The World of Masks

Square, square.

A pen full of ink leaves its mark on the golden parchment. The signature of the fluent handwriting reveals its presence on one side of the parchment. A blunt hand with pleated lines grabbed the side desk to grab the next parchment.

Ugh.

The visit opens and you hear someone coming in. The old man was wrestling with a bunch of paperwork at his desk, raising his head.

"You still haven't slept."

She was a young girl. She looked like a precious house son, dressed in formal clothes made of quality clothing and standing tall. I thought that a firm body that looked like it was meaningful on the face of my clothes would easily impress others.

At the sound of the young man's worry, the old man leaned back against the backrest. I pressed down on the tired eye area. In the beginning, the age of the old man was not so low that he could easily handle this burden.

"Well, I'll sleep soon. We're almost there. You sleep with everything you do."

How much longer? The young man looked at the pile of documents that the old man had stacked on his desk. The thickness was not small. It was never an amount that could be expressed as' shortly. 'I quit after trying to add a single sound. The old man was not easily stubborn. There, the current state of the kingdom was not good. The old man, Duke Clebritz, would be in a hurry if he had been a little lazy. Now that the young king's power is gone, even the duc's hands will be roasted by the nobles in order to deprive the young king of a penny more. Eventually, I couldn't encourage him to rest any longer, but I had to quietly put down a few parchments, the purpose of which came here quietly, in front of my desk. The Duke's eyebrows twitched in addition to the task.

"What is this?"

"This is the latest walk by Grand Duke Greens."

While talking to the young man, the duc stopped moving his hands. I put the pen down quietly and picked up the documents that the young man brought.

Parlack. Parlack.

Even though it was only a few pages, the duc looked through the paperwork like he was being eaten. After a short while, the duc lowers the paperwork with a deep sigh.

"· · · · · · · · · · · We're finally going to war."

The duc presses his temples as if he were in trouble. The young man looked at his grandfather, Duke, as if he had aged quickly.

"Isn't that what you expected?"

"It's not like I expected it to be."

The duc said in a heavy tone. Then, as if thinking about it, he tapped the desk with his index finger for a moment. The young man was silent as if he didn't want to disturb the Duke's reflection. Only the glow of the beads of light shining brightly from the ceiling of the room, pushing the darkness that was about to enter out of the window where darkness and static sat deep, quietly looked down at the two of them.

A moment later, the duc raises his head.

"Yes, preparing for war so openly means you don't have much to hide. Are you sure you want to win? What a great air.What a brave human being."

"How about complimenting the enemy, Grandpa?"

The young man smiled bitterly.

"That, too. Well, we're preparing for war like this. We should prepare ourselves. But..."

The duc picked up the lowest of the paperwork. I made an impression by reading the engraved letters carefully.

"You have a plan to assassinate an electric charge."

The young man bows his head as if it were his fault. Obviously, it was a plan that could be expected in a situation ahead of the civil war, but once it was confirmed like this, it was impossible for blood pressure to rise.

"Information sent from the Ganja plant in the Air Force?"

"Yes, it's reliable enough."

I felt bad about the documents. Deeply engraved in the forehead, the flow of time created a deeper bend.

"To entrust your assassination to an unknown traveler. The means and means no longer to be obstructed. But he's my nephew."

"You seem more of an opponent than a niece. The ambition is overwhelming and the pride of the royal family overflows. To the prince, you have given up the throne because you are still your brother, but you will never admit that the Grand Duke has no reason to be incapable."

"Hmm, you think you can assassinate."

The young man thought for a moment.

"Well, that shouldn't be too hard. because the walls of a palace like the Iron Fist have gone even higher because of the Grand Duke. But we can't even rule it out as completely impossible. with the new weapons from the report."

At the young man's words, the duc looked back at the documents. It also contained information about the Grand Duke's new weapon. A weapon called a weapon made by travelers.

"Sniping in the street without magical ability. The escorts can take them out with an arrow, but I don't know about this."

"We also need to think about gunpowder, which is the source of weapons' abilities. Reports show that the Grand Duke is crazy and willing to blow up the entire castle."

"That's how much you hate him."

"Personally, I think he's lost his mind."

The duc laughed at the young man's bitterness.

"When was he ever sane? From our point of view, he's already crazy. A monster possessed by the power of power."

The duc, who rigorously evaluated the Grand Duke, polished his chin and organized his thoughts.

"First we must prepare for the assassin. If you had that weapon, what would you do?"

"If it were me, I'd give up neatly and roll around in my own world, but, well, I can't imagine. Queekly enough, as the report says, to attempt a sniper attack or to blow up Uranus. Well, since the Grand Duke has confirmed that he can blow up the entire castle, he's not sure he'll stop at any means and means. Again, the safest way is to hide the charge inside the palace, which is completely exposed to the outside."

"Well, I'm sure it's frustrating, but I can't help it for a while."

In some way, I still felt that I had to calm the young charge and shut down what was going to be outside for a while.

The Duke rises up. As I'm looking at 60, I'm not in my old condition. Through the screaming joint, the duc walks out to the side of the desk.

"I'll take good care of him first. You need to establish a perimeter and keep a close eye on the area where you can take fire. Keep an eye out for palace-high buildings, especially the Grand Duke's manor, and search thoroughly for those entering and entering the palace in case another group intermingles. Threats to assassination are not uncomfortable enough."

"I understand."

"And let our nobles know the news and prepare for war. I need to remind that victorious snake bastard of the cruelty of reality."

The duc's cool gaze caused the young man to shrink a little. He was a peacock as old as the wrinkles on his body, but he couldn't ignore the old man in the back room. In his youth, he was a dominant figure who raised the country to its current level with the former king. It was hard to accept that he was still just a child.

"Okay, I'll get ready right away."

In the Duke's slow gaze, the young man responded nervously. You turn around, open the door, and step outside to execute the duc's command.

As the young man left, the duc took a step and walked to the window in the room. I looked outside with my backpack in my hand. The beads of light installed here and there in the palace garden are pushing the darkness out gradually. It was a luxury I could afford because it was the king's palace.

The duc recalled a little boy who was currently on the throne. He was his only grandson who wouldn't get hurt even if he put it in his eyes. I couldn't be so sad that my grandfather, who loved him so much, lost all his followers in one fell swoop and put on a heavy crown that didn't fit his body. The duc sighs deeply. The thought of my grandfather worrying about my grandson came out in a deep sigh.

'Yes, we may not be able to avoid something like this without standing in the center of power.'

Power cannot be divided among the rich. It's the relationship between uncle and nephew.

'But resigning makes no sense.'

How can I convince you? What Duke Greens now seeks was the life of his only grandson.

"How dare you kill my nephew and take the throne?" It's never gonna work out the way you think. Whatever happens, you're dead to me, Greens. '

The duc's face, looking out the window, is as hard as a firm determination.