Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

A luxurious carriage was down the street.

Coloring the body of White Asia is the decoration of gold and silver, and honking and towing it are four successful white horses of excellent stature. And around it, a group of horseback riders solidified themselves with a glorious armor. Slightly later, a few inferior carriages have been chased away compared to the beginning.

Farmers working in wheat fields along the streets had a rare view of the sick carriage. It is as if it were a painting of a great nobleman. For civilians who are scarce in entertainment and hungry for stimulation, the topic of outfits would be topical.

Although it is unclear whether the conversation that will be exchanged later will honor the splendour of the carriage and the accompanying knights, or curse the aristocracy to the fullest of luxury with the riches obtained by squeezing their own blood.

The remarkable farmers all stop the work and drop off the end of the carriage. None of them civilians, such as the aristocratic carriage, should be given the opportunity to learn, but look the same.

If only a few people knew the ceremony of the kingdom of Arquelle, they would have discovered from the use of white horses that it belonged to a greater nobility than the Earl's. Only those of considerable height are allowed to use unclean white on horses, symbols of authority.

It can't be the Duke's house again. Drawing the blood of the royal family or the prime minister, the public in the position of marshal, uses a rare spiritual beast, a unicorn. Unicorns that are pure protectors because they are only shown to maidens can only be given to the near edge of the king, the pinnacle of riches. It should be noted that the distinction between royal and duke houses is indicated by whether there is a ribbon wrapped around the horse's neck. Naturally, it is more royal to be elaborate on decorations.

In other words, the lord of this carriage is squeezed into the Count or Marquis. When it comes to deciding one way or the other from here, we have to discern it by the crest engraved on the body of the vehicle. This is surprisingly difficult. All nobles have their own crest, which is made of family crest. Beginning with the brother and son of the LORD, all relatives are. If that's a huge amount of the total number of crests. It is the task of breaking bones to spot the fine differences and identify the bearer of the crest as one.

Now let's take a crushing look at the crest featured by the magnificent carriage that will take the lead.

First, the whole crest is a square shield. This is a common design in Arquelle. An aristocratic crest, in approximate cases, depicts the shape of a shield. In order to prevent a battlefield martial arts battle, there are theories that it was carved into a shield and used to identify it, or that no, no, defensive magic engraving is derived from it, but it is the same that the protective equipment originated. It should be noted that in Zanktogaren, the shape of the shield varies from country to country, such as missing part of the shield of the crest to boast the courage of battle, and in the case of Marlbearers, the spindle type facing down. If you look at the crest, you can tell which country the nobles are from.

Now, all I know is that you're an Arquel nobleman as it is. Let's see what happens next.

How many colors are shielded and what color is it? The nobility of the kingdom of Arquel, who is loud in art, is also obsessed with the colour of the crest. Specifically, the royal and duke family crest has three shields and one color is blue. The Marquis is also tri-colored, but it is forbidden to use the blue, a symbol of royalty at the extremes of Blue Blood. The Count family is two colors. Below that is one color.

This crest is two colors red and black. That divides the shield's shield into four parts from the center. Now you can see that it is the Count's house.

And a symbol engraved on the shield. Probably the house can tell which family line it is if you look here. Even when it comes to the aristocratic lineage in a bite, it is the lesson of this country that there are currents and common currents derived from them, all of which consistently use the same symbol. This is combined with a number of colors to identify the house.

The engraved symbol is a snake - Uroboros - that performs and draws a tail into the wheel.

Animals called snakes are somewhat unpopular as symbols. There are many reasons why people don't like me: I don't have hands and feet, it's cold-blooded, flickering and tongue looks humble, some kinds of bite people with poison, it's savage and cruel to swallow their prey whole, etc. On the other hand, there is also a favorable interpretation of the rebirth of peeling as a reminder of the longevity of the body and the continuation of things, respectively. It is also a symbol of wisdom in myths and stories. It stands in the position that although it is unpopular, it is neither chosen nor chosen as a symbol of the clan.

Now the Lord of the Seal could be identified. It is a clan that has chosen the serpent of the circle as a symbol of permanence and completeness, the person of the Count family. A plain court that is allowed only by the Lord and does not bear annoying identification marks. It is nothing more than the crest of the present lord of the Count of Ovenil.

