Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Voldan City, Voldan Province, Kingdom of Arquel.

The two-hundred-year-old Cognac of the Ovenil family, surrounded by stone walls, is the average regional city in this historic country. It flourished, developed and stagnated as a hub for land trading based on the fruits of a rich earth. It's old and somewhere pastoral city.

At normal times, it would be about this time of year when it would be busy with the buyout of merchants who came to buy grapes and wine, specialties, and the preparations for the festival of peasants who take the autumn harvest festival as a whispering pleasure.

But not now.

Neighbouring country, the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren, has broken through the border mountains by citing soldiers. He is in the midst of taking control of various parts of the state and working looting. Naturally, the people in the state began evacuating in search of safety. Its most powerful destination is the city of Voldan, the capital of the state. A meal divided from sturdy walls, soldiers under the direct command of the lord, and stockpiled food. Asylum-seekers are gathering from all over the state of Vordan in search of such a thing.

Naturally, where we came together, there was no room for acceptance on the side of the city. Voldan's defenses are inherently against wild demons that attack people. Sporadically straying into the plains from the woods and mountains to deal with goblins, oaks, cobolts and orgasms. After that, there will be no other peasants. The number of enemies assumed is a thousand or so good places. Even adopting a cage castle strategy was unexpectedly approximate, such as being attacked by more than 10,000 troops for weeks and months.

I do have food. It is the harvest season of wheat, if you mow it out of the field quickly before it is plundered by the enemy, it will be indispensable for our food.

But there's no place for people to live.

In addition, these fortified cities are built to prevent enemy soldiers and traitors from occupying them when things happen all morning. Nature and the city become more complex and narrow (today) as new buildings are built and destroyed within the walls, even if the lords are not willing to do so. As I said at the beginning, the city of Voldan is the average local city in this country. In the Kingdom of Arquelle - no, on this continent - the approximate cities are what they are, and those characteristics fit just as well into this Vordan. The exception would be the face of the country and the eyes of foreign countries, a magnificent big city like the king's capital, Brossenne.

What happens if a large number of people over the allowable amount are packed into such a narrowly structured city?

It is decided to overflow.

The refugees were rejected by the walls they had applied to protect themselves, and gathered outside the gates in order to pan. The coarse huts on the roof alone, built of wood that has been cut out of nowhere, are their dwellings. The rainstorms also leaned against each other in unsatisfactorily unprotected dwellings, sparing each other from freezing to death during the night at each other's temperatures.

Their hygiene is at its worst. Because there was no toilet, the filth drowned, and the disease-mediating flies had no shortage of food. Those who squat powerlessly do not have the strength to wipe out the feathers above their heads, and infectious diseases are still spreading within less than a week. From toddlers and old men who lacked strength, they hung on the sickle of a quick sickle of death, leaving wild exposed bodies everywhere to be seen.

The rough hearted people find an outrage at violence and crime, and the tsuji raise their voices of argument uncut. The men laid it together, wondering if it would be a dirty figure if they saw it as a woman. The women, at least if they are taken away by violence at any rate, are having a bad spring at the cost of the children's pennies. Now it will still be latent, but sooner or later, STDs will join the list of diseases that afflict the refugees.

Now the build-up of refugees outside Voldan Castle had turned into a nest of decadence and poverty, caused by the scourge of war. It is a shadowy aspect of the book of war that the bards admire, never to be painted.

So, it seems that I, Turius Shrounan Ovenil, have to go to such a chaotic crucible of decadence and do a job. Enter the state capital to direct the battle taking place on this land. Because that is the Lord's duty.

Of course, I didn't take any chances. Why should I go out of my way to get into a city that is unhygienic, has the worst security, and has a final slam? It's not guaranteed to be bad for your health or your safety. For me, wanting to live a long life is the exact opposite of my preference.

"If this were the case, I wonder if it would be better to keep my brother at home..."

"What are you saying, my lord? If he was safe, he would have turned the job to you first."

Zero stupidity while swayed by the moving carriage, the accompanying victor immediately cut back like that. At times like this, I honestly think it's okay to hang words of comfort.

"If you ask me, do you have something more like this to say?

"Because fixing the way you say it doesn't make any difference. Such an effort would be the epitome of your loathing waste."

"I think it would be beneficial enough not to kill you to do a bad job before."

"Ha... Oh, here's what they say."

Viktor, who exhales blatantly, etc.

