I am taken by the previous king of Forse and led to the poking room.
And when I gave dozens of soldiers a standing by order, confirming that we had entered that room, I closed the door.
"... what imitation?"
"I want to ask you something. That's why I called you here. That's all."
"... where Sophia is, I'm not gonna throw up when I'm dead"
"No, it's about you."
That's how he lights a candle on a nearby desk.
Then, gradually, the whole room was lit up, and it was finally possible to grasp that there was one room.
They are surrounded by stone walls, but red carpets and long brown desks are colorfully aligned, and the moon illuminates them through one empty window.
He just shuts up and pours tea into a cup he took out of the cupboard, urging him with his eyes to sit at the desk in front of him.
"What are you going to do?
"I told you. I want to talk."
"... isn't it poisoned?
"You think I can't beat you if I don't use poison against you now?
That said, he stares at me.
At the same time, Ferres grabs the hem of my clothes with his left hand.
"... drink"
"Ah?"
"Drink," he says. Or are you an impudent person who doesn't even have a hand in the tea served?
... I can't read his intentions.
If you just want to talk, you don't know what it means to sift tea at us.
If you want to fight, just pull out your sword and cut it.
But he behaved only humanely.
Then I thought it was until I gave it back, too, and put it in my mouth like a sip.
"... Apple tee?
"That's right. Doesn't that suit your mouth?
"No, that's not true... that's not true, but, um, it doesn't fit your image"
"With me, I'd like some tea."
His eyes, speaking so, were certainly laughing.
I look at his face like that and play Apple Tea again.
Aromatic aroma, sour flavour. And the sweet and sour fragrance spreads in my mouth.
When I drank it up, I noticed Ferres wasn't wearing his mouth.
"What's wrong, Ferres?
"... I can't drink. bitter."
"Sugar? Wait."
Forse's predecessor king rose, took the vial out of the shelf, and put the dichotomous sugar into Ferres's.
And when she put her mouth on a snack, she quickly drank it out after her eyes were rounded.
……
That's when I realized I was uncomfortable.
Seeing Ferres like that, he creeps his mouth off, Forse, the previous king.
"... why are you laughing"
"If my behaving tea is popular, you'd be happy, wouldn't you?
"Is that all?
"Oh."
I tried to forgive him for a moment, but he and I were enemies.
Maybe I let her do something dangerous, such as drink up tea.
But even if it's a confessor in this tea, my body is free to move.
Even if it's poison, if you're going to kill him, it should be faster for him to get his hands on it directly.
More and more, I don't know why.
"Well, let me ask you a question"
"... oh"
"Your name is, indeed, Lazareth. That was Lasalles-Mercure, wasn't it?
"Yes."
… do you want to confirm your name now? And I tried to put my doubts to the mouth, but it was the former king of Forse who opened his mouth first.
"Why would the Mercures join Isel?
"... what? Is that because the Mercures were originally close to Peswen?
"No. I don't know why, but it seemed to me that the Mercures originally hated Isel as much as they did unusually. At least that's what I remember when I was king"
... What are you talking about?
The Mercures didn't like Isel? I don't know why.
Besides, if you don't like it, why was the Mercures in Isel territory?
"Besides, I have another question for you."
"What?"
"Why are you trying to protect the Isel people?
"... does that mean, as the Mercures?
"No, it's about you."
Why would I protect the Isel people?
That's settled.
"Sophia... No, Bettenburg is trying to protect me. That's good enough for a reason, isn't it?
"Bettenburg? Did Bettenburg have any other daughters?
"No, she's an adopted child.... What's wrong with Bettenburg?
"No, I heard a name I miss. Well, his blood muscles weren't constant..."
He breathes emotionally.
... right. He is the law of the wise, but the law of the wise is already very different from what it was four years ago.
So you didn't even know about why Bettenburg was killed?
"What's your nostalgic name, you knew him?
"Oh. Even so, it was thirty years ago"
"Twenty-five years ago, I was surprised when I heard his obituary"
"... what?
What are you talking about?
An obituary must have been the reward for someone's death.
But Bettenburg died twenty-five years ago, he did say it in front of him.
Then who the hell is that guy who raised us?
"Wait! We were raised by Bettenburg! Twelve years ago, I did get picked up by Bettenburg!
"... stop joking about boredom"
"No, it's true! So now Sophia inherits Bettenburg's name because there was a suicide note..."
So one thing I noticed was that contradictions were being created.
Why did he leave a suicide note with Isel?
Besides, when did you write the suicide note?
At that time, he feels like he was killed without even having time to write a suicide note.
If you were expecting death, you shouldn't put it in Isel, but you should have it in Mair's hands.
"Can I ask you one thing?
"... what?
"Are you sure Bettenburg is what you're talking about?
What I thought would be thrown up out of his mouth.
If he was dead twenty-five years ago, someone should be replacing him.
But no one noticed that. Even Mentila, who would have seen him a long time ago.
Then his body itself is real. So who's moving that body?
The answer was one.
"... I see. Was it? Think about it, it was weird. There was no way he could resist being strangled by Nicolai at all when he could take Charlotte's attack with one hand. I wouldn't have!
……
In a sudden rage, she next door sees my face.
When I saw her face like that, I felt the blood slowly descending on my head.
I don't feel inconsistent in that he's fake.
But I had one big question.
'Why?', a question that cannot be ignored.
"Is Sylvia here? I want to talk to you."
"... Sylvia? What are you saying? Who is it?
"Ha? But there must have been someone wearing a mask on you wise men's laws, right? Isn't Sylvia manipulating them?
"Lies don't do anything."
As he said, he doesn't look like he's lying.
But nevertheless, the question kept spreading in my head.
But I can't help but panic here and now. Maybe Charlotte knows something about waiting at my house.
I think about it that way and regain my calm and take a deep breath.
That's when he opened his mouth.
"I want to ask you one last thing. You take that kid... can you make him happy?
"... I don't know. I don't know what happiness is like for her. But I'm proud that we can think about that happiness together."
"... right"
When he says so and breathes, he puts his hand on her head and caresses me and clumsily as he is.
I'm alert for a moment to the act, but I see her being done but left, and I see his face again.
"... the truth is, I want to raise them. But I don't deserve to raise kids anymore. Like growing up, these hands have already been stained with a lot of blood. I don't want you to come this far because I raised you like that."
"... Forse the First King"
"'Gazelle'. That's the name I was given."
That's what I said to him...... Gazelle gets up, puts her hand on my shoulder, and walks straight out.
"But I can entrust you. I've killed you twice or so. I'm going to trust you more than a bad man."
"... right"
"Don't get me wrong. I'll kill you. This is a fact that never changes. As an enemy."
He laughs all the time, hands off her head.
She noticed that the heavy pressure on her head was gone and was looking up at his face.
"... don't make me look like Lisette, even if I'm wrong"
That's what he says, he leaves the room.
And after dozens of footsteps rang following one footstep from across the door, this side became quiet at the same time.