The Annals of the Flame Kingdom (WN)

'East Street', extending east from the Royal Castle of Larchia. There was no twist, no nothing, and a carriage was running through the exact same name. The old man who was sitting on that carriage, which was not Huami but was never crude made, as usual, raised his hand small in front of plugging into the 'place'.

"... stop"

After opening the small window that leads to your table and saying that to your lord, the young man who sits opposite the old man - albeit magnificent enough - looks at the old man with a man in his face. With a bitter smile in his gaze, the old man waved a small, flickering hand.

"Don't make me look like that."

"... then I'd like you not to do anything you can blame? Even if Larchia says it's safe, East Street is a lower town. I know your honor won't arrive?

"I know."

"I don't understand."

I try not to bend my opinions - unusual for this man. After a moment eating at that attitude, the old man smiled quietly and bitterly.

"... I know, Mr. Marshall. That it would be dangerous to walk alone, that I shouldn't walk in my shoes... and that I don't have to do that?

"If so!

"But?

Marshall, block the man who was called, and the old man continues his words.

"... but I still can't stop it. Old-fashioned Short Old Man Fun and Miss Me. What, don't worry. Return immediately to the royal castle. I need you to clean up your 'job' first."

That being said, when I open the carriage door with a tight motion, I descend to the ground all the way to Sta. 'My lord!' he shook again in a flickering hand at the voice in the car, and the old man vanished into the clutter of East Street.

"... May I?

Marshall waved a sigh of relief, as the old man had done earlier, to the voices heard from the small window connecting your podium to Gondola.

"... neither good nor bad. Let it out."

"Um... are you sure?

"I don't mind. Your Excellency's habit of 'that' won't heal for long. In those years, he deserves praise, and most importantly, he has a taste for martial arts as well as for himself. Perhaps you think you can handle it to the extent of a thug. Well, I don't know how you feel. I don't know... Still, I'd like you to think a little about your position. It's not too late for anything, at all!

That's what Marshall says. He sits deep in his chair. And when he had seen him, he looked forward, and opened his mouth.

"So... that's really nice of you. I'll get it out."

"Oh, please"

Copy that, sir.

- Marshall Secretary of the Interior, and.

"... really, 'at all'"

After shaking his head to the left and right in the wind I told him to do good, King Flame's Interior Department, Marshall, the head of his clerical ways, dropped his shoulder like he was just a little tired.

"... even though I say I'm old enough to be head of the Internal Affairs Bureau... is it 'treating the lad' for Your Excellency after how long?

Marshall, I think about it. Once, I graduated in law from the University of Larchia as chief, and on the day I served in the King's Palace thinking, 'Everyone but myself is an idiot', pride, dignity, and all the things I've ever built up, and that 'senior' who shattered the glowing path that I didn't doubt would last, to no greater extent.

"... it's time for you to come on, Senior Lotte? I'm not your small-timer, am I?

To Lotte Baumgarden, Chancellor of the Kingdom of Flame, in "A Different Treatment of Yourself," which is no different from his youth.

"... seniors, unexpectedly impotent by the warm and cautious habits. I mean, if you're going to pay attention to people, I want you to skip yourself and then pay attention. Typical 'Don't You Say'."

You never deserve to say anything bad about Angelica - you can never say it in person - but Marshall exhaled a big, really big sigh after chanting it like a curse in his mouth.

"... let's have a drink with Julius today when we're done"

Staring resentfully at Lotte's disappearing mess, Marshall had in mind the tired face of his contemporaneous director of foreign affairs, Lotte's 'victim', just like himself.

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Not as well maintained as Holy King Street or Alex Street, or better yet, Lower Town Emotional, or worse, Garbage East Street, into the back of a bottle to the north. If East Street is "Front Street," the more cluttered impressions commonly known as "Back Street" make it a reversible drinking district day and night, with the smell of alcohol, raw garbage and a little "aroma" of diarrhea at all times. Lotte sucked in such air that if normal, she would accidentally pick her nose and turn to Soppo, all over her chest to be just a little merciful.

"... no matter how long it takes, this place is"

Larchia, a capital that lasts a thousand years at the heart of the continent of Orkena. From empire to kingdom, from empire to king, and from the heart of politics, economics, and culture, the city continues to fluidly change its appearance at all times.

……

Regardless, this' back street 'is no exception. I took it to Lotte, where I went here since I was young, and now, for example, the store name has been changed many times with the store owner. If you glance at it, most stores are stores that have never stopped by before, and when it comes to the stores you know, they are precisely "a thousand years old from the Empire" and about a tavern. When I was younger, Lotte also went to a good store, but I haven't been in and out for more than twenty years already. Only the sign remained as it was at the time, but I can easily imagine that the interior and the cooking would have changed a lot more than the exterior was beautifully refurbished.

