"Hmm, I sealed off the queen."
Clement threw ten clovers into the field and smiled.
Below the card he threw was the Queen's picture tag placed earlier by Hydemarie.
She also had a "revolution" this time, so her strength was reversed and the King fell to the Queen.
Hydemarie seemed so thoughtful in the Queen's tag that she tried to fight with it as a trump card.
Even though you are blessed with a strong tag, you can only make a "revolution" to make the Queen's tag work.
From Clement's point of view, it was a struggle that was painful to understand, but it seemed that it was this beautiful whore's pleasure to focus on winning rather than losing.
She's a strange woman.
When she glances at the prostitute she has sealed, she immediately realizes it and looks up.
Instead of displaying aversion or a challenging color to herself, who would look proud, she fluttered her mouth.
Oh, I'll do it, Clemens.
Hydemarie said in a tone that no longer even makes her feel comfortable.
"It's so nice of you to come and challenge me without hesitation, while you're already winding up your wealth."
Yes, at this point, Clement was already losing, and in addition to the precious metals he had brought with him, he was also winding up even the slightly permissible fine garments, the land titles that were sandwiched between the books.
Next, the limbs, the guts.
They won't even give up the threat of their hands.
Clement laughed quietly at the provocation.
"--I have nothing to lose anymore. Besides, if you're scared of playing cards like this, you won't be guilty of anything like being caught here right now."
In fact, Clement was surprisingly calm herself.
His title as prime minister fell to the ground.
A wife married by a political marriage should have offered a dissolution of marriage when an unforgettable "trial" was made, and there was no child, happy or unhappy.
Clement, who had set foot in the number of masterminds in the royal castle since his young days, did not know anything else about his life.
Where you've lost your limbs and guts, you're the only one in trouble.
He was just glad to get out of this prison.
Hydemarie glanced at Clement with interest and then tilted her neck slightly.
"Why did you dye your hands for the heinous crime of killing royalty and seizing royalty, even though you might be able to make such a sober decision? Why do you want so much power?
…………
There was a very slight silence in the reply that no normal person would have noticed.
"... hmm, I'm a whore. You, who play bills, say," Why do you want to win? Are you asking me? After joining the game, aim for the apex. That's all. "
Hmm.
Hydemarie smiled secretly as she pressed the hand made fan against her mouth.
"It's a twist. - I like it."
Distracted from the whore who spins such bullshit, Clement looks to the participant (player) next to her left - Holst.
But all he had to do was squeeze his shoulders like white.
"I'm sorry to be so proud of you, but I can't give you that card, Clemens."
"----what?
He told Clement to make a fool of himself.
"So tie it up. Just now, [laziness] was the king of hearts, and [lust] was the queen of hearts. So, the only cards that can be issued next are the housekeepers of Heart (Jack). Do you understand?"
"Hey, Holst. Marie just decided not to tie the numbers because you're just tied up and the game doesn't go any further."
"The numbers. The pattern (suit) is bound. So you can only put out cards of hearts."
Even if Rezel pointed it out with her eyebrows raised, Holst would just shrug his shoulders with a nasty face.
He looks like he's completely missing all the tags around him and says, "You don't have them, do you?" She told Clement that she had hurried him away and threw one away from her own tag.
Jack of hearts.
Holst had it.
"Hmm. If it were true, I'd keep them tied up."
"You really like to tie it up."
Next to Holst, Riesel told him that he was stunned while choosing a bill to put out.
"I hate sticky restraint men."
"Who's the man in custody?
When Horst answered back with a boring voice, Isaac, who had been keeping silence for a long time,
"In the past, Elma was under house arrest."
Throwing away the bill, he murmured.
Its low voice is a mixture of resentments and colors.
But Horst did not look bad, but raised one eyebrow.
"Ten years ago? That's what we need to do. Thanks to that, Elma woke up to the fun of indoor play and never wandered out or got lost again. In the first place, I started locking Elma in the room because of [bulimia] if I was correct."
Yes, Horst worried about Elma, who got lost after playing outside, and for a while he didn't step out of jail.
Nevertheless, during that time, Horst did everything in his power to deal with Elma, and Rezel, who later sympathized with her, "messed with" every memory for a few days, so Elma never felt dissatisfied with it.
"Say that, you're too protective. How do you acquire the skills to hunt dragons without getting lost or in distress?"
"No, I don't need that technology in the first place. If you spray poison gas in the habitat, it'll be one shot."
When Isaac moans, Holst is distracted.
They thought they were the only common sense people in this prison, and there was no way to save them.
"Let's put the dragon hunter down."
And now Gilbert was quietly listening to the conversation.
"Didn't you miss the annual Summer Games in the Kirsch Sea?
After Isaac, he gracefully threw the bill into the field and widened his shoulders.
The Kirsch Sea is a turbulence where monsters inhabit the prison and are said to be irritating.
Nevertheless, they were basically off track, and every summer, when it was hot, they went all the way to the Kirsch Sea to let young Elma play in the water.
In addition, there are many in-prison events such as birthday parties, excursions, picnics, and concerts.
