Seirei Gensouki ~Konna Sekai de Deaeta Kimi ni~

In the early morning, on the streets in the woods near Amand that lead to the Kingdom of Beltram.

"Shit!

Alphonse-Rodan was on his way to Marquis Rodin territory, walking his horse alone, spitting evil.

It is adjacent to the Duke of Cretia, where Amando is present, and to the Marquis of Rodin, which is present in the Kingdom of Beltram, across the border.

Amando is surrounded by small lakes and wide woods, but the nearby streets are well maintained as a trading city, so if you proceed with your horse to Marquis Rodin territory, you will reach it in two days, but you have just left the city and it is a long way to go.

Winter is not yet over in season and the chills are transmitted over the coat.

Nevertheless, if you look up, the wide sky shows in your sight, and today it's sunny and very comfortable weather, but Alphonse's mood was so bad that you couldn't afford to enjoy them.

That and this are all due to yesterday's events.

It's also abominable to recall that Alphonse, who had a rub at the Ricca Chamber of Commerce restaurant, signed a settlement agreement with Rio.

In drawing up the contract, I was angry. It was too throwing, and Alphonse swallowed the terms as Rio tells him.

Sometimes I couldn't forgive my pride for putting up with such a subordinate.

Stiard was fading away at Stiard, and hardly seemed to have the story in his ear to imagine when this evil happened to his parents.

When the contract was drawn up, Alphonse took one of the businesswomen who was on the spot back to the inn with Stiard.

Stiard didn't seem to be in that mood, but Alphonse goes straight to his room and hits the merchant woman with her own desire to exude that anger.

It was Alphonse who fell asleep exhausted as it was, but when a man named Duke of Jugneau's messenger showed up at the inn, he woke up with his eyes.

Although I had a somewhat unpleasant feeling, neither can the boulder Alphonse drive back his messenger from the Duke of Jugneau.

Apparently, Stiard was also summoned with him, and I ascended with Stiard under the Duke of Jugneau as he was told.

"You fool!

When they entered the room, Alphonse and Stiard were yelled at by the Duke of Jugneau.

"I argued to dictate yet another woman in a restaurant I stopped in the middle of a woman's play. At the end of the sentence, he committed an abuse of disrespect in the realm of another country and threatened to go to jail? I was so disappointed!

The Duke of Jugnault tells the reason for his anger.

"Hih."

Two of Stiard and Alphonse leak pitiful screams on too many swordscreens.

Alphonse wondered why he had been summoned to this occasion.

At the same time, we anticipate how the earlier case is being passed on to the Duke of Jugnault, and we come to an answer.

There is only one human being who was there and who can report this incident to the Duke of Jugnault.

In Alphonse's brain emerged an energetic surface of a certain woman cold and beautiful as ice.

"Ah, that woman. He said he wouldn't report it to the Duke..."

Alphonse shudders and squeaks as he shudders.

That woman - didn't Aria promise?

I will not report the incident to the Duke of Jugneau.

I guess Aria broke her promise that she would be yelled at in this way.

His anger boils in the Alphonse as he imitates a joke at the time of his squire.

"That's the woman? You mean Miss Leezelotte? What are you going to call her?

Without listening to Alphonse, the Duke of Jugneau questioned him in a bottom-cold voice.

Apparently, the Duke of Jugnault mistaken what Alphonse called "that woman" for Lieselotte.

"Oh, no. The samurai who heard the circumstances said," I will not report this incident to the Duke of Jugneau… "

In a hurry, Alphonse makes the clarification.

That's like slipping our mouths that we honestly tried to cover up.

The Duke of Jugneau perceived that the two had plotted to stop this case a dozen years ago, and turned back to its overly dodgy modus operandi.

"The samurai didn't lie about anything. It was Miss Leezelotte who reported this to me."

And, the Duke of Jugnault corrects Alphonse's mistake.

"Duh, what do you mean?

However, Alphonse never noticed the sweetness of his own crisis management abilities even over this period, and it took him to eat to the Duke of Jugneau in a slightly pretentious manner.

"I guess I got the word Aya. Word of mouth, and I didn't know you took no word for it. No matter how much I've spent in the warm water of the Royal College, even though it would be aristocratic, it's irreplaceable. No, I am ashamed to be a nobleman of the same own country..."

I can't help but think that someone with only such bargaining power is the person in charge of the future kingdom of Bertram -, not to mention, the Duke of Jugneau held his face.

Send a blatantly disdainful glance at Stiard and Alphonse as they are.

To that temper, fear prevailed over humiliation, and the two missed sight.

"And what's that contract?

Staring at Giroli, the Duke of Jugneau referred to a settlement agreement drawn up by Alphonse and the others.

