Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~
030 Living room without her
Dream on.
I was dreaming.
- It's a dream for a day far, far apart.
What was in front of me was a small but spicy looking house.
I creep through the front door. Proceed down the hallway. Open the door.
By the fireplace, there was a woman doing needlework.
"Ugh... guh... ohhhhhh!
"Oh, my God, what's wrong? You ruined your pretty face, didn't you?
When the young and beautiful woman stopped her hand, she greeted my child gently, who had returned crying.
Put your sewing tools aside in case you injure your daughter, and then softly stop holding her in that chest.
It is the colour of the Mercy Mother's affections and worries that were held in the green eye.
For such a mother, the child complains sobbing.
"You know... guys, you mess with me. Abalone, no."
"Well... you had a fight with your friend?
To his mother's words, the child shook his head sideways as he sifted.
Put it down slightly and tell them it looks spicy.
"... come with me, won't you"
There's no way you can fight with someone who's not here.
The child did not have just one friend.
The eye-catching mother's eyebrows drop to worry.
I'm sure she has an idea, too.
The child complains without noticing her mother's heartbreak.
"He said," You're not good. "" Quite well, it's sloppy, "he said. He said," Everybody's talking "..."
It's the same thing in the civilian world that people hate to be made up.
Especially if you lean against a nobleman who is a tumor above your eyes.
Nothing, in the case of this parent or child,
"And..." [Meike], "he said." I'm sure [softly], you're getting a nasty biggie "or something... oh, my God, biggie, what is it?
The concubine of the aristocracy, and his son.
A half-way presence, not joined within a coalition of civilians, and not protected by noble authority.
For the disenfranchised and wealthy poor, some people are so dressed up to bump into depression.
A woman who opened her body to those who oppress her and a child born between them who hates her.
Come on, you despise it, you'll be slapping your pussy frequently. Kids, too, enough to hear.
"Huh..."
The mother held my son in her arms like a fool.
"Oh,?
The child looks up at her mother's face in wonder.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...! For my sake, I have a hard eye for you too...!
Pompous, a hot Shizuku dripped on his cheek.
"Ma'am, don't you have one? Do you want somewhere?
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine... but it's sad that you're so hard..."
The mother jammed the words as if to no avail.
You think it's all your fault.
If you give birth to your daughter as a legitimate aristocratic child, you will not be frustrated by the children of the civilian population.
If I could have given birth to my daughter as a very common commoner, I would have made friends with civilian children.
Even so, you think.
"- It's my useless parental fault, and I put up a hard time with you, my daughter..."
"Oh no... even my old man, oh no..."
In the tears of her mother, her daughter in her arms swung away.
"And Grandma, you can't, can you? I'm a decent man, and my old man is the fullest and gentlest."
"Gu... heh, that's what you say..."
To childish naive consolation, the mother still laughs back at her temperament.
And I caressed his head gently.
To the touch of the mother's hand, the child narrows his eyes as if relieved.
"Me, about my grandmother, daisy! So when you're quiet, you're like a freak!
To that word, the quality of the young mother's laughter changed.
It's like floating in pain somewhere, that's the way to laugh.
"You can't do that. Well."
Denial that made me joke to the fullest.
The child blinks at it.
"What? Why?
"Because if you were me, you'd be a better adult than me."
The mother's face, saying so, seemed to pray or dream.
"Unlike me, a civilian, you draw the blood of a noble father. I'm sure you'll make a lovely lady."
"Good day?
"Yeah. You love your father, too"
With a slight blush, the mother said.
"That one is a fine man. And you're sweet. Now he said it was because his wife was still uncomfortable, but sooner or later he would welcome you home."
"Are you following me? Not hanging around here?
"It's a better mansion than here. Then I'm sure you'll be more comfortable with it than you've ever been before.
"Really!? Are you going to do more with me today?
Children raise their voices with joy.
I guess he likes his father a lot more. The voice was playing when I heard it.