The carriage was filled with uncomfortable silence. The people on the car don't enjoy the pastoral out-of-window landscape, they don't get intrigued by boredom distracting conversations, they even push silently. Tension that if you stab a needle, you will drill a hole in the invisible covering and make a noise from it that seems to bounce. Silence, made up of such a dangerous balance, is pushing and wrapping around the inside of the car.

The four sitting opposite each other were split between men and women.

First of all, a man. Count Linus Strain Ovenil, a blonde prince dressed in an elegant costume. I was on a journey to the enclosure myself as a lord. The young nobleman, who is supposed to be the owner of this carriage, maintains a hard look as if he were being put on someone else's carriage. Occasionally, the sound of finger tapping on the elbow of the seat sounds from hand to hand in excess of boredom, and each time some of the people in the car stiffen themselves up.

It's his butler who's bluing his face next to it. In his position of partitioning the affairs of the house, he accompanies this homecoming and shares his seat with his husband. He was a minister even though he was a Kingsamurai, and because of his lowest status in the car, his shoulders seemed narrow and he let go of his neck.

Woman across the street. Simone Merrier Ovenil, a young lady who adorns herself with a dress that makes her feel sumptuous inside. My new wife, who just married Linus last year, is naturally also a person in the car with her husband. But it is a public secret that this couple's friendship is less desirable than before marriage. There are few words to interact with your partner, and there are no topics to flourish with others. As a matter of fact, she wasn't doing well with the servant either. Because of the intimacy with that second son, who is also loathed in the house.

The last woman left. She was more colorful than any other face.

First of all, the atmosphere surrounding you is different. It is the same that maintains a hard look, but there is a difference in its quality. While Linus and the others hate the silence that gave birth to nervousness, this woman is not as bitter either. If the others are solidified as frozen as they live, this one reminds me of a statue that is hard and strong is natural.

The outfit is different again. What armor the women had wrapped around, while the Counts were dressed like aristocrats and the butlers were sleeving through their clothes. Though it is called a chest patch, good foot, a helmet held by the side at the end, and a delicate print, it is elegant and elegant, armed. He even has a slender sharp sword on his hips. I don't think it's a woman, either, who rides with nobles as high as the Count, such as equipment that could jump right into the battlefield.

If you ask me in words, I'll be dressed up as what kind of harsh fierce bitch, such as wearing such an insane outfit. But in my eyes, the impression changes. A glossy golden thread ponytail that seems to make a slightly pleasant sound if rubbed. The fair face is pitiful and sharp, with a dangerous fragrance that wets the polished blade in the morning dew.

She is as beautiful as a maiden of war or a guardian angel of a brave man could have escaped from the myth.

It may be hard to believe that the air in the car stays to an uncomfortable degree and does not deteriorate to the realm of peril, even if it is said that this quiet celestial woman is the late one emitting the scent of purity.

On the other hand, the cause of the long silence on the ground, one end of which was also her. Whatever it is, it's all heterogeneous from the elements that make up the existence. It's called an overwhelming atmosphere, it's called a vivid outfit, it's called a look...... It is difficult to ignore in a good or a bad way, and it is difficult to talk. Among them, it was also trivial that she was the only outsider against the Ovenil family.

In the meantime, there was finally someone who cut off his mouth fire against a woman who might be breathing.

Linus.

"... can you stay awake?

I say to the woman with her eyes closed, letting her brilliant face stand in frustration. Simone frowned slightly at the caged voice of danger and poison. It's not the way you talk to the guests you ride.

The woman turned to Linus without the wind, feeling disrespectful. Even in a trick that inadvertently opens the blue eye, reminiscent of the flowering of the morning face.

"Did you tell me that now, Uncle Ovenil?"

A low voice for a woman. But there is no grumpy appearance. I guess that's her earthquake.

Linus, struck in the ear, continues the words with a slight snort.

"Whatever, Miss Elisha."

"Stop the lady."

Elisha, the woman called was sharply blocked. Linus happens to be a frozen feather.

She continues with some soothing of her tone.

"This man is still a historical knight of the kingdom"

- Excuse me, Sir Barbastol.

"Um, that's fine"

Satisfied, Elisha closed her eyes again with her back in her seat.

The expression of the young Count distorts again.

"Can't you take your job a little seriously right now?

"Hmm?"

Linus, come on.

The husband continues unintentionally, even though the sighted Simone pinches his mouth.

