Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~
056 Ovenil Family Dining Table
If there was a conspiracy, it would be subject to it. Linus walked defenselessly, and the Kingsguard Second Knights moved agile to protect it. Nonetheless, in the end, none of the things to say abnormal happened. What a clapping result for Elisha, who had hoped for a move on the part of Turius.
(Well, the less shallow the Viscount is in this situation)
Half of it is what I knew. If harm were done to Linus now, the culprit would be Turius. Even if it is not, I would decide that it is certainly the case for an old man in Wang Du. Only a fool can see it and still move. Otherwise, he would sin against Turius and bury Linus.
(I can't help it, why don't we attack it here?)
Tighten the corset cuddly, thinking. She was in the middle of getting dressed for dinner right now. Though a Kingsguard knight, he is not insane enough to go to his invited dining table wearing an armored helmet. I have ten or twenty dresses for seats in this format. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to leave one behind and sell out new equipment. but if you scorn your decency as an extra nobleman, it is loud that you are the grandfather of your parents.
"Even though I left the house, I didn't know Barbastol's daughter only had a dress", but "Kingsguard is a royal sign, so some dressing isn't part of the job, right?" Therefore, he eats so much sermon that he can have octopus in his ear. I have actually sold one item, but the next day a replacement item was delivered. It also comes from both my parents' house and the Lavalle Marquis. Those guys are only close at times like this to the habits they usually hang out with.
Since then, it has been common not to let go of the dress, but to fatten the closet or reluctantly pull it out when needed, as it is today.
"Damn, it's hard to move without changing phase. Why should I wear something like this..."
Even with the bumps and blurs, there is no response. The kind of disrespectless person who stays in a woman's dressing place is not even looking all over the kingdom, such as not being with the Second Knights and not being ordered to peek into Elisha Rosmond Barbastle's dressing etc. Elisha doesn't have the kind of graduate who helps her get dressed, and letting a slave help her get dressed doesn't sound like a boulder. It's a hassle, but I had to do it with my own hands.
Gently fix the disturbance as you pass through your sleeves, gently tuck it through your hair, and then re-tie it, wrapping your belt around your hips that finally caught your favorite sharp sword.
Inside the mirror stood a beautiful woman who would also hide the moon. The unusual kind of sword. But instead, it's just a spice that brings out the beauty until unrealistic. Even so,
"... well, this won't be ugly"
This is what our thoughts were. In the first place, what Elisha is about to go to is a shape-shifting battlefield. It is an aristocratic battlefield, where words are exchanged instead of swords, magic is made to fly conspiracies, not arrows, and deceive each other. I'd like to protest that it's unintentional and unprofessional, but it's nothing more than dancing through the role.
Okay, let's go.
Push your cheeks up and get in the mood, you turn your heels back and open the door.
At the end of the journey, the [cannibal snake] pulled the handshank and waited, for the dinner table.
Linus Strain Ovenil had taken his seat with a faded face. What is about to begin is a dinner hosted by that abominable Turius. This is the most unpleasant dinner ever held by a slaughterer, who carries his slave's cooked meal into his mouth.
I don't feel comfortable thinking about it. The balance of spirit that I finally regained earlier is about to collapse. It was the first time in my life that I had ever wanted to refuse a meal so badly.
Anyway, I don't know what's in the food. Elisha stood by saying that poison could be detected in a courtesy, but if she returned the back, she could put anything but poison in it.
- What if it's even mixed with the blood of the slave you killed?
- No, maybe he split up the humans and cooked with it.
- Yes, and maybe even the meat and liver of the strangest monsters in the world.
Imagination springs from next to next so you can lose your appetite.
Right now, but I want to kick your seat and go home to your room. But exposing himself to such an appearance in front of Elisha and others, the guests, was not acceptable to him. And I don't even want to leave Turius here with a big face. It's not a matter of will. If Linus didn't entertain the guests satisfactorily here and let Turius host him, his brother's position in the house would be relatively elevated. The status of the man who draws on the flow of the ovenil main house.
