Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"Come on, brother! Let's go with your work well today!

A bunch of paperwork is put on the desk with a voice in a refreshing condition that is unpleasant. In the living room of the Vordan Hall, it is a sight that has become completely familiar in the last few days.

Linus glanced at Turius, who kept his sticky glitter as he raised his face with a fed up look.

"... Now what? What kind of paperwork is that?

"It's a plan to build streets, connecting Marlan to all parts of the state. Since the development of our territory is in progress for many minutes, it will be essential to develop the infrastructure to support logistics. Nevertheless, it will be a big business, so you will have to get loans from multiple merchants, and it will affect first and all of the state, so you will need your brother's permission."

Roll all over the stands with water, and tie in as much as you want to read.

When I reluctantly opened the paperwork and checked the contents, it contained a plan that was unintentionally dodgy.

"Are you stupid?"

Linus' response at first reading is indeed terminal.

"Isn't this plan all about our territory or stretching the streets to the land of the neighboring lords? There's more to crossing the limit."

arguing so without even hiding the bitter running tannic surface.

Linus was right, the unsolicited stretch of the street to other territories was an act of transcendence. The road has a huge impact not only on the economy but also on defence. In the unlikely event that the forces of another country commit a territory, what happens if there was a route there that connects them to the rest of the world? Naturally, the scourge of war instantly spreads all over the place. For once, although the attacked side also has advantages such as gathering and speeding up the movement of forces, the idea of fear of the aforementioned dangers prevails on this continent. Strategies such as replenishment planning and force placement will also be revisited. It's not a good thing to be on your own under the authority of a single Viscount because this is all the impact it has.

But Turius, who was told it, said this with a cheerful face.

"Yeah, that's why I'm trying to be my brother."

It's something the Viscount can't do, so he wants to help the Count. That's what Linus decides.

"Play. Same thing you tried to do to me. When it comes to the Count's authority, such is the case..."

"Brother."

Turius embarks on himself, uncomfortably blocking the word of the Lord. Linus couldn't help but breathe in his floating delightfully narrowed, frigid, cold eyes.

"Then why don't we talk to your friend from the top?"

"What, to?

To the meaning of the word, it becomes abrupt.

This abominable man tells the people who can move the country connected to Linus - to take it down with the centralists.

It is true that what the Viscounts and Counts cannot do will also make it possible to become totalitarian marquises who are suppressing central politics. Pipes to each ministry, handouts to the court, and royal authority in the back. If we mobilize them, we will not be able to develop intra-state traffic and connect them with other states.

These major projects often come with various rights. Delivery from merchants who undertake the procurement of materials and food for workers, exemption from obligations while focusing on difficult matters, etc. For a centralist who lacks territory compared to a decentralist, this is a great opportunity to get to these sweet juices.

(This guy, are you even trying to fight totalitarians through this cause?

Using a bunch of delicious rights as bait to repair a relationship with a totalitarian who was in conflict with something - not an impossible story.

There is no political ideological background to Turius. Neither his faction, which brings together the middle-doing nobles, seeks to rendezvous with the decentralists, but is only used as a barrier to protect itself from plots. Even meditating on emotional conflict would also put the choice of forming alliances with totalitarians into perspective.

... was no joke. Linus still gives to factions that are incompatible with his doctrine, all in order to get rid of the shitty bags that are in front of him. Otherwise, there is no point in joining hands with court foxes and others who seek to chop up the gods. If that were to be a reconciliation between the Turius and Totalitarians, the opportunity to clear up the hatred of the years would be lost.

Linus shook his head.

"So, there's no way I can... Lavalle's old marquis is also busily killed by the reconstruction of the Wang capital"

The voice of trembling denial even seems to speak to itself rather than to the person in front of it.

Yes, the chief of the centralist is that ravalle. He is an old conspirator who deals with Turius in the Wang capital, stains his bone marrow with remorse and makes local nobles his enemies. Even though this proposal is fascinating, there is no better way for a man to drink than Linus to endanger Turius now.

"Give him time to get involved in his business in Voldan, etc."

"No, I'm not trying to force an old man to do it either."