"Don't you just shut your eyes and keep quiet from earlier? I don't think I'm properly guarding you. I didn't know you were asleep."

"Oh, he was asleep, huh?

"Hmm!?

In a hell of a response, Linus' mouth stopped blocking with it open.

Were you asleep? Assuming you're in front of the Earl of the Kingdom, and you have that protection? There is a lot of insanity. Simone also blinked in surprise, and the butler also slipped his jacket off his right shoulder.

Elisha continues with a face that doesn't eat, to Linus, who is forced to be rigid for several times today.

"How many minutes, I don't have much time to turn to sleep during escort duty. Take a nap while there is no fear of attack. Isn't that normal?"

"Oh, that's why! It would be the escort pointing the nerves, glaring at them and preparing them for the unexpected!?

"That's the basics in the basics. Mine is an applied edition. Around the carriage are stretched by those who walk side by side. I have nothing to do in the car. Then it's important to be prepared for what my uncle calls an unexpected situation and to maintain your English spirit, right?

I say depressingly if you are unhappy with being blocked from sleeping. Everything you do, even what you add, doesn't seem like an escort. To Elisha's words and deeds, Linus was flirted with and let go.

"First, I would have woken up as soon as I spoke. If there is a raid, the magnitude of the sound is not the ratio ahead. Absolutely awake. So no problem at all.... Isn't it more horrible that nerves are exhausted at times of need? It's not just guarding you like a hare, Count."

"... pup"

Smaller erupts like Simone couldn't stand it. Elisha looks at that face in wonder.

"Something? Countess."

"Heh, heh. No, excuse me. That's because you were a very different person."

"Hmm. I don't remember behaving like a mistress in her imagination..."

Simone looks even stranger to a woman knight who thinks seriously. And Elisha leaned her neck more and more toward the reaction.

In contrast, Linus, who became the source of his wife's laughter after being made good, groans.

"Totally...... is this really what sounded like [Princess Knight of Barbastol]?

"... I don't really like the way you call it"

Elisha squeaks her nose small.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to be called by two names that are a little brave and hearty right now."

"Alas, the brave or not is that the rabbit doesn't jump, the chest doesn't jump? I think it sounds romantic."

"It is only the weak men who come to me attracted by their romanticism, Countess. I'd rather wish you a fight than just come and steal your heart."

"I'm sorry about that.... Should we have talked a little sooner? I haven't had a bit of time to get bored."

"I agree. Not having enough sleep is out of the question, but sleeping too much is sick again. You'd better wake up a little and kill your time."

Simone suddenly cracks out what the hell touched the harp line.

Linus, placed outside the mosquito net, turns that way to a conversation between women who don't even know if they're meshing or not.

(Give me that old man, another hell of a daughter...)

I vomited poisonously in my heart against an old conspirator who had associated myself with Elisha. Reminds me. So long as that wrinkly good face seemed to float through the window vitreous of the carriage, I was angry.

(Still, you're telling me that people like this who can be led by such impolite then horses are really the essence of kingdom knights?

As I think about it, I look sideways at the female knight who is interested in conversing with his wife.

The most elite of the kingdom knights, the Kingsguard Second Knights. The fierce men known for their extreme meritocracy and harsh selection process, the youngest ever to head a women's regiment.

That was her - Elisha Rosmond Barbastle title.

But to fall asleep in front of the escort even in self-depravity, and still see him unproduced in this way in his colloquial conversation with his wife, it is not a very, but believed thing. No, I don't even think Marquis Lavalle was in charge again.

but

"... don't look so worried, Count"

Elisha said as if she had spotted Linus without even looking at this one.

"Huh?"

"Hey what...!?

Linus panicking to Russia with a bewildered Simone and a star poked at him. With those two behind her, Elisha pokes her cheekstick with her elbow, both discouraged and discouraged.

"I follow Grandpa Conspiracy's orders, but I owe him a bigger Kingsguard. And most importantly, I'm a knight, too. It is also awe-inspiring to be entrusted with a second extraction with a flourishing Kingsguard. They told me to protect them. I'll protect them even if they die."

When I even threw my life out if I had to, I said faintly. It is as if it were an extension of a public discourse with Simone, a voice without feelings.

But that's why there's no such thing as sneering there. She really thinks she'll die any time she wants to serve as a knight. I don't feel special about it, but I can tell you this because it's not special.

