Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"Why was I allowed to do whatever I wanted?"

Vordan Hall, its bedroom. Put your bags down and unpack the trip. Linus said to the exit. Elisha, the person she was told, stopped her hand, which was somehow exploring the room, turning with a troublesome face.

Sometimes I get nervous.

That's all the replies are. I'm just saying I'm done for, but I'm going back to work. The behavior was too damaging to Linus' eclampsia.

"When are you going to get nervous now?" You want me to sleep in the mansion where Turius has it all? If he cares, he'll be scratching his sleeping neck tonight!?

That's why I'm checking your room myself.

"Oh yeah! If we'd gotten rid of him, we'd have looked into him more carefully!

"Don't yell at me anyway. You're a little earl of the liver."

While clapping her shoulders, Elisha finally turned this way. The face is engraved with a small, bitter smile.

"I didn't set anything up in this room. It didn't take much magic to detect."

"... I guess. Don't take it too seriously, Mr. Elisha. It's all a struggle to get rid of this guy."

It is Simone who says so and exhales. It's only natural to be together because it's the couple's bedroom. As for her more sympathetic to her opposing brother than her wretched husband, I guess she's out of her imagination, such as Turius trying to harm Linus.

Once I told him that the mastermind of the Brossenne Fire could also be him.

"You're too bad for a joke."

And I got kicked.

This is also said for the rest of the day.

"You're going to put him on until the crime of killing my parents? That day, he was so badly injured that his life was in danger? First of all, you were making a scene about the Marquis Lavalle conspiracy at first."

Since then, as usual, when opinions have developed into arguments and broken up, it has been an implicit understanding not to touch on this matter.

Let's get back to the present.

In response to Simone's words like that, Elisha shakes her neck to the side.

"Well, I think that's an overly optimistic opinion. Let us be alarmed that there is nothing in the room, and we may aim for the Count with another hand."

It was an unexpected statement. If Elisha hadn't pinched her mouth more than she did, she would have had eyes to drive Turius back to Marlan. The person who defended it admits to the harm of Turius. Isn't that an opinion that doesn't come firmly?

"Then why did you respond to me? It's like jumping into a tiger hole!?

"If you go into a tiger hole, you don't get a tiger child. If your brother is willing to do that, he can return what he has set up. That way, my uncle's worries will be all in one piece, and we won't have to be bothered by escorts or anything."

"Is Mr. Elisha here suspicious of him?

Simone says anxiously. You don't want to believe the person you thought was on your side in a carriage conversation, the fruit of which, you were united with your husband and Wang Du conspirators.

Elisha opens her mouth with a little thought.

"Well. I say I doubt it, and I don't say I doubt it. I only know about him by hearsay, so the grandfather and the counts say it badly enough, but I judge by what I see and hear myself. Therefore, I am not willing to forgive Turius Ovenil, nor am I going to eliminate him unilaterally."

"That's a sample of something called jade bug color. Which side are you on?"

"At least you'll be on your side with your uncle and wife. You're under escort."

"How dare you throw that escort object into a tiger hole? For the most part, can you feel safe even though there is nothing in the room? What are you going to do if they serve you dinner?

Over momentum, Linus was accidentally smashing the walls of the room. Makes a loud noise, but Elisha, who lives in an iron fire, of course, doesn't move one frown, not even Simone. I was used to my husband's eclampsia.

Said Elisha, shrugging her shoulders as she shrugged back.

"Don't worry about poison, it'll be useless from the edge. Since the assassination of the King Prince, poison detection and detoxification have always been noble favorites in this country."

Indeed, since the incident seven years ago, the high-ranking nobles who feared the two dances of Prince Wang are all costumed to combat poisoning. Ever since, assassinations by poison have not been successful. Regardless, Linus also wears a pendant that reacts when approached by poison.

Plus, Elisha adds.

"What about brainwashing? Whatever you do, you see his surgery to expand as a result of brainwashing."

