The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

I only guarded my own dinner, but Porch has even demanded food for the night meal.

Aren't you overfed lately?

And... why aren't you fat?

I'd love to do an autopsy.

Not long after my door closed, I came to Jun's room.

A little early, but there won't be anything wrong with that.

A few modest knocks.

But there's no response from the room. Weird, huh? There's a sign you're indoors... huh?

Now a normal knock.

Then a noise rang from inside the room and I heard Jun through the door.

'Shh, I'm sorry. Just give me a minute.'

It was a slightly different color voice, but I could hear him knocking something out in the room.

He looks a little rushed, and maybe he surprised me. Was it still too soon?

I waited in front of the door for about a minute or two and Jun slowly opened the door after coughing up one behind the door.

"... Huh!?

I pushed and killed a leaking voice, and I rounded my eyes.

Inside the mansion, it should be thick armor and light armor, Jun.

But now he showed up in front of me... wearing a light yellow, beautiful embroidered dress with shoulders and even chest.

"Shh, I'm sorry, Lord Paul. I wore something I wasn't used to, so it took me a while to wear it."

red cheeks and said Jun in a lit manner.

Probably the surprise of the day in a way. The waist was tight and I didn't notice any chest swelling from over the armor, but this is also feminine... I would be pissed off if they saw this scene on the porch.

Uh-huh, the brown skin suits the color of the dress very well.

"Well... I'm ashamed to see too much giro..."

"Ah. Shh, sorry."

Jun chuckled at me as I meditated on his eyes.

"Uhm. Then come here."

"And excuse me."

The room looked like mine or Bright Boy's, but it's somewhat gorgeous.

Overall, it is often yellow with the dress. It is represented in curtains, bed sheets, etc.

Hmm, do you like this color?

... Whoa, why don't you. You shouldn't look too giddy at a woman's room. I mean, they just pointed it out earlier.

When I was guided to the elongated round table, I thought I'd wait until Jun sat down.

"I don't mind. Have a seat."

That's what they told me, so I lowered my back to the opposing round chair.

Jun put two glasses on the table with what seemed to be a bottle of honey wine (mead).

Moment after moment, the tip of the bottle sounded shattering.

"Oops... hahaha... you've done it"

It's ruined.

I tried to open the bottle, but not much power...... destruction.

Luckily we just got the tip off, but that's an unlikely sight for a nobleman's room.

Boulder, level one hundred and ninety warriors. No, I guess I have her personality, too.

"Oh, no. Never mind."

"I'm sorry. Will Lord Paul be able to drink too?

"Yeah, a little bit."

Grab a glass and take Jun's leave.

Wasn't I supposed to be the man?

No, but it's Jun's favor. Thank you for your time.

Jun also pours the right amount of honey wine (mead) into his glass.

Placing a bottle with no tip, we rang a small toast that only sounded in the corner of the room.

After a few sips and waiting for a cut out of the story from Jun, I discovered something shocking on the edge of my eyes.

That would probably be storage space for dressing.

Its doors are closed, but dresses of various colors stick out of the gap called gaps...

Something's wrong with you, this guy.

"I'm sorry. When I put a man in the room, I told him to wear it... with my late mother's teachings. Was that weird?

"That's not true. I think it's very pretty."

".................. thank you"

Jun blushed again after sipping a sip of honey wine (mead).

Mmmm............... this is not going to work.

I don't think I should do this, Mr. Porch.

When Porch came to mind preaching and I felt an unpleasant sweat on my back, I decided to cut the story out of myself.

"So... here's the thing -"

Jun reacting with Bikun.

Apparently she was anticipating the timing. You look surprised.

"Mr. Alfred told me about conservatives and innovators. But I didn't hear anything more, so I'd like to hear it in conjunction with this one."

Then Jun exhaled his little breath trying to keep his body on the back of the chair.

"... you did. Lord Paul... I didn't want the mansion to hear this story. Alfred only knows a few things, and few know the details."

I see, that's why you invited me into this room.

Almost no one approaches a woman's room at night, albeit at work. If you're as human as Jun, if you're a little nervous, you'll know the suspicious as soon as you get close.

It is also a hard story that few people can be trusted even though it is their own home.

"The Adams and Fulbride families. Conservatives headed by two nobles. This conservative has great power in the Senate. Dear Holy Emperor Huddle (,,) is no longer young. Now we're arguing with the innovators over the departure of Huddle."

