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There were still many people in the royal castle.

The majority were voicing their joy at the success of the revolution, but sometimes they were also seen crying their bodies out in front of them, even if they had died in their bodies.

"I can't wait."

No one answers my whining. Though I think I hear you.

I wouldn't have gotten too far into my head where they said the most.

Head elsewhere for the hustle and bustle of joy to a place that had been designated with a line of funerals and the same darkness. It was a place where sightseeing and other things seemed to be taking place in a large hall. The ceiling is high and makes me imagine the church a bit.

A small pile of debris was visible as we proceeded through the wide hall.

"What the hell?"

"It's definitely where the throne was."

Well, if you say so, it's a bit taller around there, and if you put a chair or something, you'll look great.

One of us who was removing the debris looked back here.

"How's the wound?

He was Fisheries Guild Director Mile Bakhar. He is as handsome as ever in color black.

"Yes, I don't have much pain either. The doctor said you might have a fever, but thanks to a good night's sleep, that didn't happen."

I think I've heard Chelina's answer. It's normal to have a fever if you get hurt badly. I should have had painkillers and antipyretics available. It's strange because you suddenly feel pain when you are aware of your injury.

I'll give it to you later, even with loxoprofen and cefem-based antibiotics.

"It's superimposed. I'm letting you have a chair now. I was actually planning on putting it in line sooner, but it's worse than I thought."

Bakhar laughs bitterly. Do you have a fool to take out a chair?

"It's just not on fire. It's better. There are few burning species, but if the royal castle burns, reconstruction must not remain."

Apparently, the Bakhars correctly understand the difficulty of reconstruction. You're going to be a great guy.

I get signs of people from the back when I'm helping clean up the debris. Yalarai reacted with Pickle. Hagg is paying attention to the entrance side of the square.

"Thank you for waiting. It may come in pieces."

What a Minister Brow Sauer it was who brought out the late century gatekeepers of the volatile dojo.

He's the one who sentenced me to death for the crime of injustice. There's no way I'll forget.

"You're alive."

Disgust is the Lord, but I really didn't think the heavy towns of the kingdom were alive in this upheaval.

"Yep. How well you lived... no, were you the central figure in this noise in the first place"

Brow sighs with a half smile. Something's wrong.

"I'm a sidekick. The stars are the old ladies and daughters and the colored old men there."

"I'm not old enough to be called an old man"

I know. On purpose!

"Come on... no, no, I knew you were a dangerous person, but it was more than I imagined."

I laugh humbly at what's wrong.

"Where am I dangerous? No tricks, no animals, no harm."

"" It's not ""

For some reason, Hugs and Yalalai hammered me. It wasn't water and oil! Oh, shit!

"Hey, black, why is this guy alive?"

I have no choice, so I'll try to change the spear.

"I couldn't just let this guy die. What do you need in a new country?"

Bakhar arms like a bore.

"I thought you were hanging with the king."

"If only we could run the country alone. Unfortunately, the country isn't sweet enough for amateurs to run where I and Chelina worked so hard."

Yeah, you see reality besides this guy.

"Wasn't amateur a merchant?

The color black smiled bitterly.

"Don't be harsh. This guy is something else. Three men from the farmhouse have become merchants, they have a chamber of commerce, they have been taken in by the baron, and they have become ministers. It's the property of this country you can't get no matter how much money you pile up."

I turn my sleepy gaze to Brow Thor.

He almost killed me.

"What makes this guy work as hard as dying?"

"Hmm......"

I answered Bakhar's bitter words with my nose as if I had scuffed him.

"You hated me."

This one also whines with a bitter face.

"Never mind, it's a personal eight-win"

"Well, I guess so."

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't care anymore. Don't you have to start discussing it more than that?

I think I already have the chairs. Rather a little more.

"The important ones aren't here."

"Oh, my lord."

It really matters. Apparently, your Excellency has prepared a barista that destroyed the walls.