"... should grow old"

Lotte again breathes air all over her chest and closes her eyes so that she misses such a change just a little and still leaves the same air unchanged. Bite the air as if to rebel and slowly open the closed eyes.

……

……

- There were Kota and his eyes that only showed their faces like Meerkat from one of the empty barrels piled in front of the liquor store in front of him.

……

……

"... I didn't expect to see you here... what's wrong, Mr. Lotte?

"... No, that's this dialogue? What is it, Lord Matsuyoshi?

Exactly. After looking like a bum on Lotte's words like that, Hota scratched his cheek and turned to Soppo.

"No... there was a little bit of a situation."

"Circumstances? Circumstances like this going into a barrel in a 'back street'? Is it 'hide-and-seek' in that year?

Lotte's words like he just made a little fool of himself. Lotte's slight frustration and anger at the time of her encounter with the past being interrupted by so much innocence in a certain sense made Lotte say so.

"... uh... well, you're right"

"............ what?

"It's not 'hide-and-seek', but just a little... well, they were chasing me."

"That's not moderate. They're after you?

"Yes. So, Mr. Lotte, what I'm doing here... Shit!"

He spoke, blocking his words, and Kota sinks himself into the barrel. Under Lotte, who frowned in surprise at the action, 'Dodd dodd dodd! The sound of' and 'CORTA uhhhh!' I heard voices.

"Coater! Where have you been? It's no use hiding!

Eventually, the Lord of footsteps and voices will represent his appearance before Lotte. The figure is a good look at Lotte.

"... Sir Notesfield?

"Hmm? Ooh! This is Lotte, my lord! No, that's an odd encounter! I didn't expect to see you here!

"... No, that's this dialogue? What is it, Sir Notesfield?

Without trying, for the second time. Shake your fingers and show Lotte the same words as the dialogue you spoke to Kota earlier.

"My Lord Lotte. I'm already in hiding. Please don't 'Lord Notesfillet' because the title of Notesfillet has already been ceded to the child"

"... then Lord Franz. What's wrong with you?

"It was! My lord, didn't your lord see my 'musco' around here?

"... Son, when you say... is this Lord Aloys?

Franz's only son should have been his eldest son, now Viscount Notesfield, and Aloys, who joined the Becker family as son-in-law. Franz shook his neck to the left and right to show Lotte, who clapped that his eldest son would be in Notesfilt territory and that he was Aloys, a Larchian resident.

"I'm also an unknown son, but I'm not. The 'musco' I'm looking for is' righteous son ', Courta Matussillo!

"........................ what?

Lotte, stunned. He put his hand down to contain his aching head, waved his neck left and right, and continued his words.

"... sorry, I can't keep up with my understanding. Lord Matsuyoshi is my son... What?

"What! That young man, unlike today's weak young man, is a man of attraction! I wanted to marry my daughter Emily!

"Yep..."

What can I say? Congratulations on that, and Lotte stopped the words as if she noticed something, then opened her mouth with a snack.

"The... With all due respect, Lord Franz. Who is Lord Emili..."

"... right. So famous in the social world, naturally you know Lord Lotte, but there's a sad difference between me and Emily..."

Take a breath.

"... excuse me, that wasn't a mistake. My narrow heart has made Emily feel much lonely and sad."

"... If you are a 'circumstance' we are asking. The..."

"Thank you. But you don't have to worry about it. I regret it myself... and I think it's important that we do this."

……

"... because Coata gave me another chance to get it back. I'm a happy man."

That's what I said, Franz smiling small. Lotte opened her mouth unexpectedly as she seemed to disappear as if she were an illusion.

"- That's why! Now it's time for Emily to grab her happiness! To do that, a good companion is what she needs! Coata, who took me and Emily's friendship, is what Emily deserves!

Hold my fist. To Franz like that, Lotte thinks. I wish it was an illusion.

"... Really?"

"That's right! My pretty daughter's favorite man, I like Coata myself, and I really want her to come to my house. But...... there are all kinds of women's shadows around the coata, so just fire me with a rope - excuse me. This is how I'm looking for Emily and I want her to raise the Chinese Candlestick. Oh, no, I'm not going to blame you for that. He's a masterpiece inside, and a hero prefers color. But! Still, there's no such thing as a woman who can make it happen to Emily!

……

I don't care about the heart. I think so, and Franz waves a hot valve regardless of Lotte turning a frivolous eye.