That was clearly understood by Linus, who knew the gloomy back of the aristocratic society and had gone through many vain rushes.

"Yes, …? I'm lucky to have a comfortable escort."

- There are no lies in this woman's words.

"It's not what I was saying, okay? So, ma'am. What were you talking about?

"Yeah, yeah. Sure..."

In this way, the conversation resumes without any other love between the women.

But Linus didn't see it the same way.

(This one again... Kiko, huh?)

With fear and discomfort, I recall everything I've heard about Elisha Rosmond Barbastle.

A male victory who made himself the eldest daughter of the Marquis of the Grand Aristocrat Barbastol and put her into swordsmanship on a woman. I turned down my fiancée decided at its end as weak and ran away from home. Then the horse. So far, it's nothing more than an anecdote of a daughter that invites the bitter laughter of those who listen. but from here on forward, background is an unusual word.

I knocked on the door of the Second Kingsguard Knights for good meritocracy without refusing to come, in order to escape my parents' home and my fiancée, who would come to bring me back sooner or later. That was the only Knights that were recruiting women in Arquelle. Elsewhere with a perilous voice, she passed the brilliant entrance exam.... but sent two applicants to church who were opponents of the practical exam, and one of them was to go up to the funeral without the magic of healing. He insulted me for wearing a sword with a woman during anything game, and said it was because I upside down. As for those who have survived hard, there is nothing particularly wrong with the other party, and the other party is too weak. I mean, if he died, he killed him deliberately.

That's good. No, it's not good, but it wasn't only a problem in the Second Knights seeking the strong. What they did to the problem was something else.

Terribly, Elisha was thirteen years old at the time. The age limit of fifteen years was not met when applying for a knight at the time. The application was filed by filing the fake name and the age at which the mackerel was read. This not only had a second, but the whole Kingsguard became noisy. Acceptance is invalid if the terms are violated. But it's too bad to miss the big fish named Chairman Passer. After a hustle and bustle of debate, the then Second Knight Commander expected talent to admit his passing in a special way. She became a kingdom knight in the sun.

Being recognized as a knight also means that he was awarded a knighthood apart from his parents' marquis. In other words, under the laws of the kingdom, it became a separate home from my parents'. The Barbastol family was no longer able to bring Elisha back or accompany her daughter with an unwanted man. It is an unprecedented runaway, and a divorce. Those who feared the two devised amendments to the Code, but were not transferred to implementation. Because there is no one who can imitate it.

Elisha then responded to the knowledge of the Second Knights, who admitted special provisions to herself, and staged martial arts besides causing disturbances large and small. And now, ten years later, we are at the apex of the youngest and most powerful Knights of all time...

Too Genius, And Too Genius. It's called swordsmanship, which doesn't look like a lady, a thought circuit that aspires to be a knight for the sake of marginalisation, etc., and the heart that drove the match opponent to death to be flat, it's not legitimate from what to what. How can such a woman be born from the Kwon Gate during the Kwon Gate called the Marquis House, etc.

In that sense, this lady knight is also like Turius and Henrietta - like Uni. An alien mutation, unlike tradition and the glorious child of your species. Born in the belly of a man, a child of monsters.

And if that abominable brother's kind, it's never compatible with this Linus Strain Ovenil.

(Hum... doesn't it make sense that you don't care?)

Again, I think so.

An attitude in which a knight does not hang the Count on his teeth, even though it is a Kingsguard's priority. A spirit that is not ashamed to shed blood and scorn life. The more I think about it, the more similar a woman is the Turius Shrounan Ovenil to spit on. Is it just a clear difference that they don't even feel any itch about dying compared to the array they always said they wanted to live longer?

(Well, good. There is also the word to control the ray with ray)

According to Lavalle, Turius could be using suspicious drugs to brainwash. This time, if we put him in Voldan, the territory, his hands could hang Linus in his teeth. Preparations for this are the Kingsguard's strongest Second Knights, led by Elisha, seconded in the name of border patrols.

Linus had guessed the role Lavalle was expecting from him. It's bait to catch Turius. When he turns his blade on himself, he smashes it with the highest power of the kingdom. Whether it's a clear trap or not, the opponent will hesitate, but in that case, they will push the various impossible challenges within motion and deprive them of their freedom of action.

