Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

The day began as a bitter day for the Marquis of Lavalle.

"I'm in trouble, my Marquis. I didn't know you'd make a scene at a time like this."

"Dear Left, Dear Left. Folds of growing discontent among the civilian population. Now is a good time to fail the people who depend on the region."

"And yet, the newcomer to our sect, intervening in the conflict in his house... Hmm?

Talking room at the Marquis Mansion. So the guests surrounding the table verbally reprimand Lavalle for his negligence. On the table, a cup with all its shapes and mouths was lined with cold tea.

aristocracy belonging to the centralists. It is a meeting of those who occupy its prime place among them.

Their exclusive topic was still yesterday's trial - the ruling that Count Caltan's bastard, who was discovered earlier, was in fact merely a slave.

The beginning of the matter lies in the ploy devised by Lavalle in response to the request of Linus, Count of Ovenil.

Turius, brother of Linus, who permanently drowned in alchemy and slaughtered another insane number of slaves. A plot to gain the status of its nearest female slave in order to restrain his actions and explore excuses for exclusion. Lavalle knew from a woman who had protected herself with a thing a few years ago and ensured that she would be the seed of some measure - Annamarie, the former concubine of Uncle Kartan - that the female slave was the common son of Uncle Kartan. I used it and, under the great nickname of the retrieval of the Countess, let Turius offer me the figure of a female slave… the result is this:

Uncle Kartan was blinded by the beauty of the female slave, and was stigmatized for looting until he stated falsely that he was his own child, and hiding.

Although he was an emerging nobleman and close to his last seat within the faction, it came to pass, even if something high up called the Count would lose his legs.

The nobles gathered at this meeting are pursuing their responsibilities towards Lavalle.

One of the aristocrats in the row sipped a cold cup of tea with a sinister face and opened his damp mouth.

"Well, it's a good idea to help Uncle Ovenil. But I was wondering if I could see any difference."

"Ranri!

hitchhiking, another nobleman kicks up a chair and speaks.

"To put it further, I'm not too good at making Uncle Kartan stock for Hou's plan! If my uncle was pushed into hiding at the end of it, nothing!

"... this is something different"

Lavalle turned off his mouth fire as he smiled.

My stomach is boiled with bellyful thoughts, but I don't show it in any way to my complexion. If you show it, you may be questioned about your instrumentality as the leader of the faction as being upset.

"Non doesn't remember scorning Uncle Kartan for conspiracy. For one thing, do you think it was your own fault that the court gave you the shack of hiding?

"Be careful what you say!

"Ho."

I guess they thought it was an escape. No, Lavalle's words are rightly misstated.

Count Maeban is the one who will be questioning you in a more intense tone than before. He was a magnificent man and a nobleman of high rank. Daimyo, I guess it's an abdominal desire to take the initiative within the faction away from the old Marquis here and stand on his own as a leader.

But if we allow it with one defect, Lavalle would never have been whispered that he was a monster or a sleeper in the alley.

"In the meantime, it was the neglect of control in the house that caused Uncle Kartan to take the blame, but it was the accident. Though he did reward his uncle for his daughter, who was similar to his living son, whom his lord had always searched for, it was unthinkable that he would take him away with falsehood and falsehood when he saw others in red."

"So you say all responsibility lies with Pierre Simon Cultan?

What I say with my nose ringing like a little fool is Count Langogne. He is a young man in his mid-thirties and a youth nobleman who does not hide his pride in his talent. Having had bitter experiences many times before the wall of merit, he also had no doubt that he was planning to chase Awabari Lavalle down through his temper with Uncle Maeban.

"Isn't that right?

"Oh my God."

Everyone in the throne sniffles at Lavalle, who has not shifted the blame on his face.

But the next statement changed the air.

"... don't you think it's sad, Sir? I didn't know that the righteous man who shared his mind with us and discussed the heavenly kingdom was hiding his disturbed nature from Master Shih."

"Mm..."

"Be careful not to trample upon your predecessors, Uncle Kartan. See?"

Some of the seats solidify with pissilli.

In the name of the centralists, the nobles who have been corrupt in gathering power. How many amongst them is an abnegation who can wear glory and not fatten his own lust? As a faction leader, it is unacceptable to behave like a bad precedent Kartan.

Marquis Lavalle's words were a warning phrase containing those intentions.

"Ha, ha. This is... tough words."