And as we predicted the timing, a few groups of people come through the entrance. I'm not sure because of the long hall, but it looks like Baron Lettere is taking the lead. Hagg reacts, but when Bakhar says "no problem," Hagg lowered the hammer.

I came close and found out that there was a magnificent man and woman who put together the ethnic costume of this country, who was well dressed behind Baron Lettere. Others would be escorts. And Chelina raised her voice, confirming her appearance.

"Father! Mother!"

Chelina stops by the stand up side.

"It's been a long time, Chelina... But you must say hello to His Excellency Baron Lettere first.

A father with a grim face who burned moderately in the day is embarrassed with a gentle voice.

"Excuse me for this...... My apologies to His Excellency the Baron."

As Cherina lowered her head, she rather shook her head to the side as the baron panicked.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The way he looks and talks is creepy, but he has a good personality.

"Baron Lettere, come here"

Bakhar leads His Excellency to the chair.

"And how could your father be here?

I'm just here to help my daughter.

"Yeah, you can't fix your grandmother no matter how old you are"

His father was followed by a breast blasting luscious beauty. What is that murder weapon? I thought it was magnificent because I was wearing a veil to hide my face in the distance, but the rising age may not be much different from mine.... How old was Chelina when she was...

No, wait, that's exactly how old Chelina is, isn't it? So this wife's age is far beyond me...?

No, no... but... is that it?

I decided not to think any further about my age.

And you're a supercrossbow beauty. I envy Chelina's father......

Fuji Chelina and her gaze cross. For some reason, it was killer. Scary.

"I've heard from you many times, but I've been wondering if you're off the scheduled route again because you haven't heard back from me."

"I'm pretty sure you were off the scheduled route. I was at a shipyard south of Riveri Bay."

"Yeah?!

Chelina raises her surprise at her father's words.

"So you'll be there from the start?

The man shakes his face vertically.

"I've been building it confidentially for a long time. With the support of His Excellency Baron Lettere."

"Build...?

"Oh. It'll be a new symbol of this country, three military ships."

That's when I realized.

"Could that iron arrow..."

It spills from my mouth about a phenomenon that I've ever questioned.

"Oh, you're Akira, Chelina's advisor. My name is Cargo Veliero and I'm Cerina's father, though I'm late to say hello. Thank you very much."

"Ah, oh. I'm Akira Endo. Nice to meet you... Please."

I can't get my tone together because it was accidental. It is a lapse.

Cargo's gaze was sharper when I named him, but I hadn't noticed.

I shook back the hand I was offered and gave back the pulled smile.

"Akira, you're right. Probably the most powerful barista on board. We were developing it by citing the total power of Veliero"

It's my first ear.

Chelina did not hide her displeasure.

"The ship and the barista were designed by me and Palos."

"Well! My brother gave me a secret job... humiliating me..."

Whoa.

"But then what was the work of the Chamber of Commerce like?

"Of course I left that to Fliena."

"... Mother..."

"Hehe..."

A dynamite beauty called Fryena smiled demonically. Some kind of monster?

Are you saying that this Fliena also has the business talent of Chelina? What the hell, you parents and kids.

"Speaking of which, isn't your brother here?

"Paros is a ship. I don't know who you look exactly like."

Throw your gaze at Cargo so that Fliena can sneer. Cargo slipped his gaze slightly.

It means you two can know the power relationship.

"Besides, it won't help this discussion."

You're terrible, too, Dad! Get your oldest son up more!

"That's true, too."

Chelina!

"Yeah. Absolutely."

Awwwww!

I feel sorry for Paros...

"Oh hon... is it time?

Brow coughed deliberately.

"This is rude. Come on, Chelina. Take your seats."

"... ok"

Though he showed a moment of hesitation in his father's words. Change to a look and take a seat.

Brow nodded, shifting his gaze to Bakhar, Baron, Chelina and Cargo.

"Shall we then discuss the fate of this country?"

For some reason, Brow was partitioning.