I don't feel good. Though they are given the best guards whose role is to protect the king, the same is true of the pawn or the forsaken pawn. There was no reason to be happy to take it.

However, there is little chance that we will be able to slaughter our enemies this time. Even if you don't come from the other side, you can wear wet clothes from here. And Kingsguard II moves for its execution. It is an unpleasant role and a risk, but depending on luck and your own instrumentality, you can unlock worries in one go.

... if you don't think so, I feel like I can't do it very well.

"Whoa, you've changed the scenery. His famous Vordan vineyards."

"That's a bright one. I've never seen it before."

Knowing or not Linus' depression, the two women are swallowing the view out the window.

A carpet of fruit trees stretching through the mountains of the highlands, on their sleek hills, with stripes. The red-purple colored grapes were deftly fruitful, with bright accents in the greenery.

Voldan is also a famous wine region, especially Cabernet. Nevertheless, in the fruitful kingdom of Arquelle, which honors the land and the land of the arts, it is difficult to narrow down the candidacy by saying 'famous wine regions' in one bite.

"What do you think, you? Not a nostalgic sight?

Simone talks to me uncommonly in a good mood. In addition to the exuberance on the trip, I guess it's because my conversation with Elisha is breaking my feelings.

But as Linus, it wasn't a very pleasant topic.

"I've never seen it before, either. How many minutes have you lived in the capital?"

"... Huh?

Was that an unexpected reply, Simone turns her eyes round. I don't mean to be mean to Linus. This is true.

"I guess Father missed the water on the Amon River better than the wine on the territory. I've been in Brossenne a long time since I took the lead. Naturally, I was raised on hand, too. I've never been to Voldan before today."

"What have you been up to since you took office?

Surprisingly, I'm going to pinch your mouth to Elisha. I'm not talking about explaining it to outsiders, but she's essentially like a guide attached to her by Lavalle. You'll have to answer if you're asked.

"I didn't have time for that. There was no change between the principals last year, so there was a mountain of common business to do in the Wang capital. We had a wedding last year... and we went out with a lot of people."

I'll tell you what. It was a stupid story. My predecessors drowned in amusement in the Wang capital, and the contemporaries who grew up under it tread the land for the first time two years after their inheritance. The land of Voldan went on for two generations, wearing a lord who only knew his territory on paper.

Elisha, hearing it, looks at Chirali and Linus with a worthy eye.

"Hmm? Isn't that conspicuously rough? Maybe it's a limited story down the street."

"... have the Kingsguards undertaken these days not only to guard but even to audit?

"You"

"No, good. That was definitely an outrageous statement. I'm sorry, Count."

And he laughs joyfully.

"Your Lordship is also an attraction inside. That old man just bothered to give me a hand."

"What are you trying to say?

"It's no big deal. Well, it's good to have a good escort."

"... I don't know what that means anymore."

Linus looked out the window completely this time, pointing that way at the incompetent female knight.

Even Niyanya laughs, slapping her mouth like she let it contain and wrapping this one around the smoke. Such an attitude was still offensive to associate with that lunatic. I still don't want to talk to this woman as much as possible. Linus thinks so.

And speaking of which, I recall.

This time again, he was the wingman who saw only the disgust of Turius. There's no way the Count won't meet with the Viscount who's entrusting the division more than returning to the territory. If they're reluctant to see each other again, it's within their role to call them.

What a heavy job. but let's think about things. Conversely, while you're in this land, you can also give orders to that man as you please. And whether it is protected, whether to conduct audits or, if there are any failures, reprimand and punish.

Then I will try to encourage you to do your job. The man is as uncomfortable a vice as a cockroach. If it means getting into your sight and damaging your mood, it will chase you around and smash you.

When we get to the Territorial Hall, first let's pull the guy who would be stuck in Marlan. If you seem to fool around with an excuse for something, you can go in with the Kingsguard and do it. Marlan County and part of the State of Voldan. Nor can they nominally be the subject of a patrol.

Linus had stranded such a calculation until the carriage reached its destination.

- But that didn't carry it.

"Hey, it's been a while, brother! And my sister-in-law! Good luck on your long journey."

A small high hill overlooking the state capital, Voldan. It was the energetic weather greeting of Turius Shrounan Ovenil, who followed the ministers, who welcomed Linus and the others in front of the mansion built on it.

