Portrait of Queen Berta: I accidentally got pregnant with His Majesty’s child

Harold listened to Berta's request and immediately paid for it from the office.

Both Sergio and the Guardian Master are on the side of Berta, so he may have felt depressed.

In the alone office, Harold walked slowly to allow time between them, and stood by the window.

He advised Berta to take a seat, but Berta stuck his tongue.

Stay on the spot and think about the next development.

It wasn't just a story of buying time and calming it down, and I don't think the problem is even with the monks today.

"I disagree"

However, it was about how much he saw as necessary evil as a monarch, and how he would take a cleansing and swallowing strategy.

"With the solemn end to the Siena Monastery earlier, tension is still spreading inside the Royal Palace.Now, as usual, the royal palace has begun to revitalize for next spring's ceremony.... above all, the constant punishment of the monks creates unnecessary fear for the servants of the royal palace and leads to stiffness beneath. "

Harold, who smiled bitterly, rather said calm and calm things that would teach Berta.

"I know how you feel, but I can't say it's normal right now.Instead, we should tighten it up until next spring.These monks are a good example. "

Harold's will to end the punishment seemed to be strong.

Contrary to Berta, he seemed to be waiting for a vague approach to calm and convince Berta.

"Show me? Hey... that's not good."

Because I can understand it, it makes me feel unhappy.Belta's not here to talk about trying to save them from an emotional point of view.

"To make it look good, we need a big name.In this case, the seriousness of the incident and the seriousness of the response to the Siena Monastery are all different.It's not good to see that intent too clearly. "

"I can't say everything is different.They are from the Old National Church.--Not to mention the remnants of the Siena Order, which in the past produced dissident Inquisitors in the same way as the Siena Order.The idea of the electorate itself is not something to be seen. "

In Belta's eyes, he forgot the hassle of taking meticulous measures and appeared to be too close to polarization, yes or no.

"Those who cannot change on the current are destined to be shaken off the system at some stage anyway. Sooner or later."

When his "righteousness" swayed, Belta stared at what it felt like behind an impending argument about whether it could take this shape.

"No. Even if you don't share your thoughts... sometimes there are people who suffer from understanding, and they are part of this diverse nation."

He is certainly always right.

It's right, but if it's too right, it's too much.

"What difference does it make to you to abandon them and show off your violent oppression - the bad history that some church once tried to rid my ancestors of heresy?"

I'm sure the Inquisitors were pure at first.

They sought to uphold the teachings of righteousness, which they believed to be right.Believe that only legitimate faith can save people.

Thus, I judged the inappropriate speech against my own thoughts as "heresy".

Not to mention that if you get used to violent means and get used to the sense of versatility, you don't know what people do.

"... you shouldn't throw away all those who couldn't take the change of the times."

To abandon them and forget the ideals of tolerance is to warm up the ease of thought stopping.

"By relentlessly shaking off the weak, think about how people who see it feel."

"It's your bad habit to sue emotions right away."

How can I pass it on to him?I'm sure Berta's persuasion and his subordinates' suggestions for a moderate response have not reached him.

Berta walked a few steps to Harold by the window and tried to look him in the face.

"... Berta?"

But at the same time, he was closer to seeing Berta's face.

--You must have seen it well.I'm sick of Belta's face.

Belta shook her head wide and switched her consciousness, lifting the hair on her face with her hands and exhaling one breath.

"Everyone wants to be like you."

Having a fight in a meaningless place and still managing to talk without bending was harder than simply running away to argue.

"But I can't be because I'm weak."

He may be right, but Belta sometimes thinks he can't go about it, and it's roughly his defeat when he makes the surroundings think so.

"Before I think no one can follow your stupid honesty.Look at those who serve you. "

Nobody wants him to be a lonely dictator.

When I returned to the room in the middle of the night, I remember him weary enough to be able to stand up anymore.

How many times has he spent those nights alone?

"Sometimes you can see that you need a flashy solemnity.But harsh solemnity is the medicine of the devil.If you use it wrong, you'll be a lonely dictator in no time. "

Harold kept his mouth shut, but I felt that he was listening to Berta differently than before, so Berta collapsed anyway.

"We even have different backgrounds... as Louis and I, with our ancestors who have been bullied for many years, are doing here.In the long run, tolerance is the key to governance. "

I thought he was such a king, so I came here and wondered what Berta had to say about his interrelation with religion.

"Harold, you seem a little out of cool."

He leaned against the window and stood with his eyes closed for an obviously significant time.

"... 'In the long run'?"

Then he remained silent for a long time and smiled at himself as if he were on a tour.

"You despise me?"

The mockery resembled a confession.

It was a face of consciousness that his own recent actions were clearly different.

Belta opened her eyes and the surprise came out clearly because she thought she was subconsciously empowered.

"No"

But she answered almost immediately.Harold only gave back a bitter smile, so he seemed to see the response as simply a distraction to Berta.

"No one can blame you."

"... because I'm the king?"

No, no, no.

Thinking about it, if he had been a selfish king, Berta would probably be blaming him for vagueness by now.It's like the way she used to behave toward Kasha's father in the south.

"No, because you're still here enduring something."

What he carries in that position is too big for Belta to understand everything about him even next door.

That's why I didn't mean to impugn anything.

"Because you are an honest king."

Belta stares at him standing next to him with a desire to remain a king to believe.

Harold glanced at her with an eye that seemed to be painful for just a moment.

Behind Belta, look at something else.