I don't think the ministers in the main house will be responsible for the [slave killing], but the exception to everything is an accessory. Mainstream and non-mainstream are also present in Linus' ruling ministerial corps. What if the latter feels stronger about neglecting their current masters? I don't think so, but there is no way they would have wiped out Linus with Turius on the flag.
With that in mind, I can't show my brother or minister any weakness here. Even more so for the second-knights who are outsiders and able to bring out what happened in this seat. Such thoughts had tied Linus to a seat at an uninspiring table.
My brother was in a good mood after his depressed brother. Can't wait to eat too much, he's even folding napkins to cross his nose. This is the menu this guy is looking forward to, I guess there will be something absurd out there. That made me feel better again.
"Thank you for waiting, gentlemen"
It's a uni to show up from the kitchen and say so. Linus hasn't waited long. I even hoped you wouldn't come permanently. but the emotionally invisible female slave still goes on without discussing this emotion either.
"The evening is ready and ready."
Turius turned back to it, and he rose up and began to pick up his head.
"Okay, everybody! Come with us for dinner tonight! Only this time, on behalf of my older brother, will you let me take the head. [M] But before that..."
Say, lower your hips and lay your eyes down with your fingers in front of your chest.
"- I will sit in heaven, Lord, Holy King. Thank you for feeding us tonight."
etc., and began to offer a special victory prayer. It is the prayer of the Holy Kings for supper. There is nothing to keep an eye on in this continent that is normal. But one thing that makes Linus' nerves stand is that it's his Turius Ovenil that's doing it. A homicidal maniac who doesn't even fear God thinks about what to do now.
Though I think so, it is a greeting to the meal. The extreme of lawlessness if you don't do it. Linus also refuses to accept. Naturally, Simone and his guests, Elisha and the ministry that accompanies him.
When prayer is done and his face is raised, Turius tries to continue in a nasty way again.
"... Well, let's have it!
"Wait, Turius"
Linus blocked it with a hard voice.
"We haven't been informed about the dishes that will be served tonight, have we?
If you want to give me a proper answer, I'll make it difficult to pack and take down the plate. Turius intercepts an inquiry that even seeps through such thoughts with an extra grin.
"Oh, this shouldn't be! I totally forgot! No, I'm sorry for being rude."
I scratch my cheeks gently as I say. The attitude of not seeing any reflection on the shards either, just happened to induce frustration. Knowing it or not, Turius scratches the menu and starts explaining it.
"The season is summer, and you are all tired from long journeys. So it's a little off, but it's a course that incorporates more refined Anguilles."
Anguille means eel. Originally fat rides around autumn and winter, but it would also be B to taste it in summer. I feel like I could eat something more decent than I thought, and I feel a slight relief. On the other hand, it is frustrating that it is not an ingredient that can be complained about. It was a little ambivalent.
"The hors d 'oeuvres are prepared with Anguille and summer vegetables quiche, while the soup is warm, also taking into account the coolness of the highlands. Poisson is a stewed Anguille wine. Enjoy the combination of seasonal ingredients and local Voldan specialties!
"Oh, it helps that the soup is warm. I don't want to get cold..."
It is Simone who says so. They don't even feel shards, such as the kind of fear Linus has.
"That was good. Though coincidental, it seems an honor to have prepared the right hobby for my sister-in-law. Well, it's the main dish -"
The description of water and Turius continues on the stand.
Whether to feel safe or sorry, there was nothing to add to the content.
"Whoa, don't forget. Local Cabernet, of course, for wine. We have 1012 years."
Linus groans small. It is the wine of the year.
"Whoa, Viscount. Why don't you shut the fuck up and take that stuff out?
Elisha was the one who told me to snort. It is an expensive drink that a single bottle could make a home. If I were to get it out of this mansion's wine pantry, it would certainly be.
"Don't worry. It's something I got with my personal belongings. I hung up on the famous man of the land and gave him what he was holding.... I could have bought it a little cheaper in Canales, because it's summer. I also say we shouldn't let wine travel."
