Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Brosenne, the king's capital. The traces of the great fire that struck this city last year were also wiped day after day, and now it was gushing with the buzz coming from the aftermath of last year's victory.

In front of the gates that will be the entrance to the city, there will be an expensive carriage that will follow the long lanes and knights. The gatekeeper's soldier saw the horse holding it in his eyes and a color of tension on his face. Connected to the leading carriage is a unicorn. It is a spiritual experimental holy beast, which can only be given to those who are close to the king in stature.

And he lifted up his voice toward the gatekeepers.

"This will be the carriage of the house of the Duke of Armando, in awe! The public wants to enter as soon as possible. Open the gate!

Lord Armando is a great nobleman who guards the border with Zanktogaren in the north, neither pushed nor pushed.

He had a great deal of military power and a wide territory to support it and governed this at his sole discretion. That is closer to an independent principality than to the territory of the kingdom. Big men among the big men, even in the domestic forces assigned to the region. That's what suddenly appeared to Brosenne.

"Ha! Right away!"

Though he is, the duke speaketh of the will of the duke. There is no room for resistance when it comes to wooden soldiers. I didn't even get an exam. Though a sudden visit, the Duke, the king's blood, is the opponent. If so, there can be no suspicion that they are carrying prohibited goods.

The hasty opening of the door. One man watches it from inside the car.

Lord Armando.

At the same time, it is one of the best Kunmen in the kingdom of Arquelle, and a samurai who has confronted an unafraid neighbour for many years. Deserving of his history, he buries flesh in the carriage seat, combining the admirable goodness of a rich man with his forged success. One sigh of irony, even as he looks ambitious poking his cheek wand at his elbow hanging.

"The soldiers of the king's capital have lost much of their quality."

Saying, the public recalls the past.

That little Marquis Lavalle was alive. Fold, soldiers defending Brosenne were not such weak hips. Not to mention the Duke. The leftovers are the leftovers. I could see the temper of being a local nobleman. Now it is the end of giving in to the degree of the Duke, even though it is under his command. That means that that is all, the power of the centralists is falling.

A minister aboard opened his mouth to the dew, as did his obedience.

"I was still wondering if there was a shortage of little talent to Rangogne"

"I can't contain it. Meervan, too."

Rangogne just leaves it to his youth in his mid-thirties to exaggerate. He doesn't have enough skill to wrap up a centralist. The opposing horse, Meervan, is not incompetent, but essentially it is the auxiliary and foolish character that shines. It would still be good if Lavalle was in power, but that old man's death now tended to blemish his presence as well.

"The rumored [slave slayer] went up to the Marquis and took up the protection of Elpis-Roane."

"I can't believe we're going to have to reuse such a student, because it looks like the sparrows are at last poor."

Totally, Lord Armando laughs. It is a mockery.

Turius Shrounan Ovenil, the new Marquis, a tri-state eunuch with Elpis-Roane in Voldan. I was surprised by the battle merit in last year's battle, but I don't have a good reputation. The nose knob of the aristocratic society, who then bleeds for no reason and delays in the lowly alchemy.

I hear he has recently joined forces with the Dordolan Border Uncle and has risen as a middleman, but it was a laughing matter. However, it is an emerging house with only about two hundred years of history, an unprecedented whore in its short history, but also an extremes of transcendence, such as connecting the countrymen to each other and pinching their mouths in national politics.

I also hear that peasants who have fled the provinces here recently - including some who have escaped Armando's territory - have been incorporated into the territory. The pioneers who joined Vordan and Elpis-Roane even after filing a restitution appeal, such as the three boys who were once not even named in the ledger. Now I just have to cry and fall asleep. What an abomination.

It is only evidence of the weakening of the totalitarians, such as such bandits giving men the status and authority to misunderstand. Do you want me to clean the court first, then carefully strip him of his unworthy clothes, or do you want me to clean him up in one breath and hold him accountable for that appointment and slap the totalitarians? Either way, now was a good time to slap Zanktogaren. The Duke circles the arithmetic in his head.

"Well... we have to discuss it before we go to the Royal Palace."

The carriage rocks and moves forward at the same time as the potpourri growled.

Thus the Duke of Armando crept through the gates of the king's capital.

Never again, I can't go back.

Slap the faint totalitarians, or the middle-doing, the newly exited pile. The Duke's reckoning forced him from the first step to despair.

"... what do you mean, Lord Barbastol?

