Wortenia Senki (WN)

In the bitter air, Douglas Hamilton slowly advances her legs forward with a gloomy look on her face.

Position with your bow back rounded without force.

That's just like a sinner walking toward a death row.

There were no shards of arrogance or anything that I had shown until the other day.

Only the sound of shoes sounded slightly louder in the stone corridor.

(It should be the same as usual... but something is definitely different...)

Left and right are lit.

It is the same with armed guards standing at equal intervals.

It was the view that I had seen every day for more than a decade as one of the court members, who would serve in the House of Lords as a companion to the Count Hamilton family.

However, there are some differences by the time it is decisive.

(Is this the view the prisoner I've been transferring...)

Something gloomy and painful tightens Douglas's mind.

Until now, I've walked down this corridor in a position to transfer prisoners, but now I'm in a position to be transferred.

Douglas was sincerely surprised that the position would just change and that the same sight but the impression he would get so different.

As a relative of the Count Hamilton family, which oversees the House of Lords' actual work force, Douglas should have been a glanced at from around him.

At least until about an hour ago.

There is naturally a good reason why it has changed.

(Why... why is this happening... I just obeyed the Lord... even around me know that. But why...)

Douglas moves forward with his legs, following a courtier who was a colleague walking in front of him.

I knew what I had just said would not change the situation.

If it's going to work out with me, I wouldn't be in a situation like this in the first place.

Anyway, Douglas is a relative of the Count Hamilton family, the bearer of power behind the Dean's Marquis Halcyon in this House of Lords.

Of course, Douglas is a relative of the Count Hamilton family, but not a person in the main house.

I have the right to inherit, but you can say that there is zero chance of succeeding to the title.

But just because he has blood ties, Douglas Hamilton has received various considerations from many of the people serving this House of Lords.

Of course, there are limits to that consideration.

It's not like I can do anything.

However, unlike our colleagues in the same courtroom, Douglas was assigned a relatively low-difficulty, quiet suspect or prisoner, and unforeseen circumstances did not always occur, and it was certain that the number of guards and knights was high.

He was also silent when he forced the defendant to bribe him.

Douglas himself, speaking of greed, is someone who can do the job itself, and whether it was a demand for a bribe or the fact that the other person was only targeting people in a weak position, it would be one of the reasons why he wasn't so greatly viewed as a problem, even if he was frowned upon from around him.

Just say Spring in my world.

It's just that relatives have power, but that's exactly the winner in the earth world.

But such a Douglas spring seems to have passed at some point and passed through summer and autumn in an instant.

Eventually, a line arrives in front of a room set in the corner of the House of Lords.

"Excuse me. By the life of Dean of the House of Lords, we have taken the example man."

The courtier knocks gently on the door and asks to enter the room in a polite tone.

In response to the words of such a court ruler, the answer returned immediately.

Perhaps the humans inside were now waiting only late.

"Thank you. Please come in.

Along with the ringing beauty of the bell, a maid clothes girl with silver-haired hair stretched all the way around her waist invites the courtiers in.

The moment he saw the girl's face, Douglas realized that his predictions had been centered in the worst possible way.

(Again, as I thought...... but... why, how can this happen?

No, even on the way to this room, I was angrily anticipating this development.

Anyway, is there nothing else you can think of?

Unless you went to the Count Salzberg residence to pick up Baron Chai.

"So now I am..."

When the courtier handed Douglas over to the silver-haired maid, he left the room in a courtesy.

That attitude seeped in my desire not to stay in this room for even a second.

In fact, if you try him, it's just like throwing Douglas, a coworker, into a lion's cage.

Given the tragedy that will unfold after this, it may be likely that he will be crushed with guilt.

It doesn't matter how bad Douglas is...

Of course, there is no possibility that it may have slipped from the inside.

Because this all depends on Douglas' past deeds and humanity.

Welcoming to the room, Douglas advanced to the man sitting on the couch to be led by a maid.

The Lord of this room, before Baron Ozai.

"Dear Ryo Shin... there's an example man..."

Douglas' eyes see the way a blonde maid standing beside him punches her in the ear.

To the words, Ryo Jin nodded small, slowly standing off the couch and smiling flamboyantly towards Douglas.

"I see you again. Mr. Hamilton, the court clerk... Whoa, wasn't he the court clerk now? You mix it up with Count Hamilton when you call it by your last name...... if you don't mind, may I call you Mr. Douglas?

