Herscherik

I had a fluffy dream of being in the clouds.

I feel like I need to think about something, but even that feeling fluttered and I couldn't think together.

(It's already a hassle and I wonder if I can keep it like this...)

Hershelik's consciousness was awakened by the arrow tip, the yelling voice of a man and the crying voice of a woman, who began to ponder what a mess.

It was still a hazy consciousness, but the thought that this is not my room came back hard to understand. The only reason I was able to make that decision was because no matter what I thought of the bed being put to sleep, it was not of a higher quality than my usual bed.

(this kanji......... could it be sleeping pills?

Hershelik applies the area to an unlikely condition in normal times.

When I was in employment in my previous life, there were times when things didn't work out and I became emotionally unstable. Every day I was anxious and unable to sleep, and that put me in a vicious circle of feeling ill and making mistakes in interviews because of it.

In that fold, I went to a mental clinic at the recommendation of my parents and had my doctor listen to me and prescribe me medication. However, I was fortunate that my anxiety was resolved because my doctor asked me personally what my parents couldn't even tell me, and I was afraid of side effects and didn't take any medication.

Incidentally, after that, he hit it, smashed it into pieces and reopened it into a method of warfare, which led to a surprisingly little clap in his job placement in a previous life.

At that time, I feared that the side effects I had examined on the Internet were very similar to my current condition.

Tiredness and headache in dizziness.

This was getting in the way of Hershelik's thinking.

(Don't take sleeping pills for a four-year-old.

While intoxicating himself, Hershelik tries to remember as much as he can before sleeping.

As usual, I went back through the way out of my patience and went back to my room without anyone finding me. Of course, I had a library book I borrowed before and my alibi was full.

While killing time while reading until dinner, I thought about where to go for the 'Assault Internal Audit' at night, with a meal prepared by Meliá.

(Sautéed chicken was delicious. It looks like a pumpkin. The soup was delicious...)

That's right, the head chef who is entrusted with royal meals prepares excellent dishes every day. Regardless of my cooking skills even before I was reincarnated, I loved eating.

(... I don't remember anything after that. I don't even remember eating dessert.

In other words, sleeping pills were planted in the dishes they ate.

(Are you saying he was caught sleeping with medicine? Shit, I ate dessert. Now what……)

I was fortunate that I didn't panic because of the side effects of the medicine and my thoughts and sensations were dull. Besides, my headache gradually healed and my cloudy thoughts became normal. Observe where you are while feeling nauseated by dizziness and headaches.

Is the location a warehouse somewhere? There were multiple humans in the vast space. And right in front of me, men and women are arguing.

The man was a stranger, but the woman was the one who stayed on the side and took care of me long after she was born.

(Merliah?)

She was more disturbed than I've ever seen before.

"You said you wouldn't do terrible things! He said he wanted to talk to His Highness, so I brought him here!

"If you talk to the king properly, you don't have to do this!

"I have spoken to Your Majesty! But Your Majesty is………………."

"You say you won't help us!? Then you have to be tough!

The contention between the two escalates.

(I don't know, I've never seen Meliá so disturbed.

Thoughts went where it doesn't matter because my head doesn't work.

Meliá always had a neat image of her hair being doughed on the back of her head, but now she had her hair down and tears in her drooling eyes.

(There may have been more wrinkles than when we first met...)

Melia is much younger than her mother in her previous life. Because of that, she was more like a sister than a nanny.

In the previous life, when she was her eldest daughter, she wanted a brother or sister upstairs, so she was very happy with Meliá's presence, and she felt closer to her than her real mother, whom she had never met.

(Did you tell your father something from the story and it didn't work? As much as I listen...)

Hershelik tried to speak up, but his mouth didn't move well.

"Please, I need to see Hershelik to the doctor!

Merliah doesn't care about the effects of the medicine and Hershelik's condition any more than she could have imagined. It's also horrible to think if he doesn't wake up like this. That's why Melia clung to the man's arm.

But the man waves away Merliah, clamped against his arm, and she rolls to the ground, being a powerless woman.

"Ah..."

Melia rolled up the dust in Hershelik's eyes and his little voice leaked.

At that time, an anomaly occurred indoors. A door that would lead outdoors literally blew up. The hinges come off, and dust dances through the universe with the loud noise.

In the dust where I could get in, it was him with the collars of the big, quiet men in his hands.

(Not like a detective at all...)

Hershelik thought as he... looked at Cro, wondering if a secret detective was anything smarter.

He's a dark hero out of a black costume.

