The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

The night after the King's Conference.

Not even in the beautiful starry sky, me, Cyrus and Keel were in the clerk's office, juggling liquor.

I'll be busy for a while from tomorrow, so I guess I can take my wings off tonight or so.

"Bullshit! Ed Nobu, that's awesome! And then Keel's ahoy!

"Hey, Cyrus. If this room isn't completely soundproof, you're going to jail for disrespect."

"Mi-no, I don't care about me... Nobody knows how I feel...... what would you do if my stomach exploded!

"... you haven't heard, this drunk"

I pour my leftover wine into the glass, looking at Cyrus, who turned into a drunk. The aromatic aroma leaves the nose, and the good acidity and tannins swallow the throat with the alcohol.

"... that's good"

It could be the last wine to drink.

I slowly enjoyed the taste of wine.

"Goddamn! That's good. Keep opening it!

Keel had no emotions and poured extra wine into the jock he had loaned from the Kingsguard Division in an unproductive manner.

And he drinks up with a gook and a throat.

"... you really know what liquor tastes like?

"We're all good with booze! But it's troublesome that you can't get drunk unless you drink a lot!

"... that sucks with a big drink of stupid tongues. Well, it's better than a drunken mess."

When I squealed like that, Cyrus, who turned into a messed up face with tears and snot, grabbed my collar and shook it up thoughtfully.

"Is alcohol disturbance about me?!? Whatever you think, hiccup... get drunk. Ooh."

"Don't skip the juice, it's dirty. This is why I don't like unconscious alcohol."

"Really, Cyrus is weak on booze."

"Keep your mouth shut, Keel!

"Hiya!

"Knock."

I laughed unexpectedly at an exchange that hasn't changed for a long time with the two of us.

Then Cyrus looks up at me with his bright red swollen eyes as he slams against his desk.

"... you promised, didn't you? Us, trying to make the Kingdom of Rolands the best country in the world... and yet..."

"I haven't broken my promise. What I have to accomplish in the Diaghilev Empire is what it takes to be the best country in the world."

"I'm going to the Diagilev Empire about Ed, too, and it's what it takes to be the best knight in the world!

Once upon a time, when I began to become aware of my place.

We promised to be the best kings, prime ministers and knights in the world and to make the Kingdom of Roland the richest country in the world beautiful and peaceful. It's a magnificent and... absurd dream characteristic of a boy of those years.

But thanks to that dream, I was able to assert my resolve to be king even in contention with my brother, and to accept all my inability and responsibility as royalty and affirm myself as part of it.

I'm the one they say is a belly black, a livestock, but it's because of this that I couldn't bend over in a true way.

"It's me. Yeah, the best in the world. Oh, I'm going to be a prime minister.

"I cried! Ed cried Cyrus!

"Shut up, Keel"

Leaving Keel laughing with Kerakera, I poured wine into my glass.

And as I indulge in the taste of wine again, I notice that the groaning like an alcoholic Cyrus idiot has stopped.

"Sooo, sooo"

"... a scattered quote, are you asleep"

"It's the usual, isn't it?

I blanket Cyrus' shoulder appropriately.

Then Keel nodded as impressed.

"Yeah, yeah. There's something sweet about Ed."

"Unplug it. If I had a sister, I'd push it as usual."

"Hi. Don't go home, either. It's early tomorrow."

"Oh."

Keel grabbed a few bottles of wine in his nostalgia and went straight back to the Kingsguard dorm.

Cyrus is groaning with a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows without any sign of waking up.

"I trust you.... my Prime Minister"

When I took the materials from the Diagilev Empire out of my desk drawer, I started cleaning up the rest of my work.

When I'm gone, the best prime minister in the world won't have a hard time...