The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

If you drink poison, normal humans die.

I thought that 'normal' also applied to Deanna, so Juke's head turned white.

The most praiseworthy girl in this country now, who continued to dedicate herself, no matter how misguided and rewarded, for the sake of the country, for the side chambers of the rear palace.

Its venerable being dies devoting his life to the country without receiving any gratitude from anyone.

- What, is that it?

Juke was aware the moment she mouthed poisonous meat that Deanna's devotion was synonymous with 'sacrifice'.

Juke has not been helped by Deanna. Juke, the King, has been sacrificing a girl with a noble heart (Deanna) who became the side room Red Rose.

At the expense of just one, happy with the peace that just looks like it. - What part of this is "king"?

You can't let him die. With that in mind, visit her room.

"How stupid are you, you are"

There's more to the words than reluctance, to Deanna's private maid - Rita, who took a painful blow.

Rita, who served Deanna from the Crestor family and came with her to the rear palace, is the one who has watched Deanna struggle closer than anyone else. For that matter, I'm also deeply angry with Juke.

For those near Deanna, Juke will only be the object of hatred and anger. I knew it, so I had no intention of disputing it from the beginning.

Yet. Any word, I was going to accept.

Rita's words, even in this situation, were not just to blame for Juke.

He points out Juke's unending points and tells me to 'think'.

"Your family, your friends, everyone here since you went into the backyard who always keeps being impotent and thinks more about others than you do about yourself and cleans up any struggle with a word of 'cause I want to see everyone smile' - how many people worry, show you, and want you to be happier than anyone else"

Full of compassion for Deanna, in those words.

'Is it compassionate to worry, make noise, and arrange a doctor? Are we the disloyalists to blame for not doing it? Since you only try to see things that way unilaterally, do you still not understand that it took so much time to realize Deanna's' truth 'over this period!!

To wisdom that chooses foolish jukes but not just chooses.

- That's the daughter Alford thinks, I was impressed with a half-paralyzed head.

As he turns away and returns to the royal palace to avoid being seen, Juke feels his own head moving like never before and the wind blowing into the area he was wearing. This spring, when I took office, I retraced in an instant the death of my father, the time of the Crown Prince, and the world of memory.

(That's right.... ever since I was born)

Isn't that strange? If the rumor of 'em' is true.

Why, it's not on the agenda. Why doesn't anybody sue?

Vaguely, I was feeling it. If Deanna's 'Bad Girl' is just a rumor, maybe - and.

To put it perfectly, though the face of 'em' was too bad man style. Come to think of it, Juke never talked directly to a clan other than Deanna.... I met our Lord face-to-face at the New Year's Eve party the other day, but that won't be a conversation.

I can't believe I'm trying to deduce the 'truth' without even talking properly, just the rumors and the power of appearance.

All the same, when you didn't even realize you were stupid.

That may have been close to a kind of heaven.

Juke couldn't help but be sure of the 'truth'.

"You're tired. Why don't you take the day off already?

"I feel like doing so..."

Go back to your familiar quarters and be alone with the side you trust.

After a little thought, Juke decided. - It's the only time, he said.

What Juke wants to make sure, if it's public. If Juke is trying to find out 'it' now, spread it to the nobles. What's troublesome is that it's visible.

Alford was the only one I could count on.

"Secure one room where no one can interrupt me. And there's something in that room that I want you to carry."

"I need a good night. Carry what?

"Later, give detailed instructions. … and this is the best thing I can ask you to do."

With determination in your heart, look to Alford.

"Whatever happens. Don't let anyone know about that room until I tell you I'm good. When you need me, you come."

"... hey. Are you gonna go missing?

"Because you know where he is, he's not really going missing. I just don't want to be disturbed."

I have a sense that I'm demanding something unscrupulous. No matter how close Alford may be, will he listen to such a 'favor' of a piece of paper?

Staring at Alford in prayerful comfort, he laughed and drowned.

"I understand, Your Majesty."

Thank you for accepting the side. Alford just moved and secured me a room in a painting of an uninhabited royal palace, under the name of just the outer palace.

"Aren't you annoying the Keiths?

"He said it doesn't matter. Whether you use my personal name or the name of the Kingsguard, if you have to look for me, you can do it right away. Not even His Excellency the Chancellor knows that the King and the outer chamber are connected, and they are not the first to be suspicious because by the nature of their work they run out of rooms all the time and rent them everywhere temporarily"

"So much work that we're running out of rooms is being turned to the outer chamber..."

