The girl with the fire wheel.

After the meeting in Madres, Irvan had secretly put out his use and had invited a certain person to the VIP room. Sometimes I just took control of the castle, and no one uses it. Martial officers, the civilians are also busily moving toward new assignments. None of them were aware of Irvan's actions.

The person you invited is Noel Vossheit, a young hero of Coimbra.

Ilvan placed armed worshippers around the VIP room to keep more skilled assassins behind the ceiling. That number is thirty. No one can get in the way.

(Lord Elgar's delusion about Lord Noel is too dangerous for us. I don't want to, but depending on the conversation, Lord Noel has to disappear)

Now was my biggest opportunity. The castle is still in turmoil and can also be made to look like the work of the Wilm remnants of the party if it is shortly after the repression. Conversely, with the exception of this desk, we will never be able to reach it again. You'll cross a rather dangerous bridge, but you have no mouth for the dead. Nevertheless, there is also a considerable risk of being killed. But as long as they take the lead and crush it, they move and then they die. Just keep waiting and avoid ruining. Because if it's not enough to keep beating the beating, it's impossible for Islam to grow its power again or something.

Elgar is asked to recognize Ilvan's daughter, Ilm, as her fiancé. A dear daughter, loyal to Irvan's orders. There is no shortage as a material for political marriage. Above all, he is a devout Ill. I fully understand the current painful position. You won't be confused by the sentiment that it's love. It went well until Noel showed up.

As far as I can tell, I'm pretty sure Elgar has special feelings for Noel. In the unlikely event that a promise is broken and Noel is greeted as a regular room, waiting is ruin. In this continent the Iles have no shield but Elgar, and no land to flee. I invested all the wealth I could have in Elgar. A small number of sacrifices have also been made to prepare for the decision. At any rate, to establish a survival zone in the land, Irvan wagered on a young leader. It's not a joke when that's finally about looking into the eyes of the day, such as being taken from the side.

(Even though some martial arts are excellent, you can always kill them by surprise. Heroes or humans are human beings)

Are you overconfident in your power, or are you just an idiot? I don't know which one, but Noel has responded immediately to the invitation. I have delicious liquor from the continent, so I just invited you to join me if you like. If I refused, I was going to lure him out because I wanted to talk to him confidentially about Elgar. If that's turned down too, evidence that you're endangering this one. I was prepared to exercise my strength.

(Either way, it hasn't been decided yet whether to run it. I'd like to make it easier if possible.)

The lifeline of the Ils is to maintain their say in the newly established unified coin bra. Otherwise, in this land where solar theism is the majority, the infidels and minorities themselves will be lightly swallowed up. It was therefore necessary to ascertain the sincerity of Noel Vossheit, the little girl in front of her, who was drinking in front of her, who could be a future political enemy.

"... Lord Noel, did you like it?"

"Yeah, this is really delicious. These weird fruits are delicious!

"That liquor is called Berta Wine. Madres wines are also medium delicious, but continental objects will have different fun again. And the green fruit is found in Bertameron. Rich sweetness and aromatic aroma characterized by a melting tongue."

"Um, you really have all sorts of things on the continent. I didn't want to go, but maybe I just got a little interested. But it's a little far to go play."

Leaning his neck, Noel eats it full with a spoon. Include Berta wine in your mouth so that you pour it in all at once. There seemed to be no such thing as aristocratic manners.

"Together, those two will allow the common people to live for a few years. It's so rare."

"It is."

"But if you liked it so much, it was worth the effort we brought in.... because you are a coin bra hero."

"Coimbra hero?

"You'll be humbled. Didn't you hear the people? Didn't everyone praise the hero who defeated the tyrant Wilm? When I heard the story, the emperor Amir also feared your martial arts. This is why I wanted to be close and invited you."

"Oh well. Thanks for feeding me something awesome! Irvan is a good man."

I feel like Irvan's poison gradually pulls out on Noel's unholy face. I was tempted that there was a little more verbal restraint, but I really feel like a shoulder watermark.

After accidentally smiling bitterly, I decide to peek at my preparation to get down to business. Because I felt like I wouldn't understand if I threw the story away.

"Ha, I don't know if I'm a good person. Standing on top means that's all you're responsible for. On my shoulders lies the lives of all the Ils. Therefore, as soon as I wanted to deepen my rapport with the famous Lord Noel of Martial Arts. If it's for them, I'll spare no effort."

"Oh well. I can work hard for my people, too, and maybe that's what it is."