"Exit... is it that easy to do?

"It's no easy matter. The top of the country is amazing. But I can't even say that if the Senate is out of balance. Originally, the government of the country (i.e., each and every) is decided by Master Huddle and our Senate. But when it comes to this big decision, we need a third power."

The third...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Could it be the Empress?

To Jun, who nodded quietly, I could see that my understanding had gradually deepened in my head.

It feels like an invisible intention connected as a thread.

"Yes, an innovator is an empress. It was a distant past for Huddle and Empress Idia (,,,) to get along. You want to multiply the demon king's fetal period by the prince Zazz (,,,) on the throne of the Holy Emperor."

"But why? It may be rude to say this, but if the Holy Emperor is not young, then sooner or later his prince will have the right of inheritance?

Jun shakes his head quietly to the side.

"It's not that easy. The Holy Father has another son."

I see, that's another confusing situation.

"One prince was born between the late sideroom Lord Lune and the Holy Emperor. Dear Leon (,,,), Lord Paul, please don't let anyone outside know this name."

"... could that Leon mean..."

"It's Master Huddle's hider."

I see, that's another very confusing situation.

Perhaps this is the reality that neither becomes public nor even the people of this mansion know.

To hear the story, I guess I was just born.... Now I regret asking.

"Lady Huddle, who had noticed the Empress's ambitions since then, concealed Lady Lune, who had become her weight, and eventually Lady Leon was born. But Lady Lune, who was originally weak, said she died when she gave birth to Lady Leon. It was only a matter of time before things came to light and the Empress and the Senate knew about it. And that's when Huddle took first place as Leon."

That would make the Empress angry, too.

But it is hard to think that those who have been in the throne of the Holy Emperor for many years will make a mistake in making important choices.

Perhaps he didn't feel the future for the empress's character or for the prince named Zazz, who inherits his blood.

"The Empress immediately embraced the House of Lords and recommended the departure of the Holy Emperor to the House of Lords..."

Is that why this is happening now?

In summary, it is conservatives who want Leon, the concealer, to become the New Holy Emperor instantly. I mean, the Holy Emperor.

It is the innovators who want the Empress's son, Prince Zazz, to be the new emperor immediately. I mean the Empress.

Get ready for the Demon King crusade before you do that, at all...

"Doesn't that mean we don't have time anymore?

Then Jun shook his head small.

"The power inside the Senate is antagonistic now. It prevents me from raising it with Parliament as an agenda. Sometimes it's just a matter of time, but if this antagonism doesn't break, it'll still hold for a while."

"So was this about Mr. Bright..."

Jun nodded slightly as he saw a shade on his face.

"I thought I had some kind of aim and I did, but I didn't think I had that behind me"

"If Bright is taken hostage, I won't be able to push the opposite harder. I guess that's what you thought."

"... the kidnapper named Chichiata. What do you think?"

Jun thinks a little about putting a glass of honey wine (mead) on the table.

I don't have much information.

"Water dragon to the demon of use, cobalt dragon. And the... probably a girl named Myan to her apprentice"

"Huh! Myan?

Apparently, you had a name in Jun's head.

I don't know if it's the same person.

"Among the innovators is a small nobleman named the Douglas family. That only daughter's name must have been Myanmar. Didn't you use Kaiseldino, the daughter?

"Apparently it's a hit."

"... Again? We used to talk about hatching Caesardino eggs."

Demon Agreement with Monsters by imprint.

That's the only monster in Rank S.

"I heard you apprenticed to an armed magician called Living in the North... ok. Let's find out a little bit about it here."

"Please"

"And... I have one favor to ask -"

Because of the booze, Jun blushed slightly, but it was easy for me to imagine what she would say after this.

That day, I was allowed to sit in the dining room and I ate with Jun, Bright Boy and Miss Ferris.

The Bright boy spoke with excitement of what had happened that day, Miss Ferris asked to eat, and Jun was smiling and listening to the story.

I asked him to prepare for tomorrow. How's Porch doing?

Aren't we only nourishing for tomorrow's preparations?

Am I sweet enough to get extra dessert after dinner and try to take it to my room while I think it must be?

"It's sweet -! My cheeks fall off -!

Apparently it's sweet.

I have to go to Kug's village tomorrow.

Miss Ferris' father, Porco Adams... well, what the hell is she like?