Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

And the chronological order returns to the present - at the time of the visit of Turius and the Omnian envoys.

- Those slaves were imported from Zanktogaren.

Import. A bud of disgust grew rapidly in Yongdu in its words of treating humans as if they were objects. Turius' mouthfeel is calm and careless, not to boast of ourselves nor to look down on others. As I look at the birds in the sky and think, "Don't fly," I naturally consider slaves to be objects. Such thought seemed clear.

Cheng Cheng, Elisha says it doesn't suit us.

At the earliest, there is no relief - or insult - at first sight. The man sitting in front of him, wearing a harmless mask of humans and animals, but beneath it is dangerous, not knowing what kind of face he is hiding. As soon as I thought so, the annoyance that comes up burns my chest.

Asked sideways, Irmaella was also frowning at what Turius had said. but the person in question has no noticed wind and keeps grinning.

"For how many minutes, civil unrest persists in his country. Isn't it often that the winning side throws the losing side of the people into slavery? And the battle against our country last year is also a food crisis caused by the fact that the fields were rough by demons. An inedible peasant sells his family to slacken his mouth... wouldn't this be common?

"Hmm? And you seem to have bought in a good number. There are examples in ancient times, such as the farm that threw all those slaves."

To Elisha's words, which did not hide the shadow, the said side raised its voice low.

"Ha ha. Yeah, for how many minutes our territory was short of manpower because of the many casualties of war. Securing the workforce is a pressing challenge in order to fill the hole. Then the slave simply thought to make it quick.... Well, we're beating a lot on reconstruction policy, so, as you can see, depending on what you're letting go and working on your budget."

When I say that and look over the gallant receptacle, I scratch my cheeks like they were lit. His tricks are the very warm young people who seem to like. The inhumanity of the language spoken, if it blocks your ears for the first time inhumane, though.

"My Marquis... I would like to say that I have gone too far, but would you not come and do a harsh trick against some of the slaves?

It is Irmaella who says it in a strong voice. Turius blinks his eyes with Kyoton.

"And you say?

"I looked down the road, but the slaves working on farmland look forced to work intact. No, let's get this straight. Doesn't that make you feel more frustrated and tormented by labor than making you work?"

Yongdu also reflects the sight he saw outside the carriage, behind his lid. Wrap dirt around your lean and faded body and look at the people who can make you work while you flutter. There was a man who was forced to hold a water bottle with plenty of contents by himself. Even if he fell from fatigue, he was caused by the supervisor's peasant, and there were children who would take him to the fold. Some women were dragged from the middle of their work dignified into the shadows of their lovely grin. There were countless bodies stacked like dust (garbage) that had stopped moving at the earliest point. And a silver collar light on all its necks.... I remember. I feel nauseous.

The tense person who created it,

"Is that it? Totally troublesome."

That's what I said, as if it were some other HR.

"Trouble, things...?

"Yeah. Those Zanktogarenian slaves are what we're giving to the Voldan peasants. I'd like to use it well, but who just fought last year? Because of that resentment, neither can the people be rough with slaves. This is an invaluable workforce, so I'd like you to avoid wasting it."

And sighs deeply. There was indeed a mourning there. There is a lamentation that there is no body, like an adult who sees a child break a toy with an eclampsia, like a fierce child who likes or dislikes to hold it against a vegetable left on a plate. Sympathy for the victim is an expression of feelings of inhumanity that cannot be seen in shards. Really, I'm getting a bad chest listening.

Ilmaella agreed, inadvertently slapped the table hard and stood up.

"No...... not much to say about that!

"Yes?"

"Aren't you the same person, though slave!?

"Uh, right. But you don't have a problem with the owner, do you?

"That's not true, it shouldn't be, like people abuse people for no reason!

"Oh, I agree with that. So I said it was troublesome."

"What, you don't want to be exchanged for a resolution?

"I also pay attention every time I visit the countryside. Please use it more seriously. But the way you treat slaves is up to your husband."

