The Other Side of the Last Boss

Transfer a little away from the castle gate of the royal castle, me and Ben head walk towards the castle gate.

"This is Lord Ashtar. Welcome aboard."

When the gatekeeper finds me, he calls out to me from there.

The gatekeeper let me through.

If you go inside and go straight, it will be between your eyes.

There was a red carpet in the aisle.

We march on that carpet.

There were giant columns on the left and right, and the conditioning was in order.

"No, that's royal castle. Great to see again and again."

Ben raises an exclamation.

But I know.

He said that only a part of it was so luxurious.

This passage, which people often pass through, and during the sight, are quite decorated.

But areas where guests never come are qualitative.

I don't have enough money to luxury everything in the castle.

But you can't just qualify everything because you're a big country.

This happened as a result.

He's a brilliant guy.

As we followed the red carpet, we saw a splendid big door.

There's also a gatekeeper, who gets a body check.

The door opens in no time, and we go inside.

Numerous people on the left and right.

Many people dress like noblemen in luxurious clothing.

It would be a waste of time if we were constantly looking at this number of people.

I guess there are a lot of them today.

There are not many that are coming in a wild horse mood.

Stop a few meters ahead of the throne and lower your head on one knee.

"Raise your toes."

I can speak louder than the person in front of me.

When I raised my head, I saw a man with a crown made of gold.

Behind it you can also see a huge drape with a family crest.

His face is handsome and not dignified enough.

Because of this, I have accumulated plenty of mustaches.

Richard Arthur Plantaginette.

He is the current king of the Kingdom of Britons.

The Founding King is Richard I and calls him Richard II.

"Thanks to the work of these people, our country was able to get rid of its predicament. Thank you."

Richard II speaks harshly.

"Whatever the reward will be. Do you have anything of hope?"

"Until we fulfilled our duty as ministers. It's useless."

Ben replies nervously, shaking his voice.

"Doing nothing involves selling tickets to the kingdom."

"Then I'll have one sentimental letter, please. My grandfather, Bill Springfield, received a letter of sentiment from Richard I and used it as a treasure."

"Come on."

Richard II nods and receives one piece of paper from the accompanying

And I handed it to Ben.

Ben's hand was trembling when he received it.

Relationship between a country in crisis because it has no money in the first place and a bank saved with gold.

It's strange to get hardware.

Then it involves honor. It is natural to reward something you can be proud of.

It is often the case that I don't have the money to hand out my letters of sensation.

The founding king, Richard I, struggled on that side too.

Ben was in tears.

He would be so happy to have gotten a letter of sensation just like his great grandfather.

Apparently we've had a meeting so far.

There is no curtain for me.

"Well, did you say Ashtar?"

"Sir."

She told me the story, so I replied.

"In town and in this castle, it seems to hold up on the subject of naughty talk. The identity is also unknown. That calls for rumors. Do it, you old hero."

That man was, in fact, a descendant of a hero of the past.

Folks love rumors like that.

Such rumors are easy to spread.

"I am not such a person. We appreciate the opportunity to attend Cantabridge School in this country as a rural person in a small Eastern country."

I smile bitterly and deny it.

I can't tell you who I am.

I have no right to say it.

"I'm going to do something to reward you, but I don't know what to do."

"No, as I said earlier. The most rewarding thing is that something like me can go to Canterbridge School. It's like that payback this time."

"Hmm. Abnegation."

Richard II starts thinking with his hands on his chin.

"Your Majesty. Isn't it good that he is resigning?"

The young man, who was in the front row on the right hand side, gave his opinion.

Considering the luxury of the clothes that are coming, being close to Richard II, I guess I'm in a pretty good position.

"It can also be troubling. When the emotions are also sporadic, they become less valuable. It's a reward enough to meet His Majesty."

Apparently, Theodoric, the eldest son of the Duke of Caldwell family.

"I wonder if I needed to call a raw man here who doesn't know what every horsebone is in the first place"

"This is the better place to make this mess go away."

Ben answered with dismay.

Theodoric comes forward and begins to strangle this one.

"First, isn't this disturbance the end of the bank?"

"What is it?

"We tightened out those who tried to put down their deposits so that they could not be pulled down. That brought us to the brink of a riot. This is bad banking."

Ben was told the opposite of what he thought, and his eyes were rounded.

But I reconsider and disagree.

"It's the government's job to keep the town safe. Besides, the cause of this in the first place is government credit insecurity."

"Of course that will be solved by the government. But if we solve the disturbance caused by the bank's failure ourselves, we treat it like a hero. It's a selfie."

Ben turned his face bright red and pressed silently.

The fool in this hand is useless just to deal with.

I hit Ben on the shoulder and urged him to stop.

But Ben waves away the hand.

"So what did you do?

"What is it?

"You are asking me what I have done with this case. That's ugly jealousy. You don't care that the same generation of Lord Ashtar is treated like a hero!

Apparently, it was shooting at Zhengkou, and Theodoric was furious.

"Don't slap me in the mouth with a great civilian flair!

Theodoric shook up his arm and punched Ben in the face.

Look at that. Exactly. Someone around you walks in between and stops.

"You've shown me something ugly."

Richard II uttered an apology.

I still bothered to look at it.

A young nobleman in tune with Theodoric began to make a fuss with excitement.

We bowed back in honor of Richard II to make no further noise.

"Oh, it looks like we need to talk about something. I don't want you to come to the other room later because it's not like that."

That's what they tell the soldier who was standing in front of the door when we got out of sight.

The matter is probably about the loan.

Certainly not what I would do on that occasion.

We were supposed to wait in the room we were given.