He disproves, with a glance, to the man who pinches the table and makes a difference.

This is an aristocratic residence set in the capital of the king. It is also the residence of the Marquis Barbastol, considered a decentralized executive. After many years of running to adjust local and central interests, Hou is one plain but remarkable one now. Evidence of this is that one of my daughters runs off as a knight to a woman and keeps her lifeblood even when she enters the Kingsguard and ties it to the center.

Therefore, the Duke of Armando also visited to consult that he could not hinder the

"Let me tell you something now. I can see that you have an important consultation, but I will first say hello to Your Majesty before I ask."

Marquis Barbastol says so with a bitter smile on his fine, temperate face.

Lord Armando frowned.

"Say what. You must go to the royal palace to worship His Majesty. He wants to talk to you about how you relate to the history of that royal palace."

"This is a different word."

Refusal, surrounded by serenity, blocks him from speaking.

"I don't think Lord Armando would like to be dealt with in the palace right now."

"- Barbastol, ho!

A fist that was saving slammed an oak table and a tea bowl leaped on the plate.

"I don't get it if I'm clear!? How do you relate to the rapists in the palace! So how do we deal with the people who sneak up on national politics without knowing it! That's what I'm talking about!

An outrage echoes in the midst of the response. It is a rough behavior that does not seem to be one of the leading species in the kingdom. Not very much, but it wasn't an attitude toward a high nobility called the Marquis.

But it is Lord Armando who is allowed to do so. A position at the top of an aristocratic society called the Duke, a mighty military power, and a bloodline that leads to the royal family. Either way, it was an element that could not be approximated and should be treated with awe.

Yet the man in front of him, without the wind through them willingly, dictates his words, and does not try to obey his will. It is an inexplicable matter.

Marquis Barbastol moves his eyebrows at the Duke's hell-anger and perplexity. I didn't frown uncomfortably. I frowned, as I did with mercy.

"Worried about the country, trying to clean up the weeds that spread to the province, except for thieves in the palace?

"Was that what you heard?

"No, I only heard that. I know how hard it is to do that."

Barbastle carrying the cup to the mouth so as to place it in one breath, sighing and zeroing.

Hou continues to look sad, as does his minister, to Armando, who exasperates him in his work.

"However, there are some arrangements that you once took for this purpose..."

Gutter and the table swayed again.

Armando's samurai-like saving fingers are grabbing up the edge of the table, and his hips are rising illegally.

The stand I took for it. The words of the Marquis were causing a violent reaction.

"Hey, what... what are you talking about?

The Kingdom's largest aristocrat, the awe-inspiring Duke, leaks a gasp rebuttal.

Marquis Barbastol laid down his eyes as if he had guessed that he did not want it to hit him.

"Except for the centralists, except the new Marquis of Ovenil...... how do we exchange beyond that? Will it target other Duke houses? I don't think so, but I put my hand on the throne of the Supreme at its end -"

"Yes, don't say anything different!

An emotion-pressed and murderous narrative can be stopped by a scream raised.

The suggested content was awe-inspiring.

Drive away the centralists after Lavalle's death and slap the middlemen led by the newly risen Marquis of Ovenil. Until then, good. It's a common area of politics. But what about beyond? Target other Duke houses. At the end of it lay his hand on the throne - the throne. That means we aim for the throne after we have expelled the competing.

Isn't he willing to take it? Marquis Barbastol tells Lord Armando that he has such doubts.

Normally, you should laugh at what's stupid. Or it would be a slander to yell at you not to be kidding.

But I rushed out at the Duke's mouth because

"Bullshit, stupid thing...... Ah, yeah! Such a plan, I, uh-- I ha-ha!

The upset was also dewy, a screaming, tall voice.

The opponent, who unleashed a word that triggered an overt reaction, keeps looking down casually.

"It's thin, but I thought it was strange. Has it been eight years... His Royal Highness Louis and His Highness Philip. His Majesty has not been offered a new heir when he says that the supreme and second priests of the right to inherit the throne have successively been hidden. Normally, you should be given an inheritance from one of the Duke's houses, which will draw blood in awe. … for example, your house with a high martial name."

It happened eight years ago, the poisoning of King Prince Louis and the poisoning suicide of his suspect Prince Philip II. The son of King Charles VIII died, a major incident we have seen rarely in recent years. Compared to this, the Great Fire in Wangdu and the Battle of Voldan are small matters. Because somehow there is no longer anything left to inherit the throne of the king, which is the key to the kingdom.