But Turius keeps saying things like he's ahead again.

"If you know your brother, you're not the only Marquis, are you? For example... what about Uncle Langonne or Uncle Chamberlain?

All that was spoken of were those who had a say in the centralists.

Uncle Langogne is a young gatherer in the faction. He is keen to be about one turn older than Linus, and he does not hide his pride in talent and ambition. If Lavalle and the other ancient ginseng layers were to replace them, the street maintenance project, which would be a record of foiling and could also be used for candy that would make small and large interests squash to their sides, would not be sparsely forefingered.

It's even simpler to reach Chamberlain. Array is a fluorescent creature that leans flutterly toward those with a sweet interest. He is a desperate dwarf, but he only originally turned from a decentralist, and only the size of his receipt is missing one head among the totalitarians. And he was twice as hungry for the opportunity to satisfy his own greed and then also strengthen his position.

All men who could betray the leader of a faction if they were late.

It's really clever not to raise a firm strong man such as Uncle Meerban here. It does not give a glimpse of an unabashed adult, but only focuses on the likely prey. It was a choice that would not have been possible had it not been for Wang Du's circumstances. I don't think he's a fool's brother who showed the same demeanor last year that called for Ravalle's intervention without creation.

"... dismissed"

Linus stated groaning.

"Such undertakings are important to the state. (i) It is not the Viscount's suggestion to mention"

First of all, it is as if there is no merit in this one. No, if Linus was just an Earl and a sincere subordination to the centralist, he would have welcomed it as an achievement in territorial development and building terrain within the faction. But as I have said many times, he has no intention of contributing to the current faction. I was forced into it by Lavalle's plot, so resentment is stronger than benevolence. And he was the head of the Count Ovenil family. I believe that this madman who stands in front of me undermines his honor and only by killing him will he snow his insults.

You know that or not,

"Oh. Really?"

Turius doesn't look comfortable even when he kicks a suggestion that even goes as far as a grand plan. He has a flat, unchanging grin, not surprisingly.

... Whatever, that was a funny look.

"Really, it's not!

Bang, sounds like chopping your ear off.

If I had noticed, my palms would have been slapped on my desk.

"I told you, know the limits! That means give yourself up! You don't have to think about a big deal when it comes to my subordination!

Gasping and gasping, flying bubbles from the corner of your mouth.

I can't indulge in boiling anger. If you open your mouth, the anger will burst out, and you can't stop it if you want to. I can't stand this abominable man in front of me.

I wanted to punch Turius in the face with outrage. I wanted to smash my front teeth, crush my nose, and choke my eyes with these fingers. But that is not possible. However inferior, the opponent is also a nobleman, and Linus is more punished if he commits an assault. In addition, this man is wearing multiple defensive costumes, and his constant strength does not scratch any of them.

Besides,

"Calm down, Count"

A woman who had been silent in the corner of the room until now accidentally raised her voice.

"It's a good idea to give a sermon to your brother, but it's also an idea to lose too much time, right? I guess reprimand means it only works according to reason."

Elisha Rosmond Barbastle. Kingsguard knight who has accompanied him from the king's capital at the mercy of Lavalle.

Linus finds herself about to lose me in front of such a third party and becomes flabbergasted.

"Wow, I..."

What were you doing?

He had changed his blood phase, hit things, raised his voice and yelled and scattered. I didn't expect you to be exposed to such madness.

Elisha turns back to Turius, whilst sighing small at the faded Linus.

"Hi, I hear the Earl isn't a good addition or subtraction today. What do you say, Viscount? We'll discuss politics again."

This woman doesn't have the authority to decide that. This is a matter of the Count Ovenil family, which deposits the land of the ancestral tradition of Voldan, and I did not want to be pinched in the mouth by a single knight.

But now I hated being face-to-face with Turius more than that. It's usual to be uncomfortable seeing your stupid brother, but that's especially terrible this summer.

I have no choice but to rely on the chair to affirm it. In fact, I was feeling fatigued to the point where stretching my spine was also daunting.

"... Hi Sir Barbastol seems to be right. More than that, it's a hundred million bucks to talk. Turius, you stay back... no, go back to Marlan."