Juke, in fact, was not well aware of the existence of an institution called the 'Outer Palace Room', which assists the three provinces from a holistic point of view, until there was the case of former Chief Maris. There are circumstances in which it is a recently formed organization, but the most significant reason is that they did not have the authority to speak to the King and had no direct involvement. You didn't even have a proper grasp of the Royal Palace's organizational chart, but now I can only tell you that this is something that was well done in government.

(No... I guess I haven't been able to, huh)

To the pieces of paper that come up to the king, asking for confirmation and acceptance, just press judgment as they say. About two years in office, that's the kind of 'work' Juke has done so far. What does what is written on the paper in front of you mean and how does giving permission move the country? I just heard the words of those who came to explain it and I thought I understood it, and once I had incorporated it into my head, the course of thinking carefully was sooooo out. This is very, very much not 'government'.

(That's why I am. if you don't think about it)

The determination is renewed, too, and we head to the old, big desk, which is tucked away in the room. The chair that comes with the degree of sorry doesn't seem comfortable sitting in flattery either, but I'm not going to say such a luxury to Juke.

"So, Juke. What am I supposed to bring to this room?

Staring at Alford as he inquires.

Quiet, mouth what you want.

"- Stored in the Royal Palace, materials about the Crestors, everything."

Alford's eyes opened wide silently. The juke is secretly in jeopardy if it is rebelled.

but. The words returned after a short while were diagonally off Juke's expectations.

"Which neighborhood do you want? That's the old house that lasts three hundred years. We'll fill half of this room with all the territorial operational reports we keep."

"Oh, really?

"Not long ago, there's a minority of houses that put together the details of the Territory's operations by region and submit them to the Royal Palace. The Crestors are at the head of it, and the report is scratchy for that matter. Unless there is so much going on, the reports from each house will be kept for thirty-five years…"

This room will be overflowing with thirty-five years worth of Territorial Operations Reports for each region each year.

"It's a house with little connection to the center, so the paperwork being filed under the name 'Crestor' is about as much a report on the territory as that. The names come up all the time in the records of the conciliation bureau, and even the materials in the Department of Territorial Administration of the Ministry of the Interior can be found as much as they want. That house, in fact, is second only to the royal family and the Duke of Mondria, because it has a large territory"

"Aside from the face of the Marquis!?

"Look it up and you'll see. I'll say no first, but not every territory, because you didn't want it from the Crestors, did you? The emperor of history said, 'Are you kidding me? Who needs that! The royal palace has managed to take it upon itself to refuse."

I'm already feeling shaken out of something in the juke for the first time total attack of stories I hear.

And before all the anecdotes about the Crestors.

"Alford... you know a lot about that, don't you?

On the unexpected side of the side, it is a juke whose surprise cannot be hidden.

Alford, questioned, grinned lightly.

"I'm better at swords, so I went the knight's way. I know more than people about history than I was born in Swan's house."

"Oh... well. Speaking of Swan, it's a house that's been leading historical research for generations."

"Instead of in that house, I'm a knight. I'm the heretic. - Though, I'm a Swan person, too. If you're talking about history, you can teach it quite a bit.

"Thanks, that helps"

Nodding, Juke often thought.

Juke also knew that every year the nobles put up a report on territorial management in the Royal Palace. But those are after the Home Office gathers them and checks the contents, only the numbers inside are pulled out, especially if there are no problems, and the only ones that come up to the king are the summary reports. I didn't know or even try to find out which nobility ruled which land with what ingenuity and how they wrote the report, such details.

In the first place. What appropriations are given to the nobles by this vast land of the Kingdom of Elland? From there, vaguely, Juke realizes.

(... ok)

It's behind you to be depressed by your pitiful self. Juke looks up all the time.

"Alford. Where was the newest given in Count Crester's territory?

"Sure... that was the Zephyra region. About thirty years ago."

"I would now like to know more about the Zephyra region and how the land was given to the Crestors."

"Copy that. I'll gather the materials from around there."

"And I want to see as many Crestor family related records in the conciliation bureau as possible. As far as I can tell, I don't think there were any cases where the Crestors were sued at the conciliation bureau..."

There are a number of mediation bureaux, but the main one is mediation between nobles. The conciliation bureau is also responsible for the determination of the crimes and punishments of the nobility, unless there is much left to be done. Examples of exceeding the discretion of the conciliation bureau would include the scandal of former Chief Maris.

