That night I was summoned to the king of Mactoria as Sophia's man.
Sophia's men, Marialette was dissatisfied with the part, but couldn't help but care less about it.
I can immediately recall what was called because my memory is clear.
"... I guess you mean the fog"
"Probably. There won't be much fog in this country,"
After rigging Sophia about what she will discuss in front of the door, she is cut off by the sound of her knock.
And after each revealed his or her own identity, he or she was allowed to enter.
There were several soldiers lined up beside each other in the room, looking like the King of Mactoria sitting on the throne behind them.
The deep greens painted on the walls and only one window make the atmosphere on the spot severely bitter.
It seems that Sophia also felt it, distracting her face for a moment, but fixing her expression in an instant so that she could not understand it, kneeling down and bowing her head.
I bowed my head on my knees so I could get on her like that, too.
"Bethenburg, Representative of the State of Isel, as well as assistants. It's all over the place."
"Oh. Take it easy."
"Ha."
Sophia looks up with the words.
I looked up to her like that, too, and all the king looked at me.
At that time, I was finally able to see the look of the king, who was dark and not too well seen.
Light brown skin, blue eyes and hair. And most importantly, he was stunned that he wasn't much different from me as an age.
But he doesn't want to go through with it, and he keeps talking.
"Now, as far as the content is concerned, can I say that you generally understand that?
"Yes, I know about the fog that suddenly appeared in the evening."
"That's right.... No, that's a little different. fit, but the argument is not there"
"After that thick fog, a majority of the people disappeared"
To his words, the occasion begins to wander.
But the king kept waiting for her answer, not to flatter it.
In the meantime, she opens her mouth carefully, as she chooses words.
"I'm sorry. To me, what are you talking about..."
"I'm not blaming you. I'm asking if this isn't the first time our country has"
"No, it has been documented that villages in Isel territory were previously struck by similar fog"
"What happened to that?
"… many people have disappeared and have yet to grasp the news after that"
... to boulders, I guess you can't say "the people of town have become demons" etc.
Besides, this country may not know anything about the Demons.
When that happens, it's only natural that we, who are familiar with the Demons, can turn our suspicious eyes.
To the boulder, maybe that's what Sophia wants to avoid too.
But the king, who would have felt he was choosing a word somewhere, opened his mouth to be amused when he let his mouth wander for a moment.
"... By the way, I heard Sir Bettenburg was out at that time in the report, but let me also ask you about that"
"It's..."
To the worst word I can think of, Sophia's face turns blue.
We were just here, and the fog broke out as soon as that freshman appeared, so if we were suspected, we would definitely be at a disadvantage.
But that's when the door opened and the voice of a woman who wasn't supposed to be invited sounded indoors.
"They talked in my inn and were attacked by a mysterious figure in a mask on their way home. Rather, they're the victims."
Turning around, there was Marialette with her arms together and a niggling grin on her mouth.
The soldiers who saw it pulled out their swords one after the other and praised her for her disrespect, but the king stopped it with only one hand up.
"... Mariarette? Long time no see."
"Oh, it's been a while. It's not like you don't know why I'm sheltering her, is it?
"If you're from another country, you can't talk. Let's not ask about this."
I looked at me like that and distorted my cool mouth and smiled when I was surprised at her unscrupulous attitude and couldn't say anything.
Ruthlessly angry attitude, but it is true that I was helped, so without saying anything back, I decided to wait for the King's word.
"Now, does it matter if Peswen and Isel take that Mariette's technical advisor is accompanied by Isel's people?
"My name is…?
"My country, Mactoria, also has an alliance with Isel. Well, if Peswen has an alliance with Isel, then Peswen should have a better alliance with Mactoria."
Sophia answered the question and Marialette said coolly.
"I don't mind. But Peswen still has a lot of anti-Isel roots, so it would be nice to have an alliance based on that."
"Fine. So, how long are there in the country who are not anti-Isel?
"Me and the king. Just those two."
Too many facts, she puts them in her mouth without evil.