Linus accidentally jumped up surprisingly to the voice hung as he got off. The butler's man, for example, blued his face in an instant,

"Hih!?

and so short a scream.

Simone, on the other hand, says that although he was somewhat facetious and blinked his eyes, he immediately replies with pleasure somewhere.

"Oh, Lord Turius. Thank you for welcoming me. It's been a long time."

"My sister-in-law hasn't changed either - no, she seems to be feeling better, above all."

Around the time they grinned, Linus finally got rid of the stiffness, too.

Gigigi, in a move that seems to make rusty noises, turns back to Turius.

"... you. Why are you here?

To the words, Turius flaunted his shoulders even unexpectedly.

"For whatever reason, I heard that my brother would arrive around today, so I came to welcome him. What's strange about that?

How dare you say it slipped out? Linus' return to Voldan has the primary purpose of using that authority to tie the movement of the man in front of him. One means of doing this was to make him crisp by calling him over and over again from Marulan in the name of a welcome or consultation on the management of the territory. Quite frankly, it turns out that the first hand was impressed beautifully.

but it's hard to imagine Turius moving out of territory for that only. With the exception of Linus and Simone's wedding last year, there is no information that this man moved the territory, nor is he of a moving character. Will a man who is often drawn to possession like a tortoise come to Vordan even though he has not been summoned?

It's up to me to have some purpose behind it.

Though exposed to the gaze of surprise, Turius slaps his hand cheerfully.

"Then say hello from my minister, too. Some people will see you for the first time."

Encouraged, two enter and kneel to represent those behind them. I know one, but the other doesn't look like Linus, as I was told.

"The Count and his wife will see you for the first time. My name is Viscount Turius' minister, Victor Dracrois Lorge. After that, I want you to know me."

A blonde, blue-eyed man who looks more noble than Turius and others will be named for his brilliantly gracious work. Speaking of Count Lorge, I knew him as one of Lavalle's hipster wipes. I am humbled enough to hear that the old Marquis took care of everything until I took care of the woman. Probably the kid in the house. So this man is the grass that Lavalle once sent in to be taken in? Linus thought that perhaps the common man would use the Count's family warrant to crush it in such a way that the old man would also imitate luxury...... etc.

"... Douye Schwartzer,. I'm very fortunate to have your knowledge again."

The boneless man, who is apparently in awe of force, is a warlord under Turius, who has met Linus face-to-face on several occasions. His greetings, I guess, went through a lot of practice, compared to those in King's Capital last year, were somewhat audible.

"Both sides, Dai. It is Linus Strain, head of the Count of Ovenil family.... Hey, Turius. Did you go all the way out here to meet these people?

Turning to the water with a white face, Turius laughs nico about what's fun.

A fiercely unpleasant feeling struck Linus.

"What are you talking about, I told you to welcome it. Come to the Mansion! It's not like Wang Du, but I'm prepared to help my older brothers."

"Hmm!?

Linus' heart pounded to the words.

Turius makes room for it, and he calls out behind his back.

"Hey, would you be properly prepared, uni?

"Yes, sir. Cleaning and bed makeup are cleaned up clueless. We have a little time until dinner, but if anyone wants you, bring snacks immediately. I thought it was time to cook the bath."

Naturally what was there was a female slave kneeling beside the Lord and reporting. He's no different in phase, and I guess he's obsessed with serving [slave-killing] at the time of slavery - no, more than that.

(Jeez, I'm not kidding!?

Room or meal? A bath? For all that, you mean you have your hands in it?

Aware of that fact, Linus savors the comfort of darkening in front of her.

The fact that Turius entered Voldan ahead of time naturally means that Linus and the other staying halls are also holding back ahead. If his purpose is to brainwash or assassinate, you can do whatever you want. And Uni's words stir up that fear so much that there is no more. Because today, at least, it is tantamount to declaring that all of life in this Hall is held by the hands of Turius.

"Huh, don't be ridiculous!

The angst of the mouth was similar in colour to the scream of panic.

"What's the matter, brother? Something inconvenient?

"Everything is inconvenient! The Viscount enters the Inn of the Earl's Lands on his own, and there is enough insanity to make the difference in the house without forgiveness!

"What, really?

Linus wanted to do this hand tightening up asexually Turius, who would give him a decent, vegan reply. No, I want to strangle you if I can.

"Really, Viktor?