"Naturally. He wears a magical ring for brainwashing. Preventing hanging is better than preventing it, so you can solve the effects of an already hanging technique by inserting it."

Linus shows a ring of brass embedded in the middle finger of his right hand. It seems a little cheap for him, the Count, to carry around, but this is the courtesy he got with all his hands on the people.

"Poisoning is impossible first. Brainwashing is also taken care of. So you're exercising your powers? That would be difficult to start and end when exposed, and it would be difficult in the first place for us to be on guard. Viscount Turius cannot harm you directly. So what do you have to worry about this mansion?

That's what the female knight said about falling out.

"I mean, like Simone, you want to say it's hard to get over?

"A little different. If they're going to set something up over there, he says it's a good opportunity to hold back the evidence. It's safe, too. Well, if you haven't done anything, you've never been over it."

That's why Elisha turns herself in.

"Wait, where are we going?

"Because it's not as impeccable as sitting in the bedroom of a newlywed couple forever.... just kidding. I'm going to have a little meeting with my men. Don't worry, I'll leave the escort in front of the door."

The female knight withdrew after throwing up a remarkable line.

All that was left was a couple with even more awkward air drifting between them.

"Not at all... is that woman thinking or not too"

I don't expect a response, I poison myself with the intention of speaking to myself. Although Elisha said oh, Turius had better decide to kick him out if he could. If you want to set up against Linus, you don't have to do anything directly, such as assassinating him, but there are a lot of hands you can hit, such as political plots. Now that they've grasped the initiative, they're threatening to take it. Do you know that?

... I don't know. She's the kind of woman who jumped out of the house because she hated political marriage. I see it as ignorant when it comes to politically oriented matters. First, the Marquis Barbastol family is a major decentralist. After his daughter entered Kingsguard, the king's gesture, she was showing a bare gesture that she was not also acquainted with the centralist chief, Lavalle. If you knew the common sense of the aristocratic society in shards, you would never be able to stand around.

Simone tells Linus to be embarrassed.

"You wouldn't have to be so intrusive. He thinks of us, doesn't he?

"Ha, I wonder..."

Somehow she doesn't pay as much courtesy as a shard to Linus, the Earl. When it comes to considering this one, you should show some humility. Arre must be drooling over what he thought, Linus watched.

"Damn, I don't care who you are. You don't like him. I've never seen you praise people since we met."

"Hum. I don't know why, because all those people are gathering around me. I don't like it."

"So you're saying that I'm in there, too. If you don't like it that much, why don't we break up with you?

Painfully sarcastic, I shrugged.

Breaking up, I accidentally analogized behind the word. I was wondering if you were known to have hands on the slaves of the house.

"... don't be silly"

I say that as I tell myself.

Yes, it's a stupid thing. Last year my parents crumbled and there was no back shield, and she was close to Turius, the nose knob in the house, and she has not been overwhelmed by the minister either. There will be no one to cheat on. Some are women, but Simone doesn't seem to have enough sensitivity of that kind. Anyway, even that undisputed lunatic's reality is still misunderstood.

The woman still goes on ignoring Linus' chi and so on.

"Oh, even about your loathsome pal, you're sick. Come on? It's not Elisha's word, but you really have a thin liver."

……

"I hate Sir Turius, my brother. But I also hate the Marquis Lavalle, who put his hands together for it. So now we have a Marquis escort? There's really nothing you can do about it, you're not my child."

"... shut up"

"Do you even have to admit to me the right to open my mouth? If you say you're a bitch who doesn't even want to hear the words, what if you don't hesitate to abandon her? With the Count's help, there must be no other love."

"I'm telling you to shut up!!

The voice that blocked his wife's words resembled a scream.

I don't even understand the shards about the woman standing in front of me. Why do you say that, why do you look like that, why do you look at yourself like that? It was all as if out of understanding, talking to another creature in human form.