Unfortunately, I lay down my life. I can't stand this guy standing under the same roof any more.

"Oh, do you mind?

I'm about to leak my tongue again to Turius, who's going to check it out white.

"I am saying good...... go back to your territory and be inspired by your duties. If you need anything, call from me. All right?"

"If that's what my brother says. Tomorrow, too."

"By the end of today!

"-Okay, by the end of the day, right?

Unfortunately, he yelled again, but now Turius the boulder also attracted some expression. I feel my stomach heal slightly, but I notice that I have also exposed myself to the lack of yarn. The deduction of the mood was, in the end, negative.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Put that down and shut up and drop him off. It is also offensive to see the suspicious face of the escort, who apparently refrained from outside the room.

When the door closed, Elisha called Linus with a slightly frightened face.

"May I, Count? Even if I return my brother."

"... don't ask now"

Naturally, it's not good. The directive given by Lavalle is intended to stop Turius from managing the territory. Even though he came from the other side with a surprise, it would be a bad idea to return the person who became an object in the missouri's own medicine cage.

But Linus was already the limit of patience.

More than that unpleasant evening of supper has dawned, Turius is pushing himself over to this office day after day.

I'd like to talk to you about tax rates for the current fiscal year, but I'd like to borrow wisdom about disputes between villages across territorial borders, or bring in new policies like today, or talk about politics is a prelude. Like when this one showed frustration.

"Brother, if your feelings are blocked, why don't you blame one horse and roll it out farther? I'll give it to you too! Why don't you take out your bow and hunt? Sometimes, brothers, you don't want to get out of the water, do you?"

And it's the end of a generous proposal.

I want Turius to die bracketed in my neck before I suggest a distraction, because it is his fault that blocks my mind.

I remember some unpleasant memories lately and nearly sank again. Whipped by a shriveled heart, Linus turns back to Elisha.

"I guess it doesn't matter...... as long as you sit back in Vordan like this, it's indispensable for the pretext of calling Marlan's Ah Guy"

Say, pointing to the mountains on the desk and the documents and letters stacked on it.

A petition from the villages in the territory for a tax collection plan for the fall, proposals for policies… all of which will be a great name for calling my brother at Linus's discretion. There are deficiencies in the documents submitted, so let me ask you more about this part of the policy. I just returned it to you until my feelings settled, and it doesn't have much effect.

but the disrespectful lady knight didn't even hide her suspicious gaze.

"Cheng Cheng, excuses will be indispensable...... do you feel like calling him out to you?

……

He pokes at me where it hurts.

Calm your rough feelings once and call here again after you are physically and mentally ready. I insisted that I would re-compartmentalize it, but when did it bother me? Linus himself didn't even know.

If this was about a way to kill that demon under a single break, even he would have been strong enough to serve as a stooper. But this time I can't see the prospect of Lavalle pulling a thread behind me. Even during this territorial downturn, the Viscount and I will sometimes consult with each other, to the extent that we have hinted at a stopping measure in the way that we have taken it around. In other words, if Linus feels that way - if he doesn't, to be precise - he can't leave Turius alone or be more than satisfied.

But if you can't work and you don't mind further isolation within your faction,

"... I don't feel comfortable with you. This is a problem in my house."

As I said, I realized for myself that it was a painful excuse.

Measures against third-party leaders standing between totalitarians and decentralists. There's no way that's a problem for the whole family. Because that is why I came to this land with the intention of the Totalitarian leader.

But the woman who was supposed to be in a position to fingerprint it stayed slightly sighed.

"Well, good. If that's what my uncle says, I'll do that."

Leaving Linus, who told Russia he wanted to be alone, Elisha leaves the room.

In the hallway, Alfred Prudelmachet, deputy head of the Second Knights, was waiting for her in his absence.

"Captain, how did you see the addition and subtraction of the Count?

"Sorry."

Her response is terminal. The rubbish of rhetoric had nothing to do with this woman. So every time I need a ceremony or something like that, this vice president becomes a struggling feather.

Elisha continued, to her men who inspired the bitter laughter.

"I hear that brother of mine has always given me a scary look. Just talking to him makes me infinitely nervous."

