The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

The "House of Lords Inquisition" within the Imperial Castle of Quimbrand, as its name implies, was the place to interrogate and punish nobles suspected of crimes.

It's a stone building with a season in it. The gray walls on the top, with few windows, offer intimidation, but a brilliant magic lamp light pours down once you step into the building, and a fuzzy carpet is laid to allow your shoes to sink in.

Only nobles visit this place, and only nobles come to hear the Inquisition, which means that an institution called the Aristocratic Inquisition (...) is for nobility. Therefore, luxury is allowed.

"Count Ron, you're in big trouble..."

"Uhm. Sure, Count Zepetta had some sweet spots on his side."

Emerging aristocrats came together to the Inquisition. Count Ron is a grey-haired man on the hanging, giving the impression that he's going to be hard to stick around somewhere.

They are aware that the emerging forces will be greatly shredded depending on the judgment handed down by this Inquisition. My expression was dark for that.

In the centre of the Inquisition there is a Inquisition where hearings take place. The hearing seats are on the ground floor, and it is on the basement floor that the suspected nobleman is heard, and you can view the situation from above.

As the Earls of Ron entered the audience, already in the back of their left hand, the conservative nobles were in formation.

"Ooh, there are people dressed like dirt who don't deserve to enter this Imperial Castle."

It was the demoted Right Minister (ex) who raised his voice. Though demoted, his influence is still alive, with more than twice as many aristocrats as the Counts of Ron.

"Even I would say aristocratic. If the Imperial Castle gatekeepers are skipping work, they may have accidentally entered the countryside."

"No, I didn't know the historic Quimbrand aristocrats had one like that."

"You're one of those people who can hang up for this hearing...?

"I see! Convinced"

The conservative nobles laugh more and more.

Often it was a losing scene, but there was nothing more I could do to the Counts of Ron than not know what would happen to Count Zepetta.

"Gu, is that okay? They're on the diagram. They inherited the governor just because he was born in a noble house."

"Keep it down. There's no point in rambling here."

Some emergent nobles called it no rage, but the flag color was too bad.

"-- excuse me, will you let me through here"

and there, a voice hung from behind.

"!? Ko, this is Corn Border Uncle..."

Count Ron gives it a whirl and lets the nobles lie down.

It was a man who came muscularly and crampedly dressed in aristocratic courtesy. The left cheek has a large, swollen wound.

He is a corn borderline uncle. He was the man who guarded the border with the Kingdom of Pawnsonia and was dealing with the Knights of Lawrence, known as the strongest of the kingdoms.

Having bedridden his wife like that, the right minister sat back in his chair when he turned that way with a seemingly difficult face.

"... why is Borderline Uncle here"

"... do you mean His Excellency the Right Minister"

"... and you two will ask me"

The nobles whisper to each other, but without anything like that, Uncle Cornberry moves on to the hearing.

Indeed, it is terribly strange that he should be here. His primary task is to protect the borders. They put his wife to bed because he was too focused on it -- and because of that, no one approached him and said, "Why did you come? I couldn't even ask."

The Corn Border Uncle

"--You put on a bad buddy."

As I slid past Count Ron's side, yes, I whispered. He was a hazy Earl of Ron, but Already Uncle Borderline had advanced to the hearing seat, somewhat lowering his hips to the chair in the middle.

(Bad fellow...?

Count Ron is no stranger to Uncle Cornberry.

Originally, Count Ron, who was bright in sorcery, was looking for a place to try a new type of wound medicine he had developed. The candidate that emerged there was the Corn Border Uncle, who was in repeated skirmishes with the Kingdom of Pawnsonia.

In this world where healing with healing magic is common, wound medication was used in places where healing magic is not available. So at first I was skeptical of Corn Border Uncle as well.

But when I used it, I found that minor injuries that did not require healing magic healed quickly and were suitable for use in an army of constant wounds and wounds. Bourbon Corn delivered a letter of thanks to Count Ron, who also received opinions from Count Ron on the future operation of wound medicines, albeit clerically.

The two letters went on several times, and then I lost touch when Count Ron's magic wound pills made were commercialized, but they still had a lot of respect for each other and for each other.

It was over 20 years ago.

(Now Uncle Kohn said, "Advice"...?

The research skinned Count Ron was not as interested in the political struggle waged within the Imperial Castle as other emerging aristocrats.

It's just that among the emerging people, they were often blamed for being the top noblemen.

