Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"- What are you going to do with this responsibility, Marquis?

Uncle Langogne stuffed the old man as he held down his cheek complaining of blunt pain.

Meetings of the centralists open at the residence of the Sahra aristocracy. What was eliminated from that seat was a debate about one incident that occurred in the Wang capital the other day.

The man involved in the incident elaborated on what had happened from the opening to the gathering together - so that it was convenient for him - and as soon as it had come to a paragraph, he turned his water towards a single leader, Lavalle.

The old man, while exposed to the stabbing gaze of Langogne, lets his chin flicker as a tattoo.

"Responsibility, huh?

"Yeah, I suppose so. I want you to take responsibility! The blame for adding such a man to us who guides the kingdom of heaven and earth!

What keeps me up is a hot valve with a look that just rips my chest open with anxiety and outrage. But the smooth long-mouthed tongue, the mouth that pushed it away, had created a slight distortion in the pleasure of attacking the political enemy.

Uncle Meerban and others see it and leak their sighs. It's a clear three-sentence play, he said.

The man who plays the lead role on the stage knows or does not know that such an evaluation is being made, even more so.

"You can understand how difficult it is for Hou to believe, right? With me, I still doubt my ears and eyes. Woohoo, I didn't know he was such a man..."

"That, Uncle Langogne"

Now there was a man who sought to speak out for the langogne, who voiced his sorrow.

It is Chamberlain.

"Are you sure you're right? Uncle Linus Ovenil..."

"Ex, it is. Uncle Chamberlain."

Ask for correction without getting hair in between. The middle-aged nobleman continued, albeit with a slight nose whisper, honestly.

- You think the former Count worked for you?

"Didn't I say you were right? This wound is a testament."

As I say, I refer to a blue mole made on my cheek. If it's healing magic, it can go away in the blink. It's a scratch, but I dare to leave it there as evidence. As soon as this case was over, I was willing to cure it, but I didn't have to bear it if I was supposed to. Whenever the hot pain pulses, the outstanding brow root of the youth nobility shivers.

... Linus, who abruptly freaked out that day, fiercely resisted Langonne's gestures to seize him. The man, wielding a metallic candlestick with odd noises and rampaging indistinctly, was also burned by his trained subordinates as an escort. It was a vendetta that narrowed down the number of people who would take them to carry things in secret. Not to mention, Langogne herself had to hang it together, and as a result, she ate an extra elbow and was able to mole it.

(Hmm. You lunatics make it take extra effort...)

Whenever pain runs, irritability bites the chest. The thought of being engraved with an unexpected flaw in his plan had made the wound on his face feel bigger than the real thing.

Langogne thought it would be easy to make Linus swallow the demands, twisting the baby's hand. I will hunt you down, rush you, take away your hope, and drool the spider's thread there. I thought I'd grab it by being one of a kind. But what Linus was doing... was killing slaves.

(If my brother is my brother, so is his brother... blood cannot be disputed.)

I throw that up all over my chest, thinking about joining hands with that brother.

It was a miserable thought. In the first place, it was Langogne who did not envisage the slaughter of the slaves at the root of the scandal. You can't possibly do that. That's right. I pinned down too many opponents than I needed to. It is also a failure to bring slaves to that place in order to rot in dramatic performances again. Before the victim, who was frightened by extortion, he left the seeds of two unspoilt threats untouched. It was enough to get him out of the Ovenil Mansion and tell him this one's secure.

But there was one thing in Langogne that could be described as unfortunate luck.

"But you're calling the former Count without a scrutiny. Is it a little too steep, Uncle Langogne?

"You can't even say that, Marquis Lavalle. Its Linus Ovenil, but where do they think you are now?

"Well, are you staying here? As usual, it's your business to face and confront your lord at this meeting."

He blames me for unilaterally ringing a non in his absence. If it is a rub within the faction, we will hear the claims of both sides at this meeting before mediating. If that doesn't fit, I'll bring it to the High Court. Normally, that should be the case.

For reasons that cannot be carried that way, Rangogne makes a small snort.

"... it's a monastery."

"Oh my God."

One of the aristocrats in the seat, turns his eyes round.

