... what do you mean...?
The man thinks as he bites his teeth over and over again.
Although he was shaken by a superior carriage, his mood was far from calm. I don't feel at all alive, even though I use my own carriage to drive towards the place I ordered.
You can't afford to keep your body on your back, just roll your back forward and repeat opening with your eyes closed. I understood from many years of experience that life that had been going so well until just a month ago was just about to collapse.
The beginning was a notice that arrived last night.
When I opened the seal with the inscription of the royal family, it was the direct order of the king to visit the castle at the specified time tomorrow.
I remember how much he found out, and if it were normal, it would bother his mind, but for him, none of it was "nothing serious" except guilt. If you think of it as something to be summoned directly to the king's concubine, it will be narrowed down. Furthermore, I thought that it was most likely to recall the memory of my hair when I was invited to the First Prince's birthday festival.
Milord, we've arrived.
After slowly stopping the carriage, the door is opened by the owner.
The pale-looking man stood up as if he had suffered from a car sickness. Disembark the carriage with a dedicated squire and lift your neck to slowly descend. Even if I raised it to the front, it was still not enough, and if I raised it up to the sky this time, I could finally close my sight to the top of the building.
Even the building in front of you is too large, but this is only a "part" of the castle from a wide perspective.
Even with a light swim, they were lined up like dolls in front of a luxurious gate with guards everywhere. All of the guards in line show the main road to the royal palace, considered the most sacred in the country.
One of the guards waiting for him stood in front of him and regularly moved his legs to guide him.
It feels like a sinner being taken away, and the man behind the guard continues.
I could hardly resist the desire to ask the guards what kind of business they were doing. A knight wouldn't know that by asking a guardsman. They are only security guards. I know that I have guards in my mansion and in my territory as well.
He kept his calm and majesty as usual, but the blood color, which was by no means good, honestly described his mood.
Continuing through the corridors and hallways, he finally stops at a point where he was allowed to walk in the building, where he had been allowed to do business and perform ceremonies. As the guards approached, I sincerely hoped that they would not stop there, but in vain.
The guard turned to the man with his legs together and slammed the door vigorously. When the man arrived in a resounding voice, without waiting for a reply through the door, the guard said to the man, "Your Highness is waiting for you in the back."
With his strength in his mouth, which was about to open suddenly, the man also turned his body back from the front.
Finally, another guard on the left and right opened the door in silence.
“Welcome, we've been waiting for you.”
With that soft voice, the man's pulse grew disgustingly fast.
Light blue eyes and hair. Long hair tied at the shoulder position and a gentle smile that only looks warm. The first voice to greet a man was that of the Prime Minister of this country.
Looking from the door, the man sitting next to the King's counterpart sitting in front of him ran coldly around his spine as if he had been stung by a snake.
It was only after many face-to-face encounters that the Prime Minister, who was always elegant in his words and smiles, narrowed his eyes so long that he could see from a distance. When he was allowed to enter the castle for the first time, he was already a good man in the position of prime minister, but he had never seen him break that calm.
Even the royal companion, who hung deepest, always had an intimidating look and presence that stopped the opponent with just his eyes, but sometimes the man felt the coldness towards the prime minister.
I think that this man who made the position of prime minister my own by being young, and still cared about by the monarch and the queen, has never tasted anything called "failure".
For a man who was born with a high bloodline, a position, and a future all promised, it seemed even creepy that he got it with his own strength. It was only imaginable that the Chancellor's family would be so blessed with the opportunity to gain power that it would be a hidden family.
"I apologize for calling you so suddenly. Please, stand in the middle."
It was precisely in the middle of the room that he was promoted to the Chancellor with a gentle smile.
It was a man who had visited the royal palace many times, but he had only entered the room several times. And it was the first time in my life that I was placed in the middle. Once he snorted his throat dry as if grilled by the sun in the middle of the summer, as he stepped forward, many eyes were turned towards him. The king and the prime minister are not the only people in the room.
I'll be waiting for the upper level as well.
Upper level.
When the words were spoken from the Prime Minister's mouth, his fingertips became cold, even though he should have known.
King's Landing, the heart of the Kingdom of Freesia. He who was permitted to work in the most honorable castle. Allowing only the best talent in the country, they are all those who are positioned in the country far superior to men.
Those who combine excellent special abilities with the ability to move the country.
Some of them were awarded the title by being elected as the upper echelon, and some of them were raised as they were from the nobility, a noble family by birth. Some dare to refuse the title of nobleman and continue to stand on the side of the common people.