"I saw a copy of the contract. It unilaterally peddles the prohibition offered by the other party and does not even add a clause prohibiting the disclosure of information to the other party from here. Wouldn't they still hold their weaknesses in the future?"

and points to deficiencies in the contract prepared by Alphonse and others.

"Huh...?

I don't know why the Duke of Jugneau is angry, and the two of them come up with question marks.

The Duke of Jugneau exhales as irritated by their reaction like that.

"From the text of that contract, inadvertent contact will be forbidden from me, your associate, even if I negotiate and stop using positive methods. Or you can't touch the penalties of this contract if you go out by lousy means. The wording of the text, in addition to which there is no toothpick for extended interpretation. Go ahead. It's like you're telling me to threaten you."

Remembering the text of the contract, the Duke of Jugneau frowned (only).

"Ah..."

Vaguely remembering the contents of the contract, against the words of the Duke of Jugneau, Alphonse uttered a potpourri.

The Duke of Jugneau, when he smashed his tongue,

"But good for you. I hear Miss Lieselotte will go after you. Later, they're going to meet with the victim and ask him not to talk about this. You know what that means? What's the point of asking a nobleman from another country to take care of his own nobility?

Ask pale questions in a cold voice.

"I was embarrassed to even look at you when I spoke to you from Miss Leezelotte. Because of your reckless behavior, even though we're at a disadvantage, we owe you extra money. After you've shown your disgrace. Do you understand that?

As they escaped from the gaze of the staring Duke of Yugnow, they drooped their necks (Kobe) in silence.

Stiard is frightened and freaked out by his father's anger.

On the other hand, Alphonse was shaking his body with a faint black anger coming from humiliation.

"Why don't you do something about it! Stiard?"

"Yes, no!

Suddenly nominated by a nominee, Stiard replies with an elevated voice.

"You must have made a big mistake once, but you didn't learn anything from the past. I thought you said I wouldn't have a second time.

"Oh, no, this is... the..."

I try to say the words of excuse, but I don't get a good explanation, and Stiard mumbles.

"I don't ask for excuses! I said it won't happen again. I strip you of your right to succeed the governor of the Duke of Jugneau."

Succession of the housekeeper - i.e. succession to the title - is basically customary for the eldest son of that house to succeed, unless there is a special reason: physical or mental failure.

The fact that, for other reasons, a person other than his eldest son would be nominated as the successor to the governor or deprived of the right to inherit the governor, once granted, was regarded as so dishonorable as to involve noble life.

"Oh, no..."

Stiard's face stains with despair.

"Yeah, but we have to avoid publicizing our shame at the moment. You're in luck. Inwardly, I strip the housekeeper of his inheritance, but I will continue to use him as a knight."

With a tiny snort, the Duke of Jugneau said.

"Ho, is that true?

Slight rage returns to Stiard's face.

The Duke of Jugneau scoffed at his son's reaction.

"Fine, work for as much money as it's ever cost to raise you. Stiard, you have to wait at the inn."

With eyes as if to see things, said the Duke of Jugneau.

"Yes!

Stiard shook his head vertically, probably with momentum, although he showed fright.

Hiragano Duke's gaze shifts to Alphonse.

"Well, Mr. Alphonse. I cannot decide on your treatment as a nobleman of another house. [M] I already sent a letter to your father. You should go back to your territory in the name of a lot of hard work and ask for treatment."

In a light tone, such as no particular interest, the Duke of Jugneau told him.

I can't believe that word, and Alphonse opens his mouth gently.

"That's it. Don't talk to anyone about this. I don't care if you both leave."

"Shit, I understand! And excuse me!

Stiard takes the initiative and tries to walk away from the room.

"Oh, that's stupid! I am the SS knight of Her Royal Highness Queen Flora! What the hell authority do you have?

But Alphonse became emotional and disputed to the Duke of Jugnault.

"I told him to leave"

Quietly, but with a voice that passes well, the Duke of Jugnault sent his inorganic gaze to Alphonse.

"Huh..."

Unexpectedly Alphonse loses his word.

That made my body tremble with regret, but I couldn't go any further against the Duke of Jugneau, and I had to be taken by Stiard to leave the room behind.

No one knows the Duke of Jugneau was staring at the back of it with a pitiful glance.

That's how it gets to the present day.

"Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! That rotten Duke! Staring down at people like they looked down!

These things happened, and Alphonse's mood sucked since the morning.

He has been mushy and scattered many times since earlier, complaining about the people who are the cause of his anger.

Alphonse's voice echoes in the quiet woods, but no one is seen around him.

No, even if people could have been seen around, Alphonse would have yelled and scattered.

"I didn't do anything wrong!

Alphonse strengthened his grip and ate his teeth.

I can't forgive the people who made themselves false.

Both Aria, the Duke of Jugneau, and that civilian, are all looking down on themselves.

At the Royal College, he completed his outstanding work.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!

One screams in the woods.

