Unnamed Memory

A number of contributions arranged in the hall. The head of the caravan who bows his head in front of it is part of a sight already familiar to Ruth.

If you don't have any special emotions, there's no surprise there.

Sitting on the elbow of his chair, he looks down at the items that will be spread out as part of the trade. I was interested in finding the purple fruit I saw for the first time in it. Point to fruit piled on a large white plate.

"What's that?

"It's called Chitil. It is a sweet fruit that can be taken in the southern countries. It's dry."

"Let's have a little."

"Yes, sir."

The castle of Willidis, which hides the impending predicament of choice, is also visited on this day by a group bound for the capital of the king of Lisai.

The line of coming from Lambardo and going through the rhino, heading east, was familiar to me with the face I had visited this castle several times before.

Because he saved where the thieves were attacking him in the first place, the chief favors Ruth and gives him a rare gift every time he visits the castle.

When Ruth received the fruit served in a small plate from its long hand, he gave a grain to the rig sitting in the chair. That's how I put myself in my mouth and enjoy my first taste.

"In what country did you buy it? Is that something unusual?

"It's a small country called Kuka. It was a country I had never stopped by before, but I chose a different street, so I was going to go through it."

"Changed the streets? Why?"

"I avoided Noydia."

Ruth nods in his strange face at the words of the chief.

I bought the fruit in the first place because I wanted to cut the story off, but it just seemed to matter.

He shoved another grain into the leopard's mouth as the rig rubbed his nose.

"Speaking of which, I heard Noydia is tightening up merchants, is that true"

"It is so. At one time someone was gathering weapons and people, so it was something I felt bored with, but something might have happened within"

"You know what? That's funny. What kind of person are you?

The mouth of the chief is as if he actually knew the man.

As Ruth turned to the water, he smiled grinningly.

"Well, what was it like? I have vague memories because of my recent years. - Karen, come."

"Yes."

It was a girl in her late teens who was called to advance. She looked adorable, like a Mai Princess apprentice, but smiled with glossy eyes over her age.

She gives thanks with a streamlined trick when she stands in front of Ruth. He looked at it with a grin.

"Selling information by woman of night games" is a common practice.

If you can talk confidentially without being suspicious in the building, and if you limit the information you pass on to women from the beginning, you don't have to worry about divulging more than you intended.

It also makes sense to add women themselves as a contribution, a means often taken by those who do not stay in one place, such as caravans and travellers.

But Ruth waved gently toward the length after figuring it out.

"Fine. The woman's on time."

"So..."

"I'd rather talk to you than that. Open your secret liquor."

To his demand to hear the story in person, the chief glanced for a moment to explore, but immediately returned to his smile and bowed his head, "If I may," he said.

I guess I was willing to do business with Ruth because I'm a sensitive merchant to see the opportunity.

Information may be expensive, but we need that now anyway. Ruth invited the chief to his room when he accompanied the rig.

The information Ruth obtained over time before the liquor bottle was emptied was a confirmation of what half already knew and the other half was a new fact.

He invites Vernon, Lanoma, and Noydia to his room in error with the captain of the lowered caravan, and he conveys those information in disguise.

Vernon raised his voice as if he was impressed when he heard the whole street.

"A man named Luxa sounds like a lot of hot arms. I didn't expect you to take over the country so quickly."

"I guess the Noydia humans were in peace anyway. I've hardly ever been attacked because I rely on the good of the land."

"What the hell!?

It was Noydia's girl who stood up for her country.

She, named Ena, was called to this occasion as a clan of priests, but she seemed to have a very bloody personality and was still retained by the man next door.

Lanoma laughs at the reaction with her nose.

"Your Highness, you're not dealing with a kid who only has blood stuck in his head that says she's on time, are you?"

"... whatever that description is, it's different"

"Right. Your Highness's taste is a more grown-up, heady woman who can bow down the field, isn't it? And you'll like dark hair."

"How do you know that? Stop messing around with me."

"What a rude man!? This is why I don't like savage people with only swords!

"Ena, you're rude too..."

Lanoma and Ena are staring at each other, completely freaking out the air in the field.

Instead of cooperating in this, we can't talk about it first.

Stand up. Vernon tried to peel Ena off as a former martial arts man, Tautos, each of whom was likely to start arguing now.

That's when Ruth sighs lightly and speaks in the back of the room.