A monastery is a place where the faithful leave home to pray and serve the Church. But for the aristocratic community, the word has another meaning that is deafening.

"You mean you're crazy..."

That is, the claw bouncer's receptacle.

A bastard in a job he can't support at home. A child who did not receive cognition. who have some physical handicap and have been judged incapable of fulfilling their duties as nobles.... and madmen.

It is an institution to throw those who are abandoned by man's society into the pocket of God, supposedly with infinite mercy, and later to cover them with ignorance.

It is the idea of a sprayer from a human rights thinker, but no one has such advanced ideas in this world. Strictly speaking, there is one person who understands, but the man did not recognize any particular value for it.

Stay put, Linus Strain Ovenil has become an incapable existence, except for the monastic grounds.

"No, when he's crazy, you remind me. So you're scared. I wonder if you killed a slave in front of me, and it will burst until we seize it. So I thought I'd settled down, and now I'm suddenly laughing, crying, and angry. Words are disjointed."

"That's... that's what's been so pathetic."

"As soon as the family hastened to carry him from secular to secular monasteries, resting until he was calmed down. If I can calm down, I would like to apologize from him again for the day."

Langogne was convinced that the day would never come.

With a feeling of darkness, I remember the last Linus I saw. I roared that it was uh without a pull off, and I thought I laughed cheerfully with a hoop off voice and cried out in a whisper and gloom. When I finally think I can calm down and hear a word that makes sense, I invoke a childlike tone that doesn't make sense. Who's your uncle there, looking at this one with a Kyoton look on his face? When I was asked, my skin popped in the creeps. Even Langogne, who had done so earlier, is no longer sure who he is.

I don't think such a man can attend a meeting or testify at a trial. There will be no chance of recovery until it is possible.

"The clergy doesn't seem to expect to recover in a short period of time… perhaps retirement,"

Yes. In the end, Linus was to be pursued by the Lord's throne. There is no nobleman or other nobleman who takes government in a monastery isolated from the public. Not far away stands that infamous second son, and the position of Count moves to this as well.

When the material called slavery was crushed, it was the thought of crushing this liver, but Linus also broke what heavenly dispensation. Whatever the process, the conspiracy to replace the head of the Ovenil family was established.

(It's more important than if I swallowed the proposal.)

Langogne pushes away so much abomination that you want to tongue it.

The original plan was to use intimidation as a pretext for Linus to use pseudo-morbidity and hide it under the pretext. There was no obstacle to reputation, and he said he could keep that filthy slave alive. But that disgrace bled, and spreading a bad reputation for producing madmen to the faction. He is an unsaveable man who makes it.

"So, Marquis. Let me get back to you, how can you take the blame for bringing the frivolous into our party?

Still, it's not all bad. As long as the array is incapable of being present, Lavalle's fault, which was conceived and incorporated into the valves, becomes greater. Where can anyone be trusted, such as an allied lord who went mad and killed a slave, harmed the nobility of the same faction, and guided a man like him who was sent to the abbey by name?

Let's get back to the old conspirators.

It's a good idea to make a bad mistake. Let's see what we can do. In that ugliness, we mark the end of the old age...

Lavalle looks back at Langogne somewhere carelessly.

"... what my uncle said, which is best. I don't even have any excuses. You seem to have received more trust from everyone and behaved too recklessly as an ally."

What was cut out was the honest words of the bedmen and others alike.

The twirl fills up while sitting.

"Because you acknowledge your responsibility?

"Mm-hmm. I can't get into a position of responsibility here. … let's get off the seat of the Alliance Lord"

"What!?

It was Uncle Mae Ban who floated to his waist in surprise.

That Lavalle, a living, filthy, old, ugly conspirator, gets out of position in recognition of his responsibilities? Even the cut out langogne eats face to face.

The old man keeps quiet with his comrades looking at each other and whispering.

"If you realize it, you're already eighty. At the age of ceding the title to the child long before it was meant to be, and grandchildren will stand if it is by now. I'm guessing there's something here called" Succubus. "It is mindless to know that there is such a thing as a ritual."

"Wait, old lady."

