Seirei Gensouki ~Konna Sekai de Deaeta Kimi ni~

"I'm going to ask you both. Did you find it difficult to be disrespectful and then you slaughtered him? If there's anything you want to mention about the rude imitation he did, say it."

Based on Rio's statements and those of his employees, Aria decided to proceed with the conversation, treating it as if the Stiards had not met the requirements for disrespectful hitting.

"Huh..."

To Aria's question, Stiard and Alphonse get stuck in words.

In the name of disrespectful hitting, they tried to slaughter and kill civilians who didn't care - or abuse the system of disrespectful hitting.

Abuse of disrespectful beatings is a defilement of nobility and is prescribed by law to be punishable.

Incidentally, that punishment is meant to be detention in prison for a short period of time, except in cases where it has been accomplished, where the victim's complaint is required to be handed over by trial.

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With a cold sweat on his forehead and a distinctly werewolf appearance, the Stiards pierce their silence.

I just wanted to scream that as a matter of course I would be admitting the abuse of disrespectful hitting.

It's this city that can't abuse disrespect, he said.

But that's like admitting you abused disrespect.

I'm going to admit that I abused disrespectful hitting even if I'm honest with you.

There are too many witnesses to throw up lies, and we don't even have time to wrestle.

It was no longer possible to push forcefully through the story with momentum alone.

He said it wasn't supposed to be like this -, giri, and the stiads eat their teeth off.

"You're in trouble. I can't judge on this occasion alone, so I'm going to have to go to the Mansion right now and ask for Mr. Lieselotte's judgment..."

Put your hands gently on your cheeks, Aria said.

Aria's remarks are a natural conclusion because if the Stiards decide to play tricks, they won't go any further.

"Ma, wait! Don't report this to your father!

and stopped Aria as Stiard panicked.

Until earlier, when you said you were calling for the help of your father, what the hell did you mean when you suddenly shout out words of contradictory content?

Aria opened her eyes slightly and showed them as surprised.

"Oh, how could that be?

and asks the strangely playful wind.

"Father... is now at the negotiating table. You can't put too much effort into it..."

That's what Stiard replied with a bitter look.

Stiard is also beginning to make a faint assumption that this incident on the boulder is not as usual.

If I report the upside of this incident to my father, the Duke of Jugnault, maybe it will haunt my head, maybe it will piss me off.

That's what I've been thinking, and suddenly I'm hesitant to rely on my father.

Now there is a Duke of Jugneau, my father, in the mansion of Liezelotte.

Stiard hasn't remembered much from his father since he exposed himself to a great loss in the past when Flora was about to fall off a cliff.

Even so, the Duke of Jugneau did not turn much attention to Stiard in the face of his affairs, leaving education and care to the minister, and never giving Stiard the opportunity to redeem himself.

During that period of stress and disobedience, Stiard went badly with his predisposition within the Royal College, but still the Duke of Jugneau never turned his attention to Stiard, which continues to this day.

Normally it is not considered a problem by the Duke of Jugneau to the extent that an incident such as this one has occurred.

But right now, the Duke of Jugneau is in the midst of important talks here.

If they found out in that, for example, that they caused problems on the grounds of poor behavior on the territory of another country, wouldn't it just taste a little unsavory?

Maybe I am unintentionally painting mud all over my father's face.

I finally thought of that.

It's too late to say...

Still, Stiard could have noticed.

That's why I'm afraid.

Maybe I'm limited to my father.

Do we have to cede the governor's right of succession to his slightly older, separated brother, or will he be allotted and expelled?

The worst future came to mind one after the other, and Stiard fell into a sort of panic.

"Ha..., ha..."

Suddenly I get palpitations and Stiard's breath gets rough.

Tastes bad.

At any rate, we have to keep this matter to ourselves.

Stiard thinks desperately.

But I wonder if Aria knows how Stiard feels.

"Oh, apparently you don't feel well. I know your father will be worried if it is important for your lovely son. After all, should I go out to the Mansion and report to Master Lieselotte? Just now the Duke of Jugneau is in the midst of a meeting with Master Lieselotte."

And I made him say that in a tone that made him want to act.

I get a look like Stiard chewed up a bitter bug.

"It's a headache to remain silent, and we can't go any further. Later, to the extent that I get testimony from people who are here, I thought of it individually later so as not to match my lips..."

"... eh"

Bikuri, Stiard and Alphonse tremble their shoulders.

It is the manager who should be persuaded at the top of this list, but other employees may have had witnesses just because they are not here.

Besides, it's unlikely that the Stiards will be on their side if you don't let them grip a lot of money or put pressure on you, than you've annoyed the store side to some extent.

It is unlikely that the Ricca Chamber of Commerce, run by Lieselotte, will tolerate such a bribery imitation.

That being the case, if we could have investigated it individually, the evils of the Stiards could really have come to an end.

"... Meh.... Stop it!

And, no matter how mundane, Stiard shouted out loud.

Those who are indoors look at it.

"Ha ha... Hey, what do you want? Let's make a deal. Is that gold? That's good, there's enough gold to rot. I'm a senior nobleman. I'll do whatever it takes."

