head with plenty of room that it's not just this time.

"All this is something we need to deal with as soon as we know. If you arch your hand, you get a big burn with the Marquis. Brother, you've done so much."

"I'm sorry, but I can't see the story. May I draw your conclusions, Sir Rubert?"

"Don't rush, Uni. I mean, Rubel told me that his brother gave a hand to a woman who would be the source of a hell of a commotion. It's like it's not just an affair."

To the extent that just one or two of the mistresses came out, Rubel wouldn't cut out that it was a very good story, etc. Sure, my brother's reputation hurts a lot, and the Marquis Lavalle is painful, but that's all. I don't have any returns, but there are more risks and costs than that.

Nevertheless, the fact that I cut it out without wearing it to your layers means that I held the spark that made this story bigger. Even before the Marquis of Lavalle, there is no doubt that it will be dealt with.

"Did you get your hands on the lady in the other house? Or did you put people's women to bed?... No, you're not. Then the Marquis will definitely find out. It's not a big scandal for a low-status opponent. Hmmm......"

Even Rubel looks forward to seeing me think lightly. Bad guts, man.

And so Uni raised his hand small.

"So is it a case where the other person's low identity is the other way around the source of the scandal? For example... you put your hand on a slave."

"No, no, no way"

I smiled unexpectedly. [M] There is no such thing as boulder. Only this time it would be too much of a Uni thought. If you can't believe you're putting your new wife in slavery instead, it's a big scandal. It is also an outrageous lapse when it is left to the Marquis's discretion.

It is common for nobility to surround female slaves for sexual purposes, but only if there is no room for slave children in the lineage diagram for it to be overlooked. In a situation where there are no other traces, it would be hard if slaves were mistakenly allowed to have children. A despicable blood that has not even been treated as a human being is misled into the house of a nobleman who values his lineage. Then brand values such as doorman foil and fame plummet.

So surrounding a slave with a concubine requires a situation in which cognition, in case a child is able to do so, is avoided, at least, being inherited. It's the first time I've been able to do this in a situation where I already have a proper child, like the Dordolan Border Uncle.

It is also due to this that when I first met Mr Simone last year, I received a sermon on the treatment of Uni. If the bride's brother-in-law was acting like she could be the seed of such a scandal, then the bride would not be able to remain calm. Well, that was a misunderstanding.

So it's impossible that my wife would make a slave mistress in the current situation where she's not even pregnant. Being aristocratic, because that is also something that should never be done for a brother who targets an honorable and honorable aristocrat.

However,

"Exactly, you're right, Chief Maid. No, you're still smart."

"... Huh?

Rubel said something incredible.

Fits? Uni's answer? My brother put his hand on a slave?

Such an idiot. My brother is being cautious about the treatment of slaves, complaining that I kill too many slaves in human experiments. [M] I've even heard that these days I'm solemn about disrespecting a slave who has served a bad end.

... You're lying, right?

"At the tavern in Wangdu, our handlers made contact with the servant of the main house. It's the information we got from that."

"The journey. If you are surrounded in the house, it will certainly be difficult to reach the eyes of your old body. Nice to hear you out, huh?

"Look at the gap in anything. A little on the glass, huh? When the magic fragrance of brainwashing was removed, I used a confessor."

Leaving me bewildered, Uni and Rubel discuss the back of the information.

Seriously? That slave hater brother with the slave woman, by extension?

... What the hell is going on?