(Tastes bad, tastes bad... As it stands, I...)
While the lights were sightseeing in the Principality of Six, the young elites of the Magus kingdom sat together at the table and had lunch.
The superiors have already finished eating, and then they are having lunch.
Eating together is also like a job to deepen interaction among young people.
During that meal, Diablo looked so blue that he was about to fall.
Dark - Probably bothering his head with how to deal with the lights that survived the burns on his face from the Narrows.
If you do something bad, the "Witch of the Giant Tower" will move, and if you leave it, the survival of the light will be known on top, and you will lose yourself.
I thought of a solution, but nothing came to mind.
"... Sir Diablo, what's wrong? If you're sick, why don't you take a break?
Fried, second son of the Count of the Magus, leader of the young elites, calls out.
No matter how many rivals each other has, Diablo is worried about the boulders.
There is also a desire to avoid failures where Fried falls ill in important situations and questions Fried's own leader aptitude.
Diablo trembled at Fried's words and rushed to mend his smile.
"Thank you for your concern, Sir Fried- Recently, just because you're having a bad dream doesn't mean you're feeling well."
"I hope so. That was the bad dream, because the human (inferior species) kid I saw earlier looked too ugly. That was really bad."
Fried remembers his dark burned face and grabs a wine glass with his eyebrows raised in a mood.
Other young men followed.
"I'm sure that was terrible. Originally, ugly humans just got uglier."
"The result of Sir Diablo's suspension... I have trouble understanding why you did that."
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Diablo goes through silence with disgust.
I can't even say, "I wanted to see the face because there was a guy in front of me who had the same habit as the light I was supposed to kill."
Diablo doesn't seem to be interesting even though he doesn't react even if he talks about disgust, so the topic of young people shifts.
"Speaking of ugly, my brother often turns a tantrum and kills slaves, saying, 'I don't like the ugly face of human beings.' I know how you feel, but I think it's best to kill a human (inferior species) because you're the ugliest one standing up. If you kill me, I won't let you work until I die."
"Of course, we are the people who will support the Magus kingdom in the future. It's a question of how ugly a human (inferior species) is and how wasteful it is to kill and reduce the workforce."
"Sir Fred the Floating Stone! If my brother and Sir Fried's wisdom were shards, I wouldn't do such a waste... I wonder if my family was a little too spoiled by my youngest brother."
"Ahahahaha, I understand spoiling my younger siblings. When I realized it, I really spoiled my sister. Even my father would get mad at me for saying," Fried, don't spoil my sister too much. "
"Sir Fried's sister is very beautiful, intelligent and excellent. I can't help spoiling you as my brother."
Friends' laughter echoes in the cafeteria.
Ignoring the conversation was a truly peaceful lunch.
But Diablo is the only one who doesn't laugh and looks at the conversation.
"...... Ladies and gentlemen, I've remembered my errands, so I'll excuse myself here."
"Sir Diablo?"
Diablo leaves the cafeteria too soon, ignoring the voices of Friends.
(Brother, sister - brother!
He is struck by lightning in the conversation earlier and recalls the fact that brain cells are stimulated.
Returning to his room at the limit of not getting upset from his surroundings, he smashes the contents of his paperpacked bag onto the table.
The documents in the bag belong to Diablo.
The paperwork is like a mountain to do to get rid of my brother and keep the Count alive.
There is no problem because it is separated from "This is also necessary for me to be the main player", but because there are too many, I brought it to this meeting.
Because of an important meeting, I can't ignore this and become immersed in paperwork, but it's a bitter measure level.
I punched all the papers on the table.
Diablo opens his eyes and looks bloody at the paperwork.
"No! Not like this! This is not the same!
I checked the documents one by one with a clumsy expression.
I checked everything, but I checked again one by one to see if it had been overlooked, but it still didn't happen.
Diablo holds his head down with one hand.
"Wasn't there anything in this paperwork? But I must have found Wright's brother's name somewhere...."
Yes, when I heard the words "brother, sister, brother" at the luncheon earlier, I remembered that the name of Wright's brother was written on the documents.
I don't know why, but I remember Wright's brother being taken into slavery.
It was definitely not the same name, but because the matter of Wright had been investigated by raising the country.
Ultimately, about the light, it was judged to be "a common man who has obtained a slightly unusual hassle benefit (gift) as a conclusion". Until his relatives were investigated, however, and his brother's name was shared with a certain number of people as information.
Diablo was confident in his memory and remembered the name of Brother Wright. He looked at the age, place of origin, large height, weight and so on in the documents and said, "Why did Brother Wright come to my territory? I remember wondering,
I was busy at that time, so I rinsed it normally.
"What time was it? I saw the paperwork... It's been a few years, but if you're alive, it's going to be a bargaining material for Light, right?
But I can't remember what time it was.
The fact that you don't have it means you have to go back to your territory.
But now it's an important meeting.
If you do something like leave here, it is obvious that your career will be scratched.
"--I don't know when the light will reveal that I'm alive up there --- If exposed, I'm done. You can recover as much as you want to scratch your background later!
Diablo inspires himself to make hard choices.
I missed a minute and a second now.