The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Marquis Clement von Rotner is a gentle man with a noble and straightforward face.

During the millennium, the hair that was golden has now changed only the color to white to enrich the head, and the wrinkled face is always smiled softly.

With his ability to understand the mind of man and his credentials as bishop, he looked like a person worthy of God's glory.

--At least on the surface.

(Oh dear, call again (...). You foolish prince!

Clement shouted so inside, but outside he walked into the room of the First Prince under the guise of perfect calm.

But I can't see the key Felix.

Instead, a maid with a relieved expression came towards us.

She lowered her head and explained the situation to Clement.

"I'm sorry, Marquis. His Royal Highness suddenly said he wanted to renovate the room after he called His Highness.... I stopped, but I was forced to change the placement of the paintings and jewelry. We are currently rearranging the wine shelves as they become dusty. I apologize for any sudden call or change of appearance."

"No, you're in trouble, too."

Clement speaks calmly to everyone.

It was not because he had a truthful and gentle personality, but because he did not let frustration and contempt flood his body outside.

This maid is the daughter of his distant relatives and has just been tailored with a prince.

In line with Felix's reign, the minister, chambermaid, and maid were gradually "replacing" what they breathed, but they were not accustomed to all the foolishness of the First Prince, and each time, they warmed up and annoyed Clement's hand.

(But, well, it's impossible to expect insects to act like humans. Rotner's head of household, if only he could "cook" well, including these things.)

The Marquises of Rotner have been parasitic to their noses since the time of their ancestors, sucking in plenty of sweet juice.

In the light of Clement's experience, the king, and his servants, were as good as foolish.

I don't need a puppet or a master to think.

--I was supposed to.

"Hey, Clemens! It was too late! What the hell were you doing when I wanted to talk to you! Thanks to this, I'm starting to change my room."

Clement had a slippery, childish voice of dissatisfaction, and Clement was about to float on the road.

Looking back, there was a young man standing in a dusty, beautiful costume.

He was the Felix von Rudendorf - the first prince of the land - when noble figures stood before him.

The blonde hair of the main queen, green eyes, and a smooth body.

And so far, I haven't seen your son there.

However, the attitude is not centered, and the expression is loose and doesn't make you feel intelligent.

Every time I spoke to him, it seemed as though dullness would follow us, and Clemens used to be slow.

I couldn't help but lament that I would call such a fool the Lord.

(Even if it is preparation for the instant ceremony. The big sunny stage you wanted.)

Clement lowers her head with a snort in her heart.

I knew that if I disagreed badly here, I would only make things worse.

Felix said in his previous "request", "I want to invite people from all over the country to have a grand ball." It's a very ridiculous story.

But even if it rots there, it's a "wish".

Clement, who was recognized as Felix's amulet, stood between the self-proclaiming prince of foolishness and the nobles who were stupid and unable to say anything, and fell into the desire to reach a level that was unrealistically feasible.

In other words, we decided to replace the term "people in the country" with "young and old men and women of all origins, regardless of their lowliness," and invite them to the inaugural ball after the depiction was "servants of the Miyakami."

At the same time, the three days between the day of the reign ceremony promised to open up to citizens only the outer walls of the imperial castle.

Now, the aristocrats who were bothered by security problems and budgets were finally relieved, and Felix seemed satisfied. When Clement made her report, she smiled, "I hope everyone will be happy."

(What, "I hope I'm happy"?)

Again, recalling the confusion surrounding this disturbance, Clement threw up bitterly.

All foolish monarchs are preferred, but all foolish and strong men are not good.

The king always looks at Rottner's face and says, "What do you think I should do? We have to slow down our judgement.

- Like my ancestors.

(King Werner was wonderful in that regard)

No will, weakness, no sense of responsibility, no ability to take responsibility.

Rotner just whispered to him and was able to get what he wanted without any staining of his hands.

Of course, he worked very hard to do so.

The most powerful source of his power was Walzer Prison.

By covering construction costs on behalf of neighboring countries and aggressively accepting "criminals" that were beyond the reach of small countries, he lent money to royalties and power institutions in other countries.

Even in Rouden, inconvenient people were relentlessly imprisoned under the guise of grievances, trying to seal their mouths.

The guards have a teacher with Clement's breath.

He looks like a pig, and he's retarded, but he hasn't complained that he's been in jail for over 15 years. He's a good token.

Or maybe you liked it because you threw in a beauty and reputation whore when you started.

Walzer Prison is the hell of the world.

The prison is filthy and full of resentment, and the cries of prisoners who have been brutally tortured resonate.

Clement was very satisfied with the acid-nose report that came up every month.

The inconvenient truth is disputed by the voice of despair beyond the cage, and never rises to the front stage.

However, when I thought about it, I even thought about the Second Prince Lucas, and he almost distorted his mouth.

Lucas von Rudendorf.

A freak colored man who took a sword path without showing interest in politics or power.

Previously, he had left "a foolish man who doesn't know the taste of domination," but the situation changed with his pardon on behalf of Felix.

Valzer Prison, a sanctuary of Clement and a source of power.

The truth - the inconvenient truth - may have touched him.

(For now, we should not mention the presence of unjust prisoners or the widespread ill-treatment in prison.....)

The idea that the guards didn't notice because they were doing well would be far too shallow.

Maybe it's because you're thinking about something that you're thinking about the next step.

The Second Prince seems to have some wisdom.

(Evidence of this is that we did not rely on our ministers to ask for forgiveness, but did so on our own. At least he seems more capable than the First Prince. Hmm... even if it's not even a prince, it's just in the way.)

It was Clement's way of removing unwanted tokens from the board using equally unwanted tokens.