Mothers leak bitter laughter at innocent answers.
"You have to study and learn for that, don't you?
"Ugh... can't you just blast it?
"Yes, I can't. You have to listen to your father."
The child roared uncomfortably for a while, but eventually raised his gaze as he noticed something.
"... What about your old man?
"Huh?"
"What will Grandma do if I talk to you all the time?
He sensed in the child's mind that his mother had not spoken about herself.
The voice is beaten and changed, and anxiety seeps through.
The mother also clouded her expression.
"... I'm sure I can't go"
"Why...?
"Your wife will be angry."
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
"I want to be..."
"Ah!? Oh, I'm sorry? If I did, I would..."
The mother relented desperately to the child, who just happened to cry.
My mother continues, somehow when my daughter harbors the eclampsia.
"... your mother can't go because she's not your father's proper daughter-in-law"
"Grandma, wasn't that a good idea? Even though you're pretty good with your old man? Oh, really?
Men and women who like each other are eventually bound, and women become brides to build happy families with men.
It is a story that is likely to be found in children's books.
The mother grieved slowly.
"Yeah... your mother wasn't your daughter-in-law, so I had such a hard time with you -"
Saying, hugging my daughter again.
"You can't be such a woman. Don't be a mother that makes your own children cry. Do exactly what your father says and grow up to be a fine lady. So one day... you'll be a beautiful wife, won't you?
"When I'm a good man, is your old man happy?
"Of course I'm glad to hear it."
My mother's hand gently combed the child's hair.
"So promise me your mother. If one day you could have someone you liked as much as me or your father, you'd be the proper daughter-in-law, wouldn't you?
Like yourself, don't be scorned as a concubine.
Perhaps she should have been pregnant with that intent out of the blue.
"Nice one, don't..."
The child behaves awkwardly at the mother's words.
It's a little kid. I'm sure I don't know what love means or the weight of love.
Still dwelling on my mother's wishes, she understood only its truthfulness.
"... Ugh, fuck you! You're going to be a full lady!
Highly, declare so.
I'm sure you said it with a full smile. The mother narrowed her eyes in dazzle.
"Yeah. Absolutely, right? - Henrietta."
My mother, too, laughed as the lily buds broke.
... In that way, the mother's wishes are engraved on the child's chest.
When you become a fine lady.
When you make a lovely love.
When you become a beautiful bride.
Innocent, innocent, dreamy hope entrusted to me by my mother.
I'm sure that's...
- That's my bug, isn't it?
Waking from her dreams, she shook her real lips like that.
I don't even have a thin sweet fantasy this first night, but I wouldn't have this if I did.
Linus Strain Ovenil felt herself depressed because she thought so.
"I'm sorry I'm tired of doing my job"
It is every time Marquis Lavalle who says so and laughs.
He relaxed his banquet clothes to an unscrupulous degree and sat back on the couch sipping tea.
The opposing Linus says that although it is the bottom that wears the trousers in the room, the upper body is dressed as a gown on top of the bare skin. Not very much, but to the guest, it's not dressed to meet someone above the title either, but all this time, I had no choice. Somehow I used the water as soon as I finished the building and rushed to this meeting.
"If you're sorry, you could have at least waited till morning."
Linus says without even hiding his stubborn face.
"Even there was a riot at the reception. On top of that, what if the groom had to get out of the bedroom or something?
Somehow it was this call where I was finishing everything and sleeping fine. Though it was good because it was later, if I heard a voice in the middle of something, I would feel uncomfortable.
"It also made me struggle to embarrass Simone"
"I guess so. That's why he told me to wait half an hour."
The Marquis does not evil either.
Linus was driven by the urge to smash this wrinkled face.
"Don't look like that, Count. You're ruining my manhood."
"... also for the night. Please hurry up."
Encourage the conversation, desperately calming the nerves caressed.
I'm kidding, but this sudden call is about right. Perhaps there was something we should have discussed promptly.
"I have nothing else to do. It's about your brother."
