Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Summer is over.

The carriage carrying Linus and the others is now running down the streets of the nostalgic King's capital, Brosenne. When I let my affairs in the land go, I left the knights stationed on the land, and they returned to Shirasa and the king's capital.

Yes, he came back.

My first days in Voldan since I was born, I still couldn't wipe out the kind of uncomfortable feeling that I had slept in someone else's house. A strange room, a first time meeting a subordinate, an unfamiliar terroir, an unparalleled wildness that I feel from everyone I meet. Which makes me very uncomfortable. A stay of about February had made me sick and tired of living in the country.

Linus thinks he is a man of the king's capital. It is in fashionable clothing, music, and gorgeous blurring that I find peace. I don't even feel like I have anywhere to live outside this city. I can't even laugh about the centralists sitting in the capital. That makes me feel a little melancholy in my grief.

... After that, I couldn't call Turius again after all. It's about time, today is the day, no. Tomorrow is the day consumed in vain as we tour our thoughts. Still, when I try to make up my mind, I get a face in my head that makes that man's chest worse, and I learn to hesitate. In doing so, when did it get out of time?

(That grandfather would just get loud...)

Even though it was a false hint, I violated Lavalle's instructions. I cannot insist that it was not a clear instruction, but I am also reluctant to suspect that it is included among the best conspirators in the kingdom.

I figured out how to deal with it...... I stopped right away.

The fatigue that rests firmly on his shoulders takes his strength away from him, who should be young.

It is unscrupulous to ask Turius to deal with it as he carries out his duties at the base and during his return. However, we must look at the problems that have piled up during our absence, and we must also connect our faces with the leading players in the land. There are countless more cumbersome jobs called local lords than you can imagine.

Tiredness stained with nerve-using work and long journeys causes Linus to give up his thoughts. Anyway, I wanted to go home to the mansion. I wanted to dive into bed and devour my sleep for a while. Unusual for him to be serious, lazy thoughts are beginning to occupy his head.

And, woman.

During his stay, Simone finally openly refused to be one of them. At first, I had divided the room to declare that I had suffered from the disease, but for some reason I would not try to return to the couple's bedroom after they had healed. It was a phony disease. When he found out, Linus laid Simone furiously. There was no resistance. I just remember her under herself pouring a cold eye over here like she was staring down. He shriveled with it.

He had no choice but to pick a few maids. There was, of course, the backwardness of iniquity, but before that Linus and a young man. Before the fruit that falls if you touch it, it is not so withered that you can bear to sleep alone. In other words, it is seeking such roles to align the maidens with the female servants. The aristocratic society should have tolerated it fully. Regardless, if a child could be made before a full wife, the face of his wife and companions would also be crushed. I'd crush him with my own fists if I could, like Simone or Lavalle's face.

But I didn't get satisfaction. Surely things can be done without delay. Every night unnaturally spared her the mind and mind to daunt, and she was free from the days she couldn't sleep until morning. But there's not enough liberation there. It is an unsavory exchange that just spits out what you can't help but enjoy. It was like filling a hunger with cheap confectionery. The results are similar, although I have tried changing women several times to see if the person I chose is bad.

(Again, if it's not me)

What I recall is the face of a slave who should be waiting for him in the Mansion of the King's Capital.

It doesn't smell dull, it doesn't bother me, and there's no point in my appearance jumping through and catching my eye. But she is a woman who devotes herself to herself. He is a slave who lives only to satisfy him, without rejection as Simone did, and without showing lust as the maids did.

Submissive eyes that accept silently any manipulation. Cute obedient lips. A body that soothes and diligently devotes its fierceness. Trying to get a few other women through this journey, trying to paint them behind their eyelids in various ways. I almost even leaked a sigh by accident.

The comfort of looking for that skin that has been away from my fingers for a long time may be similar to the thought of being in love.

(... just for tonight, it's not a bad idea to try to change your taste a little)

Distracted, I think so.

For example, why don't you just hold him gently once? What if I praised you for protecting me from home, and you just reached out today without beating or cursing me?

Would you be happy? Am I confused? Will it disturb? Is it not enough?

In any case, it is an arrangement that shows signs of satisfaction even when treated roughly by hand. For a moment, you may deliberately coarsely resemble your desire for punishment.

Imagine, but it was delightful.

"Phew..."

When I unconsciously leaked a grin, I heard a rattle.

