Lights installed at equal intervals at the wall dimly illuminate the hallway.
I walk down that hallway, following my escort behind my back.
Drunken, blurry head and a flaming body. Also, the belly was heavier because of the food and, most importantly, the wine I drank.
The footprints are terrible because of them.
It was the return of a big banquet held tonight. The distance from the Great Hall of the Borderline Burgundy to its own room can be felt a lot farther.
"My lord, are you okay?
A man from the escort walking behind me calls out worryingly.
"It's hard to say it's okay.... Totally ruined the name of the corner."
frustration coming from ill health. Be angry and zero as such.
Most importantly, the evil was true of me.
As an organizer, I arranged for a number of namesakes to be worthy of this evening's feast.
But I was only the first to get a good taste of them.
From the next to the next, the line attendants advised me to drink, and I couldn't tell the taste or anything from the way in.
When this happens, both sake and sake are the same.
However, it was a feast that I had to open even if I endured some ill health.
Finally, it's like being part of my job as a borderline uncle.
If so, I can't help complaining.
Yesterday, the hosts, all of them, finally assembled to Reebra.
This evening's feast was an invitation to the high ranking martial officers of his lords and his hosts.
A feast for goodwill, pledging to cooperate in the future and praying for each other's good luck. And at the same time, it was a banquet to showcase the financial strength of our Uncle Borderline family.
And they offered unto the attendants a meal of luxury, and wine, even so.
Meals and liquor were also behaved by soldiers of regiments who could not even accommodate Reebra and camped around the city.
In everyone's eyes, it will have been revealed the prestige of the Borderline House and who the real protagonists of this battle are.
When I think about it, I also feel a little better.
Trying to make you feel better, repeating your thoughts temporarily. Finally I arrived in front of my room.
"That's it. Back off."
"Ha."
The man in the escort walks away from me when he graces me deeply.
Most of all, it's not entirely off guard duty. Meet the guards waiting in each corridor leading up to this room and hit the guards.
Open the door and enter the deserted private room. And when I took off my jacket, I headed straight to the bedroom.
I throw my body on the sleeping table without changing my clothes.
Her eyelids are heavy. In an instant, consciousness stared and he was invited to sleep like mud.
I wake up in so much pain. - What, this!?
Compressive abdominal pain. terrible fever. In the mouth gasping for suffering, excessive saliva is secreted. Then vomiting like you've never experienced before.
Whatever you think, it's not an ordinary thing!
I put my foot on the floor, trying to get up from the bunk.
But he can't stand up and unnecessarily falls onto the floor. The cause is obvious. My hands and feet are cramped and I can't help myself.
- No way...... Close to certainty, doubt overheads.
In an attempt to call for help, I raised my voice. No, I meant to stick it up.
But it's out of my mouth, it's too thin.
Stupid! I'm going to, I'm going to!
Cramped hands and feet, crawling through the door, aiming outside the room.
However, it does not proceed as late and the distance to the door is far from ruthless.
Cloudy consciousness. In it, the heart was anointed black to despair.
A pleasant breeze rocks the leaves of the tree. The morning sun falls brightly between its leaves as it slips elongated.
In the wood leaking sun, I was slowing the horse down.
"That's a lot better, Sizuk"
"Thanks to Annelie. I have to thank you."
"You don't need to thank me for this. We're friends."
Like me, Annelie, who became the man on the horse, calls out in affection.
There was a gentle air flowing between them.
I had been taught how to ride a horse by Annelie early in the morning the past few days.
That was one day at a tea party for just the two of us, when Annelie found out about the fact that I couldn't ride a horse.
Assuming the military, and, moreover, the fact that I can't be the earliest soldier on a horse.
Annelie has offered herself a coaching role, which is a big problem.
I admonished the boulder that it was not a matter of asking the Mistress of the Borderline House...
Annelie was happy to insist that we were friends, so she didn't listen to what she said and it matched her daily routine every morning.
It is a secret that I thought that this daughter, who has no friends other than me, etc.
"Then a little later......" Ma'am! Miss Annelie! "
Annelie's remarks are blocked by a man who has spoken from afar.
Annelie lurked her eyebrows and gave the man her gaze. He looks familiar. He is certain... that it was a decree serving the Borderline Uncle family.
"What is it, Sebastian? In such a hurry..."
"My lady! My husband, my husband...!