I guess, I thought.
Linus was incorporated into both the centralist and the famous. I have a lot to do with having a meeting with the Marquis, but there will be nothing but talk about Turius until he is beaten up this evening.
"What happened to you? I see it's over at the top."
At least, it looks that way in Linus's eyes.
Turius was deprived of the first slave, equal to his hands and feet, without skill to exchange. It is also befallen by a tattooed box called the Fall of the Earl's House. He has no political influence over the Wang capital and is also averse to it because of his notoriety, a box with the keys to a mechanism that can never be opened.
Things are carried exactly as the Marquis had in mind.
So what does the Marquis still get sick of?
"Better than I thought. It didn't look good."
You know what, I leak my sigh.
"It's just the way it looks. I'm not that easy of a man to see in his own stomach. Therefore, Nico and her smile are stretched out on her face when her heart is not calm. That would be all."
From what Linus saw, Turius also had quite a blow. Indeed, even after returning to the reception venue, he had taken care of it with an unskilled smile. But there's nothing about it that makes him feel better. Still, laughing is, in other words, a first-rate strength of a fool's brother.
In short, a mask to insist that Ning Ro desperately does not mean enough to show anger or haste.
"Here! I'll take a good look. Are you brothers in a boulder?
"... please stop joking. Besides, the Marquis will be the only one who sees all this."
It is a man named Lavalle who has spent nearly twice as much time in his plot as Turius' life. I should have been able to understand that it was only a year of youth in politics, its vanity, and so on that I could take it into my hands.
"Well, of. But..."
It should be, but rarely did the Marquis cage his mouth.
It is common to say what you want to say in rough cases, or else to say what you want to say and say.
"How did you do that?
"... that kid. I did keep my eyes hidden from anger, bitterness and anxiety. I let hostility seep in. Your eyes say things as much as your mouth does, right? But..."
Saying, Lavalle strokes his beard with her hand.
"There was no stray."
"There's no stray, is there?
The Marquis glanced at the parrot's inquiry.
"Of course. My brother hung on to our measures and lost what seemed to be the most important hand pawn in his hand. So it would be the muscle to focus your thoughts on what to do in the future?
Exactly, if you ask me.
I will try to light up my own experience, which has been done to me by this old monster many times. When I realized I had been trapped, my thoughts should have turned to grasping the impact that was quickly extended and to good afterthought. And there will always be a patrol there - a stray. It is Lavalle's usual way of anticipating the stray and screwing in further measures.
But Turius knew his defeat, and immediately followed him, and wore a smiling mask without precipitation. It was partially manifested by the removal of the collar of the slave before it was demanded by Uncle Kartan.
Too much stray in action. It took a ploy that we weren't prepared to deal with at all. Linus roars when it is certainly not an ordinary reaction.
"I mean, is this what you want to say? There must still be something in Turius that will guide his actions even after he's embedded in this plot."
For example, a batter for salvage.
If so, you should not lose your way as soon as you realize defeat.
"That's the most likely interpretation."
The Marquis moaned.
"And his younger brother made himself a slave - let Miss Henrietta go herself and even let her take off her collar. In other words, it is unlikely that we are looking for a recapture. Then what else is there to think about... you know?
"... to escape the next trick, leaving the King's Capital before eating the stoop"
Linus answers groaning.
I wasn't kidding. There is no chance of putting the cloth stone in place for the murder of Turius. This is a good time to take a small group of people away from home. Yet if they get away here, they just happen to decide on a hole bear in Marlan on the periphery. When that happens, it is easy to predict that factional work will resume again and this time it will be more difficult to reach out.
And it was unexpected. The few exceptions that the devil who kills all those bought slaves from one end kept alive and always aside. It's the oldest ginseng, and you let me take care of it, and you cut it out, but you run away?