It's Simone. Linus laughed at me, and I heard he was so confused about what he was doing. This woman's been doing this all these days. If you push him down, he'll look back at you with contempt, but when he doesn't, he'll react like he was frightened of Linus' every move. It's like a halibut, to say the least. If you touch it, it will stab you back, but you are just a timid little animal who fears even being approached by its fruit.

Get away from the cute figurine and take in the view of the longtime King's Capital, which stretches out the window. Reconstruction from the Great Fire a year ago also proceeded, and from the front streets we see no remnants of the tragedy. Still, if you turn to a lonely section, it's a burning, vivid residential trace. You'll see it's a big, spreading favela. but that's a few more years too. With urban planning combined with reconstruction, once burned cities should be more successful and restore beautiful landscapes.

Linus had driven all the seeds of melancholy out of his brain and was drowning in the appearance of the city he loved and the woman who would be waiting for him.

At dusk, it was creepy silence that greeted the carriage that arrived at the residence of Wang Du.

Linus is surprised as he disembarks like he cut his paralysis. Even though he was accompanied by ministers in some territorial downturns, he also left about a residual role in this mansion. If it is the return of the Lord, they will come out before the gate and welcome him.

Even so, only silence responds to the horse's hissing when he stops. The main house of the Ovenil family was quiet so that there was no one child.

"What do you mean, this?

When the grump also stares at the deacon in the open, this one returns with a confused body, stiff as a victory.

"Wow, I don't know. I should have written to you in advance on the date of your return..."

"You're absolutely right, aren't you?

"Yes. No doubt, I wrote down my plans."

The squire accompanying him throughout the journey replied, sweating his face wet.

Then what is the quiet state of this hall? Is it true that all the voicemailers fled at night? Even such a ridiculous imagination comes to mind.

"... at last, didn't they give up their love?

In a ghostly or thin voice, Simone says. It's been a long time since I've heard such sarcasm, but of course it can't seem to please me.

"Don't be stupid"

Linus cut a word down and threw it away.

He was cutting open to his wife, who was hanging on to the gloomy realm through stubbornness these days. The habit of having conversations with Elisha and the like restore the brightness of the past when she is in this condition with her husband also prevents her from having epilepsy.

Pushed back by frustration and confusion, as well as the chills of the early fall evening, Linus proceeded to walk to the hall. It is an act to the detriment of the Lord, such as walking through the front door without a ministerial welcome. I said, I couldn't wait for the guys who didn't even know when to show up, and I was shaking cool.

I'll punish you plenty later for leaving me alone. I do not intend to do so with a life-tempering procedure such as cutting salaries. Let's beat him out after he's been whipped. Then he turned the spin and served the public. Because it would be a good shame if Iloha, who entertains her husband, could also serve in other houses as a former minister, such as an unknown squire.

Open the front door as the bumps and dissatisfaction sound.

Inside the mansion, it was dark. The lighting is not lit. Only the sun setting from the window served as a hard source of light.

It's like a haunted mansion, but there's no dust in the air you breathe. It is proof that people had their hands in the cleaning etc. Until very recently, ministers and housekeepers would have managed the mansion well. So why don't you show yourself? Now it seems that the people who kept him away disappeared when Linus was on the steps to return.

"Whoa! Is anybody out there?

Raise your voice, but all that comes back is . Again, nobody shows up.

When he sees that the candlestick is not clear, he snaps the candlestick and takes it and ignites it. The dim mansion lit a bright, unreliable light.

"... follow me"

"Ha... ha!

…………

Simone continues, leaning down like a faithful butler and infidelity, to Linus, who walked out for signs of man. My men were not in love or trust, and my wife obeyed them as horns. He is tied to the common sense of being beside his husband and is only mechanically reluctant to walk.

Either way, it didn't take long until they met someone who was in the mansion.

One room upstairs. One of the receptacles, through its door, is leaking thin and light.

"- Ha ha ha..."

Not only that, but I even heard a delightful laugh.

Linus scolds his face, which is illuminated by the candle fire, as if he had run bitterly.

(Oh, my God, those guys. Forget to welcome you to our Lord, are you playing?

For example, it was a place where there was enough to make it virtual. Speed up your gait while you're angry and stand in front of the door. And take one deep breath when your anger has gone too far. I hung my reins on the eclampsia and then opened the door.