Usually it's where Uni puts an exquisite follow up around here, but I can't expect that this time. She works for a lot of work, so she's not here right now.

... Well, let's think with positive thinking. If there was even a guy here in Rubel, he'd be doubling his tea for preaching. That belly-black, stingy, gossip-loving man is left over there waving his part in maintaining the line of barracks from our home base Marlan. No support for me, no support for my enemies.

"Give it up, Viktor. It's the devil who rides people with three inches of his tongue. Naturally, this devil's husband was born first."

- It was this doue that turned to the enemy where I thought it would be. He doesn't like fine back jobs, both in character and performance, and his superficial identity is under my command, headed by a martial officer. So I'm being escorted into the state capital. [M]

I was a little upset, so I decided to go back a little bit.

"Wouldn't it be natural for a baby to come out of your mouth, unless it's also a reverse? You have to breathe to live."

"Hang on... Viktor's going to tell me because I'm just going to pinch the reason for saying that."

But he still has a bad mouth, too. My identity will also advance to the Count, and from now on I will have more opportunities to face the noble greats than ever before. Dooey, who works under it, should follow suit. I'd like you to learn how to be a little softer with your mouth.

"Yes, yes, I was evil. It's all my fault my brother went crazy and Zanktogaren attacked me."

"No, you're actually right..."

"Absolutely. Brother, you were insane because of our plot, and the situation that caused the enemy nation to wage war has taken its toll on your monster hunt and the royal royal royal burning."

I stuck around a little bit and ate a pinch from two of the top Bunwu's.

Make it a real fight. Make it an argument, isolated helplessness is still not feeling well. I decided to raise the white flag. [M]

"Well, so is that... let's stop, let's go any further. I can't help it. I'm sorry, so let's switch and talk about work. Right?"

"Let's get started. Aren't you the one who said... good, though? If Your Excellency will do his duty properly."

"Well, you won't have to worry about that. This is your husband's place of honor. Think about what you lose by losing or running away, and even if you will, you go to win. I won't, and all the hard work I've had will be wasted."

"Huh. You know that, Dooey."

I'm in a good mood for a moment.

"But I'm not too busy trying to win."

That's how they get watered right away. How can you not finish the conversation refreshingly, Koitsu?

"Don't say that, but this is still a tattooed operation for the Dordolan Border Uncle."

"... because the situation is close to packing, I have no choice but to ink it reluctantly."

It is Viktor who says grudgingly. He is responsible for looking at the state's internal affairs with Rubert. The basic bone of my planned operation - the destruction of enemy barracks by Operation Scorched Earth - will naturally not bother you. Whatever it is, tax revenues from all over the state that we should be getting our hands on are going to go to waste.

"As for the area, complain to the Zanktogaren Army, which deliberately attacked my territory. Or to Grandpa, who fomented the war in anticipation of it."

"I've already said it a million times in my heart." especially with the latter in mind. "

"... ooh, ooh"

In response, Dooe pulls her cheeks apart.

That's the kind of thing that builds up, Viktor too...... I'm a little worried that one day you'll be as pocky as my brother. There are some similarities in character. Same blonde. Well, I think this one's a little tougher.

Victor has one cough with Cohon, whether or not he knows he's got that kind of anxiety.

"The rabbit has also done so much so far in the horn, in the pre-prep phase. We must defeat the enemy army at all costs. For that reason, don't be a jerk when it comes to serving in the state capital."

"I said I know. First of all, you're on your way out as an assistant for that, aren't you? of the successor carriage, with His Excellency Uncle Neighborhood."

"That's right..."

Say, check the rear window of the carriage for the rear lane. Right behind us was the carriage of His Excellency Uncle Dordolan Borderline, a samurai of Western calm and merit. My subordination in the faction, but as a sequence of kingdom aristocrats, it's someone who sits a few steps up. I'm getting into the carriage with his house's family crest so I don't get licked aboard with the young man who just became Count. The person in question seemed sorry, but you think this is also for the order of the aristocratic society? If you say you are at war, is that the case?

But his carriage isn't the only one following us.

"If you look at it like this, it's a spectacular view inside."

"Sure. I've never actually seen so many\ 36636;double-step columns.\"

The road runs just down the hill, and you can look out the lane pretty far rearward because of it. Behind us were carriages, carriages, carriages, carriages... a convoy of carriages that lasted as far as we could see.