As Barbastol put it, we must receive a new heir as an adopted son from the Duke's family, which is normally the blood of the royal family. But even now, eight years after the incident, no clear heir to the throne had emerged. Even though the king says he is plugging into old age and is starting to cause anomalies in his usual actions, not just in government. It's obviously a strange thing.

Blood muscle, good track record, and speech, the great destiny of the throne inheritance race is Lord Armando. Whether deporting the old king and sitting on his throne himself, or standing his son as the king's adopted son and wielding his rights as a relative, the world will take for granted. But it hasn't. For what reason?

"La Lavalle did it... oh, by that grandfather's discrepancy, we are in the province -"

"Yeah. Even though it would be the difference between his late Jen now. … you will not recognize as the next king those who fear and are suspected of harming His Highness."

"Stop the inferior reckoning!

For another appeal, Barbastol shakes his neck small and sideways.

And he raised his face, leaking his breath small. The phase remains the same, his eyes turned to this one looking at the one who looks as if he were poor. A gaze full of sympathy and giving up, which should not be directed against the Duke of the Kingdom.

"It's painful... to tell you the truth, there was a writ going around from the High Court"

"What...?

Lord Armando blinked at the abrupt change of subject.

High Court. Judge even the nobles, the judiciary of the kingdom. How does that get involved in this conversation right now?

"If you're going to visit before you serve in the palace, this is the place to start. If so, let the Kingsguards go to the mansion."

As I signaled the word, the door to the reception room was opened rampantly.

Slightly stepping into the venue of the meeting of the nobles, which should be quiet, are all inflexible men in arms. At the forefront of this is a knight with a skinny, bureaucratic face but a sharp and unafraid atmosphere.

"Excuse me. I am Alfred Simon Prudelmachet, deputy chief of the Second Knights of Kingsguard"

Kingsguard Knights. It was also the Second Knights, who heard the sharpest.

Armando reflexively stares at the Marquis Barbastol. The Second Knights are finally famous, because one of the factors was that Barbastol's grandfather and daughter were in charge of the regiment. By all means, is this this this man's conspiracy in a warm mask of conscience? Even if the Duke thought so, it would not be impossible.

The man, who named himself proxy for the Commander, cuts his mouth to the public, possessed by an unimaginable imagination.

"I have been asked by you about the assassination of Prince Wang eight years ago by the High Court. I ask His Excellency the Duke of Armando, in awe, to accompany us..."

"... impudent!

A flashing fury struck the knight who named him Alfred.

"Who do you get me for!? The Duke of Armando, the ruler of Takemen, who supported the land on the north side with his royal twigs!

It is the drink of a man who, over the years, has defended the land of the border and, in times of national crisis, leads an army of tens of thousands. It was the remnants of the upset, but even the Kingsguard seemed enough to intimidate a knight. But I don't carry things that way.

"Yeah. I understand. So I'm asking you to stay away from the disrespect of being forced to pull it off."

There is room for even a bitter smile on Alfred's face answering the question.

That too, the Second Knights are heretical among the Kingsguards. To the mouthless were men who had now sworn allegiance to the captain beneath the exotic sky, so much so that they were sworn allegiance not to the king, but to the queen of Barbastol, and so forth. There is no way for old strong men trained by Elisha Rosmond Barbastle, the owner of harsh temper, to pass through intimidation other than their chief.

"If you can refuse that, you have no choice.... please, gentlemen."

"Hey, Al's husband. Excuse me, Duke."

As deputy commander, under the command of the deputy commander, the swollen knights take the Duke's arms. Though Lord Armando is also a samurai, he is essentially a commander protected around him. Had it been in the hands of the strongest fighting group in this country, there would have been no busy resistance. They'll strangle me with wings while I watch them, and I'll be restrained so I don't keep moving.

"Ha, let go! I can't even say knights, you builders! Whose forgiveness do you keep touching this body? Whoa!?

"So it's the High Court."

The name of the institution presiding over the magistrate of the kingdom only served to make the duke more stubborn. The High Court is more connected to the central than it is to the Wang Capital. Conflict with Lord Armando, with the centralists.

"Who moved that!? Bye, Barbastle! You, have you fallen back on the court parasites! Did you plot me?

Marquis Barbastol, suspected of turning, shakes his head as he makes the color of mercy that floats on his face ever stronger.