"Ha. When you do, is it like a disease that a recruit suffers?"

"I guess."

What Alfred says is an intact to Simone, which took place in the bedroom after an example supper. I don't think anyone in person knows - something she doesn't, but I've already forgotten Linus himself, to be exact - but it was a well-known fact in the Second Knights. Since the backward purpose of coming to the land was to prevent the Turius conspiracy from spreading to Mr. and Mrs. Linus, protection was also placed outside the bedroom.

"A man who trimmed reason with his life spreads a woman to his opponent's radical cot in order to quell the nervous audience. It's common for those unfamiliar with the battlefield. It's pathetic that the Count, who doesn't know the battle, is in such a state of affairs."

My subordinates beside me pull their cheeks into a slang that I don't even think is an unmarried lady. It wasn't a bad thing for a woman to be tolerant of a man's period, but it was also an idea to be too dawn clear.

"If it sounds pathetic, it would accompany such a depression without understanding why, Countess."

"I feel sorry for her, too. I can't even hold my shoulder completely."

That's what Elisha says and walks out. I have to tell that poor lady what to do. Somehow, the man his woman is counting on will be kicked out of this hall.

Mrs. Simone Merrier Ovenill, a poor woman who made a pact just for the stock of the conspiracy. There can be no forbidden sympathy over it, but on the other hand, is there not one end in Simone that has cornered the spirit of the Count? That's what Elisha knew.

That woman blames Linus for forcing her untruthful marriage, but whatever the degree, it's common in aristocratic societies, such as vain and lucrative weddings. If you dislike it so much that you resist your husband and refuse it, you'll end up in a family or something. Not to mention Simone lost her parents' home in the fire last year. I wonder if Linus's attitude would have changed if he had made it look somewhat moist and cute.

No matter, it's not a reason Elisha's like a woman could have said, having a past where she ran away because she hated political marriage. Because he is aware of it, he does not speak much about it.

While we're at it, we get to Simone's room.

"Oh, Mr. Elisha! Good, you need me!

The lord of the room greeted her with a voice that seemed to float in the heat.

"I don't know, Mrs. Simone. Is your body not good? Don't overdo it, so lay down."

Since the day after the example, Simone had been in a separate room from her husband when she said she was ill. If it is a dangerous disease, there is no reason to be infected.

Of course, it's a pseudo disease. He would be refusing to put his bedding together with his badly behaved husband.

When she gave a disgraceful look for a moment, she honestly followed Elisha's recommendation and laid herself in bed.

"Listen, Mr. Elisha? He had another fight with Lord Turius."

"Oh. Nothing to ask, because I was present."

"Well! So you do that in front of a guest? Really, when that guy..."

Simone curls up in such a way as not to be angry. The tone was floating, but its slender hands held the sheets tight as they clasped.

I'm scared.

Simone is frightened by the current situation in which Turius, with a common enemy named Linus, has been expelled and left under one abusive husband.

She kept talking indefinitely, as if to exhale that anxiety.

"Sir Turius said so. Rely on Mr. Elisha while you're gone. He's a fine knight, the same woman, so he'll definitely help his sister-in-law in need!

"Well... Really?"

"Yes, it is."

I've been listening, but I think Elisha would say a lot of appropriate things.

I didn't remember you saying or doing anything to buy a rating that far from Turius. Ning Ro, even throwing a few provocative words in tow in an attempt to pull out the true meaning of hiding beyond the thin grin. Otherwise, as much as we had an administrative conversation about the armaments of the territory, mainly.

I don't think I've earned the kind of trust that you would have entrusted my sister-in-law with while I was away.

If possible, in a short conversation, you have just insight into the material Elisha decides is no good at roughing Simone up, or

(You only think about this lady to the extent that you don't mind leaving it to any horsebone, right?)

Possibility that she calmed down by saying something appropriate to appease a woman in a nasty mental state for the first time. It seems more likely that way.