If you get a divorce or something, Linus or Lavalle will also have trouble, but Simone will be the one most in trouble. There was no reason for her to remarry when her parents died and it was also the Cold Gate. Of course, Linus would have to give me money to not have trouble eating, but if I did, my life would be significantly smaller. Or if a low-status man is remarried for the title, there may be a bud called Baron Pontovan House Rehabilitation, but it's a bad bet for a minute nonetheless......

I mean, I guess you hate Linus so much that you're prepared to talk about the edge of it, too.

"What is it, Countess?!?

Open the door and a knight with a murky, painful face jumps in. It would be the escort Elisha said she would leave behind. I raised my voice, so you thought something had happened.

Linus waved depressingly. He has not noticed, but his face has faded like a sick person.

"... nothing"

"Ha! But a lot louder -"

"Let me tell you it's nothing!? And the Kingsguards don't even know how to knock on doors!?

Let the ill-conceived knight recruit more frustration. To such a husband's appearance, his wife turns her gaze pregnant with complicated thoughts. A mixed gaze of frustration, frustration, aversion and just a hint of pity, roughly positive and hard to say emotions.

"I'm sorry. This guy, I don't know what to say... because this is who he is"

"Ha ha... So you don't have a problem? Excuse me."

To Simone's various explanations, he returns his words of convincing with disapproval, and the knight withdraws.

It was treated as if Linus was also a lunatic. It's my brother who's crazy.

It was unpleasant for such associations to come to mind again.

"... a little out"

"Which way?

Simone asks Linus, turning back on his heels and heading outside, not interested.

- If you don't even want to know, you shouldn't have asked.

With that in mind, respond abusively.

"It's a walk. What's wrong with a lord walking in the territory?"

I really didn't want to walk outside. I don't know what Turius is up to. But more than that, it was more painful to stay in one room with Simone.

I guess she agreed. Send it with a poisonous, sarcastic standing grin that you can't imagine since you were newly married.

"Oh, yeah. Be my guest, Count."

"... humph"

As irritated, he opened the door to protrude and closed it to knock.

A knight who had refrained outside looks like a ghost again, but ignores it and walks down the hall. Several times a voice hung from behind, but clouded the tea with a nasty reply. Along the way, I find it unpleasant to rub off against the unviable slaves with collars on them.

(Don't you know whose mansion this is?)

This place was as if, no, it was essentially under the control of Turius, who had come to the hotel earlier. The minister, who was managing the mansion and the territory, apparently could not cite a no before the second son in the main house, who appeared with a large load on his way out. In Voldan, far from the Wang capital, I guess his notoriety didn't come in one pin this time either. Should I have mentioned it a little tighter in the letter?

(... I can't breathe)

Wherever you go throughout the mansion, the eyes, eyes and eyes of the slaves of Turius. A bunch of eyes that I can't peek at emotions, that is, I don't even think about Linus or anything. For him, accustomed to being fu as a nobleman, he even feels physical oppression in those gazes. I'm not comfortable indoors.

So I went outside.

One person, blown by the cool summer breeze of the plateau, finally feels alive.

"Huh..."

The air in the highlands at dusk is, to say the least, cold in summer. That, on the contrary, was so refreshing. I even think that the invisible dirt that was snagged on my body would be removed without leaving it behind.

"Totally, always a bunch of women who aren't this guy or busy."

The starch, which had accumulated in the depths of his heart, was also thrown out as if it had been caught.

But this one didn't disappear immediately. The more you put it out in your mouth, the later it comes up your throat.

"To the wicked wife with the eye of the pit, knight of the devious woman. Besides, I'm here with the slaves of Turius! Why am I being fooled by these women?!

I can't help but recruit the harsh. At times like this in Wang Du, there was a sloth in the outfit. Weak, dull, only hard mouth is like a handle, that woman slave. It is unnatural to be accompanied by slaves who have not played a major role in returning to their territories, and it is on the back that they have left it at the main residence. There is no underwriter of Linus' indignation.