Meerban blocked the story as he blackened and whitewashed his eyes.

"In this case, it is a sincere situation, and I have no choice but to observe Hou's heartache. I know how disturbing the region is yesterday and how much wisdom you need..."

Apart from this responsibility, it means we still need Lavalle.

Langogne enjoys a laugh. If now Lavalle loses his leg, the next person in power within the faction is this self who drew that picture. In that case, Meervan will be pulled out by a young man two or three times.

Just because it's so intolerable, there's so much to ridicule about this old fox now. First of all, it's not like I've been aiming up and down once or twice.

(Is Meerban a relic of the old generation?)

The Marquis shook his head small, sparing a spiralling new sharp smile in his chest.

"- Times are definitely flowing. Out of the young, come those who have the wisdom to move the clock. Let's get off the stage and let's have a look at it."

"Yeah. I'll take care of it"

Wisdom is in this self. I drowned humbly as I peeked at the pride.

First off, I'll eliminate Linus, put Lavalle down as a souvenir, and pair it with that Turius. That way, we can combine the Totalitarians and Are factions to overwhelm the Totalitarians. With this credit, he takes the seat of leader and consolidates the ground within the totalitarian faction... eliminating the used [Slave Killer]. Whatever it is, it's a man who separated his blood from that brother and was previously known for his notoriety. We have already learned a lesson about what a true lunatic means. Now let's get this over with. That's how you swallow the old Turius faction, which has become boneless, and you can hold the kingdom's greatest power in this hand.

Leaving room for a damned laughing langogne, Lavalle stands up and sits in the middle.

"Bye. Non also has to do this before he hides, such as handing over to his grandson. Let's say I'm free around here."

It is a well-known fact that the Marquis' son had left his father in his early life. Fortunately, the grandson of the outcast is alive, so he will give his place to this. Most of all, I'm talking about Grandpa Monster, a glossy monster at this age. Assuming something happens to his grandson, any number of heirs must gush out of nowhere.

Honestly, I didn't expect to be dismissed without a grudge. but it looks like a cheap aper aperitif compared to the sweetness of the power you grip more than this, such as the ugliness of the person you kick down. It's nothing to spare even if you can't taste it. Langogne quickly switches consciousness when he misses the old marquis's exit.

"... on behalf of Hou, I shall proceed to the proceedings. Does anyone have any objections?

As I say, I look around with an unafraid eye.

Meerban with his face down. Chamberlain clouding her tea with an ambiguous grin. An elephant that can't keep up with the change of circumstances and is going right and left.

No problem, I was sure I could. I am the one taking the lead on this occasion. To myself who drove Lavalle down, there is no one to turn against.

"I have no objection, can I decide? Well, let's keep going. First..."

Building on this momentum, we will resolve our alliance with the Turius faction and thus establish, as our own merit, the status of a leader who is provisional. That's how if you hold the centralist, you will solemnly sanctify the decentralists, all the fools whose territory is only vast. I put those countrymen on the diagram too much just because Grandpa was arching his hand. He reminds me that wearing a young and powerful alliance is not as good as before.

Once that clears up the domestic worries, it's not a bad idea to target the prime minister's position. It's the ultimate of the rank minister who never even got a job in Lavalle. Or is the option of entering into kinship with the royal family attractive? That way, perhaps, with a bounce of some kind, those who draw the blood muscles of our Langogne family will occupy the throne of supremacy.

Imagine, but the unspeakable pleasure ran my spine.

Langogne is intoxicated by his drawing of the future. I truly believed it was feasible. From behind that brain, which also forgot the pain in the cheeks, Linus Ovenil was completely forgotten, such as when he was a man.

Congratulations, sister-in-law.

"Yes. Thank you, Sir Turius"

When I live with a full smile, Mr. Simone smiles back in the light. [M] Although there seemed to be a lot of shocking things going on in Wang Du, it was good to see you feeling better for a moment.

This is my quarters in Marlan. This sister-in-law has lost her closeness again because her brother made a case in Brosenne's hall. She had a worse time with the family of the Ovenil family than she had been before, and she said she was relying on me.

So, I took care of her for a week when she was completely depressed and ill. This is why we discovered the facts that are today's tests.