From what I've seen, a man named Turius Shrounan Ovenil is a monster of safekeeping. That outrageous act only comes on the table to such an extent that it does not touch the law even if it makes you flatter your face, such as the slaughter of slaves. A fatal suspicion, such as the one about the Great Fire in Wangdu, does not let him grab his tail. In the example trial disturbance, he used a vicious means of brainwashing, but now he defended himself by forming a faction that would become a third pole before being pursued.

I mean such a man. This is also probably an action to protect Simone while not going into the delicate position of a woman as a brother and sister-in-law.

Elisha showed the thought without even giving it a bite.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. It is also in the protection that reassurances the hearts of those who are protected. Then there's no one in this country to my right."

"Well, that's dependable"

Looking at Simone leaking her breath like she was relieved, I think.

After all, she and Linus are alike. Together, we are proud and educated, and we cannot bend ourselves like that. It is homogeneous but therefore repulsive, causing injury.

If anything had happened that would have been a cut-off for either one of us to walk over, this would not have happened.

If Linus apologizes to her at all or puts his guilt on the table when that plot-filled marriage is decided, for example. That way Simone might not have had to blame him hard either.... but can that highly tempered young countess show her own weakness against a woman who hasn't been around long since she met?

Or if Simone had spotted the person fairly during his first encounter with Turius without rebellion against her husband. That could have given Linus some peace of mind, as well as a companion that would have made his enemies alike.... But it would also be difficult to say that a woman who was treated and wounded as a conspiracy pawn could not be placed at the target of that mastermind in recoil.

Two men and women tied together hanging apart from each other. All I see is dark clouds ahead of me.

(Still)

Still, the lives of two young people are long. And the marriage I've walked through still leaves a few months to celebrate the year.

Even if it's stubborn at its worst now, some eyes will turn around if there's a big cut.

As for Elisha, I hope so. She didn't think she hated Linus or Simone together.

Whatever.

There's no way that demon could have prepared such sweet muscles.

My angry brother kicked me out at a time I'm not sure what it is, and then driving the carriage at night for two days. We had finally arrived at Marlan's residence.

I'm home.

"Welcome home, my lord. You'll be back soon, won't you?

Rubel, who showed up to pick me up, says it doesn't seem surprising. It's about this guy, so I guess I could have guessed for myself about what it was like to be successful. Then you wouldn't have to bother asking.

I open my mouth as I unwrap my shoulders, which became completely elaborate on my carriage journey. [M]

"Thanks to you. Brother, when I went up, I had a really intense seizure... I was just having a meeting about my affairs, so why are you so angry?"

"I'm sure it is."

It was Viktor who followed me when I said that with a clear face.

"Not only did you get suggestions that go beyond your authority, but you also made sure that you knew about the information in your faction. If you were my little brother, you'd have trembled."

"I'm telling you, Viktor."

I turned back unexpectedly.

"Isn't it you who set up this measure? [M] What are you corrupting my brother by deciding what looks irrelevant?"

"No. I also had information gathered by Rubel, so it's very, very important for me to insist on being alone."

I pointed the water lightly at him and he replied like he had eaten such a person.

Yes, it was Viktor and the others who came back to Marlan in a good and troublesome way. This return of my brother is a blatant stepping stone, from the centralist to me. Plus, I'm gonna be honest with you. I made you think of a way to lose your foot in a way that doesn't have anything to do with this one, but I didn't think this would work either.

"Where the Count fears His Excellency's shadow, your lady hates bugs and snakes. Every day, every day, if we looked at each other under the most pretext, we would always raise our roots."

Rude. Assuming you turn to your boss. What is a bug or snake? Sure, the family crest is a snake, but isn't that the same for my brother?

It's getting kind of uninteresting, so I decide to change the subject early.

"Well, I don't care about this foot loss operation over here. It's the other one that's at the heart."

If you're on your way out of Voldan, say it, it's a mess. If I had to, I would leave the research to Seyce and the others, and I wouldn't mind a relaxing summer vacation and a spill on the plateau. Still, it's a delightful miscalculation to have been able to keep the loss of time to a minimum.

"So can we get to you soon?

"Of course. This one is due until my brother returns to Wang Capital. We need to finish this in a big hurry. If he gets upset and wants to go home, I'm in trouble."

"It won't be there."