"I don't remember going back to sleep. This difference..."

"It's my drawing. Duke of Armando."

A new figure appeared in the room as he took over Hou's words.

A poor little man entered the room with a dedicated escort apart from the Kingsguard. But decorating itself is an unusually brilliant and gorgeous outfit. With a flying appearance if you blow it, only a tense voice slaps your ear with majesty.

The Duke closed his eyes.

No way. No way, like this...

The person I believed from my head that I would not only take unconsciousness from this man.

That was the oddly confident overflowing look, mocking and laughing at this one.

"Rochebourg, Lord...?

The prime minister of the puppet kingdom, even left to be danced with a Lavalle string. An elusive fool who received a prize for working as a conspirator's handkerchief for a flourishing Duke's rank.

The person who thought so, on the contrary, looks down on this one.

Chancellor Rochebourg shudders.

"I don't think you could understand with a polite invitation, so shall I tell the rector? … Your Lordship is suspected of involvement in the assassination of Prince Wang eight years ago"

"What's in evidence?!? What kind of death do you want to sin this Lord Armando?

Try to shake off the confusion, bite, but wind up in momentum.

The payback was a trick to flaunt his shoulders like a little fool.

"Khuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...... ugly. After all, human beings can be ugly everywhere if they are to escape danger... Though a public to be brought to the royal family, does that mean it's no exception?

"My Lord Chancellor. A few words go by."

To the annihilation of the Marquis Barbastol, the Chancellor snorts uncomfortably that he has been watered.

"Well, Marquis Barbastol is a good man, too. But I don't mind. Because it's what keeps getting out of line. Shall I show you unshakeable proof, as ordered by the Duke"

Say, pamper and slap your hands.

To signal it, a woman dressed as a mistress appeared, pulled under the prime minister's command.

As soon as I saw her face, Lord Armando opened his eyes to nothing.

"Oh man, you are... then you are an idiot!?

In response to the Duke's reaction, Rochebourg deepened his grin with pleasure. It gives the audience a glimpse of the odd magician-like satisfaction.

The Chancellor continues to grin with joy.

"This is the woman your lord guided eight years ago and addressed to Prince Philip. She testified to me, didn't she? He told me to get the poison through your lord and give it to the prince to give it to His Royal Highness to drink."

"Oh, yeah! This woman... this woman..."

Armando swallows the rest of it without letting it out of his mouth.

Don't say it. If you say so, it will be a further testimony.

- This woman must have sealed her mouth, etc.

The witness brought in by the Chancellor, the poor witness of the assassination of the prince, once sent in by Armando, did indeed end after the matter had been done. There have also been reports that those in the shadows in the house have been executed and indeed killed.

That's why I'm here alive.

Drunk by the pleasure of disputing the great nobility, or Rochebourg continues to look good at it.

"No, we had a hard time finding this one who survived the mouth seal, didn't we? Anyway, this Brossenne had a big fire last year. It was a big bone to find the poor people who lost their homes. Better yet, it just didn't burn to death.... Look, I dumped you like garbage in a quote that used you, who's coming to you? Say something to him."

It was a mouthful urging dogs and monkeys to show their art.

But the worn out woman tries to get her back pressed against it to zero the curse.

"Ugh..., lying puke...!

"Hih!?

"Duke's Lie Spit......! If I succeed, I'll be the next king's mistress... and if I do well, I'll be my wife...!

Saying, the woman reached for Armando.

Cracked and distorted nails. Dirty, dark skin. Unclean hair covering the dripping face. Peek in between, blood-running eyes.

Physiological aversion and consciousness of sin intersect, scratching and causing the Duke's nerves.

He screamed.

"Hi-no-no!? Don't come near me! Don't come. No! Stop it!!

Whether you want to retreat or turn around, you are no match for a Kingsguard Knight restrained body. The woman's arm twitches closer to him, unable to take any movement.

"Lie vomit......! Die, spit a lie......! I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you.

resentful and unclean hands touch Lord Armando's face, just before that,

"That's it!

Alfred, who reached out from across, controlled it.

"... in awe, Your Eminence. Shouldn't it be in your place of judgment to confront Lord Armando and this witness?

"Hmm?

"If both the public and the witness have lost their degrees to each other. I was wondering if it could cause too much excitement, too much physical and psychological damage to my mind."

Before they go to trial, they say blood may go up and fall into a stroke, or they may get a bad chest and become irreplaceable.