"If you ask me, maybe you did. Nevertheless, it was done for your brother, who came a long way. I don't know if this is the kind of thing that would make you angry."

Back behind the Lord, ignoring those who whisper to each other, Linus stares at his brother.

"... of course! The fact that you also obtained the title means that you are formally a separate person from the Count of Ovenil family! Just because you're a brother, you don't have the right to visit our hall!

That is the law of this kingdom. Because it is, Elisha succeeded in distancing herself from her parents' home by becoming a knight and cutting off from the marriage that did not come with her will.

but that's where Simone pinched her mouth with her disgusting face.

"You don't even make a scene like that. Nothing. They didn't destroy the property or sell it off on their own. Of course it is, isn't it, Lord Turius?

"Yeah, naturally. My sister-in-law. The kids who serve me pride themselves on the fact that it's low-status housekeeping that's inside. There is no scratch on the conditioner. I also bore the ingredients for dinner here, from a grain of wheat to a drop of oil. Well, firewood on the boulder borrowed the museum reserves, but I'll compensate you if you want, right?

"... said. Good for you, Linus."

Having heard the answer, Simone puts a cold glance at Linus by saying so. I don't know what you're talking about. Indeed, it may seem so to those who do not know the circumstances, because my brother is using formal determinations as a shield to thrust my brother's dedication.

But it was unlikely that he would make such a special effort only to Turius. If Marquis Lavalle is certain of what he says, he's like brainwashing nobles in other houses and adding them to pawns. Under the mask of filial piety, I do not know what you are planting in this hall.

The cramped Linus sees the nearby knights.

"Well, then. What do you care about these guests? It's about this man, the family he brought in anyway would be slaves again for the most part. Do you want me to receive the response of my brother's slaves to the history of the Kingsguard Second Knights, who were accompanied by the Far King's capital?!?

"It's..."

Simone, the servant, also says, clouding his expression. Naturally, it is speechless for a slave to touch the eyes of others. Yet let the slave's hand pass into the room touched, let him sleep in the bed replaced by the slave, eat the slave's cooked meal, and let him use the water in the bathtub washed by the slave? I wasn't kidding.

If you're a barbarian like Turius, you wouldn't even care if you let a slave dress as a maid or a butler. But these servants need a minimum identity to serve you. If you are a maid, if you are a civilian or a child of lower nobility, and if you are a butler who may be consulted on the management of the house, the standards will be even stricter. In an attempt to learn how to dress, the slave is a slave. They are merely people who do the chores behind people's backs and are not entrusted with the service of their guests. That is what common sense is.

Simone, too, would be something you can hate more, Linus thinks. Anything, when Turius was staying in the King's Capital, she was apparently behaved tea by him from time to time. It's incredible. Of course you don't know what you'll be served, because you mean this insane man, so you must have had your tea brewed by slaves, too. On the day they put that out, a legitimate nobleman would kick his seat back. She is also often poisoned by madmen.

Together, this can thrust the thoughts of Turius.

... should have.

"Sometimes it's so crunchy, Count."

Elisha Rosmond Barbastle, a lady knight who says gorgeously as she descends from her carriage to the ground, sounds like a bell.

"And I hope you don't call slaves too bad. Neither are we slaves, whether we come from them or not. Listen to your uncle, and they'll feel bad too."

"Sir Barbastol......!

Linus looks up to heaven unexpectedly.

I forgot. He was distracted by the advent of Turius, whom he did not anticipate, but here was another human being who, like him, could not hang common sense on his nose.

With such a brother behind him, the culprit brother of the matter bows his head respectfully against the woman who appears.

"This is a customer. I'm sorry if I just showed you something ugly or prevented you from getting off."

"I don't mind the degree of waiting. I'm proud that I'm not too short on this."

How dare a woman who killed an insulted opponent at the age of thirteen say: Right there are some daughters who did it at the age of ten.

"You're late for a name. It is Elisha Rosmond Barbastle. He's a young man, but he keeps the Kingsguard Second Knights. After that, finally."

"This is polite, thank you...... My name is Tullius Shrounan Ovenil, Lord Marlan. Sir Barbastol's fame is more in my ears than ever."

That's what we say, we bump each other's gaze. As Elisha puts it at a price, Turius has no interest in the back of a friendly smile.

Linus was under the impression that they were facing each other.