"What are you guys doing -!?"

The difficult voice is cut off halfway through. The sight that was spreading through the room caused me to poke my mind.

There it was, not as Linus imagined, the ministers of the voicemail forgetting to play around with our Lord's return.

"Ha. What's the matter, Count Linus Ovenil? What are you exposing such a frightened face to?

On the sofa in the reception room, a nobleman was arraying the liquor cup in our face with one hand, fu by the ministers who had left him at home. He's throwing a joyful smile at me like he's laughing at the original Lord, who's taken aback at me at the door.

It was a face I knew.

He tries to add at least majesty to Brown's hair, eyes and youthful appearance, or he stores a well-groomed jaw. He is also in his thirties and mid thirties, and he can see strong softness in his grin. but the emotion behind it is arrogant pride and burning ambition, will be known to those who see.

Linus mumbled the man's name as he moaned.

"... Uncle Langogne. Why are you here?

He is a centralist nobleman, an astute flag bearer who gathers the expectations of the young crowd among them. They belong to the same faction, even though they are heartless. The number of conversations we have had is not twice or three.

However, he was not comfortable enough to allow himself to enter the absentee residence without any prior commitment and to prefer an early evening snack.

Ning Lo, your relationship with this man is close to sinister. For a young conglomerate, Langogne, is one who is younger than himself, has the same title, and is like Linus, who has a wide possession in his habitual region, is an eye-catcher. Linus' potential prowess could sufficiently threaten this man's status, even if he was wounded by his family name because of that fool's brother.

Langogne sent a glimpse to lick it up from her toenail tip to the top of her head so she could enjoy Linus's upset. It is a humble sight. Though he did not acknowledge the tongue and the ability to act, he was not highly regarded in terms of the character he concealed under his silk coat.

"Well, sit down without standing there. You must be tired from a long journey. Whoa, isn't it the wife who's there? You too, come on."

Besides, I say that with kindness.

(Don't be ridiculous, whose mansion do you think this place is...!

Driven by the urge to throw a candlestick in his hand, he was painfully successful in restraint. The opponent is even older and ahead in the faction. I can't imitate grasping the chest barn when it comes to peeling. in the belly of the business, but you should first follow the recommendations before ringing the non.

Blow out the candlestick fire and lower your hips to the opposite couch as you place it on the table. I didn't have a meeting. It is at least a protest against disrespectful behavior. Simone's had an irresistible meeting that lacked glory and then sat a little too far away next to Linus...

"Uncle Langogne, what kind of an allowance is this?

Langogne leaks a bitter laugh at an inquiry that soon warms her seat.

"Hey, can't you even skip the greeting? You're busy. Enjoy a little more elegant conversation."

"If you don't want to say hello, you should be there."

Linus gently turned his gaze to the liquor vessel held by his opponent across the table.

I drink at people's houses without saying no, and now I skip anything. It was done with that intention in mind.

"Hmm?... Oh, speaking of which, you were emptying it. I'll take your place."

"Yes, sir"

Without even paying attention, Langogne starts urging by putting up a glass.

Moreover, the housekeeper poured the liquor without hesitation upon request.

Linus' patience reached its limits as soon as possible.

"... I hear what you're going to do!

Slap both fists on the table, try to get yourself on board and bark. With anger and shock, Simone became more and more tense, distancing herself from Linus.

I don't even care about that, he goes on.

"I hear what kind of cooking simplicity it is, such as breaking into a hall in our absence, offering booze, and recommending seats on our faces!

Then he also turned his spear on the ministers standing by the illegitimate intruders.

"You too! There's so much to be uncomfortable about failing to welcome me and entertaining such people! I want to forget who your husband might be!?

"Hih!?

One of the ministers, who bathed in anger decently, stretched his spine for a moment and awed, but immediately afterwards rubbed off to Langogne with an ambiguous grin.

What is it? Linus gasped at her shoulders wondering what the situation was.

The ministers follow a man who appeared untouched, ignoring himself, and the person in question treats himself in an attitude he does not even think fit to thank.

Now... now it's like...

"- You don't seem to be treated like a nobleman, do you? Linus Strain Ovenil"

A man drinking to lick face to face showed Pittari and his insides centered.

Langogne is completely out of forgiveness. Linus' tongue and the contents of the barrage all look at this one in a prodigal manner, even though he says it's pointless.

And I said this to the outskirts.