... What? Happily, she strokes her tummy, which has yet to be seen swollen, and I think the guess will follow.

"Please love me even more from now on, ma'am"

It is Uni who says as he bows his head. It's an exam about something unique to women. It is not more appropriate for her to be of the same sex.

With that in mind, Mr. Simone also hung small.

"Of course. It's important. It's a new family."

Yes, congratulations.

Naturally, the child in your stomach is your genuine brother. I don't have a bad taste in sleeping with my brothers and daughters, just in case they make extra rumors. The scandal in women's relationships sounds somewhat worse than experimenting with human beings in slavery. Even for me, I didn't appreciate the bad reviews that put my position in jeopardy.

"And now I'm also your uncle? I was still going to be young."

"Ugh. That said, you must be twenty, right? Don't tell me you're my nephew, and it's time for you to have a real son?

"Ha, right. I'll think about it."

Scratch your head and delude yourself into an unexpected counterattack against a light mouth.

That's right, hey, you're already twenty. In addition to that, it is already said to be an odyssand or a natural spiritual age if combined with previous life. Now one or two of my nephews and nieces, is it natural that they are made? In this world where marriage is at an early age, it is disproportionate. It's not surprising that I have about one child myself, and on the contrary, even a floating story... would appear odd.

But, well, when it comes to children, it's like they're already here. Uni was raised by me and Fem was made by me. Seyce, I can't believe you're Zubari's father. I'm calling this one. Well, Uni is the only one who knows Mr. Simone.

"But you won't have to be in such a hurry. The Ovenil family will be succeeded by two sons."

"Sir Turius......"

She moisturizes her eyes in my words. [M]

Her child will inherit this Earl's house. That's what I was supposed to announce. On behalf of my brother, who was sent to the monastery, I take the tentative position and responsibility of Lord in this House. But more than bleeding exists, it is moral to return it eventually.

"Are you sure about this? Then there's something for you."

"Never mind. Count, the owner, etc., is in my hands… My brother has sporadically said no, since my father was alive. I have enough of this Marlan. [M] Of course, to the extent that the child will not struggle in the future, he will serve as an understudy."

"- I'm sorry. I'll leave you to it."

"What do you say? This is like sin, too. It will affect my brother and my hard work, and at least I'm not stingy enough to do this."

Indeed, there is no need for this man to rub his heart. Because I also have the advantage of having my older brother stand.

If this house has a formal succession, we won't have to set up a political marriage from the people who want it. The factions I speak of are horns, and the other nobles stand in colour for the foil of the Count's house, even if it rots, and for the right to receive it. This baby will be able to expect you to considerably restrain those guys. Even if you have a kinship with me, you will be my brother's son in the future. [M]

I don't care what I don't like about political marriage, because I have more new relatives. It would be noisy to scorn poorly on more people to hang out with. Keeping it down the way I do doesn't make the effort and the cost zero.

Even my brother is going to be so busy. I don't like to be annoyed by things, so let my belly baby help me as a jetty.

"A long story is also a physical handicap. You'll still be leaving me tired, and why don't you get some rest?

…… Yes, I will. "

When Mr. Simone stood up remnantly, he walked in front of the door.

Whoa, yeah. I need to check one thing before I do.

"Mr. Simone."

"? What could it be?

I look back at her wonderfully, throwing an inquiry.

"Are you happy now?

There will be no more ridiculous questions for her right now. Slaves laid her husband to sleep, and the husband went mad. He only has a belly that will grow in the young sky. No matter how my brother-in-law assures me of my child's future, the circumstances surrounding it are not as light as they can be good with it.

Even so,

"Yeah, I'm happy."

She laughed brilliantly as she blossomed a large circle of flowers.

"There's a new family here... something that's keeping me so close. Don't call this happiness, what can I call it?

One emotional caged caress for the beloved child who so dwelled in him. Just seeing this figure will not make her miserable and pitiful.

Is my mother strong? I will send a message with satisfaction. [M]

"That was good. Take care, then."

Viktor Dracroix Lorje enters his husband's office in such a way as to be replaced by the former Countess. There, the principal Thurius Shrounan Ovenil was where he was served with tea by a proud slave.