He wore a black hood and wrapped a black cloth around his mouth, and all he could see were red eyes like blood. Usually those cool eyes looked emotional now.

He throws a big, loose man with one hand, and a man nearby who couldn't move without knowing what happened. The frog sounded crushed, but he didn't want to give it back and the other threw it the same way. You didn't hit anyone, but you had a voice that was crushed by a frog.

Then slowly Khlo walks out.

The men who return to me are beaten with iron bars and horns, but Crowe avoids the attack with minimal motion, strikes down his weapon with a knife and punches his fist in the stomach. It all seemed like a flowing motion, dancing.

Less than ten seconds later, the three people who had been beaten to death would kiss the ground, and then everyone would stop attacking the clo. No, he couldn't move while sewing on the spot like a snake-stamped frog.

"Next time I come, I'll kill you.

That was different from the voice Hershelik had always heard.

A chilling, icy voice through. It's a word that doesn't intimidate people at all.

It really kills me next time. Everyone in this room understood.

Crowe passes between people, and when he comes right in front of Hershelik, he falls on one knee and meets his gaze.

Hitting and changing from earlier, he was anxiously shaking with care in his eyes directed at Hershelik without anger.

"Were they even drugged?

Crowe's hand is placed on Hershelik's forehead. The hand is limp and pleasant, Hershelik narrows his eyes.

"Cro...... sa......"

"It's a temporary side effect. Don't worry, if the pills fall out, you'll be fine.

Clo held Hershelik when he said so. The so-called princess was stuck, embarrassed, but not the other way around.

"Clo, Mr., I, talk to you..."

"You can't let him take the prince!

The man who stood in front of Hershelik blocking his words was a man who had just argued with Merliah. There's a dagger in my hand and my eyes are running blood.

"Our lives... are at stake!

"Know what?

Crowe dismisses the angry words of a man coldly. There is no emotion in those eyes.

Khlo leaks his sigh in pain and holds Hershelik back with one hand. The other hand had a knife in it at some point.

"Chromaticity......"

Before Hershelik's words ended, his brain swayed sideways. A man attacked Crowe, and Crowe avoided it.

Khlo starts Dagger out of his hand with his next move with a knife he has, and he shakes the knife further, aiming at his neck -- the carotid artery.

As the word goes, the next time I tried to execute the kill.

(Listen to people. Yeah, yeah, okay.)

Something broke in Hershelik. Specifically, I ran out of Kannan bags. The blood on your head also blows up the side effects and clears the thought that was on your head.

"Cro, wait!

When I tell my dog Cro, who I had at my parents' house in my previous life, to order me, I slap Pessili and Cro on the head.

The attack came from an unexpected place, Crowe looked like a pigeon with a bean cannon.

"I'm trying to tell you that I want to talk to you, but why don't you wait for me..."

Hershelik's vertigo struck because of his sudden movement, and the end of the word became a butt stump.

Chills like blood dropped from head to toe ran through and nauseated, but Hershelik was overwhelmed. Because there's no point in falling down here.

"…… Clo, let me down. I can't see everyone's face and I can't listen to them when they hold me up.

"…… but.

"Then Crowe sit down. Have a seat!"

Clo to leak dissatisfaction. Hershelik says to order his dog to do so. I won't forget a gesture pointing to the ground with one hand.

The reason I've lost my temper is maybe because I thought I was in line with my dog. Instead, Hershelik thinks his dog Kro was more like this.

As a result, Crowe sat Hershelik on a simple bed as a compromise proposal and he chose to wait beside him.

"Then talk to me, Melia.

Hershelik talks to Meliá, who was unable to move after being rolled over by a man.

"… Dear Hershelik, I am very sorry for your loss.

Melia dripping her head. That seemed like a sincere apology, but what Hershelik is asking for right now is not an apology.

"You can apologize later, so you can tell me why you brought me here until I drugged you? Melia knows these people, doesn't she? So I heard your life and your life were at stake?

Words heard in a cloud-covered consciousness. I don't know the details, but I just found out they were cornered.

"…… We are from the territory where Luceria was ruled.

Hershelik opens his eyes to that name he heard a long time ago.

The name was the one who inspired him. Without him I wouldn't have noticed anything, and by now, no, no, Prince. It would have been neat.

"Master Luzeria is dead and there is a new lord in the territory. That's Count Grimm.

That was also a name I remember.

It is how Count Luceria was sentenced to death and can also be considered the culprit who cornered him.

"... he does whatever he wants in Luceria-like territory.

