In a dim room with closed curtains.
In front of me sitting in a chair, a grim looking, magnificent man.
The man is a man who has been prime minister since his father's king's reign, a heavy town with nothing lined up in the royal palace.
The Chancellor looks down at me in a sharp gaze, sitting in a chair with an upright immobilized posture.
... in flattery, not a good kind of gaze toward the master.
I sigh in my heart if I can't do it either.
Whatever he is, he has been by his father's side since his father's king was still the king's son.
And because I am the one who killed the Lord, the Father King, to whom he gave his allegiance.
Rather, it strikes me as something that often does not commit treason.
The Prime Minister's attitude of prioritizing his responsibilities as a public figure over his own emotions is brilliant.
I don't even have to worry that life would be fun that way.
Well, I still keep this man, the Marquis Cardinal, in the prime minister's position, because I understand his character like that.
Otherwise, however competent, what will be reserved for the position of Chancellor?
No, even if you are competent, without worrying about conspiracy, that alone is already solemn.
I won't, I can't because of the high hopes of the Marquis Cardinal.
It's in the palace, a clean official without a personal heart. A namesake prime minister, a subordinate book like the one I wrote in such a painting. There are too many who have respect for such a marquis.
If you kill the Marquis Cardinal, that's what you have to worry about for conspiracy.
On the contrary, the fact that he is beside me is what stops the righteous bearers from rebelling against the usurpers.
Only those people admire the Marquis.
"So the Marquis, or Sir's opinion, is that the Expeditionary Force should be withdrawn."
"Exactly, Your Majesty. The defeat of the advance army, the enlistment of the earlier King Prince, and the Expeditionary Army are greatly upset. It's too dangerous to keep marching like this."
With cold eyes, Marquis Cardinal speaks pale as he looks down at me.
It's not really an attitude towards kings. He's a fat old man with liver.
"Hmm, soldier upset, etc... It would be the role of the general to contain it and take control of the army. Can you hear me cry?"
"Soldiers aren't the only ones upset."
"... does that mean that the generals of the Expeditionary Army commit a conspiracy, fall back on their brother?
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Marquis silent on my inquiry. But that silence is above all an eloquent answer.
"Cheng Cheng, I know what the Marquis is afraid of. But still, there's no need to withdraw the Expeditionary Force."
"... why?
As a matter of fact, I've already sent an army captain to kick the butt of a dull expeditionary army.
"Warden?... I don't know who it is, but on its own, you think you can stop the Expeditionary Army from flipping the anti-flag?
Besides, I'm just saying you wouldn't be able to do that, Marquis Cardinal.
Hmm, certainly in a regular military warden, if the General of the Expeditionary Army is really willing to commit a conspiracy, he won't be able to stop it or anything. But...
"Oh, that's about as good as she gets."
"That girl?......! No way, that girl!?
Oh, come on, you're stunned. Not much language is messed up, Marquis.
"Yes, that's the girl. Finally, I had him carry a bunch of blank orders to make it easier to move within the army."
"Of blank paper...... orders?
"Oh, my signature, King Magna, and an order that only pressed the seal."
"Stupid! Don't let that girl have that...!
Except for the wolf, this time, the Marquis, whose eyes are about to pop out.
... I know how you feel.
Forge blank orders, or King Magna's life, as you please - no, I don't know if it's the right way to call it forgery - if you can...
That girl must undoubtedly do something uninterrupted.
"Now, I want you to bring me back now!
"Rejected, Marquis. Now it's a matter of state. It's inevitable to use some dramatic drugs."
I'm not sure if that's some (...) drama.
"Theater drugs? That's the kind of poison that kills patients instantly! Reconsider, Your Majesty!
That's it, Marquis. Well, it's certainly hard to deny.
"Han. The arrows have already been released, and we will only watch for the consequences. Back off now, Marquis."
If you say so, I'll skew your face aside.
Still saying something, Marquis keeps standing on the spot for a while.
But you decided I wouldn't have ears to listen to, and you pissed off your shoulders and left the room.
Oh, boy, did you finally leave?
Still, fierce poison...? Must be fiercely poisonous indeed. But the poison is so hard to fight, it's so sweet.
I remember the first time I met that girl.
Still, back then, when my father, the king, was alive and well, and my brother, as the king and prince, stood over me.
Unlike my brother, who is a prince without any flaws, as the son of the righteous chamber, I had no place in the royal palace.
But I also thought that was something I had no choice.
Yes, there's nothing I can do just to be born. It's God's call.
Because you can't choose who you are, what kind of situation you are born into, etc.
So I have no choice. He said he had no choice but to spoil and accept the status quo.
I consoled myself that it might have been better than being born a son of a poor man.
Even if I was wrong, I never dreamed of it, such as turning that situation back.
It's just that, with the renunciation, I kept accepting the predicament.
In such a depressing routine, the whisper of my daughter, who suddenly appeared before me, was too sweet a poison.
- He said, "Exchange what you want."
That sweet whisper and the witchcraft of my daughter drove me crazy.
Yes, it went crazy. Anyway, I kept tying it up in the chain of reason, because I let it go.
But I have no regrets.
A life of enjoyment that exposes everything and lives as you wish becomes more satisfying than a depressed life that suppresses itself.
For example, no matter what the end of it may be...
Yes, the arrow has already been released. Then all you have to do is push this path.
The words I said to the Marquis whine in my heart again.
Yeah, the scene where I can pull back already, I've stepped over it.
Then we'll just have to have fun. When this fate runs out, sing the raw song in full, so that you will never forget it.
... If I hit you, what the hell does that girl who went to the front line show me?
I'm sure that's disastrous enough for many to cover their eyes.
But I've gone crazy, and I'm expecting it somewhere.
Standing up from his chair, he walks up to a window with the curtains closed.
Curtains, then open the window.
What I saw was a beautiful blue sky, and a look at the historic castle town.
Overlooking view overlooking the top level of the castle, allowed only by the rulers of this capital. What a beautiful sight.
But that's not what I wanted to see.
Fly through them and look in the direction of a far south battlefield that you can't even see.
"Oh, entertain me, -"
A sudden breeze swallowed up the whining of the young codification king, his verbal butt.