"My lord. Didn't you serve tea to Madame?

"... there's nothing mean about it. Because caffeine and other irritants in pregnant women and herbs that are too tight can have a negative effect. He needs to have a healthy child."

Saying, carry the cup handed to you by Uni's hand to your mouth. I can only afford to look relaxed while enjoying the fragrance.

I mean, I guess I carried it well.

"Is your treatment of her a success?"

"Otherwise, I'm in a bit of a hurry."

Treatment - Yes, it's brainwashing.

What world has a woman who can give such a worried and happy expression? Simone at the time of his arrival in Marlan, it was terrible. It was thought that it would be better to send her to the monastery with her husband in a haunted haunted position. It won't be possible unless you flaunt your head, such as trying to recover from such a situation in a short time.

And the extraterrestrial method of that hand was the eighteenth of the alchemists who were addicted to tea for this swallowing.

"It's easier than when I treated you and Dry. Mr. Simone is a loner. I'll bias my perception a little and direct my hunger for loneliness and affection towards my belly child. So the completion of the young and mighty Mother of Mercy."

Tongue drumming on black tea, saying nothing.

... Heard that she cried to Turius that summer day, the morning after she received her body from Linus. Go home, go home to your parents.

Nevertheless, no matter how exceptional the Lord is an alchemist, he cannot bring her parents back to life, who are already dead. No, or I think he would, but the world won't allow it on the boulders. So instead, I made a new family.

A lovely dish dressed as a child.

"And that's ironic. I didn't expect to be conceived in the same way as the slave I used to go through with my husband"

That's what Viktor said as he remembered his freak.

The fertility of this disturbance, the fertility of a female slave. This was also Turius' handout. And he gave Simone a child using the same method.

"It's a strange expression that you get pregnant the same way, isn't it? Normally, there are variations in how children are made."

"Sure. But the means taken by your Excellency are not common sense, are they? I thought you might like to describe it that way."

"Well, if you say so, neither you nor Rubel... well, artificial insemination is a method, and I won't tell you that I used it outside of my place."

Artificial insemination. Techniques for removing and multiplying male and female essences and creating babies in total artificiality.

The EE series, and the technology used to manufacture the Opus 06 Seyce. Even long-lived elves can be increased with the ease of sowing seeds in the field. There is no reason why it should not be used by humans.

An unexpected visit to the consulate of Voldan. It went to collect Linus's essence in secret. It is made up of energetic dishes for that purpose, and the couple, whose relationship was out of cold, are measured to do the chores and recover the leftovers from the laundry the next morning.

And abduct the slave he was surrounding from the king's capital in the gap where Linus is nailed to Vordan in his affairs as lord. I'm going to plant a candlestick in this.

To secure the target, a transplant magic moved dry accommodating the movement, in addition to equipping the demonic eye of the brainwashing. No matter how Turius' routine means of brainwashing is broken, measures are not taken against all involved. Protective costumes are also valuable. Major ministers are coming with Vordan. I guess the courtesy had been turned over that way as a priority. Not to mention, although the mistress of the Lord, there is no way that slaves can wear brainwashing amulets or strict security. Linus Ovenil was not someone who could behave like that insanely.... Unlike my brother.

When you are ready and return your slaves to the mansion of the King's Capital... then, rather, measure Linus and the aristocrats who want to smoke the Lavalle behind it so that nature and information cross. Let Linus, who conceived her slave without a child, move towards elimination. That is the plan for this one.

"Still, Viktor's gonna do it, too. I thought it was a shame when I heard that my brother slaughtered his slave aggressively, but as a result, it was generally a great success. It's a big deal, really."

"No. I and others are still immature. Luckily, I've been saved all this time by unhappiness."

Viktor leaks a sigh of dissatisfaction into a plan that ends with a flaw left behind.

Using the technique of artificial insemination that Turius possesses, based on information purchased by Rubel, this ploy. It is this victor who conceals what he has drafted. With the exception of that abominable old ugly and somewhat blind man, a measure he came up with by pouring out his soul, but the problem is the handkerchief he used in the stuffing phase.