Uncle Langogne strikes and changes to flicker the bitterness with which the colour of the follow seeps.

He is young even in his seat. In other words, for that matter, the English spirit is sufficient, and the willingness to do things is booming. In fact, Lavalle also knew that he was hiding behind his wife and picking a few low-status women.

"... Your Excellency the Marquis is joking too. We, the royal clan screens, such..."

Uncle Meerban, who says he is outraged, but whose tongue is clearly dull compared to earlier.

This Mistress, unlike Uncle Langogne, is past fifty paths. It is not an impossible year to surround many concubines, but nevertheless, from time to time, he says, he may sit with a woman of high colour town.

Although Lavalle himself is a gorgeous interlocutor who does not seem to be in old age, there is no one who points it out to a single man. He pokes a snake out of it and fears that it will bite back only for what he pokes.

In short, it is well known that no one knows more about the dark circumstances behind the lords than this old connoisseur.

If you disobey, or show a gap, an intimidation that instantly rattles it flies.

In the case of Uncle Kartan in the fold, the palace is hypersensitive to the wind discipline of the nobles. It is not so difficult to put some of the great nobles in a convenient situation if those around Lavalle poke it around.

"No, no, especially what Hou says. We know it's time to correct our collar because we've got dishonourable things coming out of one party."

Uncle Chamberlain is the man who turns to Lavalle's side while hiding his unafraid eyesight with a look on his face. I once had a background in saddling from a decentralized faction, and I am still an inedible opponent of totalitarian factions.

Did you see this occasion as a favor to Lavalle, or are you willing to sell favors by defending it with a high voice? In any case, there was no loophole.

"Sure..."

"Should we tighten ourselves up so that the countrymen on the border can't get into it?"

Following Chamberi, several nobles state that they will be in tune with Lavalle.

For one thing, the voice questioning the Marquis about this judicial disturbance showed signs of quiet.

(Though... it's not a distracting situation)

Lavalle sighs at his numerous gazes.

A centralist who calls himself the king's loyal minister, and whose reality is nothing more than a coalition of profitable nobles. There were no examples of slaves trying to compensate for the small amount of their own possession with the authority of the palace. Chamberlain, a turner, would be a good example of this.

Now if Lavalle, the flag-wielder, could see a curse, he would take it immediately and take it away from him.

There is only one intention that can be read from the look on the faces of those people.

- Not yet, it's early.

It's not a bad idea to try to chase them down if there's a gap, but Lavalle still has enough leeway to restrain the full aristocrats. Then let's not rush this place down......

Such a painting looked like it was in my hand.

(... Hmm. Medium chest, you know, the lads)

It was as abominable as it was to Lavalle. The flaws he suffered in this commotion are not deep enough to say fatal, but not even shallow enough to be able to plunder wounds and strong valves. It is an unexpected pain in the burns sustained in its fire play as it takes in the Count Ovenil family, which has not been long since our Lord's change.

For some time before this, it was necessary to tighten up the self-righteous aristocracy, which held an affront to itself in this matter.

Neither is the centralist a single rock. A young man in charge of momentum, centered on Langogne, a hardliner looking to rapidly expand power, typical of Meerban. Bats selling festivities here and there like the Chamberlains...... not called on this occasion, neither do newcomers and non-mainstream such as Linus Ovenil know how to move. There are also people in there who are paranoid, called extremists, who use strength rather than power schemes - and who do not quit to launch armed protests. We need to repair this crack quickly so they don't leave Lavalle's control.

(It's still early - but let's think. But think about it. It's not premature, it's too late.)

It was not yesterday that Lavalle engaged the nobles on the subject of centralisation and created a faction that would arm itself with the leading lords. It was that time when Uncle Meervan, with a rough nose, was a sleeping piss-dripping lad, who secretly plotted and dazzled the eyes of the General Phase, who had often sifted through power, devoting less than half a century of his life to gradually establishing himself.

Yes, all for the future of this country...

Fifty years ago, there was a war.

Elpis-Roane - or the border land known as Elps-Rottlergen. It is a battle between the kingdoms of Arquelle and the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren, which fought over land supposedly buried with abundant iron ore.

A certain hilly area that had become an ambiguity of belonging due to the repeated controversy over the enactment of the border line. There the Zanktogaren side built the fort with a view to the fait accompli of possession. That's the beginning of this battle. There was one nobleman who took part in the war.

The three sons of the Marquis Lavalle family, Georges Henri Lavalle - is the Marquis of Lavalle on a young day.