... would run away. At any rate, my position as a nobleman, and hence the lives that are protected by it, are at stake. No matter how good or strong it may be, at the earliest possible moment, one slave will not be able to tease you. Besides, if you try to get her back, it will be a dispute with Uncle Kartan. Ten eighty-nine, no. It will take time, too, on top of being a feud to be defeated. If we're cute, we don't do that in vain.
I won't waste it. That being said, was that his creed?
"If so, kid - my brother threatens to escape tomorrow too"
Cheng Cheng, that's the Marquis's fear, roar.
If there was indeed such a fear, it was a matter of urgency. Late at night, both that and the summons of the first night after the wedding will be natural. Aside from being comfortable and acceptable.
"Now let's also order the handlers to keep his surveillance close. I also censor letters in advance under my authority as the owner."
On the pretext of escape, it is easiest to justify a communication from a national licence. Sometimes the wheat harvest was close. If the people's attitude is disturbing at this time, and so forth, Turius will use it as a pretext to escape from the king's capital with joy. Even if it is pursued later, please rest assured that it has been resolved through discussion.
In order to prevent it, it is important that you, the superior, keep the letter with you and not let him read it.
Worst of all, there is a risk that the letter will be falsified, but you should always keep an eye on him and refrain from all when and with whom you have met. That way I can poke at its origin where I took the letter out.
Lavalle seemed to agree.
"I guess that's a good idea. Turn those who have grown to work in the shadows."
"... help, I think."
Hiding his abominable thoughts, Linus bowed his head. It is not very welcome to invite Marquis' secret detectives into the Mansion. But if that's how we could hunt down Turius, it wouldn't have been a reason to hesitate.
"Well, we'll see what happens later."
"Ha. I will necessarily prolong his stay and hold him until his next hand is hit"
Stopping Turius, he explores Marulan in the gap, sets a separation between the factions under construction, and shoots further measures into the man who kept him in the king's capital.
It is out of calculation that the presence of that puppeted maid is unlikely to even be shackled, but things were going pretty much the way they wanted.
Henrietta Paula Caltan. No, [Uni the Silver Wolf].
Adventurers such as The Green Corps, who had previously sent them to investigate, had reported that they were no longer a threat, etc., but they did not know how far they could trust them. He is a monster who survived eleven long years while still beside that [Slave Killer] with his collar in place at all costs. You will know enough of the technique of obeisance. Those basin darkers must have been duped.
In perpetuity, the majority of Turius' shady work would have been performed by that woman in ten and eighty-nine years, and Linus can tell to some extent that the two named adventurers are extraordinarily powerful.
It's better if they just take it away from you. After that, you can cook carefully the prey that lost its wings and isolated it on enemy land.
Linus gets drunk on the hunch of victory so as to clear up the depression he was watered on the first night.
It's just...
"... trying not to be alarmed"
Lavalle's last leaked whine left a flaw in its intoxication.
Time goes around slightly.
At the end of the banquet seat, a large group of guests followed the mansion, and those who stay will meet each other by the time they pull up to the room.
Turius was turning back to the room at about the same time as the end of the reception.
And he fishes in the luggage of his journey support and is immersed in some sort of work. To the impatient pressure felt from its back, Dooe and Rubel kept silent for a while.
"... All right"
What Turius quickly assembled was a pedestal that received crystals. Luxuriously decorated with gold and silver, it also looked like a small altar where pagans hid their eyes and offered their worship.
The identity is a magic guide costume for long-distance communication.
Although such costumes are inherently stretched relative to the distance used for communication, they are small and increase performance without sparing expensive materials. On top of that, it was a replacement that made it possible to dismantle it and plant it in the luggage of the travel bag. It is identical to the last monster hunt, as well as the one I gave to Dry who went to the inside raid of the elves.
Last time I spoke to the Marlan County Underground Lab from outside the country. This time in the same country, there will be no communication problems at all.
"From the master, respond to the center. Repeat. From the master, I hope to respond to the center."
"... this is Central, Opus 03. Communication sensitivity, extremely good. Full instructions, my lord. '
A crystal with a surgical formula vibrates and echoes the voice of Dry's response in the room. Regardless, the junction was already stretched so that it wouldn't leak outside.