This is why I left Rubert over there. It is a massive transport line that delivers munitions from Marlan County to the state capital, Voldan.

"Speak up to the merchants in the company of the nickname, the transport unit that made it out of what they levied from the wagon... oh man, how much did it cost?

"If you want to know, will you ask me for a specific estimate?

"... I won't let you. It's going to be long again."

"We have to ask after the war anyway. Why don't you just listen to me now?"

"Doesn't that mean we don't need information until we can win the war safely? Then I'll take my time to hear it."

That's what I say, I wave my hand flashy and put in no. The two ministers all sigh in a frightened breeze again, but did not try to solicit anything in particular.

I watch the rear lane in silence. [M] The weapons loaded and carried on the array, from my point of view, make a good toy, but will only work for the Zanktogaren Army for this first battle. I'm sure you'll be greatly surprised.

I hate war. [M] People target lives, consume mountains of valuable resources and funds, and rarely earn commensurate rewards. At all, humans are creatures. What makes them so mucky to get into this?

But, well. It's not a bad taste to be able to thank the people who got me into the war. The Zanktogaren army guys or that grandfather who would be happy to pull the thread behind them. If you can see their amazing faces, you can put your back on it and go to war with them.

... or if I don't feel compelled to do it, I can't do it in a primitive way.

Oh, I really don't like it.

The government of the state capital, Voldan. Apart from the main residence, built in the hills outside the city, it is the building that presides over the affairs of the city. Normally, officials under the umbrella of the Count Ovenil family packed and worked safely, making it a place of melancholy and sighing from the start of the war here, but now they had changed their fun a little bit.

"What the hell do you mean!?

an official-style man who slaps his hand against the desk as he stands. The subject to whom he is raising his anger and turning his ruggedly connected gaze is the Lord who should serve.

Count Turius Shrounan Ovnir, a young man who suddenly became insane and replaced his retired predecessors, occupying the seat of the Ovnil-owner and the position of Count Voldan.

Since the beginning of the war, it was thought that he had remained motionless from his Viscount stronghold, Marlan, and suddenly came abruptly into the state capital, Voldan, today. There are many things I would like to say about such behaviour, but the officials were swallowing it. But this new Count has come to say that he will not put up with it.

"I don't care what they say..."

Turius laughs like trouble.

"There's nothing more on that warrant than that. If you couldn't read it, why don't I read it to you? 'Those on the right, suspected of embezzlement with regard to taxation. Today, in the event of an unprecedented crisis in our state, we are unable to entrust our positions to the Sukuru people. Hence -' Oh, it's a troublesome sentence. In short, the person whose name is on this is fired on corruption charges.... That said, it's got your name on it, too, right?

And I've turned around and poured a cold gaze without warmth. In the eyes of the new Lord, there is no pity or pity. The thought had only manifested itself as depressing, as the tools that had decided to dispose of it hated to keep the place going.

Officials suddenly found guilty and in danger of pursuing their status sweat and wolf.

"If so, stupid......!? Wow, what do you think of our years of service!?

"Sir, are you?"

A young nobleman, who had refrained beside the Lord, says with a chilling grin.

Viktor Dracroix Lorje, a man known as one of Turius' crotches who has served since Viscount Marlan. From this official, who has served the Count's family more than his predecessors, the newcomer is also a good Qing Er. That's what I don't know about the right or the left. I was coming to the grace of the new lord and trying to monopolize the whole house. From the Count Minister of Ancient Ginseng, he is an unobtrusive opponent.

The uncanny man in his princely appearance looked down on the swirling officials.

"What is the service of privately song about taxes, and thus building a separate mansion in the city, and letting a woman live? Well, when was this country's dictionary revised?

"Become..."

Stuck in words.

Viktor's dialogue was indeed pointing to the lines the man was hiding.

But you can't admit it. If you admit it, you'll lose everything because you're guilty, so you can't admit it no matter what.

"This is a complaint! No roots, no leaves! Don't believe me, Count!

"Sue me."

To the official's appeal, Turius throws off the paperwork with a fed up look on his face.

"- Documents of this evidence. The discrepancy between the state teller's record and the case you were in charge of, and the merchant's paw book you negotiated when you bought the property. Anything else...... well, no. I know it's not an indictment."

"Hey..."

"By the way, this is a copy, so there's no point in trying to pull it off and burn it to break it. We keep the original at Marlan's."