On the day he lived, he was burning with his martial arts and ambitions. Anger at the unilateral acts of aggression of the barbarians of the East and their ambition to prosper and prosper. In the midst of mingling with his father's famous elder brother's army for a battlefield, his eyes glimpsed himself grasping victory and glory.

In fact, there was a loud voice in the reputation at the time in favour of the Kingdom of Arquelle, as it would bolster his optimism. The provocative behaviour on the part of Zanktogaren is the arbitrariness of an ambitious one-sided border uncle, who obviously lacks an array of footprints. The incident in which a bubble-eating diplomat was sent by Galerin to apologize to the court of Brosenne, where the king issued his touches, was also a source of laughter at the time.

We are soldiers orbiting our anger at the invaders, against whom the enemy is nothing but a weak soldier driven by desire and preservation - in the country, everyone believed so.

But the hunch of victory was to be crushed in the worst possible way.

of the Royal Army of Arquel, in the form of a record great defeat.

The Federation of Zanktogaren, which was to be placed in a situation of numerical disadvantage as a result of delays in mobilisation, dared to carry out unshakeable night raids in the fighting. What a heavenly dispensation this is, the ambush troops dived through the sentinel line intact and struck directly at the main camp of the Arquelle army.

The kingdoms, badly mobilized, were in the midst of a hustle and bustle over the chain of command. There he was cut to death by a mad enemy soldier. Needless to say, the Royal Army went into havoc. He was comfortable with the soldiers, and he was forced to pay for the wars he was fighting on the battlefield.

The Royal Army of Arquelle, which was overnight and stroked the head of the army, had lost its organizational resistance by joining forces. After that, he is still being chased by the Zanktogaren soldiers who ring plagiarism.

"The Kingdom of Arquelle, with Elpis-Roane as a hunting ground."

was the word of a spectator martial officer of the neighboring kingdom of Marlbearer who separated the strait. His martial arts officer was also involved in a night raid because he was with the Arquelle army, saying he threw up like that while hanging a tendon cut arm in a field hospital with a towel.

As a result, the humiliating Treaty of Reconciliation had erased the vague border line that had divided the province permanently, and the Algerian province of Elpis-Roane had also been lost from the map. Conversely, the Elps-Rottlergen border of the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren will take the form of a return to the long lost western half.

The territory was not the only one that the Kingdom of Arquelle had lost. Many of the aristocrats who served, especially the nobles who merely contended for the precedence of the conscription, lost their lords or grandchildren. Naturally, I didn't want revenge after the war, nor did I raise my voice, but then who takes the tone of that rematch? Someone whispers so no, or the marquis begins and ends a political dispute over the right of initiative.

Lavalle, who had missed his eldest brother to death and had himself returned home wounded by war, despaired of the sight.

Several heads each erode the national territory as they please and fatten themselves up. Nobody realizes the danger because of the richness of the land.

How can you imitate that in a swallow? On a young day he moaned. Zanktogaren, driven by the surplus, may go west as it is and go for Brosenne. There is also the fear that that cunning Marlbearer will plunder the land behind him over the strait.

In fact, Zanktogaren feared for Tai Dae's ills, converted the borderline uncle of the matter to blame for arbitrariness, and Marlbearer moved around the Wah in an effort to balance forces, but that was only fortunate during his misfortune. If one gear went insane, Elpis-Roane would have even threatened to suffer the scourge of war as well as the border, even the King's capital.

Even so, the royal clanscape nobles only have their place and their own territorial relief in mind.

As it is, this country will not be able to do so - as long as only possession is considered heavenly and nobles who only think of the kingdom as food spreads.

When he thought of it that way, Georges Henri Lavalle was reborn. From the noble Master Cao to the Shifu of the Worried Country. Or to a rare conspirator.

What he had begun to do was sue the four righteous men to his concubine's second brother. My eldest brother, who was seen as my father's successor, died in battle. Four men use this as an odd evil to send their second brother, the son of their concubine, to assault after their father. Embarrassed by his appearance of moaning at the wounds of war, he succeeded in letting his second brother kill four men properly - taking witnesses on his feet to sue his father for the sins of his second brother. The second son of the concubine is ambitious, and he is aiming for the throne of the Lord to harm his righteous brother. The next day, my father ordered his second brother to make his own dictatorship. This is to keep the disturbances in the house from appearing on the table.