I remember. I think it was a shameful choice. The couple's relationship with Simone has never shown any signs of improvement since it began in the worst way last year. To make money on the succession, it was close to the limit to spend the night together just because of a sense of duty. In that regard, I'm really good. Because his wife, the nobleman's maid, can be deceived, it is often forgetful and indulgent. Then he complains not a word and a half, and gives himself everything in awe, satisfying the man's self-esteem. The baroness's habit is that her temper is higher than Simone's.

"Wait, what are you thinking..."

Hang in a hurry to wait for thoughts that are about to advance to dangerous areas.

It's just that even he's committing a taboo of silence surrounding a female slave by a nobleman's rightful wife. On top of that, it is not a legitimate thought, such as trying to position the aristocratic woman, albeit on the inside, below slavery.

I think Turius brainwashed me before I knew it anymore, but there's no response to the courtesy.

So the idea is that Linus meant it at all.

"No... there can be no such thing!

Powerless, he pokes his knee over the summer grass. To my samurai, I slapped the ground many times.

"Who am I? Linus Strain Ovenil, Lord Voldan, Earl of the Kingdom, and nobility. He's a fine ovenille owner, unlike your father and that piece of junk! There's no way such a person would think such a thing. Impossible, impossible... Huh!

No one's listening, but the excuse leaks out of my mouth.

An unusual father who died frightened by touching the madness of his second son, who had done all he could to profanity, desperately confused his incompetence, and whose quotes were blindfolded by misunderstandings.

A devilish brother who was born with his mother dead, who grew up killing slaves, who died mad of his father, and who, although there is no proof, would still be doing all that is evil.

I repeat over and over again that I am different from those people.

Without it, my eyes even overflowed with tears. I feel unhappy and rub it on the back of my hand many times, but the salty water springs up later.

"Ugh, guh... ahhhhhhhh! Uh-oh!

A man who sits alone in the wilderness of summer and screams in tears of tears.

If the rest of us look at Linus now, it must seriously bother our heads which is the madman compared to my brother.

In fact, he was crazy and natural. I spent a lot of my adolescence frightened by my flesh parents, who were killers, and I couldn't rule it out, neither did those I met when I grew up heal the wounds on their hearts. Those who follow and use it like Lavalle, those who cannot even see it like Simone, those who, like many nobles, make it a seed of mockery, and Turius, who continues to spread his wounds today. It would be cruel to say stay sane with your temperament while surrounded by such humans. It is tantamount to a miracle that Linus never exposed himself to madness in a place that touches the eyes until today, nor could he bear to choose to commit suicide.

Linus continues to cry alone as he hears the footsteps of the spiritual limits approaching.

It took time for him to get sane again until dinner reached the impending deadline.

Time goes back only slightly.

Elisha, who had resigned from the Counts' bedroom, had returned to the room to which she was addressed. Rooms that would be used to accommodate noble guests are plenty of room space for intervals, but the conditioning kind smells really old. Some people will even feel uncomfortable with the creepiness when they think of the indoor conditions that make them feel weathered in the years, although they haven't cleaned well and one dust has fallen off.

But there is no way that Elisha Barbastol has such a delicate sensibility. Big, old, well, there doesn't seem to be any disability in sleeping, that's all I thought about.

"Welcome home, Captain. We've already got everyone together."

"Ooh, Al. Thank you."

When she enters the room, she raises her hands small and answers to the voice of her men, who have risen and welcomed her, Eagle Deep.

Gathered inside the room were five men. Four captains, each headed by twenty men, and Alfred Simon Prudelmachet, one arm of Elisha, arguably the deputy captain. The executives of the Kingsguard Second Knights are gathering here.