Officials were disappointed at Viktor's capture.

In fact, the idea of doing exactly that was going through a chill.

"But...! Oh, yeah, trial! At least give me a chance to get a trial! I'm telling you, I have proof, but it is far too lawless for you to dictate your subordinates' progress and retreat in your presence! In light of the jurisprudence..."

"Normally, I would."

Turius blocks the officials who recruit you looking like a pain in the ass.

"Hate and now we're at war. I can't do this many times. You seem to be long enough for one thing last year.... Surely during the war, the Lords would have no problem establishing guilt and sentence with abbreviated summary judgment, Viktor?

"Yes, my lord. The Kingdom's code guarantees the aristocracy full discretion over its own territory and its own people in times of war. Minutes, the battle is the greatest duty of the royal clan."

"That sort of thing. Well, give it up and stay in the cabin.... I'll call you when it's time."

That's how I hand signal toward the corner of the room. A man who had refrained there stood up sneakingly and extended his arm toward the official.

"Dooey. Show him around. When that's done, say hello to the others on the list."

"Shit, you can handle it with boredom..."

Douye Schwartzer. An adventurous martial artist and one near the new Earl of Turius. And what to hide is where Zanktogaren is now attacking the land.

Officials shouted at the last bad scratch.

"Or, my lord! You're being deceived! To Aoyagi there and to this enemy!

"Huh? If that's true, it's tough. Let me ask you something. Really?

"No." "No."

The two return a reply of denial as aligned. Turius was satisfied with it. As if they were convinced that it would never be possible, such as lying to their own questions.

"Well, take him. This is a waste of time."

"Oops.... look, walk tight"

A former official who is grabbed by the roots like a dog or cat and transported to Dooe. He was taken out of the room, calling for something even when the door was closed, but the two remaining indoors did not care at all.

Open your mouth as Turius gently turns his stiff neck.

"Well, I guess cleaning this government building is a paragraph if we leave it to Dooey later"

"Ha, straight away."

"Thanks to the Lord's right to wartime dictatorship, the unwanted people in the ministerial corps go clean up all at once. One of the few things I'm glad this war happened. I know there are a lot more things that aren't good."

Turius Shrounan Ovenil is an efficient man. When he is pointed out that way, he denies that he is not as good as his Academy mentors, but his subordinates generally thought so.

There is no way he could end such an outburst of war by moaning that it was just a disaster. As for unfortunate events, use what is available. Would it not be a good opportunity, for example, to invoke the extraordinary late concentration of power to solemnize disturbing elements within the ministerial corps?

Viktor leaks a tickle and a grin.

"In other words, a felony is a felony. There will be no choice but to do more things that are not good."

"So is that... Well, according to Rubel's list of made, about 30% of what I'll leave with this arrestor is somewhat usable. The rest of you are worthless."

Guissili and Turius' rightful chairs baffled ominously.

The next morning.

Refugee camps outside the walls of the city of Voldan. The temporary shelter of the refugees, lined with crude Barack roofs, was wrapped up in the hustle and bustle of the hour. A small square that hits the center of a rapidly occurring slum. And it was there, at the hands of the slaves of the lord's reign, that one thing after another was carried in, and something was assembled.

"What the hell? What do you mean, it starts?

"I don't know..."

The color of vigilance rather than curiosity comes to mind in the faces of people watching the work in faraway windings. That would be the case, too. They were tied out of the walls of Voldan until today. I have the feeling that I have been abandoned by lords and officials. Even if I were to get my hands on this refugee colony now, I couldn't think of a good idea of the means.

"Even so, don't wear anything good for the habit of slavery"

"Totally."

"Shit...... how many days are we dressed?

What the refugees look resentful about is the outfit of the slaves of the Ovenil family. The young aristocrats who have just become new counts, the servants who will be kept by them, what a drunkenness they will be, the man wearing butler clothes and the woman sleeves through maid clothes. It's also made of a lot of superior materials, and they wash it better. Reflecting the sun and sparkling, it's like noble clothing.

What is it that we wrap ourselves around? Before the invasion of the enemy forces, he fled in wild clothes and walked all the way here. For this reason, there is no reason to change. The clothing starts to get dirty and the body odor is completely stained. I have to feel cold every time the fall breeze blows as the collar on my sleeve tears apart.

Why do we, the civilians, feel so miserable that the slaves who should be looked down on and so on have good thoughts? Between the refugees, the antipathy slowly smoked up.