Thus Georges gained the seat of the next Lord of the Marquis of Lavalle, as he saw fit. Thereafter, becoming Marquis Lavalle, he will strive to strengthen the kingdom's institutions with the power of the great nobility and numerous conspiracies.

I never stood first like a prime minister or a minister in every province. Because it was more efficient to lend a hand to their inauguration and sell favors and manipulate them behind. He waved his spicy arm as the mastermind of court politics and rowed into the realization of many policies. Expansion of the Kingsguard Knights, strengthening of relations with the Omnian Empire, a religious authority, redevelopment of the western border and development of the Oriental Fortress line. In order to investigate the military capabilities of other countries and strengthen their own national capabilities, he even instituted a system to facilitate young people wishing to study at the Magic Academy of Zanktogaren, an enemy of uncertainty, under the beautiful name of bilateral reconciliation. In parallel, they cut down the leading players in the region and organized centralists as opposing forces.

All of that is for the future of this country. To immortalize the Arquelle kingdom, the exquisite fatherland of the Itucella continent, the beautiful country - the land and the land of art….

After a long retrospective in a short time, Marquis Lavalle returned his point of view to reality.

The meeting of the centralists held under the title of the Tea Talk Party is still ongoing.

(I don't want to. I didn't know that being nostalgic would delay the thought of being old... and not benefiting from the mundane applause)

No matter what, I don't even give you that kind of patrol. If you look at the decay coming from aging and so on, there are people here who are happy to chase you down and send you to the cauldron.

"Well, brothers. Here's some tea and drinks too... you want me to get down to business?

Yes. When Lavalle cut the fire, the surrounding aristocrats uniformly slightly humbled themselves. Because I cleaned up the liability issue of Uncle Kartan's leg loss with "tea and drink". Those who were plotting to pull Lavalle down on this occasion will be beloved, but it is also certain that this old man still has enough strength to allow it.

Therefore they tend reluctantly. To 'the point' that Lavalle talks about.

He continued as he was satisfied with what had been accomplished.

"Sir Turius Ovenil, the Viscount of Marlan, who was able to exchange his predecessors Uncle Cultan..."

"... have you been able to exchange Uncle Kartan?"

It was Uncle Langogne who parroted them to make tea. In the dark, there will be one more person who has been intercepted, I see. But Lavalle went on without fitting.

"- That young man, there are a lot of good rumors, but he looks quite brilliant. The stand of the valve in the trial is also medium…"

"You think there are other sights besides the manipulation? To that [Slave Killer]."

Uncle Meerban tells the story of contempt. For the most part, it was as if he were going to heal his belly by saying evil things about Turius, who had fed him a cup, to his belly, after his pursuit of Lavalle was over.

"Speaking of which,"

and one Viscount who was in the last seat speaks.

"In his possession of Jen, he started operating Copper Mountain or something?

"Ho? I just went last year, is that it?

Uncle Chamberlain eats brilliantly. Lavalle laughed all over his chest, saying that he seemed to be the one who wanted it deeply and was vulnerable to copper odors. I think it's more like a bat than a lured by sweet water, but it's still fluorescent.

"Dear Left, you seem to be doing well in your internal affairs. I thought this was better than before, but, you see, this is a copy of the book."

When he had anticipated the meeting and arranged the documents on his desk, all the nobles around him examined it.

"Well, this is!

"Ko, this wheat harvest was...... this as soon as the Viscount went, even though he said it was lacking in annual tribute until the previous year!?

"Doesn't the policeman seem to see it differently?... Marquis Lavalle, are you in charge of us now?

dramatic, and expected, reaction. Marquis Lavalle laughs damned.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Another hand from a friend of mine in the courtroom said he was still getting a heartbeat. No, don't you think that's a big deal?

The result of the reign raised by Turius in Marlan was enough to make Lavalle look good. The southeastern border of the kingdom, a remote place where even adventurers do not lean from the lack of fruitfulness. Such abandoned land was restored and shown in a year.

Regardless, there will also be help such as the concealer Viktor, who sent in the intermediate, but that is not the case for the wheat harvest. Turius provided allowances for agricultural land prior to the ministerial invitation at times. I don't even have a busy staff, I should have been there alone. Given that, it could be described as an exceptional arm of agriculture.

"I'm a young man with all this talent. In other words, last year, his brother had a friendship with the others. I don't want to be unobstructed... but I still have a reputation."