Naturally, the soldiers around him began to bother, but he in turn, after laughing heavily at her words, breathed and let go of the words.
"... I see. You're still funny."
"Ultimate pleasure. So, what do we do? If you want to form an alliance, I'll make sure to tell the king."
"Oh. Let me organize it. You don't mind Isel, do you?
"Yeah, yeah. Instead, I'm in a position to ask."
When I saw the two of them exchanging words as if they were my best friends, I was just a little impressed with Sophia, who kept her eyes round but didn't get the words right.
And on the spot, only Marialette was left, and we were supposed to go back to our room.
We went back to the guest room, still shocked and just distracted.
And at the same time as closing the door, face to face with Sophia.
"... was Marie Peswen!?
"Is that it? Didn't I tell you?
"I didn't say it! When I say Peswen, it's a country I've always been hostile to Isel!?
"Yeah, I know that"
... or was previously heard from the Peswen (Rik).
For me like that, that wasn't the surprising part.
"... Mariarette was acquainted with King Mactoria."
"... you're an amazing person"
She says that in her dreams, but I wasn't in a position to say anything about people because I was, too.
Sophia seemed tired more and more, and when she took off her coat at the top, she kept her body on the couch, laying down and closing her eyes.
I sat in a nearby chair to imitate her, too, with a cheek wand on my back.
... Tired.
But Sophia must be more tired making the statement.
Boulder, I've just been named heir in a suicide note by Bethenburg.
I'm sure this event could not have been overcome by me or Zahr.
I sighed and looked up, and there was Meir, who had previously met me in Sofia's room, looking down at me.
... Then she realizes that her busty breasts are near her face because I'm in the shape of looking up, and she lowers her face aggressively, but there's no way she cares about it.
"Good day, Lazareth"
"... Meir. Don't show up suddenly."
"Fair enough."
She laughs in a good mood and offers me tea.
I took a bite of it while she sat in the chair across the street.
"Bettenburg... No, Master Sophia, isn't it amazing?
"Yeah. Really amazing. If I were you, I wouldn't be able to say anything."
"Indeed."
... Sure?
Something catches on to her words, but it's not like I can't afford to blame her one way or another.
"Now, even though he's practically the king of Isel, he's desperately pursuing diplomacy without wielding that authority.... I really think it's amazing."
"... yeah"
"... my predecessor Bettenburg used to have something similar."
When I put my face up to that word, I smile at it and then pour tea into the teacup on my side.
And when I took a sip, I started talking in a tone I miss.
"... My predecessor Bettenburg is a Peswen. But that land has changed a country that has dominion every time of war, and now the Isels and the Peswens. And all I lived in was that mixed race."
"... right"
"But one day Master Bettenburg once fled with the people to Isel's home country. And so he asked the king."
"'I want you to defeat Peswen. For that, I promise to do it all for my intelligence, my property, my Isel'."
With nostalgic eyes, she adds one extra squared sugar and stirs.
But that makes him a traitor, as Rick said.
"Why isn't that Peswen?
"Peswen is an extremely cold land, as you know. Some of the people didn't have many older children."
"... I see"
"He also knows how cold it is because of the Peswen. That's why he abandoned his hometown and took refuge in Isel."
……
"The victory or loss of that war is, as you know, Isel's overthrow. After that, Isel and Peswen decided, at the mercy of their predecessors King Isel, to enter into an inviolability treaty in Isel's favor."
"... but that's not the end of the story."
She drank out the tea she had been drinking for a while and opened her mouth with serious eyes, unusual as she had hit earlier.
"An exasperated predecessor about the Bettenburg asylum...... is it? King Peswen executed Bethenburg's wife and child, who had returned home just then."
"... Huh?
"And he… what Master Bettenburg learned about it was the year after the event"
"To protect his people, his homeland and his family. I lost them both."
When she says that out loud, she pours my tea substitute, just to finish the conversation.
... Sure, he sold Peswen, depending on what he saw.
But can you curse him as a traitor?
"I apologize for letting you go along with the long story"
When I nodded at her words, I decided to start thinking about Rick's words again.