In doing so, the work of the slaves had ended unusually early.

What appeared in the small square was the assembly ceremony stage. Is it about three meters tall and ten meters wide on the platform? It is a size that can be called a little stage. Stand up and you will see the spectacular refugees gathered, and you will also be able to look up satisfactorily at the figures on the stage from below.

Eventually one nobleman appeared on the stage accompanied by an escort.

Brown hair close to red in shades reminiscent of red copper, blue-eyed. Though conspicuous, he lacked extrusion and hegemony, a less impressive, but seemingly good face of a person. Something like when I was old, I just finally got to twenty?

The nobleman stands on the altar and looks around, raising his voice.

"Guys!

The voice drew attention from all over the square to the stage. Not only do the refugees, who until then had snuck under a crude roof and looked stranger, also come crawling out of something.

The nobles confirmed that there were more people around them before continuing.

"Nice to meet you, guys! My name is Turius Shrounan Ovenil, Lord of the Land of Voldan and Earl of the Kingdom!

To the Word, the people turn their eyes to one another, and they raise their voices.

Lord or Count? That such a presence on a cloud appeared in a tiny, filthy refugee colony?

It wasn't very conceived. Anyway, when you are noble, there is an overwhelming majority of people who do not even see you as the same people. It is unprecedented, such as manifesting oneself before the people in this way and speaking out. Probably communicated his will through the minister, and that's it. If nobility were to exchange words with civilians, it would be only a very limited layer of strength, such as merchants and rich farmers. I wonder why that speaks out to the lower peasants, the displaced people, who are denied entry into the city.

The unlikely events continued even further, as they chased after each other in confusion.

"This time, during the invasion of our outrageous neighbour Zanktogaren, you all failed to guarantee the safety of the people of Voldan, and it is sincerely at the mercy of my immorality that I have made such an infirmity as it is today. Therefore, it goes hand in hand with the carriage that I will deeply appreciate here....... I'm so, so sorry!

That is what Turius said, and drowned his head deeply.

The people were bewildered.

A ruler whose nobility… squeezes taxes from the peasants, drops them into slavery if they cannot take them, and exploits them thoroughly, bows his head. It is also towards a people who should be subject to domination. A sunny thunderbolt would mean this.

The refugees were surprised, bewildered, and

"... don't be ridiculous!

I raised my anger.

"Suddenly you come out, how many words are you going to say!

"Yes, they do!

"Now it's just a matter of words!

"My child died of hunger and disease. Yikes!?

"Give me the food! Give me where you live! Give us back our village!

"Take down the fucking Zanktogaren army! I guess that's why you take taxes from us and have an army!?

The people get angry. Angry, and keeps making me curse.

They continued to force patience. The invaders chased the villages, forced them to lose their homes and fields, starve and freeze, live in unclean surroundings, become sick, and die.

Can we forgive the aptitude of the aristocracy with one apology at a time, while being placed in such a predicament for days? There's no way I can do that. Ning Lo, a concrete spear of anger appeared in front of him, at a distance that seemed within reach. It would be natural to erupt the grievances that were accumulating in one piece.

Except if this is a saint of virtue, or a prestigious gentleman who has been following and featuring areas like the Dordolan Border Uncle for years. The people would have listened some honestly, too, and waited long enough for the words to follow. But now standing here on the stage is a young man who just stood to the Lord this fall. In addition, the people do not know, but in aristocratic society they are notorious men as madmen who slaughter slaves. We do not have to know if Marlan, whom he rebuilt almost from scratch, is impossible, for example, to deal with the refugees gathered from all over Jordan and to forgive them with words only.

Yes, if only words.

"... Quiet Ye!!

Make sure you push through the folk cursing rumors, and a sip will sound like you're at the bottom of your belly.

The black-crushed martial officer who was arriving at the escort - Dooey - shouted up.

People tremble victoriously, turning and quieting back. He's a man with a big two-handed sword who seems powerful because he sees it, though only one. For the people, where violence and other fights between villagers were sophisticated, the intimidation brewed by former adventurers of the war, who had slaughtered many demons, was difficult to resist.

Turius goes on again as he hands embarrassed the minister who threatened the people.

"Your anger, Sincerely! It will not be so believable, such as the words of those who are scarce in performance and who appear late in this time of crisis. So..."

That's how I separated the words once and signaled something behind my back.