Unfortunately for Noel to have drank the wine, Irvan decides to cut to the point. I haven't grasped the character of the opponent yet. I'm sure it's beautiful, but it's far from calling me a lady. If you try to be a soldier, you can also describe it as rigid. In fact, he's leading soldiers into falling castles, so I guess he'll also stand on his arms. But on the inside, it's appropriate to consider it a child, mentally immature.

I also understood a little that Elgar would be attracted. For a boy who has been shown all the dirty stuff, Noel's purity must have shown very favorably.

But if you stand as a political opponent, even children can't forgive you. Ilvan holds a glass in his left hand. When this falls, it's when Noel's life crushes. Work such as assassinations and cover-ups is what the Ils are good at. I've used this technology to survive this far.

"I've come all this way to summon you, a woman, because I wanted to hear the sincerity of Lord Noel."

"What do you want to hear?

"- I will ask you frankly. What does Lord Noel think of us Iles?

"The fellow you are counting on, young man, and also on my side. I guess Irvan feels like a good guy who gave me something delicious."

I am not particularly nervous or alert. He doesn't even seem to recognize that what is in front of him can be a future political enemy.

"Ha, thank you for this. We are delighted to have such a comforting companion as Lord Irvan Noel."

"Haha, I guess it's nice to talk to people from the continent too. That's a good thing."

"… So let me just tell you one more thing. What do you think about Elgar's engagement to my daughter, Ill? From what I can tell, Master Elgar seems to have special feelings for you. Maybe you, too. Of course, we know it's an extra treat. Marriage, however, is something that truly loves each other and should be united. There must be no unfortunate mistake."

Ilvan deliberately asks in a trying tone. It would be easy to understand if this showed even anger emotions. Noel will certainly be hostile. A woman's jealousy is a horrible thing. Sometimes they do things that destroy the country.

I know that there have been objections to this engagement since the time of the Red Wheel Army. Old Coimbra ministers, especially around Cynthia, were also rebellious. I didn't exclude her because I didn't think it would be an obstacle. Boneless and a woman knight with a thick trust from the soldiers. But political power is lacking. That is more proof than anything that the engagement has materialized. If Irvan was in the opposite position, he would never have let him admit to an engagement or anything. Because I can see it coming later.

Ilvan must continue to develop his power in Coimbra and aim to expand the survival zone of the Ils. We also need to be proactive in the missionary work of Il religion and to increase the number of trustworthy allies. Based on a powerful rear shield called Elgar. It's just about the interest in using each other, but that's not the only reason we invested.

Irvan bet on Elgar's future. That boy, young and seeing hell, has the temper and obsession to say that he will survive anything and accomplish his purpose. Later, as long as you have experience and knowledge, you will be a fine mentor.

"So, Lord Noel would like to know what you think."

"Cynthia told me you were getting married. You mean you can have a new family, right? I hope you're all happy, right? - Oh, call me for the wedding, huh? Me, I've never been to a wedding, so I'd like to see it nearby. We celebrate delicious food with fun music, right?

"Oh, right. I don't know what this ceremony looks like, but on our continent, we bless you very much."

"Oh well. Yeah, you're really excited!

Laughing, Noel completes the melon. When I scratched the red hair, it was delicious - and I breathe a sigh of relief.

From there, I can't feel anything like jealousy, or hostility. It just seems like something to ask about my friend's marriage and honestly celebrate. If this is all an act, it's a big bender.

Irvan decided to take a step forward. The question is, are you going to stand as a political opponent? If you can take it in, that's fine.

"... Lord Noel. The desire to enrich this rough coin bra should be the same. In the future, I would like to deepen our cooperation. Your martial arts, the wisdom of our continent of the Iles. Together, the two will always have good results for the coin bra."

"You know, there's something amazing about the Mundonovo continent, right?

"Yeah, yeah. Well, there are a lot of things that aren't here."

"Is it true that some people use magic?

"... It's just a joke here, but I'm pretty sure there are people in his land who are called that."

"Can the sky fly too?

"Well, you can't fly in the sky, but you seem to be able to flame out or water out"

"Oh, I have a spear that can flame out too! I'll show you next time!

Noel laughs in a good mood. Irvan laughs lovingly that it's exciting too. It was a clap-out negotiation to the end, but this would be a good result. Irvan chuckled inside.

"Hmm, magic. I thought you didn't want to go anywhere else, but you're going to rethink it a little. Oh, I think it's a good idea that we work together from now on. Let's stick together, fellas!

Since Noel has asked to shake his hand with a sticky hand with fruit juice, Irvan politely wipes his hand and does so, then responds accordingly. I kind of feel like I'm dealing with a child really, and I'm getting more mental fatigue. As far as the exterior is concerned, I'm supposed to be expecting a late teenager, or a twenty. My mental age is too young.