"I still can't hold you in, [Slave-Killing] is"

"It would be natural. The whole house is out of control, and Kartan's neck just flew out because of the wind disorder?

"In the first place, there are rumors that you are unfriendly with that brother... hey?

As soon as Lavalle said sparingly, Meervan and Rangogne and others show difficulty in tune. For them, Turius' performance is certainly appealing, but the interpretation is chicken ribs. It's not commensurate with the risk you take. Young people in charge of the centralist ancient ginseng and the next generation - for the aristocrats in position, it was somewhat difficult to stretch their forefingers.

But some nobles are blunting their eyes.

"In other words, His Excellency the Marquis cannot decide at first sight what to do with the Viscount..."

"It's a shame, indeed. This much talent."

Someone relatively new and speechless, typical of Chamberlain. I want people who are young, single and have the power to cheer themselves on for this kind of accommodation so much that they can get their hands out of their throats. I want the kung fu of taking in this talent through ancient ginseng that gives some width and young people who inherited their parents' garment bowls to occupy positions within the faction. I guess even though I'm already thinking of picking the revenue that goes up from Marlan through the awkward Turius.

(Knock, dance, dance, hiyoko. Be attracted to sweet honey and fly around like no other)

The Marquis laughs in his heart.

Marlan and his lord Turius, who seek to rapidly rebuild and develop. It is easy to read, such as the thoughts of those who are fascinated by them.

It would be first and foremost the faces of the relatives' daughters that are circling in their heads. I manage to make a connection with Turius and send my blood daughter to his side. Using marriage to tie up the Viscount and try to get a share of the interest under the authority of a cousin......

The abdominal proposal to put a bell on Turius' neck through marriage was still a valid object in Lavalle. The measures to use the first candidate, Kartan, and the daughter of the living have been crushed, but a slight change in makeup will still make sense. No, I could also say that this one is more effective as the bride has no smell.

And if anything passes with Turius as per the prospect... we'll cut them off immediately.

I have no intention of welcoming Turius to Lavalle more voluntarily than before. No matter how capable you are, that young man is too dangerous. In the past, the sour nose was more difficult to read than before, such as creating a commotion like this one in order to regain one slave. I couldn't be generous enough to leave such a dangerous person alone in the wild.

Nor has he taught the sitting one, but Turius even moves to make his own valves. It would also be an excuse to arrest Chamberi and others for making disturbing moves if they did not know about it or tied it to Turius in a detour.

Regardless, if you are guilty of mischievous innocence, rejection can provoke a real rebellion. but that's only if you're on your own territory, too. While you're in this king's capital, there's a way you can push it in. And Turius' factional work remains halfway.

... By now, that young builder will be making a leap, trying to get back to Marlan for some reason. To escape Lavalle's conspiracy, and to form an unfinished faction of its own. What would happen if the nobles who were given information about him today and blinded by the flavor of Marulan found out about it?

Perhaps he should manage to retain it in the king's capital and rush for an edge. Without even knowing that it suits Lavalle's intentions.

A disturbing member of an autonomous faction only spontaneously has a kinship with Turius and disposes of it in unison. That was Lavalle's two measures that were broken by one measure.

(It is not a nobleman's behavior, such as being able to put chicken ribs in his own mouth. Using it as bait and hunting lured beasts is your breed's preference...)

With such a hidden thought, Lavalle opens her mouth with an airy look.

"You're a young man who can't decide how to treat you, Lord Turius... what do you think, lords? This time, I'd like to try again next time."

"... as far as I'm concerned, I don't have to wait for the next time to decide my opinion."

and Langogne, who openly says the opposite as expected.

"I don't know about that. The possession of the person in question is close to the border, albeit separated by mountain forests. How do you deal with that… seems like a prudent case, Marquis?

Uncle Meerban has also known Lavalle for a long time on boulders. I guess you feel a conspirator, also known as a monster, concealing some intent. I avoided making explicit remarks while turning the general theory into a smokescreen.

Uncle Chamberlain says nothing. As he manifests the hindsight he holds.

... Thus, as for the great muscle, the meeting of the day closed as Lavalle wished.

It was the day when the curtain opened as a bitter day, but the aftertaste is likely to end rather than bad. I stroke one chest down on that thought.

I really wish it had been true.

It was an extraordinary day.