Turius sends the command to Dry, who is on the other side of the comm, not even Nicole.
"There's an emergency, issue Plan D. The Opus series mobilize all of that. Over."
"Plan D......"
Dry breathed. What he uttered was the most radical example of an operation, among the plans he had formulated beforehand. Even dry, which is flat by smashing one round inside the elf, is enough to learn a slight resistance.
Turius also gave his life until he mobilized all of the "works".
"What's the recitation? 03"
'Ha, ha! Excuse me! Issue Plan D as an emergency occurs. Mobilize all of the Opus series to get to it. Over'
"Fine. So, any questions?
Turius, who gives orders lightly, was as cold as that uni was.
Corner to horn, proceed efficiently. Other than that, I have no idea.
It is such a mechanical and inhuman tone.
"I think mobilizing 04 is dangerous"
"Tell them I won't allow bad [eating out]. If you have to [look closely in the face], you can give the order."
'Got it. Otherwise I think 05 is too conspicuous?
"There is no problem with [the calumny]. Do something with [accessories] later."
Directive exchanged covert language in case of eavesdropping.
From what Doue saw, Turius did not seem to have lost his calm.
Except he's calmly mad. Otherwise, Turius Shrounan Ovenil is the one who can't say anything about mobilizing all of the Opus series. Because there can also be interference between Linus and the Marquis in Marran, where we are away.
Even if Viktor and the mass-produced "products" deal with it, it is a choice that Turius would never take.
"Any other questions?
'... at the end. What about [Road Bank] assistance to us?
"No. That's why I said it was an emergency first. Do all of the [Itinerary] on your own, as you've always done."
"Holy crap......!? Oh, no, excuse me...... Command, I accept everything. Opus 03 necessarily executes its orders. Over '
"Expect. Over."
Without even a word to consider the dry that gave him a peek at the upset, Turius finished his communication.
Definitely, it's irritating.
It couldn't have been the usual Turius not to pinch a word of lightness in his conversation with his men.
Dismantling the courtesy and storing it in the bag again. Mainly, Dooe spoke up.
"Are you sure you want to do this, my husband?
"You would have heard the comms, wouldn't you?
The customer replied without stopping her hand.
It is the same voice that cuts cold as when communicating.
"Is it okay to leave the chief maid alone? Sucks, you get caught up in this, don't you?
Rubel also expressed his fear.
Plan D - The toughest proposal for an escape plan was such a dangerous means that if you do poorly, you could eat the winding up to the uni pulled away from Turius.
But there was no answer from the LORD.
"... so?
It is a cold voice, not to say what is wrong with it.
Dooey can't even contain the cutthroat of blood on his head for this.
"You......!
A foot stepped out unconsciously stopped perfectly and unnaturally.
It's a surgically ordered order. No matter how disgusting and hateful you may be, you can't raise your hands primarily.
The effect is thus still being fully exerted.
"Uni, that woman... didn't she devote herself to you more than anyone...!?
I say that to squeeze it out. I couldn't help but say.
Dooey doesn't like uni. Given the madness of who you are with the Lord, you will fall into the category of Ning Lo haters. But still, I knew that she had continued to give her loyalty to her husband with all her might, even giving her life. With that in mind, I cannot forbid sympathy for being pulled away from Turius and even let go of himself.
Yet Teng himself, who tailored her to that point of existence,
"Right. But that's it?
I didn't even look like I was going to, so I said so.
"Ning Lo, she wouldn't want to be the shackle of my escape, would she?
"If he's ever...!
But now she is largely abandoned. He is a wretched daughter who was disturbed, cried, and taken away from her without being able to do anything.
Will such a daughter die for the Lord as she has always done?
Not to mention that the surgery that was performed on her was of the same generation as Dooe's. Just removing the rebellion and embedding obedience to the order, no other emotions are untouched. With Turius pulled away, it is utterly unclear what you think.