"... Uncle Langogne. His son, too, has lost sight of you."

I never dreamed Linus would cut out a story in a situation where he could kill a slave. Luckily, Linus lost her temper because she went mad, but I don't care if she doesn't. It was even possible to insist and be brought into the waterboarding theory that if you did poorly, it was Langogne who made the slaves pregnant or killed them. No, I would definitely do that if Viktor was in his shoes. Because if the slaves are alive, the magic of obedience allows us to ask who is the father. Because if you even kill him the other way, everything will be buried in the dark.

Turius asks without interest.

"Was he such a loser? Assuming you're a totalitarian young leader, right? Didn't you use it because you're competent?

"You're not. I used it because it was just better than any other nobleman's."

Viktor explains.

"The Count Lorge family, which is supposed to be my parents' house first. This would be out of the question. Whatever, he's a Lavalle dog enough to recognize the child who was in his belly, a phrase that pushed his concubine like an object. Brother, it would be a good idea to talk to the owner as he shakes his tail, even if he blows in information that would make you lose your leg."

Extremely cursing my mouth at my tentative first home, where I treated my mother cold to an extra quote and finally let her die. Turius also snorted at the boulder, but for a moment he spurred ahead.

"Next, Uncle Chamberlain. He is a bat. There is no amount of equipment to defeat decaying trees and pave the way for creatures who cannot live without hanging branches. I foolishly think this isn't worth it again."

"Then the only powerful people in the totalitarian sect who can just chase down Lavalle's grandfather are the people named Uncle Maerban and his Uncle Langonine? I wonder why you didn't choose Uncle Meerban?

"His people belong to the Centralists. Neglect that loss of life, but also buy strength and bully. Because I've been beside you for years. Whether you ride or not is good to say, half. You don't like dangerous bets, do you?

"Naturally, I don't want to ride Fifty Fifty except when there's only one option."

The Lord replies immediately. For him, risk would be more of a concept to avoid than futility. Anyway, I hate death, because I want immortality.

"Look, the only thing left to do is Uncle Langogne, right? That's why I had to use him. Of course, I expected a lot of ability because I'm a facial actor who brings together young people in the faction."

"But he said it was like it was a misprospect."

"- Yes, only an oiled tongue would be the man in charge."

As I say, I rebel my Rangogne background behind my brain. A man who successfully succeeded to his parental status and fitted into the face of the young nobles while being in charge around him. Keep walking on the red carpet laid on someone, and when it's stretched everywhere, it's a kind of arrangement that I really believe in. I have never suffered from the birth of a concubine like Viktor, nor have I ever sought a job by polishing down the soles of my shoes like Rubel. I've never had a hard time dealing with brothers like Turius. Even after the thirtieth road, he remains a hard-won boy.

"But"

Uni, who was silently listening to both stories, opens his mouth for the first time.

"Isn't it easy to manipulate because you're such a person?

"If you're just incompetent, I guess so..."

Viktor smiled bitterly.

"When the manipulated side thinks of itself as capable, it can't stop struggling as a manipulator. Like this one, it does extra things one after the other."

"I guess that means an incompetent worker"

To sum that up, it's Turius. Sometimes this Lord makes me listen to this kind of rhetoric that he shoots at me, usually in vain. If you can, I always want you to say something solid.

"Cheng Cheng, I was very good at it"

"The problem is that even that incompetent worker has to be deceived and used. Because it's a handout with a valuable centralist. If I could brainwash it, it would be quick, but it would be difficult to be a big man with roots in the king's capital."

"Troubleshooting is something that doesn't go away inside. To take over from my brother, restructure the ministerial corps, negotiate a settlement with the totalitarians. When can I focus on research...... uni, instead"

"Yes, now"

I don't have the burden of saying that I drove my brother into madness until I drove him off on the look of Turius complaining about his melancholy. Ning Ro, I can even look at the resentment to my brother that got me that far.

I think it's something with a hell of a Lord. But even though there was resentment in Viktor, he devised a plot to drive him to a loss of legs against his real father. Then can you say that you are a fit master?

"... but we've cleared up the biggest mess. You can't say luxury."