Imagining the figures begging for their lives in front of them, Alphonse imagined himself slaughtering and killing without mercy.

No, Alphonse had a dark grin as to whether there was another use before it, only for Aria.

That's how you can only exude your own stress in a vain way.

If I hadn't dyed my head with a downward desire and dissipated my anger that way, I would have gone back to the city right now and killed them.

Then, there,

"Good morning. Knight."

There was a man who spoke to Alphonse.

Bickle, Alphonse trembles.

Somehow, at some point, there was a man standing under Alphonse's eyes.

No matter how many streets you travel, bandits, demons, fierce beasts and other dangers are indispensable.

Alphonse, a knight, would never fall behind the bandits and demons there, but he was angry and attentive.

Instead, if you come under attack, I'm willing to kill you aggressively.

I was looking out at the woods sideways in case of danger of being attacked from left to right, but I was sending a good gaze forward as well.

Even so, Alphonse couldn't notice the presence of this man until he showed up in front of him.

I find Alphonse creepy about that.

"What, you?

Ask and observe the man with the kind of eyes you explore with vigilance.

Apparently he walks down the street by himself, but the guy doesn't have a lot of luggage just to wrap his black robe around.

The age is in the mid thirties or the face is neat there, but it looks slightly blue and white and unhealthy.

"This is, this is... My name is Reyce, and I'm just a merchant on a cliché journey. Yes."

A man named Reyce introduces himself in an obscene act.

When Alphonse and I gazed at each other, Reyce made a scene.

"Ha, a humble merchant style? I don't feel well."

Knowing that Reyce was just a merchant, Alphonse said so in a clearly disdainful voice.

"Oh, what's wrong? Don't you feel well? This is what I look like. I'm a merchant, so I know I can help you.

Even though you say that in a shitty tone, it's off, and Reis comes forward.

Reyce was grinning lightly.

"It's not necessary! He's a thin creepy bastard. Go! I told you to leave!

I felt light-hearted about Reis and Alphonse yelled.

"No, I didn't say that, but you actually have what you deserve right now."

Without being overwhelmed by Alphonse's fury, Reyce cut off the conversation in a floating (hiccup) manner.

"What a joke. The boulder is a humble merchant......, what, is that?

As he mocked (bruised) Reis, when Alphonse laughed with his nose, Reis removed a black gem-like stone from his nostrils.

The stone emits a creepy black light.

"Please take a closer look"

A sweet, sweet, drug-like sound penetrated Alphonse's head, like melting into his brain.

".................. ah"

When Alphonse noticed, he was blinded by that stone so that his consciousness could be sucked in.

Black, dark, like the bottom of a Naruto, on a dark gem.

"Ho ho. Be a strange stone."

I felt Race laughing happily.

Alphonse eyes lose their sane light.

"Excellent. Again, this stone looks like you deserve it. I was only dissipating good negative emotions. It was worth flying this far."

Rayce is saying something, but Alphonse's consciousness was blurry and didn't come into his ear.

"I give you this stone."

Somehow, Alphonse only understood the word.

Gives me.

Give me this jewel.

"Are you gonna give it to me?

"Yeah, it might make your wish come true now. Before you do that, I'm gonna ask you to do me a favor."

Alphonse's consciousness becomes acceleratingly obscure.

Even so, I feel the five senses become sharper.

Fu, the scent of blood drifted and irritated Alphonse's nose.

If you look closely, the man's black robe is stained with something like return blood.

Who the hell (...) 's (...) blood (...), no, I don't care about that.

Wish, Alphonse. That's...

"Kill. Of that city, kill those guys... You made fun of me..."

To a frigid cold voice, Reyce leaked a niggling, gloomy grin.

"It's really simple. But I like that. It seems to match my wishes as well. You have a contract, right? Here, go ahead. Drink."

Fluffy and Reyce's body floated into the universe, approaching Alphonse's ear on the horse and whispering (sayingly) softly.

Grab Alphonse's face with cluttered hands as it is.

The opposite hand was gripped with black gems.

Reyce sticks the gem into Alphonse's mouth and forces him to drink it.

"Gu......"

My mouth is hot, but since Reis is forcefully blocking my lips, it doesn't even make spitting come true.

Breathing became painful and intolerable, Alphonse eventually drank the gem.

Then the depths of my belly get a little hot.

Eventually, that heat spread all over my body, and I almost threw up unexpectedly.

"Look, don't throw up. Drink. If I throw up, you'll already die.

Drink....... quick. Come on. Come on. Come on. Drink. "

Reis continues to whisper (whisper) in his ear as cursed.

Eventually the mood for vomiting foreign objects disappeared from Alphonse's expression.

Make sure of that, and Reis laughs satisfactorily.

Like an innocent boy who is happy to be given a toy.

But why not?

The smile was like an evil spirit that made people unhappy.