Even though the Voldan palace is vast, it is an aristocratic consulate. There's no way the Knights can garrison round like the Royal Palace. The room was reserved for Elisha, the captain, and the few in charge of escorting Mr. and Mrs. Linus. The rest are taking accommodation in the city.

Elisha opens her mouth as she looks around her men slightly.

"I don't care, all of you, sit down."

With the permission of the chief, those gathered in the room bow down to their seats of dizziness. One empty chair is located at the window of the table. Elisha walks to her seat with Tsukatsuka and sits down.

"Well, gentlemen. Shall I begin by saying that I have travelled this far and that I have been courteous?"

"It's true."

"You may take a ride on the carriage, but we're horseback riding. It rubs my legs."

In the words of the captain, one voice after another flies from the captains under his command. Even so, there's no evil feelings there. There was a backward harmony between words, like what children were saying with a sense of joking with each other.

In contrast, Deputy Commander Alfred coughs up.

"Gentlemen, don't make extra tea. And this one is our captain. I was wondering what it would be like to call her sister."

"Kah, you're still stiff. Al's husband..."

"Naturally. Because if I at least complain to myself, the discipline of this Knights will loosen everywhere.... and call me vice president."

"Well, let's just say we leave Al's novel with the usual"

Leaving Salari and his deputy without the hard work, Elisha continues.

"So shall we hear the report? Have you checked this mansion gently? Is there anything unusual?

"There isn't."

I couldn't get my hair in for a while, and four voices returned in a different tone.

One of the captains says on behalf of the four.

"Regardless, thorough family searches are difficult today alone, and only a limited part of what we've investigated. Nevertheless, we focus on looking at rooms like those used by our Lord. As a result, there is no room at this stage for assassinations, abductions, or brainwashing."

"As well to the right"

"Me, too."

"Phew...? Does that mean that the Viscount, he really just came all the way here to welcome his brother?

Shake the hair tied to the ponytail gently like a toy. It was Elisha's habit when thinking. I heard Alfred make a strange look at the trick.

"Are you not convinced, Captain?

"I'm not very convinced. Turius Ovenil is the kind of guy who fights that grandfather to win a trial. Be familiar with the dark conspiracies behind you. What makes you think nothing and come to see your political enemies?"

"The captain doubted the Viscount, so come?

"Oh.... don't leak it to Mrs. Simone, okay? She seems to favour her brother-in-law."

"For once, may I ask your rationale?

The Knights of Beauty snorts at the Deputy Commander's fallen in love inquiry.

"Such things are easy. Look at your background after the Viscount took office. Wouldn't that be a brilliant spot of dirt? There used to always be a bad smell in the slave slaughter rhetoric, and once a bad boy was taken by his father to demonize him. Normally, I wake up one or two important things that catch the attention of the crowd. but he's basically only reacting to tricks from political opponents."

"Repentance, the possibility that you have corrected your predisposition -"

"There isn't. How old is he? Eighteen have become lords, and now they are twenty years old. At the end of the day, you're not old enough to contain yourself completely. It is young that any saint prince cannot help but rub. Not to mention a heretic infamous [Slave Killer]. If you take control of the lord, you will surely serve something."

The honey of power is sweet, and youth neglects the hoop to temptation. A man who continued to kill slaves on the loose, even in the position of a warrant, held the power to rule a region while he was young. If something doesn't happen, that's the anomaly.

"Ha ha, it's not convincing when you say you're currently progressing and youthful, is it?

One of the captains breaks his hip when he says so. Elisha continued unattended.

"That's what I'm saying. There is no suspicion on the contrary... Damn, I'm a conspiracy theorist. Even Lavalle's grandfather is a good regional lord who eats you a cup? Okay, well, what kind of absurd face is hidden behind that harmless little boy's face?"

"So, as the Marquis claims, you think he's the main culprit of the Wang Du Great Fire?