I didn't think so. These two stories are not hopelessly meshing. Turius, who sees slavery only as a tool to consume it as a labor force, and Irmaella, who believes that any one should be free and equal to himself. Even though the same ingredients as the treatment of slaves are placed on the top (soda), the incisions are as if they were different. It won't be forever for the two of them to interact like this.

Yet she was still trying to continue the vain debate.

"That's why that one is too harsh......! In the first place, slavery is the status of being dropped as a hardship to forgiveness if you fail to sin or perform your duty, isn't it? He said he was suffering and working so hard."

"Oh, that view was put forward by Pope Domenico Vesbucci in 458 years of ascension, wasn't it? on the contradiction that arises between the teachings of the fraternity of the Holy Kings and slavery."

"What? Yeah."

"'A slave is the appearance of a sinner connected to a scum. The LORD of slaves is a good male and female, who have shown the readiness of the heavens to act on their behalf with pure wealth, and have taken upon themselves. But the Lord of slaves has the right to judge and grant forgiveness for his redemption, for all his admissibility, and for all the hard labour he imposes on himself' … I wonder. Does it fit?

……

Irmaella gets stuck in words. She is eager to learn to teach and cannot deny that she is even called a contemporary Virgin by the people of the world. Then I guess that means that Turius is paradoxically correct in what he said.

"I mean, the Church officially recognizes the custom of freedom no matter how you treat slaves if you're your husband, right? No matter how much I suffer as atonement for my sins, I'm also free not to grant forgiveness until I die... that's why I'm in trouble too. Because the meaningless slave bullying of the peasants cannot be stopped by about the Marquis of a single country, beyond what the Pope said at the time guaranteed freedom. Well, unless the Church has been announcing new views since then. In my memory, I don't think so."

After all, silence ruled the room.

Irmaella is leaning down and silent. betrayed by the Church's teachings, the foundation upon which she believed in the ethics and righteousness. Turius looks tired somewhere, waiting to hear any objections. The people around him drank solitary spit and watched what happened. The clerics of the mission, the marquis ministers like Rubel and so on, and the swordsmen who seem to be escorts. The slave woman who came in maid clothes, that's the one who hasn't broken her expression like a statue. Even though my husband told me that it was up to the Lord's discretion to suffer or die, such as the treatment of slaves, none else would.

"So I would have said. Don't go in deep because it doesn't fit."

The whining Elisha leaked with her sigh echoed loudly in Yongdu's ear, even though she should have been lurked enough.

A doctrine preaching the sum and unity of human beings and a society that casts the same human beings into slavery and exploits them. Reasons to tolerate and juxtapose that contradiction. Turius knows and points out the distortion and leaves it on top of it. It is also natural, because it is he who made slaves to be beside him, and made numerous slaves to the land. It is certainly worrying that there will be more wasteful consumption than I thought because of the peasants' eight strikes.

but that's just it. The shameful custom of slavery, the great yuan in question, seeks to be actively exploited by Ningro.

Really, it's not going to fit.

"... oops excuse me. You've had a long chat about greeting. I'll bring you a drink or something right now. I asked you, uni."

"Yes, I'm in awe"

Turius sending out slave women as well as reminding them.

To that appearance, one of the clerics of the ever silent mission pinches his mouth.

"Will the Marquis entrust slaves with the service of his guests?

"This is overlapping. Excuse me. I gave my family some free time back in the day when I was packing in the mansion in Voldan. Forgive me if I'm understaffed."

"But then again, after being cornered by our representative..."

"Stop."

Irmaella's suppression flies to his men intertwined with the Netineti. but I should still say, that voice has no more power than usual.

"... rubel"

"Ha."

At the Lord's command, he took out something that the minister had prepared in the corner of the room and put it on the table with all due respect. It is a leather bag that is so packed that it is likely to cut into a bread.... the rotten boys colour the sound of hard objects rubbing against each other that leak into the bounce.