The weather is stunning autumnal and sunny, with a refreshing early autumn breeze that includes the remnants of summer. The ladies on the road withstood the coolness in the guise of feathers, and the working artisans welcomed the arrival of the season, which was easy to spend. It is such a common early autumn day.

Nicola had also set up campus on the Tsuji of the market that day, putting out her finesse in the sketching of her passers-by.

He was an unsold painter. Though he was raw as a merchant's third son, it is not a bright translation of the count or a valve to stand. Realizing that he had no business talent, he leaves his house on the occasion of his brother's succession to his father's roommate and finds his way to life on the path of art. But that didn't work either. Poorly spoken, he doesn't even get to introduce himself to the authority of that path, and thus lives a life of sketching and mouth pasting on the street. A commonplace third-rate painter, accustomed to the waters of the capital of art, Brossenne, but never reaching its upstream. That's him.

"Ha..."

Nicola exhales blue when she looks up. The evening was imminent and the guests' feet were beginning to turn away. It is time to punish the sign. There are four customers today. One of them has sporadically scolded the creation of the finished painting, stomping down the price. I've managed to earn a lot of money for dinner. Last month, I was in arrears on rent for the previous month and the rental house. I want to make a little more money thinking about it, but when the sun tilts, the bad guys start wandering around, too. I can't even look at it when I get tangled up in a chimp and scared off the place.

With a feeling of depression, he begins to clean up the picture material. Nicola is no better at drawing people than she was. What you get is landscape painting exclusively. That's what I can't sell, so I'm stuck in sketches that I don't think are suitable for me.

"How long will it last, this..."

I ask myself that, but the answer is yes. Until it sells or dies. There is no other way for him to earn a living, except for his poor business, thin body, and clumsy fingers to hold a brush. One day someone will admit it, and it will be a thin and sweet fantasy, and the day will come when they will set up a portrait of the old man.

I couldn't help but drink it when I thought about it. The only way to mislead your anxiety about life and forget your distrust of talent is with alcohol. You can only escape a lifetime when you are drunk and have no dreams or present.

Thus he rolls out to the liquor store even today.

Towards him is a drinker at the corner of the street. There's no reason why the special drinks taste good or produce good food, but the drinks are affordable. Most importantly, I feel good about my billboard daughter. That's where I liked it the most.

"Welcome.... Oh, Nicolas."

When I dived into the swing door wooden door, my daughter greeted me with love. I don't even look bad at Nicola, a poorly paid customer, a daughter I've made.

He also makes a giggle and replies.

"Hi, Chloe. I'll take the usual today."

"Yes. Yale and intestine, right?

Among the menus in this store, it was a cheap combination. That's what Nicolas always orders. The familiar regular customer, etc. laughs that it's a wild order like the Zanktogaren, but that's all he can ask for in his earnings, so there's no other way.

Sit in the counter and look over the store.

The vacant seats were conspicuous. Faster time slots, not so popular stores than the original, but few customers nevertheless. Besides Nicola, there are so many other young, bachelor-style men and a middle-aged man who seems obvious to be unfamiliar with the capital. Often it should be the right time for a day job after work or the courtesy of a chamber of commerce to show up to exchange alcohol for a salary without. Yet there was no sign of new customers coming to the store, even as they sipped the chicken and ale and roamed the thin intestinal meat of salt.

"Mr. Nicolas, was there anything today?

Chloe, the billboard daughter, also asked, diving into her voice. Guess you want to know why your feet are farther than usual.

Nevertheless, Nicola has no reason to know why.

"Sa... I don't know anything about it either. There's nothing unusual about today."

Yes, today was a mundane day of nothing.

There is no festival up the capital, no tragedy for the whole city to mourn, it's a very normal routine.

"Was there anything unusual there?

Even if Nicolas drinks alcohol and decides what to order and it's cheap, it's not like she drinks in this store all year round. I've been feeling lonely for the past few days, and I only put wheat porridge and a few vegetables in my mouth. The reason for the sudden shortage of customers is likely to be felt by Ningro Chloe.

Turning to the water with that in mind, Chloe thought a little.

"Uh-huh, maybe, what--"

And, in advance, what she told us was a story about a strange event that had happened some time ago.

In Brosenne these days, people called activists and others stand out. Nicola had seen you several times too. He has vocally criticized the loss of nobility and heavy taxes in the city's tsujitsu, and he is a well-off economist for reforming politics to improve the status of civilians. In short, it's about loud, loud bungalows.