"Basically, there's no way to beat our Emily, no matter what happens to the women around the coata! Ordinary appearance, attentive personality, kindness of heart! In addition to the speed with which your head spins like it sounds if you hit it, everything is perfect for cooking, washing, cleaning and cooking! What do you say, Lotte - Lord Lotte! Are you listening!

"... excuse me, what were you talking about?

"I'm talking about our daughter being so cute!!

"... right. I think it's beautiful."

"Does His Excellency Lotte think so too! No, you will! You bet! But... there's something about my modest personality that really leaves me one step behind. No, of course it's Emily's beauty in terms of her deep itch as a woman... but the woman around her is' oh 'isn't she? I was just wondering if my Emily had a weak push. Especially that... what was it? Larchia's...... raccoon?

"... I'm the Virgin. I'm the Virgin of Larchia."

"To what world? 'I won't give Hota the right to have a knee pillow!' Is there a Virgin who waves her fist as she says it! Your Excellency, once you look at it, you'll see, right? That agile move, just wild!

"... you're gonna piss me off, aren't you? Mainly, from the Kingdom of Larchia"

Rather, protests are likely to come from Raccoon Side not to join them.

"So does His Highness Sonia. In the second phrase," Oh, my God. "What are you talking about? Love will be war, he said! Without parental asylum, we can't fight. Don't let people talk!

"... please avoid only international problems, please"

"Well...... give up a hundred steps. Master Erica is good. Sure, I know you better than I did at a very young age, and I feel like my daughter at the same time. Yes...... but! Still can't turn it into Emily! I'm sorry, Master Erica! In the first place! If you stand, it's flat, if you sit, it's thin, if you walk, it's sad. In Erica's case, it's very, very good for our Emili..."

"I dare not say where you are referring... was that the case, Lord Franz?

As Chancellor of the Kingdom, Lotte's known Franz Notesfilt is only the image of an excellent lord who is warm but still spins his head fast. I've never seen it get so dry before, rather, it has the effect of "social rumors" in the example, and I even have the impression of someone with some shadow. Franz laughed slightly at Lotte for doing a thumbs-up when she asked.

"I was reborn! I'm" New Franz "!

"... Really?"

Lotte thinks. I wish it had disappeared like an illusion.

"... well, that would be good. So it was Lord Matsuyoshi."

"Yes! Didn't you see the coata!

"If it was Lord Matsuyoshi, he would have run toward the main street earlier. You seem in a lot of a hurry.

"What!? Coata, do you still want to run away from this' stepfather '! No, my lord, that was helpful!

You say that and you bow your head, but it's quick, 'Coata!' and Franz can't run with the Doppler effect. Seeing that the figure had completely disappeared from the back street, Lotte slapped the sides of the empty barrel twice.

"... is this okay?

"... thank you"

Meerkat Kota earlier. Nice to meet you. Kota who only gives a little face. He shook his fearful left and right, and when he confirmed that Franz was not there, he sighed heavily, then smiled like he was tired.

"... thank you, Mr. Lotte"

"... I thought it would be too pitiful to offer it to Lord Franz, not to the boulders."

"Stupid parents...... no, I won't say anything. Anyway, it really helped. He was threatened with house arrest and taken to Notesfield territory."

"... house arrest?

"Yeah, we had a little dinner party at the Becker house the other day."

"Ho."

I think it's pretty good, so I just look at Lotte and encourage her to continue, and Kota smiles with a distracted smile.

"I held..."

"... you accumulate. What is it?

"... for about three days, I couldn't get it back."

……

"In the meantime, Mr. Aloys and Mr. Franz, plus three of Mr. Bianca, kept asking me 'how wonderful a woman named Emily Notesfilt is'. No, you're pretty sure Emily's a great woman, aren't you? Definitely..."

"... it's almost brainwashing."

"Yes. So, you didn't see it, Emily let the three of you get away with it."

That said, I smile so nihilly that Kota looks up at the blue sky peeking from between the buildings.

"... that's something you don't know about life. I didn't think you and Carl would live in a place like this."

"When I say special training with Carl... oh, that 'specializes in running away'?

"Yeah. I used to say all things Cylon Horse. Assuming I had the gift of martial arts... I guess I wouldn't have survived this predicament in the opposite sense."

"... I'm not going to slay Lord Franz on a boulder."

"Exactly."

After saying that and laughing ahahaha, I show disappointed and itemized. Somehow I couldn't forbid a little sympathy for such a coal-fired figure on my back, and Lotte pounded on my shoulder.