Alfret turns his gaze toward Chirali and the Marquis Barbastol. And the LORD of this hall, with his eyes together, scowled with a rugged face at the urging of the knight, who was also his daughter's servant. For a balbastol as warm as a child, the mourning ground played out in front of him must be invisible. If that party is Lord Armando, who is neither acquainted with it, then it is disproportionate.

Rochebourg admitted his appeal in such a way as inadmissibility.

With a boring look on his face, he sees a woman who is suppressed by Alfred but still storms.

"Shit.... that would be good. Hey, you."

"Coloscolos coloscolos coloscolos cinecinecinecinecinecine -!"

- Shut up.

Just a word.

That's all the witness-woman who was freaking out stopped pitifully.

"A, oh...? Mr. Chancellor...?

"I told you to shut up, you fool. It's more than enough evidence that this man messed up when he saw you. I don't need any more."

"So, but...! This guy... this guy's got me..."

In addition, the prime minister throws a cold gaze with his eyes narrowed.

I'm telling you to shut up.

"Ha... Yes, yes..."

I gave it back, and I threaded it like it was broken.

That seems to have lost Rochebourg's interest, hitting him and turning to Barbastle in a different way.

"No, you seem to have disturbed the whole house, Marquis? I'm sorry to be rude while you help me capture the great sinner."

"... words,"

The Marquis bowed his head with a hard expression and then continued with a reluctant voice.

"Even though the suspicion of the Great Reverse was hung, Lord Armando has also worked as our nation's guardian for many years. Until proven guilty, please..."

"The Marquis is a merciful man."

I don't ask until the end, and laughing spirally also blocks it with a dewy face.

"But if that's what you wish, I wonder if I'll have to ask His Majesty? Whatever, it is a tremendous treason with the next king in his hands. Thoughts will be given to the treatment of those who fear and doubt."

"It's..."

"If you say many years, the years that he was pursuing his heirs' vengeance are short?

Charles VIII's grief and generosity during the incident eight years ago was finally famous. So much so that he grew old at that time that he could no longer even open his heart to his surroundings, including his ministers. So important is the suspect in the assassination. To the Duke, mercy could not be expected.

Barbastol holds his chest to heartache, while Rochebourg orders the Kingsguards to be in power.

"What are you doing? Suspected Sinner of the Great Reverse, pull it off quickly."

"Ha!

By the muscular knights he was taken so that both Lord Armando and the woman of witnesses could be drawn out. Set aside the marquis Barbastol, who sits in silence, and Rochebourg also goes out into the hallway.

Instead, the Chancellor did his hand to the nostalgia. From there leaks the rubbing sound of the casserole and paper. It was a letter that made me sneak into my nostalgia.

The sender is now Georges Henri Lavalle, the late former centralist chief.

The point is, it's the same way you pushed Elpis-Roane on Turius Ovenil. There is no way that the decentralization of regional repression will ever consider disposing of the Decentralists at this time. Evidence of the case, which was grabbed eight years ago and used as a tool for trading, was naturally also left behind.

But its use by the Chancellor was out of his imagination, even as his conspirator.

"Pfft... Ugh... I don't know. Isn't it easy, like this?"

As well as leaking a sneak laugh, he grips the documents he hides in his nostalgia gushingly.

The idea of intimidating Lord Armando with a hint that he still holds evidence, of putting himself into agitation and pushing the Decentralists inside, of attracting or involving Turius and others in that dispute… so as to kick the various schemes that were described in the crap.

Duke of Rochebourg, Prime Minister of the Kingdom. Having lost his manipulator, he was trying to move backwards, with his own thoughts, from his surrounding assessments.

"... Oh my God, my lord!

His lord, Marquis Turius Shrounan Ovenil, was rarely and seriously cleaning up the paperwork when Ruber jumped into the office with a report he had received from the King's Capital.

With his face up in disgust, he throws a non-nervous voice at his men who are eating bubbles when he puts his brush down looking troublesome.

"What is it, Rubel? I was so panicked that I forgot about Knock. Did the useless king finally screw you? Or did you even find a good aftercauldron for the Chancellor?

"Not if you're joking!

"Calm down. It's not like Zanktogaren's attacking again, is it?

and so on, to the swallowing master everywhere, Rubel went on without even hiding his grump.

"If you do poorly, you might"

"... what?

"We have a case in Wang Du. Lord Armando was captured and destroyed as the perpetrator of the King's assassination."