(Not sure, but he's not the kind of person he was wary of. That would be a good result. without wasting blood)

"You've had a really meaningful conversation. Finally, then, as a sign of the friendship between Lord Noel and our Iles, I would like to give you something. Lord Noel, do you want anything? Gold, rare liquor, precious metals, gems, works of art on the continent, etc. You can have everything you want. Don't hesitate to say it."

I can take it unless it's too unscrupulous a demand. If you want a young man, you can offer him as a sacrifice. People who can fish with "objects” are very easy to see and helpful. The trouble is they don't move because they weigh things like intent and brother-in-law.

"Eh. I wonder if you want a rare toy from the continent. I wonder if it would be nice to be able to play with Cynthia or Ligret if I could."

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

"There's a rare cup of stuff on the continent, isn't there? The kids over there want to know what they're playing with."

"... I see. Yeah, yeah, sure, there is. We'll take a look at it later."

I was unintentionally upset, but Irvan instantly acknowledges. This could have achieved more than expected. All I had to do was give the kid the toys and everything worked out. There was no extra investment at all, only huge in return. Noel will not be the first to become a political enemy. In case you do, you're not afraid enough.

And I've figured it out. This girl is still an idiot. The spirit remains a child and has survived only with the force of birth. I guess I had to. Ligret was probably the one who gave Evel and Madress the measures that caused them to fall. That's the hero's wisdom bag.

That would be perfectly fine. Just say the daughter of the Gramble family, enough ingredients to kick it off. As soon as I get in the way, I can drive you to death just by spreading rumors. From what I have examined, the reputation from soldiers and the people is also significantly poor.

Without even knowing Irvan's thoughts, Noel rises to the symphony of his nose and leaves the room behind in swallowing. Then he glances at himself, and Irvan takes his seat. Pour wine into a glass that was supposed to send a signal and soak it in the victory booze.

(Always like this, thank you very much. Maybe God, who has abandoned our devout people, has finally reached out to me)

"- Hey."

I was suddenly called from behind when I tried to leak a laugh.

- I stop breathing. My heart pulses hard.

"... no, Noel, my lord?

"If you want to kill me, you should have three hundred more. Because thirty is not enough at all. I wonder if it would be nice to burn to death at once, ready to strike a match. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna burn it to the bones, or we're gonna take them all on the road."

- What?

"Haha, Irvan is a good guy, so I'll miss you this time. Specially, just this once. I knew it was heavy to kill my people. Well, then, watch out for the next one, okay?

Noel gently stroked Irvan's green robe with a laugh before slowly closing the door and walking away. But Irvan realized that his eyes were never laughing.

Breathing disturbs. I can see the blood is drawing. Body tremors, and flowing sweats don't stop. From the glass I had in my hand, the wine became zero like a blood splash.

An assassin who was letting him lurk behind the ceiling appears quietly. And the churches, who were positioned around them, also come in. Everyone's complexion is uniformly blue and white.

"... Dear Ilvan. He was aware of us. Definitely. Always, it seemed like I was looking at this one. And there's a strange sign behind it."

"Wow, so are we. There was always a strange sign behind it, even though no one was supposed to be there. We can't move as if we were in bondage."

"... So what if I was signaling?

"Surely they would have all been killed.... Dear Ilvan, that is a monster. There was a monster that drove us to ruin! - Oh, my God!

"............ hey, what the hell"

Irvan glances, hands on his desk. What a terrible thing I was doing. I almost touched the inverse scale of the chemical. Living now is just luck.

"(a) Dear Ilvan, what will you do in the future to monitor Noel? If you continue surveillance, it's not strange whenever they kill you at random."

"... Dear Ilvan. Now I wonder if we should avoid danger."

Assassins looking threatened. All the surveillance we thought was going well so far has been spotted. It is no different than being sickled by a reaper on its neck. The Iles are not afraid of death, but the emotion of fear is difficult to contain if it exceeds its limits. It's hot if you touch the fire, cold if you touch the ice. Same thing. If we cross the limits, reason blows away.

"Abort. I'll call it all off. Never get your hands on me in the future. Don't act like you're being taken hostile, even if you're wrong.... okay?

"Yes, I understand"

"Fortunately, I will not be hostile to us. I haven't even put it on my teeth about us. I don't know what I want to do, but if I don't get in front of it, I can't get involved. If we don't get in the way, we should be fine."

With hopeful observations, Irvan decided so. It doesn't seem like you have romantic feelings about Elgar. I don't know what ambition you have, but he wants to rebuild the coin bra. Anyway, it's important you stay out of this.

In this case, Noel said he would miss it. Probably true. Next time, no.