"- First of all, I'd like to show you my sincerity."

Then several men and women go up on the stage so that they can be pulled off by the slaves.

He was a bureaucrat-style man and a woman who looked like Nana. They are all roped in the back of their hands and bitten with monkeys in their mouths. It was treated like a sinner.

Turius shudders.

"These men have been embezzling your taxes for years, and women were surrounded by the city as their mistresses. Naturally, it was obtained from taxes through corruption, by the dark gold behind it."

"Hey, what!?

"Our taxes... for a woman!?

Once again, the voice of anger rises from there. But change the subject from Turius to those who were struck with rope.

Turius plays his hand between the brows with such flavors as even mourning.

"I apologize for the overlapping appearance of such an uncomfortable person during the unsolicited crisis since the opening of our state. Most worryingly, the room for everyone packed for evacuation to this city would have been taken away by a private residence purchased with sinful gold…"

The fan whispers.

You're here because of them. He said it was because he picked money out of the tax habit and surrounded the city with women.

The gaze of the people is now poured on the corrupt officials on the stage and their mistresses with even a clear intention to kill.

"I want to ask you all! What should I do with these people?

The answer to the question returned immediately.

"Kill him!"

"Snap your neck!

"Death penalty, death penalty!

Death penalty, death penalty, death penalty!

To the voices begging for death rising unanimously, the sinners, the subject, trembled.

When Turius makes a strangely tender look, he removes the ape from one of the sinners and says:

"You all say this… do you have any words to give them back?

The official lost color and shouted.

"What's wrong with me!?

Pitali and the anger of the people stopped. But that's different from when Dooey intimidated me. A dangerous equilibrium on the verge of explosion, like a forced lid on a boiling, blowing pan. The man who was removed from the ape keeps talking without realizing it.

"I just picked it out of some taxes, and that's what!? There's something wrong with surrounding a woman! Why do you have to get shot at by these filthy displaced people! What are you staring at, bitches?

I don't even think I'm defending the situation, a bunch of ugly curses.

This would have seemed to be the case if someone with the heart had seen it drooling. It's like being hung up even by implication so that I can be honest with you about what I thought to you.

It is a sight that may remind those who listened to one of last year's trials of what happened to that defendant.

But it's just the ignorant masses who are here now. You must not even have known what happened, such as the trial a year ago. It simply seems to me that the officials of the lower aristocracy are looking down on themselves over this period.

"I'm kidding!!

"What the fuck do you think we are!

"Die! Die clean!

The people, oiled with anger, finally began to pick up the pebble at their feet and throw it at the sinners on the stage. Some of them even try to throw dirt in. Turius also glanced at the boulder and sent instructions to Dooe to execute his sentence quickly.

"Come on, Dooey"

"... oops"

I let go of my two-handed sword and he gently barebacks. The people stopped throwing things at the sound of the air roaring disturbingly. Looking at it, he stomps and holds down with his feet the man who has been removed the monkey monkey monkey monkey that still keeps calling.

"Around!?

"Hey, what's the last thing left to say?

"Let's go to trial! In the light of the laws of the kingdom-"

"The laws of that kingdom guarantee me the right to cut you off.... Enough, get it done soon"

Shortly after the new Count told him in cold blood, a decisive blow was slammed into the sinner's neck.

My neck flies without even the scream of the disconnected demon, and my blood flows out under my bed in momentum.

The execution proceeded as if it had begun once or flowed.

An accomplice man. A woman who was surrounded by money obtained through corruption. One sin after another, he is decapitated. Each time the people cheered and lowered their drinks.

"Fuck off!"

"It's a heavenly punishment! You can't do anything wrong!

"Hooray! Hooray for the lord!

They curse those who have been verbally beheaded, and praise Tullius for having served his sentence. For peasants who lack entertainment, the execution of sinners is a costume afterthought. Those who do evil are judged in a miserable way, and the righteous themselves look at it without a scratch. It is a bloody improvisational play, which is a terminal expression of the theme of good and evil.

People immersed in excitement and refreshment now blindly honor Turius for flattering it. As I totally forgot I was the subject of cursing until a while ago.

The Earl on the altar continues without even being concerned about the severity of the people's variation.

"Gentlemen, evil has now been judged, and their possessions that I had done have returned to public goods. We are now preparing to cook them out with them in hand. We are also ready to open up some of the houses and government offices we have confiscated from the sinners and provide them as a temporary residence for you!