"There's no proof, though. Looking only at the results, last year's big fire carries that boy conveniently. The mob has beeped up, the city has been burned, and the politically unstable Wang capital is not convenient for local nobles to stay. So to get out and go home is an excuse to dress up. He was wounded in the hands of an assassin who was not there. Thanks to this, Lavalle's grandfather suffered the minor flaw of being suspected of assassination, and the mutters were told that he was also the main culprit of arson, etc. What do you say? Everything works in the Viscount's favor."

"He was stabbed and suffered a life-threatening wound, right? There was no such thing as a hesitant wound when it came to doing selfies."

"That's a stupid question."

It was literally a laughing reply with my nose.

"There's someone beside him who might be able to do that, isn't there? He's a former great adventurer, and he seems to be separating the human body from the mountains with a single stick of [Slave Killer]."

"Uni of [Silver Wolf]. One of the protagonists of the trial commotion, is it?"

The deputy commander said to roar. The Kingsguard knights, who are also the most elite in the kingdom, are unlike any other knighthood like the salon of the noble Bonbon. We do not see the demons, which are a common threat to mankind, and the power of adventurers fighting against them. Regardless of the sweet First Knights, whoever has spoken a word about being able to put it back on there in the second place of meritocracy will be kicked out within the day.

"It's an exception in the process of being given two names in the C-rank. You'll be able to stand up."

"Surely it would be possible for her to bear the deep hand not to die."

"In addition, as far as the Viscount's standing behavior today is concerned, it's not even the wind that suffered from his physical disability. Stabbed and painfully helpful by a life-targeting assassin, he succeeds in walking away from the home of his political enemies under the merit of his injuries, and even leaves no sequelae. Whoa, what luck is this?

"Right."

"Sister is right, you stink too much."

The other captains also agreed profoundly with Elisha's words. They often leave the Wang capital to hustle and bust up the martial arts, but they are former Kingsguards for the purpose of protection. We are taught so much about the threat of assassination that we do not like it, and we know the figure of those who suffer handwounds in action and groan in the prognosis. Think of them, how frigid the Turius assassination riots were last year.

"At any rate, there is no physical evidence."

"How about we bring in former Counts of Cartan and Lady Josephine, as well as the witnesses from the example trial? There is no evidence left of the assassination disturbance, but if you are at trial -"

"Such a thing, that conspirator would have already tried. But it's no use. The High Court has already shaken up in an effort to solve the brainwashing. Even if I try to cover it up now, I'm late for the deposition. The losing side made a scene again... and I'm sure that's what they think."

"But brainwashing nobility is a felony. If it's true, if you're talking about the High Court and Fumiko..."

As the Deputy Commander put it, brainwashing to nobility is a felony as heavy as assassination. If you do poorly, such as twist and bend the will of others, you will disrupt society more than assassination. That couldn't have been seen.

But Elisha waves flickering so that she can retreat from the theory.

"I told you I was late for my deposition, didn't I? Now Turius Ovenil is protected by a faction that even incorporates that Dordolan border uncle. If you poke them bad, they'll raise their voices in protest. It's a fabrication, wet clothes, this must be a Lavalle conspiracy. Then they can't compete with the decentralists because of their centralist hatred. Because we're both enemies of Grandpa. If you do poorly, it's a civil unrest that extends to exercising strength. In order to do so, we need to cut off from the factions."

"- Sure, the unbrainwashing costume and magic didn't work."

No matter what you think, nobles are unlikely to associate themselves with men who are abominable as [cannibals] etc. They just think they're brainwashed, but I actually tried to make contact, and they didn't respond to every procedure for brainwashing. Otherwise, Turius and others would have been sent to the execution table.

So why did they pair up with Turius Shrounan Ovenil? That's what we all don't see. I went in and asked him, and he said it was pear rubble. Turn the word around and roll it in the smoke, or do you think that's an unspeakable stiff?

"What kind of man is that? That Viscount."

"Why did you ask me to accept such a man's welcome?