"That's definitely a monster. Similar to the monster that drove us Irishmen to ruin. And he scattered death all over the continent, just like that monster. Fine, never get your hands on it. You mustn't lay your hands on the monster."

Ilvan said it out strongly. The other believers nodded without even trying to hide their fears.

In this world, there is a "monster”. That's all we can call it, the terrible ones do exist. The only monster I thought was on the continent was here.

Ilvan had seen the threat with this eye at an early age. Sometimes you should never get your hands on it. His father, who had bull-eared the Star Church and lay his hands on hegemony, had a tragic end in ruin relative to the monster. In response to the aftermath, a party of Irvans was seen as heretical on the continent.

And it was another monster that persisted in pursuing the heretically certified Ill. All the brothers and relatives who hung themselves in the hands of the Inquisitor, equipped with the sickle of the Reaper, and who had vowed to rise again, were slain. All those who resisted were also killed. Only young Irvan was fortunate enough to survive. So I know the fear of chemicals by staining myself. You must never lay a hand on me.

(Anyway, I was saved. Thank you, thank you. I was lucky enough to help again when I said I was relative to a monster! - Oh, my God!

Irvan, who picked up his life on a piece of paper, once again offered his heartfelt gratitude for the mercy God had given him.

Noel's room. He plays with toys given to him by Irvan, along with Ligret, who looks like he's in a heartfelt mood.

It's a three-dimensional toy called the Star Tower. Towers, high assembled in complex configurations, in various parts, large and small. From there, I pulled it out in order, and I'd rather lose if it collapsed. Drain from one to three. It's the liver that drives the opponent to a disadvantage, but if returned, it can also lead to strangling himself. Either way, it is the fate of the tower that cannot be destroyed. 'It is a faithful reproduction of what we have accomplished,' Irvan said, somewhat with a dark face.

"Not yet. Not yet. I'm getting sleepy."

Noel yawning heavily. I'm not really sleepy at all. but it is also important in this game to annoy the opponent. On the temple of the ligret, blue muscle ran. It's going to be stalled if it's the next time, but I dare you to stop it here.

"Ugh, you're so loud. Shut up for a second!

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I imitated Ilvan. It could get stuck.

"I told you to shut up!

Tongue-beating ligret. My fingers are shaking. It didn't seem to matter anymore about Wilm's death, he was back to his usual condition. Now it seemed like he was thinking about how to get Royer out of Ibi. He's going to abuse it even if it's his direct report. Unfortunately, that won't happen. Elgar didn't seem to have any intention of putting it under the riglet. Neither will any human being who purposefully wants to create dissonance within the military.

By the way, when I said to you out of kindness, 'If you've got happiness, you can retire nothing,' I got the best tongue. They're still playing with me. Noel was happy, so when I thanked him, he got mad at me. He's one of my friends who got pissed off but can't let go as Noel because he plays like this.

Anyway, my hands aren't moving at all. Keep your hands on the parts and don't let it be slight. This will not end forever.

"Well, it's early tomorrow, so from now on, we'll put a ten-second limit on it. Ten seconds, nine seconds..."

"Hey, hey, suddenly it's cowardly -"

As the hasty ligret pulled through the parts, the tower broke down in momentum. Along with the flashy sound, the parts became scattered.

"Yes, Ligret's loss. So long, loser. Nice to clean up!

Winning Noel quickly changes into a sleeping roll after making stretches. Leave the groaning riglet alone. When I jumped on the bed and fell asleep, it felt so good to chill out.

"Uh, the futon feels good. I think I'll get some sleep soon."

Apparently, Irvan doesn't have to crack his head. If Elgar and I want to keep up, but suddenly kill my stepfather, we might get mad. If I threatened him with all that, he wouldn't normally have his hands on me. If I still repeat the same thing, I won't hesitate next time. Ilvan and all the Irishmen I've set up kill.

"Um, was it a little sweet?

"Hey. What a cowardly imitation of a time limit all of a sudden, what was so sweet about it! You devil!"

"Haha, Ligrette is really funny"

"Shut up!

Noel slowly closed his lid as he watched the ligret cleaning up abusively. Next, I want to play with Cynthia or Elgar. But we're all busy, so I don't know if you'll play. When I get great, I guess I can't help but spend less time on myself.

(I wonder how great I can be. If I could be a general, would I look a little good?

Wearing the General's armor and splendid medals, I tried to imagine myself flirting greatly. The shady Wilm's face came to mind, so it was a bit of a bad idea. So imagining what it would be like in the Grand General, for some reason Cynthia's novel and fist bones flew in, so Noel decided to just sleep.

Ligret groaned remorsefully even in his dreams, so I comforted him once and for all.