"Whoa, whoa!

"You have food, you have a place to live!

"It's all because of you!

"Hooray! Long live Count Ovenil!

Hooray. Hooray! Hooray!!

The cheering voices of the enthusiastic displaced give the city of Vordan . Tullius Ovenil responds with one hand up in the light of it. The man hated in the alley as [Slave Killer], [Cannibal Snake], etc., now reigned only at this moment as a prestigious monarch supported by all the people.

And he gently pours poison into people who intoxicate without knowing anything.

"... and suddenly!

Waving in a daunting gesture, people quietly listen to the words.

It releases like this. to his original purpose.

"But right now, Voldan is threatened by the demons of the invaders. There are only 2,000 men in the army to face this."

Neglect, twitching occurred. The number of soldiers he told is too small. It is also an indispensable number of people to defend this city of Voldan. Now I can't tell you to feel safe.

"I am also distressed to have to say this to all of you who have endured the ordeal. But I dare you to injustice me there! Please, could you please stand with me and join me in the fight against Zanktogaren!?

So I say we recruit soldiers from the people and fight this in conjunction with the army.

"Hey, what are we gonna do...?

"I can't help it, can I?"

"He said there's only two thousand troops... so much less because you lost, right?

Naturally, the people step on two feet with anxious faces.

Most of them are peasants who don't know the art of fighting, and the enemy doesn't even send regular soldiers who have oppressed them. No matter how much the lord asks, there is no reason to join the battlefield.

A solemn and exuberant enthusiasm of corrupt officials pulls away as if watered - just before,

"I'll do it!

From among the refugees, one young man raised his voice.

"Even if the lord gave me food and put me inside the walls, if I lost to Zanktogaren, I'd be grandpa! They take everything away from me again and throw me under the cold sky!

The surrounding human beings rise as if they were paralyzed by their voices.

People were remembering. Run-down neighbors who visited the village one day. They said with one voice at a time.

The enemy attacked us. And the Zanktogaren appeared, and took away the fruit of the fields, and the grace of the ranch. Those who resisted were killed.

That's why we deserted the village and ran into this state capital. Isn't that to spare the Zanktogaren army? What if the Lord's army challenged and tore this in small numbers? The enemy army will now avalanche into the city of Vordan, and both the food they will be given and their temporary dwellings will be taken away again.

"Yes... not like this"

"We have to fight, no..."

"Don't beat the crap out of them, Zanktogaren!

Focusing on the men, the voice of fighting is gradually increasing.

Don't forgive the invaders. We want our village, our fields, back.

In it, one of the refugees leaks like this.

"Yes, you can't leave them alone! They're going to set fire to the village they attacked!

"What!?

"Is that true!?

"Oh! They have no prospect. I burned it from house to field! Punishment, even the church!

"Ugh, in our village, they threw poison into the well... one child in the village, and that's what killed him!

"Hi-ha... it's like we're all going to kill each other."

"It's like, I guess you actually care about that!

Some say: The village daughter was kidnapped and humiliated. And some cry out that they have taken away their wives. Some women lament that they were robbed of children by play and killed.

One after the other, the pattern of damage taken from Zanktogaren. Once again, well-known they fueled people's defensive instincts and hatred.

As a result,

"Fight! I'll fight too!

"Lord! Add them to the army!

"Our village, we'll get it back!

A voice begging for service rises in explosive momentum.

Until now, they have been refugees with nothing. But Turius whispered there. I cut the empty bill in an attempt to prepare meals and a place to stay.

And they believed that they had something to protect themselves against. For tomorrow's meal today, a house that doesn't have to freeze in the autumn breeze. He was imprisoned by the perception that he would be given them, which he had not actually seen, and the sense of crisis that all of them were about to be taken away by the impending Zanktogaren army.

So fight. To protect. And not to be taken away.

Among those so determined were a few who exposed themselves to different expressions. As if he were intoxicated by bad liquor or medicine, he had a frivolous eye. But the refugees are now in a state of mania. They say they're drunk, but they can't care what others are drunk about.

The man on the stage smiles at the raging voice of the crowd.

"Thank you...... thank you, guys! Let us join forces with each other more than this, and make sure to restore peace to this land!

"" Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

To the roar of the fanned people, Turius gave himself up and covered his face.

It also seemed to swallow and cry... or as if the devil was laughing at people's stupidity with his stomach full of laughter.