The man opens his mouth if Crowe kills him.

No one in the territory believed that the Count of Luceria would commit acts of traffickers, etc. Their lords valued their inhabitants like family members at the same time as they were fair. If they starved, they freed their stockpiled food and shared their struggles.

But Count Luceria was obsessed with something as if people had changed since he lost his wife and son in an accident, and he seemed to be doing some research. Around that time, the inhabitants had witnessed him coming and going with his chopped face. The month passed and a new lord came when he was informed that he had committed a traitor and had been sentenced to death.

Count Grimm was the lowest and worst lord for the inhabitants, the opposite of Count Luceria.

The tax collects more than is laid down in the state, selling off the reserves that the Count of Luceria has saved in preparation for famine and moisturizing his own nostalgia.

The weather was bad and the famine struck the territory, but the worst lords did not lower their taxes, but rather hired grubbings to try to collect them even if they were forced to.

"After two years many human beings have died, and the elderly and the sick don't know if this winter will come... so will my parents.

Melia groans sadly. Originally, the land was poor in the country, and the climate in which food was difficult to grow was disastrous. The fall was quick.

"I received a letter from my parents, I was contacted by my cousin, him, and immediately appealed to His Majesty about the status quo. But………"

"My father didn't move.

"Yes."

Melia biting her lips off. The color of disappointment is dark on that expression.

(My father didn't move, he couldn't move.

Hershelik could have predicted so easily from his father's situation.

I wanted to help as much as the Count did. But the appeal of the inhabitants is not enough evidence. My father cannot move poorly unless there is conclusive evidence.

That's why Hershelik is studying, learning to read and write, sneaking up on the Royal Castle, and auditing on his own. Everything is to grasp the inescapable evidence. As long as there is decisive evidence, my father can banish the despotic aristocrats with our faces.

But the culprits who ruled the Royal Castle for many years, and those around them, have not left a single piece of conclusive evidence in the castle, or are so cleverly hidden that they cannot find it themselves. I was able to discover a number of suspicious things, but that was not conclusive.

Still, Hershelik wouldn't give up, and he couldn't remain a loser. Because if you don't hit your hand, you, your father, your family, and your people are in danger.

No magic, no exercise, myself without a back shield.

What Hershelik can do is to find, change and support the skills of his past life, where he can use them.

These people are fundamentally the same. I want to protect my loved ones. I just failed the way I did.

"So he grabbed me and tried to intimidate my father.

Hershelik exhales with a deep sigh in silence.

"You can't move your father if you do that. Rather, your position will be worse... I can't complain about the fact that you are sentenced to death for national treason.

That means putting your hands on the royal family. Whatever the reason, kidnap the prince and threaten the royalty. Even children will know what happens if you do that in this country, which is ruled by royalty even before it is built.

"……… I understand the story. I need some time.

Hershelik looks around. I nodded and looked at each and every one of them who couldn't move and shut up.

"I'll do something about it by winter.

Crowe also opened his eyes not only to the inhabitants of Merliah and Count Luzeria in the words.

It was not the word of a young child.

And only Crowe noticed his little discomfort.

He usually said 'me'. He said 'me'.

"I promised Count Luceria.

What Hershelik put out of his inner pocket of nostalgia was the silver ancient beauty pocket watch he received from the Count.

Everyone knows that.

The beloved Count always wears it and takes care of it.

"…… Dear Luceria.

Tears flooded their eyes, triggered by someone's whining.

The Count I loved is no longer in this world. No family the Count loved. And the remaining territories and territories are still ravaged by tyranny. The reality was heavy on their chests.

"Trust me.

Hershelik's eyes, who said so, were as determined as they were when he accepted Count Luzeria's most salute.

It was that night that the seventh prince returned to the noisy royal castle.

The first person to discover the prince and the nanny was the gatekeeper at the main gate.

A nanny holding the prince back was protected by a gatekeeper as her hair was about to collapse.

The king who received the news does not listen to what his subordinate stops and runs, and embraces the prince after he is flustered.

The king would not have slept last night, his white face was even bluer.

In Nanny's testimony, here's the truth about the case.

Someone broke into the rear palace and kidnapped the seventh prince and the nanny who was on his side.

And they took him to the safe house, but when they saw the gap, the nanny rescued the prince and was lucky enough to escape.

Later, in the safe house where the nanny was taken, in the cabin away from the castle town, there were signs that someone was there, but in the end it didn't even go as far as arresting the killer.

The kidnapping of the late prince miraculously closed with the return of the prince.