I don't see any signs of moving even though they flushed my medals lightly, and Viktor assures me confidently.

"He seems to be doing very well. You won't be able to leave the state capital, at least until you've checked the documents you submitted. One drink this summer."

"Hmm? I guess that's what it is."

"A boulder is a victor, a way to think. Dada didn't draw that old man's blood."

"Phew, stop but good rubber.... I'll kill you, sir."

After a heartwarming conversation with the ministers, I speeded up my journey to the lab.

"Uni, give me an example."

"Yes. Your husband"

Hand me a handkerchief wrapped in a handkerchief while I walk. What emerged from inside was a tightly sealed test tube. The lid of the mouth is tightly plugged and the interior is filled with plenty of culture fluid so that it doesn't even hate the presence of air.

This is it. I went all the way to Voldan to get this from my brother.

"That was worth all the work. I didn't think you'd do it from day one."

"Yeah, it was a total surprise."

Or even if I didn't do anything extra, I might have had a chance to get this from him... well, fine. It's better if you think what you've done has paid off, and it's better mental health.

As I gently scowl through the objects in my hand, Dooe peeps in with a smelly face from across.

"Is that why the Count's...?

"What are you talking about in embarrassment? Well, certainly not a substitute to call out loud."

"Yes, that's good, nothing.... By the way, didn't you notice how well it was done? If I serve drugs badly, I'm going to be hooked up with the venom detection costume."

Dooe has been asking questions to mislead shame, even though he would be used to seeing his stuff scattered.

But it's something that's off-the-shelf.

"I didn't use any medicine. I just had a good meal for my health. Hey, uni?

"Yes. Fish dishes in appetizers with Anguille. Sauce with its living blood in the soup of a spoon. And I was wondering if the dessert chocolate had a slight effect on my mood."

Actually wielding a knife, she said it was all hard with water on the stand. but even if you hear that, Dooe doesn't seem to be coming pin to pin much.

I can't help it, shall I just explain a little bit more?

"You know, Dooey. Even the booze you empty with Kapakapa every night, if you drink it, you get drunk, and if you drink too much, you get poisoned and you die, right?

"Ooh?

"But the venom detection courtesy doesn't react to alcohol. It's the same thing. Ingredients that are neither poisonous nor medicinal, but that have physical or mental effects. I just cooked and fed them with them. No wonder."

In short, the ability to detect a courtesy is limited to something that can have a serious impact in small quantities. If the costume seems to malfunction every time a toast is made because too much drinking is poisonous, the liquor store is up for business.

And there are many things that we usually consume that can be poisoned if we overdose them. Salt, sugar, fat, of course, and water can cause fatal poisoning symptoms if you drink too much for a short period of time. There are also stories of vitamins that are treated like the epitome of things that are good for the body, and that the amount in the gut of a hockey bear is lethal to humans. That's why I care so much about regular meals and drinking water. "This, it's poison!" What a courtesy to react, there would be no such thing as a magician.

"That night, the dish that Uni made was nothing but a good meal for the body, with fine sperm and better blood circulation. It's just that, you know, you could get too well and lose patience more than usual. Of course, I was suspicious that it would only work, so I brought in more ingredients than I needed and pushed them on the original cook. For a while, they'll put the same ingredients on the table."

Damn, why do you have to explain such a shitty trick for so long?

Dooey speaks to me in an unexpected way when he snorts in frustration.

"... hey, are you in a bad mood right now?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I feel really bad when I think about what I'm going to do."

As I said, I swallowed the sample in my hand. I need a replacement that Uni picked up from the laundry that morning.

He is inherently highly anaerobic and quickly dies in the outside air. It is in a state where it is forced to live and extend its life with magic and psychotropic drugs. I must use it before it expires.

To be precise, it's not what you do that makes you feel heavier, it's all after you do it. Surely you will be able to inflict pain on your brother or Lavalle's grandfather, and no direct damage to this one equals. But it was depressing now, considering all the troubles that would surely arise.

"Well, fine. Shall we get rid of the bad stuff soon?"

"Yeah, that would be nice."

Pushed by the comforting voice raised by his squire beside him, I vowed to finish a job I didn't care about.