"Are you so worried about Uni? It wouldn't be weird if she could do something about it."
"Even if you're so upset, are you?
It is Rubel who says so.
Doue agrees. When it came to Uni's self-inflicted body, it was terrible. Haven't you been pulled by the old nobleman who went up as a magician without being able to resist? In that state, I'm suspicious if I can give half my usual strength as well. Still, you can handle this with one hand, but how far did you adapt to the confusion of Plan D.
"Now, you know... there's plenty of time until the decision, just to get some calm back. Eighty percent of the time, I think it's okay."
"Eighty percent...... well, there's a better chance of survival. But it's another matter of whether we can leave her like this, right?
"You said there was a risk of information leaking? That's what I'm worried about."
Turius slowly lowered his back to the chair provided when he finished cleaning out the courtesy.
"- I can't intentionally take actions that would be detrimental to my brain, which means I won't even open my mouth to torture. Then all I have to do is find out from Uni's own body what he did to me. But what can an alchemist in this country do? Even at the Galerin Academy of Magic, there was nothing wrong with it."
Galerin Academy of Magic Instruction. The magically involved study assumes that we will be on the cutting edge of the world, the demon cave of Zanktogaren. There's no way I could have grasped what I didn't know there in an old-fashioned survey of the Kingdom of Arquel.
"Even if I dissected it, I wouldn't know anything. Anyway, my brain surgery doesn't leave any traces that I can see. Because the brain is a delicate organ, and if it leaves a mark big enough to catch such an eye, something will interfere with its functioning. Not to mention the surgically scratched part of Uni's body, enough to heal the brain miso and facial wounds. Good verification. Then there's no clue left."
- First, there's Uncle Kartan, who got his beloved daughter back in the corner. He wouldn't agree with torture, let alone autopsy.
That's how Turius tied it.
... It was such a revulsion. Is this the mouth of my daughter, who has supported me so far, to talk about that future? This man told me that there was no problem even if he was separated. I didn't think I was equipped with a decent human being or anything, but I don't think so.
Even the cold-blooded Han Lubert belongs to a body that flaunts its face.
"... So you won't be moved from Your Excellency to recapture the chief maid?
"Oh, we don't move. Escape from the king's capital is our top priority now."
In the end, the conclusion was immobile.
Turius keeps himself deeply in the back of his chair.
"And if it's just you, you could come back to me later."
"A figure?"
I blink my eyes unexpectedly at the dialogue I was told to go out.
What are you talking about? Didn't I just tell you that Uncle Kartan just got his beloved daughter back?
"Rubel would know, wouldn't he?
"Well, you can read about this."
"Hey, you two alone figured out what I'm wondering. Say it right."
Seeking to do so, the two black bellies turned their eyes to Dooe, looking at the poorly made students together.
"We talked before the reception, didn't we? It's a political marriage."
Rubel says in a sigh.
"A noble nobleman in the King's Capital, made to hear what the Marquis of Lavalle has to say, he is so hostile to His Excellency Turius that he is not so close to Marlan as to be able to marry His Excellency instantly, extremely. Where do you think they are?
"I don't care what you say..."
This one is oblivious to noble common sense. Even if they ask me that, I can tell - no.
"- No way...!?
Okay. I get it.
Unexpectedly peeling Dooe, Turius applauded blankly with a face that seemed uninteresting.
"Discover. Yes... Uncle Kartan, that's him."
Indeed, Caltan was an earl who set up in the king's capital, and he listened honestly to what Lavalle had said. I hate Turius furiously as the man who used to enslave his daughter, so inviting him to Marlan would never come. Most importantly, his daughter is a uni. I can go home under Turius, and when I do, I'll happily respond to the marriage - maybe.
In fact, I would see it as a ploy to control Turius' death and postpone it as much as I could. But in the meantime, if you smell the right daughter marrying Turius, etc., it's also dangerous. If I was enough to be someone else's son-in-law, I could have thought of myself - that way.