"By the way, I wonder if you haven't noticed yet... there would have been more of them left behind in the museum's absence. Not as cramped a room as it gets if we're all here. Where did they go?"

……

"What do you mean? Uncle Langogne."

Simone opened her mouth on behalf of Linus, who was breathless and also dominated by confusion.

The opposing man answers with a worried look.

"No, no, I know it's hard to hear... but they're gone."

"... what?

"I said I quit everything except those in this room right now. Oh, you're in trouble, really."

"Such an idiot!?

Linus peeled off his eyes and slapped the table again. The boulder langogne, too, now frowns annoyingly. I felt my anger rekindle on that little look.

"It is possible that my people will leave the house without notice! It's probably a good idea to offer cod."

"Is that possible?... somehow, this is the Ovenil house."

Taste the words with the comfort of being bathed in cold water.

It was. I have not had to know in recent years, such as when there will be no one to run away from this house, and it is not unusual if ever.

The times when there was an experimental site in the basement of the mansion for that abominable heretic child. Screams, disconnects, and the sight and smell of corpses being flooded like burning dead trees that can be heard leaking every night. Those who were sick of them and retreated without showing a willingness to resign to the Lord continued to follow.

Again, Linus thought. Did Turius do something again? Are you saying that while you are on the margins of Marlan, far from the king's capital, you have done something to make people run away from this mansion?

Langogne flickers a bitter laugh at Linus, who thinks rigidly.

"Maybe you're thinking about your brother? Then let's just say it's off target."

"Huh."

A gaze of disdain hidden in a grin was poured on Linus, who accidentally rounded his eyes.

There are feelings that can't be misdirected at a reciprocal human being, like pitying a poorly made child, mocking a foolish servant.

"Shall we get down to business? In the first place, I visited here today because..."

That's what the man says, pussy and fingers.

I guess his minister, who was holding back outside, got the signal. There was a door opening behind me.

The trick and the footsteps are approaching here. Simone, looking back on something, solidified breathlessly. Linus can't move.

I had a bad feeling, a bad feeling.

If I look back here now, I feel ominous signs of ruin coming upon me. I can't move like I've been tied up with gold because I'm held on to my head by that feeling.

That was the right illusion. In fact, it was futile to refuse to turn around.

From behind, I hear a delightful woman.

"... Welcome home, Master"

Linus looks behind her as if her hair had been grabbed by that voice, shuddering with a bee. I don't like it, I can't, I don't think I should see it, but I couldn't stop my body from moving on its own.

... Ahead of looking back, the slave he had stood, supported by an accompanying man.

"Ah, ah..."

A cracked voice leaks as it rips his throat.

I can't believe the sight I'm seeing. My slave stands with a happy look on his face. That's good. But what's so unusual about it?

A belly obviously swollen in the eye, trying to push slightly, but crude, clothes. I'm pregnant. I'm in a cage. With a new life in it, whoever sees it will know.

So whose kid is it? Who is this shameless man, the unborn Earl of the Son, who sent a son with his slave?

A seeping voice of malice and superiority tells the answer to the natural question.

"- And well, this is why. Congratulations on your first child's pregnancy. Linus Ovenil, huh? Ha! Which means I'm here to congratulate you!

Patsy and an empty applause sounded.

Langogne is happy to slap his hand. Exposure to deadly scandals of human beings conferring the same faction, the same title. I am delighted at the moment with a full grin. I am all drunk and insane with the pleasure of seeing Linus exposed to ugliness in the privileged seat while savoring high liquor.

"What do you mean...?

Simone's whining, far away.

It sounded as if it was coming from a neighboring country, further from the distance that had been vacated to represent a chilled relationship.

"Oh, disrespect. That wasn't every laugh.... Oh, poor Mrs. Simone. I didn't know you'd get all sorts of worries this time of year from your wedding."

The excessively play-handed Langogne voice also thrusts his ears from right to left.

With a flashing linus, things went on without stopping.

"I know it's hard to hear, but let me explain. Linus was secretly related to the slave woman there."

"Guan, the clerk? I haven't... said I haven't even gotten a son yet!?

"It is certainly hard to believe. Even for me, the first time I heard it, I thought it was cod without roots or leaves. But just in case and while you guys were away, this looks like it.... a woman slave with a big belly, kept by a young master. It's more obvious than seeing a fire, like what happened between us, right?