It's unnatural to think that such a notorious clan has never been taken care of by the conciliation bureau. - If the rumors are true.

Alford also nodded with a serious face.

"There are surprisingly few examples of the Crestors and clans being sued, even retroactively. However, during an investigation conducted by the conciliation bureau, a heap of testimonies have been recorded about the Crestors. You want to see it all?

"Of course I want to make it a priority, though the Crestors and their clans have been sued.... That's what happened"

"One hundred and fifty-four years ago, the newest in the official record."

"You wouldn't say that's new!

All this, I don't feel like blaming myself for not knowing. It is clearly a world of recent history, such as more than one hundred and fifty years ago. Even if I teach in history classes, I'm just a fan of things that have gone through my enthusiasm for studying to find out the strings up to the records of that era.

"By the way, if there had been a case that had been sued but not recorded without full mediation, there would have been two about seventy years ago and thirty years ago. You see that, too?

"Still, only three times..."

"Well, including testimonial collections, the material swells up over ten times"

"Carry me as far as you can't help it."

"Okay. Anything else you want?

"I also want the genealogy of the Crestor family, as recorded by the Ministry of the Interior. I want to know the general point about Crestor territory other than Zephyra."

"Okay. That's about it for starters. Call me each time you find out what you want again."

Alford with such a snort and cooperative attitude. I appreciate it, but it's also strange.

"Why are you suddenly talking about the Crestors? You know, you don't ask."

"Well, I don't know what it's like to touch the heart of the Red Rose and question not only her, but that house itself"

"Don't even let go of my job and do this kind of private research! Don't you get angry?

"I don't know if I'm going to do this until I'm missing... but I don't have a case that I put in right now. Most importantly, it would be different for me to put a cross spear in what the king decided you needed."

The words are sincere, but not all. To the extent that it feels that way, Juke has been deeply associated with Alford. Juke quietly closes his eyes, dropping off Alford, who left the room to look for the materials.

(Probably, Alford knows)

that Juke is flashing, researching, and trying to gain certainty. Alford is - he will inherit the blood of 'Swan'. I'm sure he knew it from the beginning.

"Learning, examining, codifying and spinning history" - the Swan family, given a place of nobility at the same time as the birth of the Kingdom of Elland, is descended from the "Ancient (though) clan," which the Kingdom has inherited its role from before it had its name.

Swan - in ancient language, "poetry".

(Father... I am, really stupid. I haven't been able to make one of your teachings come true)

The Royal Family of Elland also inherited its role before the kingdom had its name, the "Ancient Clan". The "Ancient Clan" has an oral biography of only the clan. Something that is never written down on paper and has been continuously said from parent to child, from child to grandson.

The words of the old days and the meaning put into them -.

That my father was trying to tell Juke, even when he sewed between busy times, stealing the eyes of the 'educators' and putting his family time behind him. "This is our only secret. Don't tell anyone else," he said again and again, "what he told me... it just couldn't have been 'words'.

Until Alford came up with the name 'Swan' again, I couldn't even think of such an easy thing.

"You kept me waiting, Juke. I've scratched the dossier from the Ministry of the Interior for the first time because when the sun rises it will be a hassle.

I'm going to bring the records of the conciliation bureau. "

"Thank you, Alford. Helpful, but don't push it too hard, okay?

"Of what. A knight's health is a battle. I don't know how much."

Juke didn't even know how close he was to doing it. If it were true, we should have made an effort to exchange words and understand each other when he was beside us.

With tremendous gratitude for Alford and bitter remorse in his chest, Juke put his hand on the dossier.

I had to know, but there's too much I didn't know.

Come here, finally. Juke was trying to grab 'something'.

While I was immersed in the research, I realized that time had passed to fly.

By the time the window started to whiten and tell of the sun's foretaste - Alford, who was walking all over the place and gathering all the materials for me, comes with a palm, rugged face for some reason.

"Juke. Calm down, listen to me"

its complexion and from its voice. I can feel something unusual happening.

Juke closed the booklet that was open and looked at Alford.

"What's wrong with you?

"Master Shayla was taken out of the royal palace by someone. They say the Knights of the Royal Palace stepped out of the Red Rose's captivity because the samurai who gave the guide gave the Red Rose her name."

I can't follow my head for a moment on a hell of a thing.

