The mysterious bandit, brought to the king's capital by the hand of the mountain water, was removed to the old body of Disuia without any identification.
No one will know why your old body made fun of it with a face that is still dying. Truth is always in darkness.
"... bothered me"
"What are you talking about, old body? I just took a suspicious man into custody and took him to the king's capital."
Currently the Lord of Mountain Water and Disuia speaks in a small room accompanied only by Baas.
Apparently, neither spring nor temple dance has brought us here today.
I honestly don't know why I'm here, Baas, but I was generally aware of how to look at a weak old man.
Apparently, the old man in front of you is a great human of nobility. A relative of that great man was about to sneak into the mansion of the mountain water, so I just caught it and gave it to him.
Normally, I think I almost demand something as a weakness, but there seems to be some complicated situation.
I almost think it's a dirty back deal, but I had lost my mind like that to see the old man look.
Baas is not so shady as to bully an old body that is weakly cut in front of him.
(Why even me... and if you say disgusting, all you hear is bad rumors)
(Regardless of the bad rumors, the current master is a fine man. I think spreading the sight and hearing will create new discoveries and relaxation of mind)
When I did something, they liked it, so I was supposed to be there to talk to an old man who didn't even want to see me.
"Totally... even though many people have started working seriously... deputies say that everyone gets bored immediately and doesn't last long"
"From what I hear, do you think the Disuirs excel when it comes to art? I'm not even picturesque, but I think I have the guts."
"I'm not saying I have the guts to just do what I want."
Absolutely.
"... from time to time, I even want to throw everything out"
The old man began to speak of his own mood, exposing himself to the weakness that seemed to fall even now.
It was something that plucked the public image of a monster that bound evil places.
"I don't think we can give up real power anymore. I think it would be a good idea to leave only the name of Disuir and make the next generation as the sole masters of form. Or let him take his son-in-law and push everything against him."
It was the figure of one great man, with a solid sense of purpose as a nobleman.
"But I can't do that. Even if we Disuir make it good, it can be seen lightly from other houses. If there is no more blood and name, I will lose my authority. If you're a merchant, you don't want to."
A batrab where conservative thoughts stand first, but still a martial arts famous family just like Sopede.
No one complains anymore about the fact that my son-in-law will be the one who enters the festival to become my lord, who gave me an unparalleled martial medal as a samurai.
But Disya is different.
Speaking of what makes a difference, once compromised, it goes on forever.
All those who inherit the blood of Disuia will continue to press their son-in-law and daughter-in-law to account.
That meant that the political system of the Arcana kingdom would collapse.
"The kingdom of Arcana has stayed so long because the royal family and the four nobles have been competing and making compromises... well, it may not be persuasive to tell the Lord that the kingdom of Arcana has lived since before it was founded"
"No, that's not true"
"In the war with the dragon, Sopede saw the Lord's power sharpened greatly. Perhaps the next generation will be the same, and the strength has never been stronger. We need to slow down and get back to work."
The main house of Sopede was quite strong and squeezing the division, as it had allowed the Doowe rampant.
That is where mountain waters are well known.
"Bathrub doesn't. The present Lord has assumed all responsibility for this war. Therefore, there is no burden on Saiga, the next generation. I don't think he's going to make a big face, though."
The 'onset' of the war with the dragon is only the 'onset' of the war with Oseo.
Of course, in fact, the dragons have attacked us because the old world is doomed, but it is still a war with Oseo, so it is the beginning.
It should be noted that there were no undercover detectives from Oseo.
In addition, the sabotage that helped us carry out the Festival was also called the work of the surrounding countries.
Therefore, there is no responsibility for the offering. In fact, Festival I just followed the orders of my superiors, so I have no responsibility whatsoever.
"Caputo originally had a small voice of our Lord. They have a firm attitude toward the invaders, but they are basically all moderate and can't blame their masters for this."
Almost everyone is a magician and proud to be one with healing moves.
So basically everyone hates every fight, and that's why they also carry extreme guys like Genzo.
That's the way it is, even if the territory suffers tremendous damage, if you think there's nothing wrong with the Lord, that's it.
I don't have the idea of going into the loss of our Lord.
"So, in the royal family... perhaps if it were cleared up, it would replace the king trying to do things in a completely different way than before. In fact, we all think the same thing."
The man, the elder among the powerful, remembers the kings to date.
Specifically, at the beginning of his tenure, he remembered each of his actions.
"The kings of the kingdom of Arcana will all be centralized. The owners of the four houses have gathered to stop it."
It means that each person protects his or her rights.
But that's not all, there's a good, reasonable reason.
"When too much power is concentrated on the king of a nation, the state will never last. Especially if it becomes as huge a nation as Arcana, it corrupts like the domino next door"
The old man knows many countries, many organizations.
And I know that corruption. I fear self-destruction through internal corruption, not extermination due to external worries.
"Sopeds that are competitive and intimidating to kings, batrabs with many old houses in protectionism, caputos that also impose charity on the poor in fraternity, and disuirs that only speak of profit in worship. The Arcana kingdom is purifying itself because there is a royal family to beat and stomp on."
To be honest, it was a story Baas didn't really understand.
It was a boring story of politicians, a story that just wasn't attracting interest because it was difficult.
"If even the side disappears in a situation where no one is up there, I won't let it purge itself. Everyone gets along..."
So far, so much so.
"Well... for the old-fashioned short non, it's for every other person..."