There is only one thing they have in common, even the Duke as a superior. He's just a Special Ability with a good brain and background.
Some of the chosen aristocrats can be in the upper echelons. No matter how noble the blood, no matter how intelligent it is, it is not the only choice.
Excellent Special Ability. It is a narrow gate where, after acquiring the talent given by the heavens, moreover, people of high personal ability and family character are carefully selected.
Permitted to move closest to the heart of the country, they are the uppermost limbs. Frequent visitors to the Royal Palace, but few opportunities for everyone to be gathered in one place. A place to celebrate a ceremony or other country, or
Only at the time of the "Congress".
"... what can I do for you this time?"
Batan quietly shut the door, and the man with a fixed mouth with a greeting asked himself in a quiet tone.
I didn't do anything that I felt guilty about. Tell yourself that it is a mistake or a mistake to be here.
Everyone is present in this room, which is only allowed to be used for special congresses, such as the Council on Legislation. At that point, it's only natural that we have evidence that we can't turn back. Even though it is, the man unconsciously stops the inconvenient thoughts for now.
After the upper level was collected, it was the King's side that waited. Moreover, he is not the only royalty here.
Yes, and speaking in a calm tone, Chancellor Gilbert proceeds with a thin smile. Granted the highest position in the upper echelons as prime minister, he moved his mouth gently as the king's right arm.
“As you know, we have just created an important institution in the Kingdom of Freesia. Educational institutions: Schools...... Pradestone has a high level of interest from neighboring countries, starting with Japan. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is the most sought-after area of Japan today, which is also an important foundation of the Alliance's joint policy. Of course, I think you're familiar with that as well."
The sense of being stroked by the edge of the throat in the mouth, which is spoken in an orderly fashion like the flow of water, attacks the man.
School... pradest... it was one of the closest and most unwilling words he had ever spoken.
"I know," I said with a dry throat, but I couldn't speak better than I thought. Speaking of the suppressed voice, it sounded good, but I simply couldn't hear any more. While stretching your posture firmly, your hands become sweaty, and you lay your hands in front of your chest to deceive naturally.
“Pradestone is unacceptable, and this is the most important time of the year.... but it's been coming into our ears lately with a few [problems]."
The soft voice was suddenly lowered.
The man breathes in the illusion of being wrapped around a snake's neck. She swallowed her spit and chewed her back teeth to calm her down, but her eyelids were opened to spasm.
Gilbert's words go on before I can turn my thoughts around about whether to listen back or shirably.
"First of all, it was found in our own investigation that several people in the university who were working behind the scenes were being integrated into the high school department. Now, most of them seem to have disappeared for some reason, but the back is also removed. All of them were targeting students from lower classes in the school for extortion.”
Lurking behind the scenes in a school that is an educational institution. It is a "school" that does not have a gate that closes if you are 18 years old or younger, regardless of origin, but if a crime is committed there, the story changes.
It does not seek academic knowledge or the original purpose, but it encroaches on the peace of the school if it causes harm to ordinary students.
Moreover, if it is a crime committed in a school that is a public institution, it is a felony.
As usual, if we talk from the mouth of Gilbert about the frequent occurrence of students fleeing from the school and not returning due to the extortion caused by the back office, the air in the quiet place will become heavy.
Originally, it was an institution for making people speak of a certain standard of living and academic ability in Japan, and it was painful that the residents of the lower class, who were most targeted, left the school. The school is an institution for them. It is not permissible for them to be invaded by people who work behind the scenes by leaning against it.
The man forgot how to breathe out as he listened to Jill Bale's words without breaking his thin smile. Desperately stopping her from getting distracted, she thought desperately just in her head.
It's... it's... it's...
To a man, it was completely unrecognizable.
However, the man thinks that Gilbert's words speak as if they were his own sins. I don't know, I don't recognize that kind of thing, I repeat it over and over in my head that I'm not involved with people who work behind the scenes. If you are given a place to speak, you will decide now to sue.
It is not enough for me to be subjected to my own sins. Construct your own argument in the corner of your head, keeping your ears tucked away from listening to Jilbert.
"Furthermore, it turned out that there was an abnormal [bias] in a certain grade of Pradest.... aren't you familiar with it?"
The beating was excessively disturbed and pulsating.
Suddenly, the thought that was coming out suddenly stops. No, but to that extent, the painful excuse to protect oneself is too much.
Lord Anchorson?
Anchorson.
And the man that was born in the house which was given the status of marquis from generation to generation remembered it.