"... I'm so sad"

"... thank you. But it is a pleasure to meet Mr. Lotte here. I wanted to report something to you."

"Report?"

Yeah, nodding.

"The Becker Chamber of Trade will follow you to this side."

"... ho"

"Now it's two things: the Roat Chamber of Commerce, the Becker Chamber of Trade"

"Four in Baumgarden and Ritz, is this side? That's one more thing until we get a majority on the nine-member committee."

Hmm, and after putting his hand on his nodding jaw, Lotte turns her gaze towards Kota like she noticed something.

"Excuse me, Lord Matsuyoshi. You were first to thank me. Thank you, thank you very much for convincing the Becker Chamber of Trade."

"I haven't done much to convince you... well, you must be lucky."

"Be modest. But it really helped, Lord Matsuyoshi. Honestly, I thought Becker was the hardest person to talk to."

"... Really?

To Lotte's words, Kota twists his neck. Certainly not to say that it was easier to have Bianca shake her head vertically than to say that the Becker Trade Chamber - I won't tell you.

"... So if it's another chamber of commerce..." Easy Win "?

Now that the Becker Trading Chamber was on his side, Lotte laughed and shook her head left and right at Hota's question as to whether the other chambers of commerce would fall easily.

"What? The other chambers of commerce won't even listen to me. If you don't stop, you can talk."

……

"Baumgarden is a chamber of commerce chaired by my nephew, so whatever. The same goes for Ritz, who easily falls if you give him a little honor. The Rote Chamber of Commerce has had a lot of trouble, so restoring honor is imperative."

"What about Becker?

"So it's not a chamber of commerce that's lasted a thousand years. He's a brilliant young man to see the machine, Lord Bianca and Lord Aloys. Likely to ride, I was treading, but there's a lot of glitch there."

"Because it's been going on for a thousand years?

"Yes."

"... I feel like you're struggling with my place all the time when you hear what I'm saying?

"The Rote Chamber of Commerce has a hand from Zion, and Becker had a hand from Lord Emily. It's the right material."

Shouldn't let Lotte look bad at all. Shoulder to shoulder, too.

"... So, what's your last handover?

"This is also Theon...... no, is it Lord Matsuyoshi's own handover? Is there anything you can think of?

"... right. 'Please' would be the only place there."

"Yes."

"" Hotel Larchia ""

"... I'll take Mr. Scion with me, too?

"I don't mind. And... I don't want to spare you because I'm one step away. Unregulating information."

"Disarm?"

"You can tell this story to Lord Elise of Hotel Larchia, and to Lord Klaus. The two of you seem to have a strong mouth, and if you can handle Scion, it's better for the four of us to work together."

That's what Lotte says. He bows his head.

"... I have a better chance of success going to you than I do. Please, Lord Matsuyo."

Best wishes,.

"... raise your head, Mr. Lotte. It's a boat that's been boarded... because there's no time to work hard without working hard here."

"It would help if you could say that."

Kota also smiles at Lotte, who raises her head. And, as I noticed something, Kota took over the words.

"With that said... Mr. Lotte, why are you here? Besides, you're alone to see...... who's the escort, etc?

"You're not here. I'm alone."

"... are you okay, that?

If you're also the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, you can have all the SP people around. I think so. Lotte laughed and shook her head left and right.

"You were angry earlier." What are you thinking? "

"So..."

"Well, I guess it wasn't much to be praised for... but when you get older, sometimes you want to remember the old days."

Say so.

- It's the promised place. This is the place.

Lotte narrows her eyes as if she misses something, as if she were merciful. Unexpectedly, Kota breathes in that look that doesn't happen at any point.

"Ro-"

but it also, for a moment, put his expression back on the sole of the usual 'Prime Minister of the Kingdom', and Lotte turned her gaze to Kota.

"Well, then it's time for me to go. My men are waiting for me at the royal castle. Wouldn't it be better if Lord Matsudai returned to the royal castle?

"Yeah, yeah. Right."

"Please return to the royal castle before Lord Franz finds you. Now, excuse me."

That said, Lotte turns her back on Kota and walks out. Kota stared slightly at his back.

"- Oh, yeah, yeah."

"Huh! What is it!

"No, it's not a big deal"

Somehow, I felt that my actions had been unpleasant until earlier, and Majesty and Lotte stared at Kota, who seemed uncomfortable and stiff. Kouta opened her mouth without accumulating, feeling like she was caught in a snake.

"- How long will you be in a liquor barrel, Lord Matsuyo? No way, did you like it?

The upside down sound of a barrel of liquor and the noise of a distracted cat nymph echoed in the back streets.