"Oh, no... you're lying, Linus!?

Someone is shaking his shoulders hard. Still, Linus' gaze did not move as if he had been sucked to one point.

A woman who keeps stroking her belly so that she polishes her precious treasure. She keeps staring at Linus with a dreamy look.

Neither the gainful narrative of a stranger aristocrat, nor the figure of his real wife, who exposes himself to upset, enters consciousness, but begs his master with his gaze.

Your child is ready. [M]

Please praise me,.

I waited innocently for his word, not knowing what it meant.

"If this was at least a civilian opponent, or if your succession already stood, you could have made problems and strange faces all over your house... no slaves, no slaves. Those who have named themselves more successful than those in the folk grass will remain in the ranks of nobility, but when they come with a collar, right? Who wherefore obeyeth him that draweth the blood of animals which are kept by man? It's a matter of liberation for the entire aristocratic community. There's no way the ministers can escape knowing the facts."

Langogne was right to talk about it.

What if even after the birth of this child of slavery there is no succession between Linus and Simone? … the flow of ovenil is passed down to those who have drawn blood of an identity that can also be looked down upon from the civilian population. There is no loss of nobility that cannot be recognized as noble. It is the birth of a being that, while living, denies the preciousness of the blood that exchanges the roots of the aristocratic society. Making slaves and sons means, well, setting them up as first sons, that is, to this country, to the order of this continent itself, is an act tantamount to spitting.

"It's a terrible story, Linus. I didn't know you would marry such a beautiful bride and cause such a scandal with the help of Marquis Lavalle."

And this problem certainly spreads to Simone and Lavalle as well.

A noble maid, but a wife bedazzled her husband by slaves, will always be exposed to contempt and ridicule in her future life.

A companion who circled the marriage to a man who would put his hand on slavery instead of his wife must be suspicious of that perception from around him.

It's an oversized scandal, not comparable to Turius' slave killing or anything else.

"Ugh, lie... lie..."

"Sad, but true, Mrs. Simone. If you still think it's a lie...... you can ask Linus." Ask the slave who the father of the belly child is. "With the magic of obedience hanging on your collar, you'd never be able to throw up a lie, would you?

Langogne tries to gently push his back and, in fact, pushes Linus to the thirteenth step of the execution bench. Now, confess your sins. Admit it and be judged.

"Oh, that's impossible..."

The voice that leaked with her lips deceived was a solitary speech directed at no one.

"So, there's no way I can do it, children, etc.... well, I'm, I'm..."

Except for the first time I was selflessly obsessed, I should have always been concerned about that. I realized that I couldn't stand not to use this woman in any way, and I had used more means to avoid falling into this situation.

But the impeachers did not take that into account.

"What is it? Did you even use a fish float bag? Or, believe me, you drugged him?... ridiculous. That didn't do the job, so I guess it's like this. It's time to watch."

Linus moves in a way that lifts his stiffness, struggling to turn again toward Langogne.

"What..."

"Hmm?"

"What do you want?

The asking voice sounded like she was throwing herself out and clinging.

Such scandals are too far-reaching to be exposed solely to kick down competitors within a faction. If you hit it poorly, the centralists themselves' courtship could even fall to the ground. There is no way that this man, who occupies the tip of the faction as the flag of a young nobleman, would not have thought of that.

I didn't even think they were moving to handle it confidentially simply to protect the faction's reputation. Then it would be muscle to report to Lavalle and take that intention before moving. From the attitude of Rangogne, such intentions could not be read.

Then why don't you say we take some kind of deal to Linus about this secret handling?

Fulfilling, Langogne smiles with a carnivorous smile.

"Don't you say bad things about people? But, well, you're not shooting at me. Sure, sure, there's something I want from you."

"It's..."

"of the Ovenil family, the change of lord"

Words flew in that would allow me to shower cold water in my spine.

"What, to?

With whom?

... I didn't even have to think about it. There is only one person in the world at the moment who can take our Lord's place from Linus Strain Ovenil.

(Toe, you tell Turius... to give up the trail!?

Turius Shrounan Ovenil. [Slave Killer], [Cannibal Snake] and the abominable bloody madman. I am pressed to sell the tradition of the two-hundred-year-old Ovenil family to that man.

The possibility that I've been afraid for the last twenty years, even though I don't think it's possible or possible. That suddenly got the reality, grabbing Linus' shoulders.