"We wanted to help everyone who travels all the way to Zanktogaren with a few things, and we prepared the dimensions in addition to the Road Bank. Because of the painful nostalgia, it became a literal symbol, but if you laugh, it's above all."

Donation...... the point is money. The air in the field changed all at once.

"No, Sincerely! Marquis Ovenil is a man of truth!

"How well you have learned the story in earlier jurisprudence. Believers as loyal as you cannot be in your country."

"Thank you very much for your disrespect for what you said earlier. Until I tried your sincerity. Forgive me. No, it's really sunny when you cut yourself for a reward."

As soon as the nostalgia becomes moist, it is this obedience in turn. Yongdu couldn't watch. Irmaella also lays down her face to be ashamed. Elisha looked at it like it was white.

(What is this?

I thought I was biting my teeth in pain.

A society that tolerates crushing people as slaves. Besides, Aru's religion. Dirty Money Exchange.... what a brave man to defeat the Demon King. Isn't it a monster that a bunch of bastards laughing naggingly in front of you should be exterminated more than substitutes who don't even know if they are like that?

I regret my helplessness. I can't penetrate what I think is right and line up what I feel is wrong. On the contrary, he has not even been given a position to pinch his mouth. No, even Irmaella, who had the role of a messenger, cannot be intercepted and disproved.

(Fuck you......!

The two were children. Neither Yongdu nor Irmaella were just children who were flirting with the old adults and the cruel world without any exchanging skills.

"... I brought you a drink"

A female slave, known as Uni, serves a bottle that looks like wine.

"Although it does not and does not attach to the blood of God, which is dried in communion, red wine is a local specialty. Please taste it."

Tullius' kind words to BGM, and a glass can be arranged on the table. The leather bags that were there until earlier are already in the pockets of the priests. Yongdu will naturally also receive a red liquid that smells of alcohol.

"No, I'm fine.... I can't drink at this age."

There's no way high school students can drink. I don't have the feeling that this is a different world, not Japan, but it seemed kind of awkward to try to delude alcohol into disgusting moods. For one thing, it overlaps what he thinks is a disgusting statue of an adult.

but it seems that the rejection was a strange reflection for the people around him. I felt a frigid gaze flying from the people on the mission and the ministers of the Ovenil family.

Turius also looks at this one as if he had first noticed the presence of Yongdu.

"Hmm? Speaking of which, what about you?

Still, eyes as if trying to see through the back of the hood. It's like the eye of a snake that identifies its prey. Irmaella opens her mouth to shelter Yongdu, who feels frightened and turns away.

"This person was accompanied as my caregiver."

"Why are you hiding your face like that again?

"We provide protection in the church for places that seem to have been deceased and teased by distant countries, so you have a rare appearance on the continent. I thought it would be hard to keep getting a curious glance from the surroundings."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see your face."

Wrapped in polite language and a serene voice, the willingness to not make me say whether or not to do so flies.

... In terms of courtesy, Yongdu should have given way here. A public messenger is meeting his landlord to wish him a stay, so there is no good reason for him to be in that group, such as a mysterious figure hiding his face. But I still didn't like it. Sometimes I don't want such a nasty guy to remember my face, but I was more anxious than that. I have a bad feeling that I won't be good at it, as if I could turn it into stone if I met him right in the face. I was so sure that if this guy saw my face, something would happen that would never be good, I wouldn't know why.

But...

"His Excellency the Marquis said the most.... Hey, can I see your face soon? would be disrespectful."

The voice of a cleric commanding him to pound his tongue on wine.

... No matter how much I thought I didn't like it, it was his position not to reject it. Still, if you're going to refuse, you're going to have to kick your seat and run away, but you're also not the one who can expect generosity from someone who behaved suspiciously like that.

Yongdu has no choice but to lower the hood worn deep into his eyes with a cursory hand.

"... It's Ut Jeremiah. Pleasure."

I named my name like an infidel, it was that moment.