Juke, who inadvertently stood up and nearly yelled at me, looks at Alford in front of him and returns to me all the time.

Alford's expression, which makes a pale report, remains calm to look at.

But if you look closely...

"Alford. Don't hold your fist so hard. Wouldn't it be hard to grip a sword?

Trust, of the King's Kingsguard Knights, the hand. The harder the color disappears, the tighter he is squeezing, and the closer he looks, he is trembling into small pieces. Juke pointed me out, and I lost my strength from it. For that matter, the change in his expression was dramatic.

Always gentle, warm wooded eyes, harsh lightning runs.

"WHERE, such a cowardly thing......!

"Shayla is captured, and her mastermind is the Red Rose,"

"No way, you believe me!?

"Impossible"

I'm just calm enough for Alford to be visible and emotional, and I'm juicy and firmly upset.

Still, no matter how shocking the news was.

"The Red Rose turns Shayla? You know, to protect everything, you have a daughter who even kills herself? - Whether the heavens and the earth turn upside down, it's impossible."

First, and Juke puts bitter thoughts on his expression.

"The red rose was yesterday's poison, wasn't it supposed to have been sleeping all night? And yet you can't possibly plan Shayla's abduction."

"You know where it is and it really helps"

Alford's complexion is so bad that he rarely sees it. Of course, it is understood as a juke that this situation is unpleasant.

Particularly.

(Shayla. Are you safe? -)

I saw it at the feast, Shayla. In the long run, something was different than before.

Surrounded by the 'Red Roses' side rooms, even when they were being forced to eat meals. I didn't see any fright or anxiety there, and I even had the strength not to try to pull on them like that.

I think the encounter was common. The side chamber of the last seat where you live secluded in the corner of the rear palace and the king who stumbled through there. Juke was instantly distracted by a girl playing with the little birds and smiling gently in the clear light of the morning.

Straighten up, for a look at yourself. In the heart of trying to look into his eyes and preach the word, knowing that he is the 'king'.

I was attracted, and it fell fast.

Shayla is not attracted to the juke. I don't even think about using the 'king' 's favor, etc. Rather reluctant and discreet.

I wanted to be soothed by that air, and every day I met her, I went to her room and stuffed her.

As I got involved, Shayla, little by little, has changed. In the beginning, you gradually start to bump your own opinions out of an attitude that just embraces the juke with confusion. It was not once or twice that I was surprised by its modest but wise appearance.

At the same time that he was happy with such Shayla, Juke felt uninterrupted by Shayla's anxiety and lack of confidence, which seemed remarkable because he became emotional.

Shayla thought more, confidently good for herself, that it was only because she had become self-reflective. Not humble or anything, perhaps Shayla is smarter than Juke. 'No one is better than the king' was also a cliché of the 'educators', but Juke now knows that such a thing is merely a conjecture. It doesn't matter what a person's position is to their advantage or disadvantage, the point is the question of their qualities and effort.

I can assure you that Juke doesn't hate Shayla for polishing her own qualities and rising to higher heights. I hear this, too, but there are some guys who really can't feel safe looking down at a woman and not being inferior to themselves. It's a psychology that Juke can't really understand. In consequence theory, but if the woman was inferior to Juke, the rear palace was rough and wild with roughness, and the end of this country was right in front of her. This country still manages to keep its shape because the good women supported it where Juke doesn't know it.

No matter how Shayla changes, Juke's feelings only deepen and he doesn't leave. It's the first juke I've fallen in love with, but that's why I know very well that love is unreasonable. Honestly, Shayla's eyes just reflect herself and share the same amount of time, and her breasts are full of happiness. It's a common word, but I think if Shayla were here, that would be all, and Juke's life would be happy.

- Yes, because I thought so. At the feast last night, I saw Shayla full of unprecedented strength, even though I felt more dependable and more loving than worried.

(So easy, something to be mourned, is it...?

Too weak, Juke shook it off, desperately.

Everything is too soon to give up. We don't know anything yet, we haven't done anything.

With strong eyes, Juke is. I saw Alford in front of me.

"I don't have enough information. Let me hear the details first."

"What do you want to know?

"First, a samurai that she gave Shayla a guide to kidnapping. Who's that?

"I think I can imagine more or less..."

- Belle, the Tandor's private maid, right?