Alfred says as he holds his temples and makes sure he gets a headache.

It was Elisha's words that crushed the chances of getting rid of Turius. Without it, you must have been able to get rid of that monster to Marlan. I know the danger and why I look at it.

"It will be decided. To find him, Al."

Elisha said so softly.

"Grandpa, the kingdom's best sleeper, was defeated so flashly last year because he was ignorant about that boy's manipulation and incomprehensible about his purpose. Explore it and grab it even at one end of the secret. If we don't, things will just get worse. The kingdom can be a feather that is eroded by [man-eating snakes] from the inside out. The only way to prevent it is to jump into the other person's nose, even if it is somewhat risky. It's like a power recon."

"Is the second strongest Kingsguard in the kingdom a reprimand for the whole serpent nobility? It's a tough story like your sister's."

"No, hey! Ha ha."

The captains laugh as the captain breaks, quickly. If they are knights and warriors, and praise them for fighting and dying, they should simply praise the courageous leader. But not as Alfred, the responsible deputy commander.

"We as well as the Counts are on the road, are we?

"Oh, they're on the road, too."

Elisha's response sounded even cold.

"Originally speaking, an issue throughout the Count Ovenil family. It was the fall of my lord and brother, Uncle Linus, who made it all the way to the problem of the whole kingdom. If you think about it, you want me to decide how ready I am to be personal, right?

Sure, this wouldn't have happened if Linus hadn't made Turius a Viscount or something. He said he dared to let the demise be committed and used it as a pretext for cutting, but wasn't the quote too sweet? Given the current state of affairs, it would have been better to put an end to it sooner rather than later, despite the stigma of killing brothers.

"... the Countess is just about right. Because I'm in such danger because of my husband's fault."

"That's why I don't like to marry a bad man. The woman will be harmed without any blame. There's nothing more to it."

That's how the woman who kicked her parents' decided engagement and became a knight shudders.

And he let go of his own hair, which he was squeezing at hand.

"Nevertheless, I can't even be so outrageous as to make it look like a killer. Uncle Linus Ovenil has some sights inside. Protect him as best you can."

"Well, it would also be a breakdown for the Kingsguard to fail to make an escort."

"I'll take care of that. My team is beside my uncle."

And when one captain said, the courtesy of that chest sounded clear. It is a comm magic courtesy.

"- Excuse me. It's me, what happened?... right. Keep going. If there's a change, let me know each time, okay? Bye."

"From your uncle's escort?

"Yes, thank you. You seem uncomfortable in a couple fights. The Count said he went for a walk of distraction."

White air drifts indoors.

The man who was so hustling about the threat of Turius is going defenseless. From the side of the escort, it's not easy.

"Of course, my men are tailing me not to be distracted..."

"Hands loose. I can't satisfactorily protect the yin confession alone. Hurry up, if you don't have enough hands, you go yourself. I'll go to the lady who stayed in the hall."

"Ha!"

To Elisha's immediate detentions, the captain of the subordinate accepts the order with a salute without question. There was a satisfying grin on his mouth. There are no shards of subordination used in jaws by women as different in age as fathers and daughters. Ning Ro, I wonder if this is there. I could even look at the pride of our captain.

The seriousness of the Second Knights' loyalty to their own heads is finally famous. The first knights groaned, "Second, those who name knights are not the subjects of His Majesty the King Charles, but servants of the queen of Barbastle," but in the first half, the twins are not exaggerated in any way with respect to the second half of the horn.

Anyway, strength is what this Knights is all about. Old and young, no men, no women at all. The motto is not to obey the best knights. With that in mind, what dissatisfaction do you have with getting her, the talented lady who rose to the head as the youngest and only female leader?

The queen, full of fierce men, laughs belligerently.

"Come on, let's go. Hurry up, you can't defenselessly escort them for a moment."

"Of course. Come on, sister!

"So I'm not talking about the captain - oh, that's good enough..."