For the most part, these people will be restrained by the guard soldiers and taken care of in the garrison cells. You can't even be blamed for sin and put into slavery. Because it did not cause violence or rebellion. After cooling his head for a few days, he is released.

Still, when you get caught, you look at the pain of being ambushed or beaten. In addition, they eat cold meals, albeit for a short period of time. Nicola thought it was a temporary epidemic that would fit in with it after a while, but she doesn't seem to be.

'We do not yield to the tyranny of power. Indeed, this body was struck with a stick and held in prison. But our spirit is free! And until you represent that freedom on the ground, the activity will never end!

Activists out of jail said that's what they said to get out to the spectacular wild horses.

Since then, the activists' actions seem to have come a long way towards radicalization. The other day and others were also rumored to have finally pushed to the districts lined with noble premises and to have rebuffed their corruption.

And a few days ago, an activist teacher and a teacher gathering ears and eyes in the alley finally showed up at this store.

"Listen, workers!

A man with a dangerous colour of intoxication shouted at his bearded face and his blood-running eyes, as if to open the door of the store abusively.

The time is just about the same as now. It was the time when the worker who had finished the day's work would come for a drink. Let's just say it's a good time to make a thankful hanashi for the civilian workers.

"The day is near when you will be unleashed from your chains! The day is nigh when you will be free and open to the unknown lords who will call you nobles! Angry day, come! Turn your hand toward the oppressors!

What the activist preached was considerably more drastic than he had ever heard. Now it is as if it were a single sentence. Regardless, Nicola, who was born in a large city there and now lives in the capital of the king, has an unimaginable horizontal event.

Chloe says that initially, the liquor store guests also looked white. That would be the case, too. Even if it is made into a liquor dish, the content is only a rush. Something called Sitting Xing should be funny and not a substitute for being crazy.

But...

"Hmm.... Yes, you're right '

One insane guest stood up and expressed his approval for the activist. He was softly hooded from his head, uncertain of his appearance, but from his voice he seemed to be a woman.

'The workers should agree with him. And we must work together at all costs'

And he said this as he looked over at the faces of the guests in line, apparently.

As soon as possible, the people who had previously left me uninterested also stood up as if possessed by something.

'Oh yeah......'

"It is also the nobles' fault that we are poor..."

'If only those guys hadn't... we'd be free?

With a strangely lively and lacking look, the man who seems to be an activist complains with a higher voice to the drunkards who grumble and grumble.

'Exactly, gentlemen! Once upon a time in the Divine Age, all the people were equal and free! But not now...... for some reason!? Because freedom and equality are being robbed by bandits who name their nobles!

"Uba, am I here?... Yu, I can't forgive you!

'Yes, don't forgive me! Wrath! Until yesterday you are nothing but sheep pushed into the fence and managed. But I became a more angry sheep than I was today! You refuse to exploit, you break the fence, you stand up!

"'Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Then again, it was just a chorus of anger. Progress is a revolution, a revolution, an unintelligible medley that calls for phrases like that. The drunk guests and the activist man, drunk about something other than booze, rolled out to the King's Capital at night to make as much noise as possible...

"- That's why."

"Ha ha... what a strange story that is"

Nicola hammered as she dried Yale's Shizukumi, which remained untrained at the bottom of the jock. Everything is bizarre and flighty, and I can't make it up. I don't think it's realistic to tell the truth. I didn't say it was strange.

"Speaking of which, some of our regulars aren't coming to the store as soon as they popped up that night... I don't know where or what you're doing by now."

"Daimyo, you must be caught in a stuffing of alarm. I think if I drained my booze for another couple of days, I'd be back for a nausea."

"Well, you wouldn't believe Nicolas at all, would you? That's what really happened."

And Chloe, who looks puffy and angry. You look adorable like that, etc., and I smile unexpectedly.

"Fair enough, calm down... Get in the mood, Chloe."

"Eh, it is! I don't know what a mean Mr. Nicolas is!... If you really want to ask for another dish, please?

"Ha ha... in a good business"

Nicola searched her purse by hand as she perspired her drunkenly lit cheeks. Was there enough left to order another dish?

Even as Billboard Daughter's manifold forced her to spit out today's earnings, the unsold painter was intoxicated by a whisper of happiness.

I feel honored for a routine with such an act while wanting to get out of my life like this quickly.

Nicola continued to lean on additional jocks, mocking herself for her simple psyche.

... his destiny will change, until that moment.