Juke had also received reports from Deanna that Bell was conspiring with Rhino, now Count Tandor's eldest son, to brainwash and incite Sofia, who knew nothing. The rhino is also manipulated by Oleg Magentis, and Oleg is fueled by Normard Ortier.

Alford was profoundly forthcoming with the lightning running in his eyes.

"Bell said that after guiding Master Shayla out of the royal palace, the Knight of the Royal Palace discovered her suspicious behavior and interrogated her, confessing about Master Shayla's abduction. As collaborators outside the rear palace, Rhino Tandor and Oleg Magentis are also said to have already been captured by the Knights of the Royal Palace"

"What happened to Normard?

"So far, the Knights of the Royal Palace have captured three men: Belle, Rhino and Oleg."

He's a juke who's been disgusted with his stupidity lately, but still he's basically competent. I understand things quickly, and the guidelines aren't bad. As long as you remember to think, you can also make logical assumptions from the situation.

Ice blue eyes emitted a harsh light.

- A conservative conspiracy.

"What makes you think that?

"The Red Rose study shows that Normard is connected to Peony, right? In other words, if we capture him, we risk a brighter connection to the peony. Rhino and Oleg, captured in addition to Bell, are those whose doctrinal claims have been clear from day to day and who can tell who sees them as innovators. Due to the circumstances in which those two have been captured and Normard missed, it is considered a trap set by conservatives aimed at the Red Rose and the Innovators"

After hearing Juke's words to the end, Alford nodded loudly as well.

"I agree. The guy who brought me the news, he's a conservative at home, but he's sick and tired of" pride "and" blood muscles "that don't add up to money or belly. I just don't dare put that on the table, and he's secretly exploring the movements of the Knights' conservatives. - I doubt a conservative selfie, too, in that I got the best in his ear."

"Shayla's abduction also implicates conservatives?

"I would. Normally, when you get reports of a side room kidnapping, you call the military first and ask for a search party, right? The outrage is also a good place to step into 'Red Rose Binding' based solely on the vague samurai's delusions before checking the safety of the kidnapped side chamber"

"... So you haven't done anything about Shayla's search, have you?

"The army hasn't moved either, and the Knights of the Royal Palace themselves, they say it's conservatives who are tenacious and moving in the first place. Usually they're synonymous."

"Is it the conservatives who have captured the Red Rose?"

"It seems that among the Knights' conservatives, they can only move as they are told from above, a group led by incompetence and famous idiots"

"I'm not in the mood to say... but that's the kind of idiot that used to be in a good position to lead a bunch of people, right?

"Even if you sit in the Knights and bribe them, you can be as small a captain as any idiot"

Alford's words are unforgiving. In other words, keeping in mind that there are a certain number of such 'dumbfounds' in this royal palace, Juke put his fingers together on his desk.

The kidnapped Shayla doesn't even know if it's cheap. 'Red Rose' Deanna relies on more than anyone else in the Back Palace, now.

"The Conservatives... I wonder what they're going to do by capturing the Red Rose"

"Me, too. That's where I care most."

"I made up a sin I didn't have, and I restrained myself. I won't do anything halfway. Royal palace banishment or a way to chase down the whole family..."

Alford's complexion turned blue in an instant. From the "record" I was researching earlier, Juke, who was making a certain inference, learns that it is not out of the ordinary with Alford's attitude.

"Alford, just one thing, let me know what you think"

"What?"

- Do you think the Crestors will move?

To Juke's words, Alford closed his eyes quietly.

I put my hand on my forehead and nodded.

A weak voice, leaking.

"... for sure, it'll work"

"Right..."

How far their 'anger' extends. Alford seems to have an imagination, but Juke is still unsure. If - even if they put down the hammer to the 'king', it's vain to say so yourself, but you think you deserve it.

(Still...)

By the time I undoubtedly believed in the 'King', Juke couldn't go back. If you're a foolish king, you don't need it, the thought is still tickled to Juke's chest.

Still, Juke is king now. There is a seal that only the king can push. Some decisions can only be made by the King.

In this hand, in the right of the 'king'. Believe me now, there must be something we can save and protect, and we have to move on.

(First, he wants it all destroyed - it would be arrogant to think)

What Deanna's been protecting. Shayla wants what she wants.

And I'm sure you were helping them, what all of us aspire to.

- Throwing it out is unforgivable.

Juke stood up, quietly.

"Alford. Contact Captain Gracie of the rear palace guard. Divided into two hands, one secretly, like searching for Shayla."