What the hell is wrong with your father?
Annelie with an amazing look on her face. The family order, Sebastian, when she stopped by her side like that, whispered something in her ear.
The look on Annelie's face draws blood within sight.
Annelie abruptly flipped the ride, causing her to rush toward Borderline Bo Fu.
Sebastian follows her like that, too.
And I'm the only one left on this spot.
... I guess I still can't catch up with a beginner, even as I chase him.
I had no choice but to drop off the two horsemen 'backs that kept me away.
Still, that looks like you found the body of Uncle Medes Borderline.
Good thing nobody's watching, I get a distorted grin.
Apparently, as you can see, it's over at the top and tail.
Now everything turns out well.
The classic method - poisoning - was employed to bury those in the way.
Common methods and fools don't. For a long time, poison has been used in assassinations more often than not.
The benefit of poisoning, the first of which is the cheap fact that you just have to mix it in with food and drink.
Regardless, there is a risk of being pushed into a venomous situation or being inhibited by poisoning, etc. But it's not hard to avoid, too, if you look at the opportunity successfully.
Secondly, it is the concealment of the killer.
Unless under special circumstances, there is an opportunity to mix poison in unspecified numbers. Identifying the killer would make it extremely difficult.
Especially if it is a time when interests like aristocracy are intricately intertwined.
The third is that it is poisoning in the first place or not, but cases of uncertainty are not uncommon.
It's not uncommon if you don't know if that's poison or natural death because you died suddenly.
Yes, unlike in modern times, in the Middle Ages, where forensic science is also underdeveloped, it is difficult to clarify the cause of death.
The poison used this time is arsenic, also known by the alias' Fool's Poison '.
Because the origin of that alias is a poison that can be easily detected from a corpse, it becomes apparent that it is poisoning.
But it was in my world that that method of detection was established in the nineteenth century.
Before that, it was rather the poison of the wise, rather than the fool.
Because of its effectiveness, it has been used for assassinations several times in history.
Famously, Cantarella, the contents of poisoned wine where the Borgia family continued to bury their political enemies, also said arsenic was the main ingredient?
The reason arsenic was commonly used for poisoning is, first, that it is colorless and tasteless and odorless.
By its very nature, it can easily poison a goal.
The other is that adjusting the amount of poison could cleverly deflect the time until the goal died. A day, a month, or a year.
Regardless, it is better to keep serving a small amount of poison and kill it over a long period of time to make it look more like a natural death.
However, unfortunately, this time, I couldn't manage such a long time, so I asked Uncle Borderline to leave immediately...
Therefore, there is always a suspicion of poisoning.
And from the future flow of my drawing, the most suspicious eye will be directed at the Konrat.
But in this world of medicine, the cause of death of Borderline Uncle cannot be established as poisoning.
If so, how can the subordinates of the Borderline House exclude their new masters (...) only with suspicion?
They can't be dissatisfied, they can't be any effective counterattack, etc.
I slowly made my way home, convinced of my own ploy, its success.
On that day, a little rain was pouring down in the morning.
If he is a poet, he may say, Heaven also, and all those mourning the death of the deceased.
Around the coffin, the participants in black mourning, one flower after another.
When I finish with the flowers too, I look for the person of interest among the gathered participants.
Fortunately, the intended person was quickly found.
A girl swelling her eyelids in tears and a man of consolation leaning beside her.
Yeah, you're doing great, colored man.
I'm slowly walking over to the two of you.
"... Annelie"
To my call, Annelie lifts the face she was leaning over.
An interchangeable gaze. I overlap words as I strive to create a sad, and caring look for my friends.
"I'm sad this time...... Oh, what should I say..."
"Huh, Shizuku...... Oh, Shizuku......"
Annelie leaks her fine voice as she hugs her from the front.
The body that follows is shaking in small pieces.
I embrace that thin body back.
My body embracing back also rocks into small pieces as well.
Annelie, the woman she's following is the one who killed her father.
If Annelie found out about that fact, what would she think?
Oh, my God...
I do feel guilty and self-loathing about this situation, too.
But more than that, it was too funny - I had a hard time biting off laughs.
Some time after the funeral of the Medes Borderline uncle, a proclamation was made by the Borderline uncle throughout the city of Libra.
Its contents were the engagement of Prince Konrat and Annelie, the orphan of Borderline Uncle.