With that said, Ryo Jin urged Douglas to sit down on the couch.

There's no animosity toward Douglas, no superiority toward the reversal of his position from the other day.

It's a very normal greeting.

But because it's normal, it's like being made to sit on a needle's sack for Douglas.

First of all, if you yell at me or threaten me, I can even brace my belly as Douglas, but that's also difficult in the present situation.

Douglas sits back on the couch with a frightening look on his face.

To Douglas like that, Ryo Jin recommended a drink.

"If we're going to entertain our guests, we'd better drink, but unfortunately we're not ready here..."

At the same time as that word, a cup is placed before Douglas.

What's inside is a clear liquid.

If you believe Liang Trun's words, I guess it's just water.

Well, I can't do all this.

It's not the Baron's house, it's not the Earl of Salzberg's apartment.

This is the House of Lords.

It is a fortress that manages and supervises the nobles of the Kingdom of Roselia.

Ryo Shiba, who came to be questioned there, would be more harsh to tell you to prepare to entertain your guests.

However, that was not the problem.

(Ice? That's so much too...)

Ice is precious in an earth world without freezers and other electrical products.

Of course, it's not something you'll never get, but hey, it's not something you'll get either.

A common way to get it is to store it in an ice chamber during the winter months or to get to the back of a mountain covered in snow all the time?

Later, it will only be enough to ask an artist who can use grammar to make it in law in exchange for money.

However, methods such as storage in ice chambers and collecting snow all the time take time and manpower to transport.

Besides, we have to assume a raid from the monsters in order to get to the remote mountains.

Naturally, you will need as much fighting power as you can to repel the monsters, and when you say the back of the mountain where ice can be harvested, it is often bad roads and carriages and other means of transport cannot be used.

It would be common to say that a wagon is kept at the foot of the mountain and that mountain roads are transported manually.

That's how expensive the labor costs are.

Naturally, the price jumps.

So many adventurers specialize in carrying this ice.

Still, in summer many wealthy people buy in search of cool.

It's just that, among the wealthy, it's a rank with no money but no power.

The real wealthy hire a grammar.

Well, if you try to be a class person who said that, it's quicker to ask a grammar who hires you as an escort or teacher than to ask you via an guild.

Most importantly, the ice made with grammar is basically impure.

From small quantities to large quantities, depending on the strength of the surgeon, it is quite accommodating.

Besides, the surgeon himself activates the technique in front of the Lord. It reduces the likelihood of poisoning the privileged class by one.

Well, still, when it's assassinated, it's done, so it's not a perfect measure, but it's still the idea of the majority of humans to say they want to have an eye for possibilities.

However, the problem now is the fact that I put such iced water out on Douglas.

(What do you mean... is there something behind it?

To be honest, Douglas doesn't think he is really liked by Ryo Ozai.

No, instead of being liked, I consider him hated.

Anyway, you just get it under your sleeve, and instead of taking any care of it, you leave it overnight in a small room with no windows.

Of course, Douglas didn't lead it.

Because Douglas only took his immediate life from the Hamilton family owner and followed it.

But Douglas knew it wouldn't be any immunity.

(Number one, isn't this the guy who grabbed my family?

The thought kept dropping a dark shadow on Douglas' heart.

Of course, there is no evidence to show the true involvement of Ryo Misaki.

However, given the circumstances, there is a good chance that he took a grudge against Douglas and did it in retaliation.

At least, I didn't think it had anything to do with it at all.

Indeed, it was written in the letter that they would not touch one finger on the family if they followed their instructions.

But I don't congratulate Douglas as much as I believe in the word of a criminal.

In the first place, the instructions and instructions still don't come.

There will be no obedience or shit.

But just looking at the current situation, that prediction felt wrong to Douglas.

"Well, go ahead. Just take a breath."

Recommended again, Douglas grabbed a snack and a glass in front of him.

And mouth lightly to be prepared.

But Douglas' predictions are betrayed.

Of course, in a good way.

"Is this... fruit water...?

Fresh fruit aroma.

The slight acidity of the citrus and the sweetness of the apple unravel Douglas's heart, which was tense.

Above all, it has a pleasant scent of vanilla that slips through your nose.

Unexpectedly, does it taste like I want to sigh?

Seeing how Douglas was like that, Ryo Jin slowly opened his mouth.