To the man who once abandoned himself and my mother, this time I feel a dark joy crawling through my spine at what I have done in the sight of a painful beating. One thing is missing now to the extent that we drove it from the status of faction allies, but the status quo was that this was all we had. Nevertheless, if you supplement this master, that will be the only way to make that old man drink boiled water.

"Both my brother and Lavalle dragged me off the surface stage.... but my grandfather was a little spared the raven and my brother."

"Hmm?"

It is an unexpected word. I never thought I'd spare my brother, who has always played a corner-to-corner match.

No, it's not sympathy or anything based on the mouthfeel from earlier. There's something useful about it as a handkerchief, and I'm sure you regret not being able to get it in your hands.

Turius took a large small chunk of the cobbler out of his nose and let it go here.

"Oops. What is it, this?

"It's potatoes. A kind of crop that migrates across continents. They grow well in rough soil and cold land, don't they?... My brother was trying to plant it on the territory as a desolation crop."

"Ho."

That was another interesting story. With Turius, who can make soil out of alchemy, it's hard to change the weather. Dry or Seyce's magic won't do it, but it's too much of a burden to do it. In case of wheat failures or natural disasters, there will be no trouble with the kind of saving crops.

"Were you an internal affairs person with Linus Ovenil? I suppose there was no noticeable breakdown in a remote territory while keeping most of the reign from the king's capital."

"It's an amazing story if you think about it carefully. We are finding and correcting fine discrepancies from the report in the letter, and we are working on a no-fault approach. Well, if I could do that, I would have liked Marlan to have taken care of it before I got here."

holder of exceptional administrative skill. That seems closer to a hot-armed bureaucrat than a lord. For the totalitarians trying to move the province on orders from the Wang Capital, it must have been a difficult person to get inside.

Sure, I would spare this. But at the same time,

"Nevertheless, there are already Sir Viktor and others on the internal affairs side"

As Uni credits it, there are both Viktor and Rubert here. One more Linus would certainly make it easier. but after working with Lavalle, the disadvantages are not commensurate with the advantages of carrying in. These are chicken ribs.

"Right, how can I regret the past? … and plan to grow this potato, even in Marulan. Not suitable for wheat fields, but potatoes are likely to be planted. Wasn't there?

"Ha. Let's do the subordination and find out"

"Uni, too, divide the seed potatoes into the food department in the lab. This should also improve the self-sufficiency in the basement."

"I'm in awe"

When that was decided, it wasn't until then. The name of Linus Strain Ovenil ceases to rise. To them, he was to that extent the brother of the Lord.

"It's a different story, my lord. Now that we have the example stuff, we're letting you bring it - get in."

I beg your pardon.

Along with the signal, an integral part of the B series enters the small side with a cylindrical wrapped cloth. As a victor, I don't like to let slaves carry products in all these formats, but the Lord doesn't give a shit.

Rub your mind on that and try to spread the product you received.

It was the flag that made the noise of the buckwheat.

Drawn there is a red and black shield and a snake crest with a tail added within it.

"- This will be the seal of the Owner of the Ovenil family. Instead, the seals and decorations used throughout the house will be replaced with these patterns in turn. Please adorn this room with this flag as a colour for your glory."

There is also a slight heat cage in Viktor's story in the icon, which makes it easy to see that the Lord has taken a step forward on the floor. But for Turius,

"Mm-hmm. Uni, do it"

"Yes, we will decorate immediately"

Many nobles would want it to be blood-eyed, and the symbol of the Countess Lord, whom his brother desperately sought to protect, apparently did not so much attract the impression of this new bearer.

"... I thought more than before"

Fast posting, Uni whines as he reworks the angle several times.

"Again, this crest will look good on your husband"

"Really? Well, it's a good pattern for me."

Turius, with a chilling glance at the decorated flag, did not seem to feel bad about the words themselves.

Two hundred years ago, I don't know what the Lord's ancestors thought of this design. But for the mad alchemist who seeks immortality, there are also crests that are so cute.

A serpent in a circle that represents a complete or permanent robbery.

The symbol of the ovenil finally passed to its rightful bearer.