"Surely that year, I was teaching Elma the art of spending time in the sea with [convulsion] and [laziness], with a reasonable amount of vigour. She herself said she looked forward to showing us the results."
"That's right. That year, just before the tournament, you could finally swim 200 nautical miles. Even though he often said he wanted to show off his powerful, swimming figure."
As Gilbert pointed out, Isaac nodded with accusation.
"Indeed, at that time, when I suggested the application of micro-expression and voice tone discrimination to other creatures, she began to 'talk' to beaks and fish while she was watching. Even I wanted to show you how young Elma could follow a flock of fish."
In addition, Morgan followed as he picked up the bill.
Even though it was ten years ago, they are too stupid and still seem to have roots in the Elma house arrest case.
The crowd was here, and Rezel stepped on it, fufufu, and gave Holst a glimpse.
"You'd better leave Elma alone."
"... you don't even know how to do it yourself, I often say."
Horst became the top of the Buddha, but Riesel pulled up the edge of his lips more and more pleasantly.
"Oh, I'm ready. At least I'm not thinking of forcing Elma home right now. Because I believe in her."
This is an unexpected remark from someone who was trying to sneak Elma home the other day.
Hydemarie and Gilbert smiled secretly and looked at each other, but Holst, who was unaware of the situation, had a nasty expression.
"Ah, yes, it's so frustrating. You think letting go is trust? No, protecting is trust, love. It turns out I'm the only one who can protect Elma."
Originally a mood store, he throws away cards and stands up to see how hungry he is.
Hydemarie called out to him as he left the room.
"Where are you going, Holst?
"It doesn't matter anywhere."
You're throwing yourself out like a rebellious young man and slipping through the door.
Later, only adults shrugged each other's shoulders.
- No, it's not.
There was only one person sitting on the sofa stunned.
It's Clement.
He glanced at the conversation that had begun earlier.
Hunting dragons? Spray a powerful poison gas that kills even the dragon?
Swimming the famous Kirsch Sea, the Strait of Fear, over 200 nautical miles, and then what did I say, conversation with some marine creature?
(What are you talking about earlier...)
I don't think it's a sane remark after all.
Whether it's a joke or a delusion, he usually decides right away - but then why doesn't anybody stick it in?
(After a miscellaneous progress, such as proceeding with the conversation without collecting the bokeh....!
With much agitation, your thoughts shift diagonally up.
What are you going to do about it?
No, but yes, stick it in.
Someone has to get into this really weird, unusual, joking conversation.
Because, yes, if you don't say "no," that means...
(Do you think all of these statements are true...?
For a moment, Clement felt an unknown chill, forcing her face to stretch.
I don't think so.
That can't be true.
Will there be such a derailment?
There was something that gently touched Clement, who was completely swallowed by the strange air of this prison.
It's your turn.
It's a high demerit.
She leaned her neck towards Clement with a gentle smile.
"While you were blurring from earlier, I circled around, but are you okay? I wonder if you can do something after me."
That's what she let out was a joker.
The most powerful card that can be anything.
There can't be any bills after this.
And Clement glanced at the Hydemarie, and she gracefully blew it off and washed it off once.
Next, line up the three queens.
"Yes, come up."
She was the first to win this time.
But not only that, Hydemarie gently asked Clement.
"Hey, Clemens. Your tag won't let you out after this, will it? However, from my reading, I think everyone else will be able to get up around here."
As he said, Liesel, Isaac, and Morgan came up with three bills one after the other.
And then there was Clement, who still had a lot of bills.
"Nh........."
"Oh, poor guy again, Clemens?
Beautiful prostitutes shrug their gorgeous shoulders in trouble.
She put her thin fingertips on her lips and showed her how to think.
"Hey, you can do things like amputating limbs, but it's troublesome without [greed]. In the first place, when she abstained, it was just a little pathetic to make sure you were a poor man."
Eventually Hydemarie let go of her fingers and let go of her face.
Let's make it land after all.
"... what?
They must have already taken the rights that were hidden between the books.
But Hydemarie smiled and stared at Clement's feet.
a foot with poor shoes that I never thought of as the former Marquis.
However, it was a "shoe-covered" foot.
"Hey, Clemens. Once upon a time, we prisoners were not allowed to wear shoes in prison."
Saying nostalgically, she glanced at the adjacent Gilbert.
"But I gave permission on behalf of the guards. Because you know what?
"No, stop, what..."
Clement screamed in a disturbing tone as the former brave man of a slender body robbed him of his shoes.
Give me back my shoes!
"Well, that way, most rookies start hiding something important on the soles of their shoes."
Hydemarie deepened her smile and received a small, folded piece of paper presented by Gilbert.
A document with a place name and a signature - a title certificate.
"Well, well. One of the countryside in the Tremmel region? Relaxing and natural, it's perfect for summer and hideaway. Were you going to spend a second life here after you retired or escaped?
"Give it back!"
Hydemarie did not listen to it and asked [laziness] to cut the bill.
Gracefully lean back on the sofa and fold your legs.
"Now, try harder next time, Clemens."
That's exactly what the Queen's transcript says.