As anyone can see, Disuir's old body isn't that long.
Perhaps, no matter how hard you try, you'll have full tenure within a decade. Even next spring, I don't even know if I can welcome you.
That was all the old body and the old bone.
"Whatever it is, it is not good to say that the eyes of Non rot and perish while they are black. That's all, well, not in boulders."
And now Arcana is a strong and stable country.
Even if one disearch goes bankrupt, it won't perish that short.
If so, maybe it doesn't make sense for the old man to work hard.
"Throw it, but nobody's to blame. I've served my country a long time...... I'm honestly tired"
Still, it made me feel like I was going to lose.
"But whoever forgives me, I'm not ready to die."
Even if you are weak, thank you to the end.
The temper also passed on to Baas.
"As the notorious Lord of Disuia, Noun has already done dirty things. The only thing in Nong is the dirty property that you have done something dirty and put in. In that sense, like the others, maybe they couldn't leave something wonderful behind."
Politically, anyway, the Disuillahs produce a thousand years of honorable art.
Perhaps even if Arcana perishes, Disya's name will remain. Glorious, as a clan of artists.
"... that's why Non can't break here"
Or maybe art history denies the old man.
But still, the old man didn't lose.
"Non has lived as Non thinks. Whatever the reason, I have been hoarding wealth and trading. I have commanded you to be dirty, and have defiled the hands of others, not your own."
It was too ambitious and proud to say confession of sin.
"Now I'm not thinking about quiet hiding, I'm not looking for the rest of my life. The whole life of Noun must be human evil itself."
He was a man who could be mean to his life.
"If there's no sun here, I can't even see it. What do you think will be engraved on the tombstone of Non? A man who has monopolized power for years, built up wealth for years, and done all kinds of outrageous evil for it"
So far, I guess that's fine.
But I can't forgive you for coming from there.
"And in later life, my conscience blamed me, for conceding power to my son-in-law's adopted son, a wretched man"
In fact, even if not, those of later generations will judge so.
At least the masses should think so.
That was more unacceptable to the old man now.
"Dirty late fall, rather than the man who regained conscience at the end. If that's what you think it is, it's still better to think of him as a man who kept clinging to power even when he was slightly old and faded."
To the words, to the beliefs, to the ideas, Baas also subscribes.
Yes, it doesn't have to be a dream. You don't have to beat the mountain waters, or die carelessly in the middle of your mind.
But I didn't like giving up everything and living a mediocre life.
Ordinary happiness was a wish more than I decided to live my life as a man.
It was an unforgivable weakness.
"Just a little more, until your life runs out, you have to pierce yourself. Otherwise, Non's life will come to an irresistible conclusion. You have to be ugly until the end."
Pierce the head thoroughly.
I don't care if that wasn't beautiful, you have to live as you are until the end.
As a nobleman, as a man, the old bone had a pneumothorax, a core of iron through it.
All in all, so much so that Baas respects it.
"Ugh..."
The principals of Disya were close to monologues.
With his weak eyes, he did not wait to see about the mountain waters.
I guess I just wanted someone to hear the weak noise and the real thing.
So I wasn't even interested in what face the mountain water was listening to.
Baas was also concentrating on the old man and hadn't seen about the mountain waters.
"Ugh..."
"Sansui...... Your Highness?
"Ugh."
The mountain waters were quietly weeping.
I was overflowing with tears I couldn't see.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
An old man, not even a fifth of himself, was impressed by the living attitude that he would still lose.
I even felt sorry for my attitude, which was too splendid compared to my own.
A service to the nation and a will to one's life.
They were very eye-catching.
"Duh, what's wrong?!
"Oh, I... I'm ashamed of myself...!
I was conscious.
What is it that you have lived for five hundred years, trained for five hundred years, and gone out into the field to accomplish?
I've killed and killed and killed people.
He taught me how to kill people, taught me only how to kill people, and he was begging me only how to kill people.
By a pile of training, he mastered immortality and swordsmanship from the most powerful man in the world.
The result is a liberation in which the end of that life leaves even the adult of her daughter, who decides to raise her.
Such happiness, you don't have to be yourself.
Such irresponsibility was a manifestation of my immaturity.
I proved the strongest, but therefore I won by fighting the strongest swordsman, and therefore my weakness, because the strongest master is alive, but therefore I don't know where to go.
I was sad that I didn't even realize that, and I just had to thank the man who made me realize that.
"Old body... I was about to die clean, even though I've killed so many of them... I was about to die full. I was just trying to clean up late fall..."
As a Immortal, liberation is the right end. But as a swordsman, I suck.
I have a young body, a disciple who wants to teach, and a challenger aspires to be himself.
Nonetheless, I see myself too wrong, such as going back to nature beautifully, such as dying convincingly in front of me.
He must remain strong until he is slaughtered by the stronger, until he bleeds unnecessarily and defeats.
Otherwise, I pity it as something recognized as the strongest.
"Old body......!
"Ugh, um"
"I've decided to die a swordsman! We will continue to fight as hard as we can until we are slashed to death at some point! No matter how far ahead that time is, you will never lose!
"Oh well..."
As an unethical murderer, as one who unnecessarily extremes his sword, he chooses death not as a sword saint, but as the strongest.
The mountain waters had completely regained the energy to live.
At all times, the life of a hot man shakes even the soul of the same man walking a different path.
"... you're gonna make a new discovery."
It should be noted that Baas' words did not reach anyone's ears.