But...
"That Count, you want to talk about that?
That's where I doubt it. Pass the lovely, lovely parting daughter, more so to Turius? Unless it doesn't mean that Uncle Kartan's claim was actually cod, it seems unlikely.
"If so, then this story..."
"No, maybe, but what the Count said is true."
The speculation that floated behind Dooe's brain was denied under a word.
says Turius.
"I bought her because I was physically a nobleman or an equivalent, and above all because of my high magic. If you narrow down the black-haired green-eyed girls of your age in it, perhaps only Miss Henrietta Paula Cartan in the matter would apply"
"... I mean, you, you never cared about Uni's forehistory before?
"Yeah, because all I was interested in was her performance. Besides, at the time, Uni also had a lot of terrible eyes and confused memories. So I haven't had many chances to hear who that kid is. Maybe Uni himself still hasn't remembered what it was like when he was Henrietta?
Therefore, I do not believe that Count Mirage would be involved in such a story.
But Rubel shook his head to the side.
"Ride, no. You'll be able to give me a ride. Definitely."
"I'm sure of it. On what grounds?"
"The Kartan family is a house that was originally exchanged in a generation by that Pierre Simon Kartan uncle. The territory given is too small compared to the personality. It's a new nobleman, so there was no land in the country to give it. … that is, a centralist, hostile to the local nobility with the Great Seal from the beginning"
This means that what lies between Caltan and the Marquis de Lavalle is not just an intimacy, but a political connection.
"In addition, if I may say so, his house is a shallow rise in the history of his generation, even with an example scandal in the past, which is also the beginning of this case. Even a centralist would have a narrow shoulder. What if Marquis Lavalle, the leader of the faction, told me to give my daughter away for marriage?... I can't say no. Wouldn't you?
It is Turius who says so.
Sure, I can't say no if the house matters. In the first place, I thought about having a concubine to keep my own blood muscles and keep my house. I indulged in a woman named Annamarie, who is the mother of Uni, because from the beginning fire play wasn't what I was looking for, it was just a theory of results. It would be painful to think of my daughter who got her corner back, but she would eventually offer it with the thought of a severance.
Besides, as Lavalle, if you're going to feed the plot as well, you should choose someone you don't spare cutting it off. If, as speculated, Uncle Kartan is also less vocal within the faction, he will sacrifice this first. Other comrades will be aristocrats of houses with both history and format, and even if they are made to listen to orders and hard for that matter, the obstacles that follow are enormous.
"Because of the power I used to get my daughter back, I'm going to put her back where she belongs.... It's a stupid story, not at all"
Turius reputed to throw up.
It's definitely a stupid story. It is also a story of no salvation.
Perhaps Lavalle will try to wrap up the story while he is in the king's capital in order to put a bell around Turius' neck. Given that, it shouldn't have taken me a month to do it.
Parent-child reunion in the corner is also the dream of foam.
"Besides, it would be a ferocity report for the Count personally, but it would be good news for your house called the Count Caltan House. According to my uncle, she was born shortly after her."
Rubel is referring to the boy he made with that fearful wife, Josephine. He is an old child after forty years of each other. I don't know how you grew up, but that's what I heard in that silly long story. If he dies prematurely or has any flaws, he should also be speaking to emphasize the legitimacy of getting Uni back. That it didn't even get to the edge of his mouth probably means he's growing up safe.
"Oh. When she gets back there, it's the seed of your house commotion. So the husbands and the rabbits and the people around them will rush to get rid of the uni. If you do poorly, you will enter her son-in-law and take over your house, because there will be as many men out there who will be looking for you."
Besides the beauty of the earl, the beauty of the world arrives at the seat of the twig. For a young nobleman, he would want the status of son-in-law enough to get his hands out of his throat.
"Until then, there is no place for the aristocracy there, with its territory far away, so that it cannot be rubbed by the division of the estate. For example, at the end of the kingdom, I do the Viscount, with a man who doesn't even know his daughter better."