For the first time, a man whose face, hair, skin, revealed the colour of his eyes, and constantly grinned lightly and inexperienced, changed his complexion.

"Ki, you..."

Round the eyes you were narrowing and open your mouth like you were taken aback. It was as if it couldn't possibly be - it was the agitation that even ghosts saw in front of them. The color of the eyes changes dramatically from stunned to bewildered and somewhere nostalgic.

The same is true of Yongdu who learned to be confused. It is true that for the humans of this world, whose Western characteristics are common, his appearance in the oriental style - the Japanese - would be unusual. But would it surprise you so much?

Unexpectedly, I felt a frigid chill. It's a chill that has a feeling of a more direct danger to life, again different from the disgust I felt from Turius. Looking sideways, a woman named Uni stared at me.

"- It's okay, Uni. Just a little surprised."

At the same time as that word, the feeling resembling cold air disappears like a lie. Yongdu reconsidered whether that was an illusion. How did you also feel chills from strange women?... I'm not a comic book character. With such joking emotions, the earlier sense of crisis disappeared from his consciousness.

"Excuse me. I ate my face more than I thought... if it was good, why don't we talk slowly later, Jeremiah...... Mr. Ute?

Than that, Turius, who now speaks so intimately, was also a pressing challenge.

"... Speaking of which, I heard you weren't in a hurry to get married, was that your hobby?

Elisha whispers and leaks strangely serious, but I want you to tell me it's a joke. I didn't want to think he was the kind of guy who would spit on himself on this when he said he was just someone he couldn't bear to disgust.

It was Irmaella who sent the help ship there.

"Marquis, I know how generous you are, but we are in a hurry."

She breaks in between Yongdu and Turius to shelter and says.

"If you rent an inn at your mansion overnight, you have to leave as soon as possible the next morning. Euthan, I need some time to rest your body."

"Oh? Are you ready to go over the mountains in such a hurry?

"Huh?"

I wonder what you're talking about, this man. I have no plans to cross the mountains or anything to Omnia's mission. We should continue north through several aristocratic territories and cross the border from the territory of the Duke of Armand. I'm surprised he's already been notified about it.

Looking over the room, none of the Ovenil family have questioned the words of Turius. Only people from Omnia are wondering.

He seemed to have guessed something, and Elisha opens her mouth towards Turius.

"Marquis of Ovenil. I don't know, did something happen in Armando? There's an emergency that's holding back our itinerary."

"The boulder is Sir Barbastol, you are sharp at these things. Yeah, you're right. Sometimes I was working on measures after that report -"

The young Marquis told the messengers that he would flaunt his shoulders as troubled.

"- As for the other day, the Duke of Armando lost his legs and was detained in the King's Capital. He says he's preparing to march in on this as a dissatisfaction in his territory. If you do it badly, it's a civil war not only in your neighborhood, but also in this country."

"What...?

Irmaella first rounded her eyes and then blued her face.

If it were war, the demons would be empowered by the resentment of the dead and the hatred of the living. They were the ones sent out to avoid it. Before it even reached its destination as a messenger of peace, it fought again. Confused and discouraged, I can detect that there will be no one else.

"That's why I was wondering if going north to Zanktogaren would be more difficult for the time being. If you are going to cross to a neighboring country, will you wait for the situation to settle down and do as it was originally planned, or will you reroute and take the road over the mountain... Well, either way, why don't you come up with it while you stay at our house for a while?

Staying for a while? In this mansion?

I'm not kidding, it was Yongdu's mood. They spend some time under one roof with a cold-blooded nobleman whose first voice is "no body" even when the inhabitants crush their slaves. I don't feel alive even if I just imagined it.

"What the hell happened..."

Yongdu's leaked whine was an unheard of stupidity about this outbreak.

But it seems that Turius overheard it and burns the care he doesn't need for discipline.

"Even for us, we only have fragmentary information coming in. Still, if you don't mind, I'll explain..."