The air on the field blatantly white to Stiard, who speaks like a freak.

Softly narrow your eyes and Rio stares at Stiard.

"Whoa. Don't be serious. It was an attempt. About this much."

That's what Stiard said. He had a pulling grin.

"Dear Stiard,"

And, Aria called out in a voice that passes well from side to side.

Stiard shivers his body with Vikri, transferring his gaze to Aria.

"Hey, what?

"Please calm down. I need you to tell me what happened first. You're all confused."

Next to Stiard is Alphonse with a distracted look.

He was also confused by Stiard's change.

Stiard regained some calm in the way Alphonse looked at himself with his eyes open.

"Oh, oh..."

Stiard replies in a manner that has subsided.

"I would like to offer you the situation I deduced as I overstepped. Are there any differences between the two of you in that fact, or are you saying 'yes' or 'no'?"

It is no fun to spend more time on the disciples (pranks), even as arias.

Instead of waiting for the Stiards' voluntary statements to move on, he decided to actively interrogate them.

"First of all, you didn't care about the room you were instructed to come to our store."

"Oh, oh..."

"So I came here to sit on this terrace."

"Oh."

"Then there were them who would be forerunners here."

"Yes..."

Stiard and Alphonse reply blurry to Aria, who lightly throws questions.

I'm going to answer the question honestly as to whether the Stiards are feeling like they can't even stay on the boulder.

It's a complete induction interrogation, but there's nothing more to it than the Stiards not testifying themselves.

"I called out from the fact that there was a woman of choice when we tried to get them to leave and sit in this seat"

"Oh......"

"Once you were sleeved by a woman, you still continued to speak to her. At this time, I was stopped by him there, but ignored it"

"... yes"

Slightly so, Stiard and the others nevertheless agreed.

"It became a dispute with him, and I pulled out my sword by accident. At this time, he was aware that he did not meet the requirements for disrespectful hitting"

"Huh..."

The look on the faces of the Stiards clearly changes.

Imitation of confessing one's own faults to a boulder would be hesitant.

"What's wrong? Please answer quickly."

Aria turns her cold gaze to both of us.

It's like saying I won't allow you to get away with it.

"… there are conditions. Promise me you won't report it to your father if you tell the truth."

and come here and stiard suddenly presents such a condition.

He was staring at Aria as if to look at her, desperately appealing with his eyes.

"Oh, man. Mr. Stiard."

He hesitated to confess, albeit conditionally, and Alphonse called on Stiard as he was in a hurry.

"This is no longer the only way to settle the situation in peace."

And, Stiard groans abominably.

"Knock..."

Alphonse also leaked groaning regrettably that he couldn't think of any other good way to open it.

Look at the two of them like that,

"Fine. I swear I won't report this to your father."

Aria nods softly.

"Ho, is that true?

And, he regained his anger at the look on his face, Stiard asked.

Alphonse also brightens his face beside him.

"Yes, so answer quickly"

Speak quickly, Aria urges.

Yes, indeed Aria promised.

I don't want to report this to the Duke of Jugneau from her mouth.

So there is nothing wrong with Aria reporting this matter to Lieselotte and on top of that Lieselotte telling the Duke of Jugneau about this one.

However, being given light when psychologically upset temporarily caused them to lose their normal ability to think and the Stiards realized it.

Although Rio realized it and laughed bitterly at Aria's strength in his heart.

Celia was also smiling bitterly as she was frightened.

"... it's true that we were... slaughtered. Angry with his provocative attitude, he's been stressed out lately and cute."

And, Stiard confessed that the bumps looked badly pompous.

But around not forgetting to claim that the insignificant non was also in Rio, it should be said that the nerves are diagrammatically thick.

Their stress can be caused by Hiroaki Sakada, a brave man, but there are only two of them who know it, and neither of them will speak of it.

"I see. By the way, may I ask why a sword is piercing the floor?

"It is...... He fought back. When I realized it, our sword was cut off."

Alphonse spoke with regret.

For a knight, the sword is life.

He was lightly amputated of such an important thing, and he felt like he had been gripped to the point where he was sentenced to life or death.

The sense of humiliation that I had earlier turned back.

"Did you cut your sword...? I beg your pardon, but your swords are made of Adamantite, right?

"Oh yeah..."

"I see..."

Softly narrow your eyes and Alia gazes at the amputation marks of the amputated sword.

Beautiful cut.

Probably literally broke both ways.

Will Rio's arm stand, or will he have another hell of a demon sword, or both?

Aria abandoned the raised question for now.

"Excuse me. Let's get back to it. I mean, you were aware that you didn't meet the disrespectful hitting requirements, right?

Once again, Aria throws a question that puts her to the heart of the problem.

Stiard hesitated,

"... oh"

And that's what I answered.

"Okay. Thank you for your cooperation."

Say, when Aria bows her head to the stierds,

"Is there anything you'd like to say?

I watched Rio and asked.

As Aria, we can't afford not to jerk off Rio's opinion in order to be fair.

Rio nodded small,

"First, I'd like to request an apology."

and demand an apology from the stiards in the end.

"What?

Then Alphonse's angry voice wooded around him.