Especially if she's not a proper wife who tried to deport her, she won't stop looking for it.
"... it does look like a good thing, except for the Count. But now, can we get Uni back to you? What are you going to do with the cornered heirloom knife and put it right back in its original sheath?"
That's where Doue wonders. Though Turius gets chased by some annoying things, doesn't he end up losing his pawn?
But Turius denies it.
"When that happens, Uni will truly be the heirloom's sword. It won't fall out easily."
"What? What do you mean?
"Don't you see? Coming to Marlan after this history is uni and not uni. I'm Henrietta Paula Cultan, the Count's maid. Try to make him fight like he always has. If Uncle Kartan found out, he'd be as angry as a blaze and press for separation. No, before that..."
Rubel took over Turius's explanation.
"- Your Lordship's position blows away for arrowing the woman to protect. There are many noble adventurers, but it's unprecedented for a married woman to do it. Not to mention that if it were to be ordered by my husband, the damage to reputation is not the ratio of human experimentation to slavery. That's what you'll be discredited for, brother, until it's enough for you to impeach your Excellency."
Cheng Cheng, it was indeed the heirloom's sword. No matter how well it cuts, it is a sword that will never fall out. If you can't pull it out, you can't kill yourself.
This is why the jokers who have been so scattered and helpful are turning into babas who pull their legs off.
As far as completion is concerned, the use of Uni will now be limited to the degree of alchemy assistant.
"Besides, there's nothing to wait for until I use Uni. Reputation should be sympathetic to the uncle who offered his daughter a new reunion. Using it, you won't be foolish even if it's a complaint without roots or leaves. For example, are you being taken lightly in the house to be a former slave, or have you been forced to do something strange? If you even stand up to such rumors, it will be an excuse for Uncle Kartan to intervene"
Which way Uni will be used as a pawn to drive Turius further.
I felt bad about my chest.
Again, speaking of that crazy woman - no, knowing that she loves the Lord as much as she loves her madness makes me feel overwhelmed to hear this story.
"... that's terrible. If this gets into Uni's ear, he could kill himself instantly."
"I can't. If you commit suicide, your motives will be used to attack me. [M] Anyway, it's a night's return from a slave to a nobleman's maid. I can't believe I cut my own life in such a blessing of luck when I was a slave. The treatment was causing my heart to break, or so it would seem. That's what a legitimate nobleman thinks. If Uni is smart, no matter how weak he is, he can see it."
It's really bad.
I didn't know even dying was an unacceptable situation.
"When this happens, Plan D is also a mercy to her."
That's what Rubel says about smudging.
"It's about that chief maid. If your very existence is to the detriment of your Lordship, you may be untrained at the earliest. In the midst of the catastrophe that will come, you will not be suspected of suicide if you lose your life."
"Well..."
The exhalation leaked with the answer contained a pale and slightly damp object.
I don't know why you don't have anything to think about the oldest handkerchief who gave himself up.
The look on his face does not seem as angry or anxious as it was earlier, but also as distressing. Would that have been merely a dooye's desire?
Even so, it doesn't make any difference that Turius's conclusions are not busy. To escape, and to give the fallen followers a chance to self-determination, we call upon this capital of kings to wreak havoc.
……
(... hey, wait?
Two, Dooey noticed.
Was there anything wrong with Turius' words?
If you run Plan D, Uni dies. She dies in her own hands.
What did this man say earlier, talking about it like it was a predetermined thing?
- Eighty percent of the time, I think it's okay.
Eighty percent.
That's the survival rate of the uni, after plan D was activated.
Even though I said something that would definitely kill you if you gave me a situation where I didn't suspect you.
... Why? Why do you say such inconsistencies?
"... Hey, your husband"
"Oh, have you noticed?
Turius smiles at the questioning douhe.
When he returned to this room with a grumpy face, he began to laugh.
The usual ominous smile, soft at first glance, yet fruitless and unscrupulous.
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