Initially I wanted to tailor Felix as a puppet, but his dullness and lack of applause made Clement too frustrated.

In the days of my ancestors, I brainwashed the opponent every time I "counseled" - that's Clement's ability - but when I confronted Felix, I felt disgusted with his meaningless behavior first.

Have the First Prince and Second Prince play the killer and drag them both down.

It didn't take much time for Clement to begin to work on the script.

But...

(Obtaining the brooch of Countess Graz failed. It also failed to isolate the new chef. Thank you. It seems that we have been having a bad time recently.)

At first Clement was trying to spread the Second Prince's theory of assassination by acquiring Lucas and the courtesy maid's brooch and getting it to the scene where Felix was harmed.

But because the gardener boy stupidly sacrificed it and for some reason stubbornly kept silent about the circumstances, he had to abandon the inscription.

I didn't expect him to realize that he was about to join the prince's assassination, but he was trying to scare me strangely.

On the contrary, I thought that the first prince would kill the second prince, and I was about to do a poison killing under Felix's new chef, but if I isolated him as a preparation, the wind turned around and turned into a vibrant kitchen sometime.

Hard to attach to a cohesive organization.

Extremely, it's about Dennis the other day.

When the Baron's son went out of his way to reveal the First Prince's collection and imprinted the existence of horseshoes, the fool did not convince the surroundings that the curse was the First Prince's gift.

Information must be disseminated without going through Clement.

Clement was irritated.

(We need a stage. The "fact" that the two princes are killing each other ugly is a grand stage that everyone can see)

Yes, it is.

For example, a throng-over ceremony or a ball party.

What about the poisoning during the ball?

Looking at the painting of an antique hanging in the prince's room, Clement thought of it.

In the painting, the ancestors of the country swear allegiance with their own bloody wines.

This is called the "Cup of Covenants", a ritual that is still reproduced on the eve of the inauguration ceremony.

Suppose, for example, at a ball, the wine behaved by the first prince causes the second prince to fall.

Rumors of the spell will make the First Prince's intention to kill much more believable.

If you defile the sacred covenant rituals, this is a good idea, as public rebellion is inevitable.

However, since it is difficult to mix poison into wines that are opened instantly, it may actually be more realistic to "stick a poison needle" to the timing of drinking the wine.

Clement thought about it when she saw the prince's jewelry collection next to the painting - the ring with the needle of the former queen, famous as "Queen of Venom".

So I'm going to talk to you, Clement. On the day of the ball, you still need to have a proper glamour next to the main character, right? I want you to touch the nobleman's beauty so that he can basically be by my side. Otherwise, I'll grab Lucas' girls right away without a brother. "

"... how are you? Next to His Royal Highness the Second Prince, let's make sure the ladies are harder to reach."

While thinking, Felix brings in a daunting demand.

He doesn't seem to realize that Lucas is not taking away the woman, but that she just doesn't want to be near the fool and the First Prince of the reputation.

The content of the "consultation" seemed to be such a childish thing, but Clement changed her mind that it should also be used.

The role of putting poison needles in the hands of the Second Prince should be played by one of the inferior men.

The more beautiful women gather around Felix, the less impressive the prince is - that is, the more witnesses.

At that time, Felix was given wine, and once the Second Prince fell, it would be a good boost to the stage.

"And this is the ball I'm hosting. You want to make it a historic, high-quality thing. I'd like to invite the best musicians from Yaderoud, the capital of art, not the band I'm arranging right now. Look. There was a rumor... uh, Svaldo? There was a musician. Like him."

"... you mean Mr. Yoran Svaldo? But he..."

"You're a genius violinist loved by God, right? Perfect for decorating my ball."

A talented violinist who boasts super skill and rumours of being "lonely" is unlikely to want to continue carving waltzes individually as an accompaniment to dancing.

Balls and concerts are different.

Clement screamed all the way to her throat, but she also endured it.

I'll use this, too.

Let's give Svaldo a place to play.

The moment Clement signals him and Svaldo plays the landmark sound, he stabs the inferior man with a poison needle.

With Svaldo in between, Clement won't even have to look down on him, so he won't be suspicious anymore.

Competent human beings interweave even ridiculous demands to secure their own interests.

(Whatever you like, Prince Stupid. It's your last wish, let's make it come true)

Here in Rouden, royalty killing is lawful, even if it is a king.

If you kill the Second Prince, it may be possible to strip Felix of his throne, or even to imprison Valzer.

In that way, the next generation will still be under Clement.

The old marquis, who was busy with business, began to follow the prince gently on the surface, but in his stomach he was busy with all sorts of calculations.

"Ah, well, Prince Felix...."

After Clement left, Felix reached out again to the painting she had just rehung, and the maid shouted in fear.

"If you want to adjust the position, we will do it. Please, no more work like this..."

"I'm not adjusting. Throw it away."

"What about it?"

I said that I would throw away the painting of an antique that had been intentionally pulled out to a prominent position.

Felix replied with a light smile to the maid who raised her eyebrows without grasping her true intentions.

"I'm done with this guy."

"Ha...?

As always, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Around the bewildered maid, Felix turned his arms and resumed the reshaping.

Now it seems that they are going to collect something unnecessary in the middle of the room and throw it away thoroughly.

Among the useless items are paintings and rings with expensive jewelry.

"Um, Your Highness...! I wonder if it's around here anymore...!

Er... no.

Felix continued in the same prolonged tone as his maid.

"I am. I hate to clean it up, but when it comes to it, it's the kind of thing I want to get rid of thoroughly."

Green eyes with uncertain perspectives, as if they were looking far away.

However, if I glanced closely, there seemed to be a terrifying light floating there.