He also surprised Turius the boulder with this word. Round your eyes for a moment, correct the posture you were leaning against your sloppy back and regain the attitude of listening for more information.

Rubert spoke of information brought about by correspondence from the King's Capital.

that, north of the new territory of Elpis-Roane, the Duke of Armando, who was in charge of defending himself against Zanktogaren, was arrested on suspicion of involvement in the assassination of Prince Louis eight years ago. At the time, the witness was the woman who was sent as the concubine of the second prince, and she gave Philip the poison of the murder weapon at the behest of the public. Apparently, the woman was then killed and hanged to seal her mouth. In addition to the testimony, through the Chancellor, a large number of evidence that seems to have been concealed by that Lavalle was submitted to the High Court......

To Reubert, after a long story, Turius laughs one.

"- Thank you for reporting. Uni, make him some tea too."

"Yes, now"

"No, not if you're drinking!?

Ruber ate and hung up on Turius, who ordered his slaves to serve him, to see where his earlier consternation had gone.

"The biggest nobleman in the kingdom has been crushed!? The domestic situation is disastrous! The Decentralists are killing us, and the Decentralists are breathing! It would be difficult if foreign countries were to get into this mess, especially last year's war, when there was a resentment, a bone marrow, Zanktogaren..."

"If Zanktogaren attacked Armando, you'd say our neighbor, Elpis-Roane, wouldn't just be sorry, would you?

"If you know what I mean, be more hasty!

"You must have panicked."

As I say, I leave my weight in the chair again and let it snap.

"So, is that Xanctogallen still going to work?

"Yes, no, that's..."

Rubel has a mouth cage.

As the Lord suggested, neighboring countries are not in a state where they can move quickly. We're in the middle of a civil war somehow. It would take as long as that military state, no matter how long, to restructure the army and prepare for an outpost, assuming that it changed its prospective policy in an attempt to ride the coup d 'état in Arquel.

"Even domestically. If you're saying that centralists and decentralists compete, you can do whatever you want. There would be no reason for us to help them. On the other hand, they're both hostile to me."

"That's true..."

"Tea is in"

"Oh, thank you."

Receive Uni's infused tea and mouth reflexively. Turius had something in mind as he dampened his jaw with the hot air rising from the cup.

"... something's unnatural."

"And you say?

"About that prime minister.... No, there are other things -"

As I say, I point to the maid with my hand while holding the cup.

"- How's Uni?

"... a woman who should be dead will be on the stand. I feel like I heard something somewhere."

That would be the case, Rubel thought.

A trial commotion involving the Lord and her last year. Even in that one case, a person who was thought to have died eleven years ago, suddenly appeared and surprised his ears and eyes. As far as he is concerned, he has been spared more by what the Lord has done with his ghostly opponents...

With the emotion of the Home Secretary at the margin, Turius shrugs.

"Oh. That's where I cared, too.... Is this something that goes on twice?

"Didn't Lord Armando get caught because it went on?"

state so, but he ignored it and went on to uni.

"... I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to run to Wangdu for a bit. Faction information networks are not enough. I want you to see it right in your eyes."

"I'm in awe. Okay, even soon."

Quick as I can tell, a slave in a maid's costume will scratch off forever. It was impossible to follow her movements to Rubel, who was only a constant man.

Sending out her faithful 'work,' Turius sips tea to spare her remnants.

"Shit, things really don't go as planned."

Just a week after his arrest, Lord Armando was executed after a trial that did not appear to be approximately a trial. Isn't it too awkward to judge the highest nobility? I didn't raise my voice to ask that, but they wouldn't get along, and eventually they would shut me up.

This was also carried quickly, says King Charles VIII, in addition to the fact that the evidence submitted by Prime Minister Rochebourg and others was conclusive. He had no intention of missing out or forgiving the vengeance of his sons, who had finally been captured after more than eight years.

In addition, the king's intention to kill is not confined to scorning one duke. He captured the clan party of the Duke of Armando family, who went up to the king's capital to plead for his life, and made them chase the leader.

People shook. So much so that the king, who was thought to be impotent and incompetent, was pushed to kill him, he was struck with fear at the same time. It was so quick and decisive.

The old king, who had changed his ratings from around him, was grimaced as if he had exhausted his energies in a series of events.

"Heart to heart, I will guess. Sire."

"Hmmm......"