"Kuck. You don't have to look like you're here at the end of the world like that, do you? Well, listen to me. Here's what I drew."

To sum up, this is what Rangogne proposes.

Linus will have you laying low for a while for having a fever. Of course, it's a pseudo disease. And look at the fold and announce it this way.

The sickness prevented me from having children.

It is unacceptable for those who cannot inherit more blood than their fathers to continue to occupy the Lord's place. Naturally, the seat is transferred to his real brother, Turius.

And while the 'brave' Linus is redeemed for some disabling, you just need to earn a hiding fee and live a leisurely and comfortable life. It is the Count's house, assuming that it covers a single state. There will be enough support to bring in a caretaker minister, and if you want, even slaves will be able to surround you...

"- If you carry it like this, is there a problem getting a second third person and a child between you and the slaves there? Anyway, it means you can't have children on the surface. [M] This way, you can maintain your relationship with the slave without turning in your family's genealogy chart with humble blood."

……

"Wouldn't Mrs. Simone like me to take care of her, too? What do you say? If you want, I can introduce you to the person who remarried. No, there's no stopping you if you're only going to be accompanied by your husband... and if you want to stay in this house, you have the option of being remarried to the 'New Count'?

"Wow, I... with Sir Turius?

Simone, suddenly turned to water, blinked her eyes.

My husband's iniquity, which is also an anomaly of sending a child against a slave, plus this suggestion without time to chew the problem. I know you're confused... but is it my fault that the voices that perhaps represent confusion were slightly mixed with the colors of joy?

In the margins, Langogne turns the spear to Linus again.

"What do you say, Linus? Wouldn't that be a great suggestion? You are accompanied by someone you are close to. [M] Let's get Mrs. Simone back to life with minimal flaws, too. The slaves there also don't have to be killed or their children crushed. Until it's all over, let's hide it with this hand. And our one party will not harm our reputation. Isn't there nothing wrong with all four? As long as you return your position as Lord."

Since earlier this man had stopped calling this one by the throne. That would be the case, too. Whether you accept or reject the proposal, it is impossible for Linus to achieve his full current status.

No, in the first place. I don't see Linus doing this as the same nobleman.

"Oh, you..."

Langogne unhappily jumps up a frown against Linus, who tried to question him over a bad scratch.

"... you?

"- Hey, no... what's your gain?

"Hmm?"

"Ko, even if we don't make a big deal of plans to get this far, we'll be ready to bury this one in the dark. Why don't you do it and make a hands-on suggestion to Mr. S?!?

The way this case is handled quickly is as this man hinted at earlier. You can crush the pregnant children of slaves, or you can kill both mothers and children. After that, if Linus talks, that's it. A minister or other person who knows the circumstances may make a scene, but if the mother and child, literally living witnesses, are dead, it can only be a rumor.

At least, I didn't have to get into Simone and crack things open. Besides, Langogne is not the kind of man who pities himself when he's a slave, nor is he merciful enough to buy him a hard time for Linus, who showed his weakness. That would also be evident from the attitude that had so far revealed the intention of mockery.

This proposal should have had a purpose in his own interest, apart from the deception that no one involved should be allowed to lose money, etc.

Langogne then brings to its attention an increasingly overlooked colour.

"Hand-to-hand with my brother."

"What, to?

"Think about it. Your brotherly quarrel is high, and the political situation in our country is eye-catching. In addition to us totalitarians and that abominable totalitarian, even his organized middlemen stand. You and the old man made it just to protect you, didn't you? The forces that can shake the equilibrium between the two factions greatly are dressed up in the universe, whichever way they go. Such a precarious situation would have to be resolved as soon as possible, wouldn't it?

Indeed, the faction in which Turius used suspicious manipulation and even incorporated that Dordolan border uncle was a threat. Although it is the size that is inferior to the two mainstreams, if we make alliances with one another, those who form it have the power to deal with the other that remains, and only to give it a great advantage.

Rangogne is afraid that Turius will join the decentralists. The man is attached to the border, tied to the queens with similar geographical conditions, and even more hostile to both the Totalitarian chief Lavalle and Linus under his umbrella. It was self-evident that if the two factions were hung on the balance, they would lean towards nature and the decentralists.

Before that happens, eliminate Linus, the root of the conflict, and owe him the presidency. Furthermore, it would be an arithmetic formula to put an end to this scandal as far as possible without corrupting itself.