"Sheride, come"

Sounds like it goes well into a dark room.

In response to that call of a man, a woman emerges from the darkness.

Long dark hair, wrapped in a black dress, she stood next to Ruth as she looked around with dark eyes.

Quiet as if you had sent the moonlight straight into the shape of a person. The rippled ground subsides in an instant.

Vernon glanced at her as she brought the lake-like air of a dark night with no ripples, and Lanoma whistled like a face.

Only Ena changes her complexion and jumps up as the men defend their respective silences.

"Alta Ditiata! You're really safe...!

Rigg smiled back bitterly at the words of the girl who could jump at her senses. Ruth sits in the chair next to her as she hugs her body.

"Well. Then I'd like to talk to you, okay?

To the question of the man with the best decision on this occasion, everyone corrected their posture when they normally sat in their seats.

Thus, several people who differed from one country to another began a secret discourse to get their interests together.

The information brought by the head of the caravan is the armament that was being bought and collected by Luxa's people, as well as the current situation of the street blockade.

Luxa, who is also in her mid-fifties but has a pitiful youthfulness, seems to have always denied Noydia's system, more of a very progressive mindset than rolling into lust for power. They've been ready for this one for almost three years, too, and when they heard about it, Ena and Tautos revealed their surprise.

"No way... I didn't pretend like that at all"

"You don't realize it because you're all bluffy."

"Lanoma!"

Vernon punches me in the stomach from the side, and Lanoma stuffs without even raising her voice.

Rig looked at it with an indescribable look, but dared to relaunch the conversation.

"Nobility has little to do with politics in Noydia, right? If you're stuck in your territory, it's hard to spread what you're doing. Still, the story that Luxa was in contact with His Majesty's nephew from time to time seemed secretive but rumoured. Because this is the result. It's true you were careless."

"Alta Ditiata......"

That title, which originally refers only to one person, is now inevitably a reference to her, since Rig's parents also sacrificed themselves when Luxa happened.

At an early age, Rig herself used her own magic powers to bewitch Luxa and kick her out of the country, so I guess there's something about her weakness of vigilance for Luxa. The woman wears a temple with white fingers.

"I don't know what to say, but I can agree with the way Luxa thinks in itself. Even though priesthood is important in Noydia, it is true that its power cannot be preserved unless it relies on external blood."

"So, but, Alta Ditiata"

"Well, listen. The departure of the clergy from politics is a change that will soon come to Noydia. There is little prophetic power left in the priesthood either. Instead there is a movement by academics to make weather predictions, but that is not complete either. Eventually the people will realize that too. That way, Alta Ditiata can no longer continue to sit in her current position. Noydia needs a new system."

"Is that the reform that Luxa has undertaken?

Apparently, the warlord's man is much cooler than the moving girl.

Rig grinned bitterly at Tautos' gavel.

"Luxa's chosen means is one that emphasizes speed and ignores others. If it was his arm, for example, I think he could have ruled national politics without using puppets. But in fact, a puppet has been set up and is now waging exactly the atrocity.... What do you think this means?

Ruth answers the woman's question.

"You mean let the people themselves abandon the present royal family? Don't be unscrupulous."

"And I think too. But it's most likely."

It gives a full taste of the king's incompetence and oppression, after which he abolishes the king and himself takes the seat of ruler.

If political skill is what self-confidence deserves, Luxa will be able to win popular support through emancipation from oppression and falling apart from puppets.

You just have to put the stigma on the puppet. And once again, all we have to do is put faith in irrelevant positions from politics and give it a disguised respect.

The country will be temporarily exhausted by atrocities, but it will be quick to force people to change their consciousness.

Ruth nodded and pulled Rig's hair.

"So, from what I've seen from you, how's Luxa doing? Can you give me a full score?

Reform by competent individuals. Is this case, one of them, getting her credit?

Rig smiled a spicy smile at the words questioning his lover's will.

"It's out of the question. It doesn't make sense to kill the fish inside to change the water.

Luxa doesn't deserve to stand above the people at the time she allows the puppets to brutalize "

To put it perfectly, she reached out on the table. Spread map, put one of the pawns on top of it.

"So at this point, let's cut his turn. I'll take the stage."

The pawn she lightly wears is the black stone equivalent of a king. And Ruth laughed invincibly when he saw that it had been placed in the king's capital of Noydia.