Sitting in a chair in the living room, he returns the words of the Chancellor with no hegemony. To honor the Duke of Armando, Rochebourg showed endless work. He gave all kinds of evidence deposited from Lavalle, sealed his mouth and found witnesses who were there to survive, and even took command at the scene of the arrest if he had just taken steps. It may not be Charles VIII's fervent hatred that really surprised the rest of his ears, but the activity of this man, who was seen as a totalitarian puppet.

The Chancellor says as he expresses his mercifully veiled obedience with an ambiguous smile.

"But now the seeds of your concern have been excluded. What do you say we use this as an opportunity to make sure we inherit?"

As Rochebourg put it, now was a good time to lay down a new successor. The murderer of the incident eight years ago. There is no need to be frightened that whoever kills his son will inherit all of himself. Charles is already old, too. It's time to finalize something later, and things will not settle down.

But...

"Now, let me think."

What the King said was the opposite will. The Chancellor frowns like trouble.

"In awe, Your Majesty... it is your duty to leave the king in the world to come. Failure to provide for a definitive succession may also lead to the emergence of new outsiders."

Within the impossibility of deciding on inheritance, other duke houses and others could move towards that status. In order to prevent it, the King himself should decide who to let succeed him and pick up room for strife over the tracks.

Charles understands what Rochebourg is trying to say. But at the same time, I think so.

(... Louis, who was the rest of the definitive prince, was also killed)

Regardless, the situation is different between the past and the present. At the time of the incident, Armando and the other Hordes only saw the mediocre side of the king, but now they show a harsh side to the Great Revolt. Fearing to be the Duke's two dances by plotting something far-fetched, you are likely to be cautious.

Still, I didn't like anything I didn't like.

(He said that he would give up the empty throne with his sons gone to those with only one or none blood ties?

I imagine. I feel my intestines boiling back.

Sitting in a chair that you don't even want to sit in, polishing your nerves down to the affairs that you don't even want to do, losing children to quotes, giving up everything about yourself to people you just think of as someone else? It was a sincere joke. So, what was the life of a man named Charles for? I fought for the vengeance of my sons, but didn't they just match their asses? To apologize to Louis and Philip under the fountain, this is just a shortage.

We need more. Achievements. Authorities. awe. When Charles VIII is the king of the kingdom of Arquelle, there is something to be proud of in full heaven.

Otherwise, the blood shed by my sons will be irresponsible. It ends with pointless children who just died in a conspiracy to succeed a worthless throne.

Is that what you're gonna let me say no to?

"… communicate thoughts on inheritance as soon as they are decided. Now it's about another proposal."

When he said so hiding his thoughts in his chest, Rochebourg scowled in disgust.

"Yes, about the further expansion of the Kingsguard, right?

"Uhm. Six Knights is not enough to keep the ban and fulfill the leftover intentions. Not to mention one of them is a good ornament."

What Charles says is about the Kingsguard First Knights. That was a gathering of noble noble children. In other words, it stands close to Armando and other decentralists. Even though it is unpleasant just for one thing, it is rarely less proficient than the other Knights below the second. After all, it would not be a believable existence.

"To begin with, we are ready to set up a new Seventh Knights. This is our predecessor, Marquis Lavalle, who was preparing for the establishment, so I was wondering if we could prepare it immediately."

"Together, we will push for the permanent establishment of a regiment to be packed in the Wang capital. An internal affliction like Armando in the likeness of Xanthogalen's enemies. When things happen all morning, the Knights won't be the only ones who will be my hands and feet to deal with them."

"I'm afraid of you."

Rochebourg lows deeply. Charles turned to him, shrugging his jaw and urging him to leave the room.

The Chancellor leaves honestly.

When the king was alone, he thought a little.

"Do you intend to keep the ban and fulfill your remaining intentions?"

What is your intention, what is fulfilled?

It was born permanently, replacing the apathy and eclampsia that was nesting in my heart. The king played with something for a while that he was not sure who he was right now.

There was an eye staring out the window at the exterior wall of the royal castle.

Lord of the gaze of green eyes - Uni frowns slightly.

"… this also seems to have changed a lot"

Whimpering, she throws herself out of the scaffold into the air and gives herself up for a free fall. I've already got the information. Then we shall return to the LORD as soon as possible, and we shall reward him for this.

Having glimpsed the darkness of the kingdom, she disappeared straight into the darkness of the king's capital at night.

- It was only three days before Omnia's mission arrived in Vordan.