And

"What, you're not going to miss me because you're going to be a young hideout, too. My tea-drinking friend, the old man, is also very old. The time has come for him to leave the line, too. Wouldn't it be a bad idea for the two of you to leave the troublesome political arena and relax afterwards?

I also demand that Lavalle, who was conspiring to engage in a dark fight with Turius, be discharged as a matter of course. The Dordolan voice behind that lunatic, the momentum of the young nobles this man himself possesses, his distrust of the Marquis, which has smoked even within the faction since last year's Great Fire. Together, it's enough to knock out an old fox.

It is this langogne that sits on the throne of the Allied Lord on his behalf afterwards. If we succeed in bringing in Turius and the others, it will be an impeccable achievement, as well as the high ranking of the Count and the totalitarian since the previous generations. The fact that after banishing the old and ugly, there will still be thirties of newcomers is also a form of hustle and bustle of innovation around the area and has a great political propaganda effect.

Down to Lavalle, pull out Meerban and other ancient ginseng, and wipe out Linus, who could be future competitors. Not only do we settle on the central and local politics that will last forever with the sword to be returned, but we will also settle on it as if we were to cut off the Happy Knife mess.

Langogne will see a glorious picture of its own future, making its name for the history of the kingdom as a great political leader. Even from the boastful narrative, the intoxication of self-esteem smelled common.

But since this project, the oversized fallout has been overlooked.

"There's no way I can!

The voice to disprove had turned upside down into a scream.

"You think you can control that monster? You're the devil who repeated the unwinning trial, brainwashed the crowd, and burned down the king's capital just to escape!? You want me to welcome every member of that force to the Count? Are you willing to destroy this country? Are you out of your mind?

"You're the one who's crazy."

What has returned is a terminal word to spit on.

"Think about it in common sense. Brainwashing and other extraneous methods are prominent, and there are a lot of measures in place for them to be effective. No such thing could have been used. As a matter of fact, the nobles who help my brother have tried to unbrainwash him, but have not seen any reaction."

"Or Uncle Kartan... Uncle Kartan..."

"Oh, a former Count. Sounds like he's been brainwashed. It's ugly to say it's almost a year since the trial ended. That would be just an escape of speech, wouldn't it? A former court magician was manipulated into the humble business of alchemy, etc... Ha! Isn't that more disgraceful?"

Langogne snorts in disdain.

Yes, this is the perception we should have if it were meant to be. Alchemy is inferior to other magic, and the use of brainwashing and the like for conspiracy is a story in the midst of a gagging legacy. Lavalle, who can break this down with facts, is an anomaly, and the man in front of him was the one who could be described as the rightful head bearer.

"As for the Wangdu Great Fire... well, let's stop the extra pursuit. If the bad truth comes to light, it could be bad for us, too, right?

What struck me in the dark was the suggestion that Lavalle was a bad man. In fact, Linus thought so for a while. I wondered if it would be a measure to solemnly sanctify the local nobles who had joined the capital in dazzling the Great Fire and slaughter Awabara Turius as well. And with this suspicion, it will be a great name for Rangogne to chase down that old man. That is why there is no chance that this man will change his views on one of the big fires.

"Come on, ugh, ugh... ugh!

Linus drops his shoulder and leans down.

I can't say anything back anymore. No, what happens when I say it back? If we refuse this offer more than we've talked about, Langogne will publish it herself. Damage is also done to the totalitarians themselves, but for the Langonese individual, not the faction, the results obtained by selling favors to Turius are greater than that.

Linus is bombarded from all over the kingdom as the darkness that made slaves make sons, and the honor of the Ovenil family is hurt more than ever. There is no minister who would push a prince with such a reputation. As [Slave Killer] is better than the father of the Slave Son, he will be forced to take turns with that stupid brother. Regardless, take along the conspirators who took the labor of such a man's marriage.

You should take it. Even if exit is inevitable, it is less scratched.

That's what I understood in reason.

"Yes, I don't like it..."

Still, I wasn't convinced of my emotions.

What do you want?

Langogne's voice, like that of a deaf child. If you raise your face, your gaze is poured over here that won't even hide your tired feelings.

I can't even afford to get attached to it, Linus continues.