"Are you moving the rear palace Kingsguard?

"I'd like the King's Kingsguard to move a few, too. In case it comes to light that you moved a Kingsguard, a rear palace Kingsguard in a position to protect the side chamber, knowing and searching Shayla's abduction will not be the subject of accusation"

"But then the manpower..."

"Right. So I want the King's Kingsguard to take his normal working body and explore the royal palace, exploring the clues to Sheila's place from within. Find as many of those involved in this matter as possible, not just Sheila's place of abode, of course, scattered widely throughout the royal palace. - Can you do that?

Alford's face will belong to the captain who binds the Kings Kingsguard Knights. Not making a sound, but powerful, he knelt on the spot.

"We serve His Majesty, being swords and shields. Be sure to help Your Majesty."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but be careful. I'm... I'm not going to sit on the throne at the expense of anyone else."

That was an order, while turning away, not to die if you wanted to keep Juke in the king's arms. Alford is also a biological nobleman, not so dull that his sincerity cannot be grasped. Keep your head down silently and deeply.

"Accepted."

"As for my location, continue without further ado."

Without having to push it, I guess Alford knows. Nod quietly.

To him who stood up, Juke did not think, he was asking back to the vegetables.

"Alford. … will I still be able to make it"

Last, to the end. Trying to keep scratching my feet, I think. Otherwise, because I still believe in my stupid self and I don't have the face to match them to the ones you've been waiting for.

Although. Finally, I just learned to think for myself, to myself.

"I'm not sure."

"Juke......"

"I'm not sure this is right. At the end of the day, no matter how far I go, I'm only thinking about Shayla. Maybe I'm just trying to reason with that outside and convince myself"

If Shayla dies, the Conservative plot is complete. Having thought of it that way, I concluded that saving Shayla was the first priority and that that was the priority.

But is that really right? Even if I'm right, is this really the best way to move and explore the Gomiya Kingsguard and the King Kingsguard? - If I don't make it.

Anxiety is endless. Out of my mind, all the bad things, I imagine.

Drive away the ominous that creep up by shaking your neck desperately.

"Am I paving the right way?"

To Juke's inquiry, the trusting proximity just turned a blind eye.

"If someone tells you it's a mistake. Will you stop?"

"It's..."

Tell me, think.

In this situation, for example, if Deanna and I are advised to give priority. It would also be some kind of truth. In Shayla and Deanna, we're in a different position. - And what you carry, no.

Abandon Shayla and shelter Deanna from the Conservatives. - Protecting Deanna quenches the wrath of the Crestors.

Demons whispering that's the 'right answer' also do exist in the juke.

But it is. Deanna's sacrifice so far just changes shape and moves on to Shayla.

Think objectively. The person whose life is most at stake in this situation right now is undoubtedly Shayla.

If...

"Still - even if this is a mistake. I don't want to go back to a king who tramples and sacrifices and stands above his sacrifice because of his own ignorance."

Yes. This is Juke's untrue, genuine.

Hello, now. If the world needs a 'king'.

What Juke wants is...

"Stand on top of people, not a king who inflicts pain. Supports and protects life, life, and happiness under all people. What I want is... that's what I want, a king."

I can be such a king, I'm not sure. Whenever I think about my stupidity, I think it's a long way off.

But I want to be. People can't live without supporting each other. Juke realized that he was so supportive that he became involved with the side chambers of the rear palace.

He wants to be such a 'foundation' that he can support everyone.

I know I'm in Setouchi right now. I know it's not if you're dreaming, and still.

"I want to be the king I want to be. - I don't want to give up."

Slowly, take Juke's word for it. Alford opens his mouth.

"Juke, where is the path you are now leading. I'm sure no one who lives here knows what's really going on."

"Oh... yeah, right"

"But."

That's when Juke saw it. A strange smile on Alford's face.

- The brilliance of those who are prepared to believe in one.

"I am. I want to see the country you create as one people living in this country, as a minister to serve King Juke - as your friend..."

Look, I can't. Vision - distorted.

A gentle Alford voice can be heard in a juke that looks down unbearably.

"I'm gonna vacate this room for a while. Move the Kingsguard, build an attitude where information gathers quickly, then come back"

"Oh... I asked for it"

The door closes, there's a noise.

Juke returns to his desk, telling him it's out of season rain, a hot drop that conveys his cheeks.

- It's all over and then you act like your mind.