Emerging aristocrats have not long joined this faction, although they have only seen their faces. You're saying that there's -- there's a "bad guy" in there?

"We will hold a hearing of the House of Lords. All rise."

On the highest table of the Inquisition was Ji-Sakakakimiya, the prime minister of this country.

Not only the secretary and attendant, but all the nobles in the hearing stand up,

"Salute our imperial flag."

Everyone put their right fists on their chests. It's an abbreviated salute.

Beyond the Chancellor was the flag of the Empire, inspired by swords and phoenix.

The emperor sits in the chair that was originally placed before him, but he hasn't come today.

(Will Your Majesty not be healed yet...)

Count Ron stares at the empty seat to cloud his expression. I guess there's something I think not only of the conservatives but also of the emerging nobles, there was a glimpse of them looking stubborn.

(... hmm?

Among them, there were about three placid.

I was curious about them,

"All, seated"

Return to me in the voice of the Chancellor.

Now we need to focus on the interrogation.

"Today's interrogation will take place on the suspicion of Count Zepetta. Bring the Count here."

"Ha."

Within the Inquisition, few are armed. The sworded clerk disappeared into the sleeve aisle, eventually bringing in one, eagle-nosed man.

"Huh!?"

Unexpectedly, Count Ron was about to rise.

(Are you saying that's Count Zepetta...!?)

What I was wearing was a single gown, which was thinly dirty. Her hair is messy and her cheeks are peeling. I guess I haven't even taken a bath, sweeping around with my greasy forehead.

"Count Zepetta, thank you for joining the Inquisition this time"

"... oh, no, farce makes no sense..."

The Earl of Zepetta, seated in Iss, replied to the words of the Chancellor, in tongueless words. The saliva drips from its mouth.

Clearly it was an anomaly.

"... you don't seem to be feeling well"

"Prime Minister, let the hearing proceed quickly! If you care about the health of such a disgraceful man!?"

It was the right minister (ex) who raised his voice in the hearing room.

"Audience be quiet"

"There are also Viscounts here, scattered with the purity of their beloved daughters by their shameful men!

The right minister (ex) sits next to him, bashing his little fat aristocratic shoulder. The Viscount is holding his eyes in handkerchief. I guess I even imitate crying.

(A farce. This. Obviously, Uncle Zepetta is debilitated by medication or something!

Count Ron floated his hips without being or even being able to stay. The Earl of Zepetta assisted Count Ron in his research. He said, "I'm a merchant, so all behavior is a loss account. I laugh because it's commercially beneficial to assist," but financial assistance for research, and understanding, was more necessary to Count Ron than anything else.

When will I return it without giving back my thanks here?

"My Lord Chancellor! Isn't Count Zepetta's health anomaly obvious! How the hell are we dealing with the Count --"

"Be quiet!

The Inquisition calms back to the Chancellor's voice, including anger.

A painful silence ensued, but it was the Count Zeppetta himself who broke it.

"... let it go, farce. Just get started. No."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes, my lord..."

"Okay. Count Zepetta's defense attorney here."

"Advocate?

One day, Zepetta with a decent face, but his eyes were opened when he saw the person whose door on the first basement floor opened and came in.

"It's Nino-Zepetta. I am not a legitimate Earl's son, but I am certainly a child who draws the blood of the Earl here."

Wearing a stretch of clothing —— still two or three steps down compared to the clothes of the nobles here —— Nino knelt down next to Count Zeppetta to the flag.

"Come on, my concubine's here!

"Apparently, the fruit children have abandoned us."

"Shameless child also means shameless"

A laugh arose in the hearings of the conservatives, but when the prime minister made a mockery of them, he quieted down.

"Oh no, Nino... why are you here? Tralino and the others did."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have an extremely important business meeting."

"You, that."

Count Zeppetta stopped, about to say.

He noticed. There can be no coincidence that all the children, today, have an important business meeting. The children pushed Nino into this troublesome job.

"Huh... you're the only one left"

"... what is it? Father?"

"No, I don't mind."

Count Zepetta, who sat in the chair, seemed exhausted.

"Advocate, sit on that chair."

"Ha, my lord"

When Nino stood up, he said, "What is' Your Excellency '? You must be a civilian, is that it?" I heard a pussy. But Nino ignores it and sees the front prime minister.

"Then we shall begin the interrogation"

The Chancellor lifted a bunch of paper.