"I don't like it! To Turius, to a man like that, something you can give the housekeeper! I'm the man in this house! Since childhood, I have never neglected my studies to succeed my father. I'm also fixing my courtesy. Ever since my father fell, I've represented him in government. Who do you think has done the most for this house? It's not me! Look at him. What has he done, you abominable son of a bitch, who was born of letting your mother die? It started when I bought you a slave with a crushed face, a massacre in the basement of the mansion. Three idiots! Alchemy research? What is research, don't lie! You are killing because it was fun, or else it would be a offering to the devil or the devil! I'm not giving this house to a monster who's been behaving like that... this house is my house!

Words bursting like waterfalls were a grieving complaint. What I have done to this day. What my brother has done to this day. I complained about it with the thought of spitting blood.

Linus' vision distorts. And the emotions grew high, and they came to tears.

He was angry, aroused, and cried. But all of that never touched the harp line of the man in front of him.

"... so? What kind of discretion would that give you for your mistakes? If you had made an effort to seep blood before you became the Lord, would the sin after that be written off? If your brother was killing slaves, could you commit slavery and make him pregnant? Answer me, Linus. If you think you deserve the countess, why don't you express your opinion like a nobleman?"

Well, you won't be able to do it - Langogne carries the glass to his mouth while letting it contain that extraordinarily. Slowly swallow the amber liquid so you can wait for the answer. Meanwhile, Linus couldn't move one tongue satisfactorily.

Set aside for a while, Rangogne continues.

"If you can't tell me, I'd like to ask you first if you can accept my suggestion. Do you swallow to minimize the wounds that you and your surroundings suffer? Reject and drop your family name on the ground, and heal your belly in exchange for taking a few people on the road. It doesn't change which way you are unloaded and Lord Turius stands... I hope you make a wise decision"

- Take it, Linus.

A hard, cold woman's voice has brutally commanded. It's Simone.

"This is what your impatience and neglect caused. At least put things away in a way that doesn't bother people."

What a terrible woman, Linus thinks.

Even you have betrayed me. Not to me, my husband, but to the habit of taking sides with him. Are you saying that you can hold Turius' shoulder, but you can't hold mine?

When I turned to her cursorily, I saw an unpleasant face. He distorts his expression like he hates dirt on the side of the road through contempt for humans. I couldn't stand it. Bring the raised gaze right back down.

"... it's okay, sir"

Unexpectedly, a raw warm feeling wrapped him up.

A slave. That slave woman, the culprit of this situation, is touching her body. I'm being held from behind.

The feeling of my skin, which had been away for two months, was touching him with the sagginess I felt for the first time.

"Whatever happens, I'm with you. I'll take care of everything."

"Hih, ah..."

"As usual, please spit it all out to me.... Oh, but now that I have a baby... just a little bit, I'm glad you're being nice"

The woman's voice was modest. Still, I can see it clearly contains delightful colors.

My husband says that a man, the father of a pregnant child, is suffering so much.

Are you still more happy that he has no choice but to flatter himself?

It's crazy, Linus thought.

"... obscene"

Simone's voice slapped her ear like she looked down. From what I said to the woman, I guess I guessed in what way the two of them were contracting.

I wanted to scream no. I didn't even know what was different.

"Ah. Now the baby is moving.... you know what I mean? Here."

Say, the woman pushes her belly. I'm innocently pushing my words and actions out of place. I've never felt so sick before in my life.

You're out of your mind. Something's wrong.

Linus' spirit was being shaken out by the incomprehensible words and deeds of a woman she should have known.

My fingers instinctively swim through the universe in search of weapons out of fear of crazy humans touching themselves. A few empty shakes and eventually a stiff metal feel. Candlestick placed on the table. I grabbed it and put it up impulsively.

"!? Linus Ovenil, what-"

The first hurried voice Rangogne will raise today.

I never put that in my ear, and Linus...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ahhhhhhhhh!? Wow! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!?

"Stop!? Don't be stupid! Hey, somebody stop it!

"Yes, no...! Hit him, kill him! Murderer!!

... I don't really remember what happened after that.

It was just refreshing like being completely liberated from something annoying.

By the way, I feel so sunny...... well, why am I crying?

Tilting his little neck wondering, a potato and red Shizuku dripped from his hair.

The blonde, stained with return blood, was like red rust, and the innocent, pointless grin seemed to stick with the mask - his figure of killing a slave was still to be said, or two melons to someone named for his deeds.