"Mmm? Really?
"Yeah. It hurts when the sun hits, and no temperature changes or swings. It's a delicate drink."
unexpected. This slut, who could not even hang on his nose, such as aristocratic common sense, was the first to have the knowledge of wine, albeit to the degree of touch. It would be more problematic if the former Marquis Lady and current Kingsguard knight were as if they were ignorant.
"Well, that's all for a long explanation. Now I'd like to move on to the pre-meal toast - Viktor."
"Ha."
An ordered minister pours the champagne of an aperitif into the liquor vessel of the attendees. He's not insane enough to make a boulder pour alcohol on a slave in this setting. At a time when slaves, not cooks, are waving knives, though the problem is.
The cup goes to each member within that thought, and Turius holds it in one hand.
"Now to the land of Voldan, which has now rightly received the Lord here, and to the authority and glory of all the Kingsguards...... cheers!
"" Cheers!
"… Cheers"
Several bounced voices intersect with the sinking voice of Linus, the clear sound of meeting the glass.
The meal began.
"Hmm, this quiche's grilled inside."
"It's really excellent, sister."
"Gohon..."
"- Oh, no, Captain."
The Kingsguard knights' faces were beginning to get their hands on appetizers as early as possible.
My husband Linus has to imitate more than his customers are saying. There is no response to the venom detection courtesy. There will be no harm in eating... at least not in the flesh.
Dampen the dry lips with an aperitif, then cut the quiche apart with a fearful knife. The only thing that showed up with the dough cracked was the eel's body and vegetables, as I had heard. There will be no mixed meat or red and black dripping of raw odor juice. To look at it, very ordinary - no, it looks delicious - it's just quiche.
Stab him with a fork and gently transport him to his mouth. The trick was loose with me. He is a child who is fed something he does not like.
For a while, Kish was shaking with his mouth. Simone sends another glimpse.
"Is that it? Did you hate my brother, Kish?
Turius makes a vegan voice. Regardless of whether I hated Kish or not, I hated the guy who put this out more than anything else in the world. The one who made it, about the second.
(Yes, stay!
Linus was ready to push the fork into his mouth.
……
The first thing I felt was a crisp touch. Then a soft tongue that resembles an eel-specific cake. The mouth is filled with fat full of flavor, and the healthy bitterness of the vegetables gently stimulates the tongue so as to loosen it up. I noticed a refreshing scent in the nasal cavity through the oral cavity to see if it contained herbal species.
"Oh, delicious..."
I had to desperately suppress myself, who seemed to calm down unexpectedly by Simone's admiration.
"What do you say, brother?
The voice of Turius, heard as Nico, is also as if to show off the treasure. Regrettably, there was just something to make me behave like that. Linus returns the words like a groan.
"Hum... not bad"
"What's the point, something like that? Hey, this is tough."
"Be humble, Lord Turius."
It's Elisha who tells me to take it. Her previous plate is already empty. Wouldn't it be too soon to clean up, no matter how much hors d 'oeuvres?
"Isn't it a flavor that mesmerizes me inside? Who made this?
"You're a uni. It may be a slave dish or something, but at home, she's the smartest one."
"Phew -?"
The eyes of the lady knight in the dress glowed with a glimmer of sword swallowing, as Linus looked.
"- It's a brilliant thing. Is this also the Earl's Kaoru?"
Someone's knife makes the sound of sharpening the dishes. It was Viktor.
It is new to my memory that there was boredom over its attribution last year as Uni was the hider of Uncle Kartan. Anyway, get into the trial, and the Count of the matter is in a big commotion that he can be ordered to hide. Elisha's remarks also sound like a strong strike rub on that point.
"Mr. Elisha, it's..."
"Yeah. When I was at the main house of the Count of Ovenil, I was rigorously planted by the predecessors or something."
That's how Turius explains it before Simone utters the blame.
Elisha has a firm face,
"Right."
and dried to lick the rest of the aperitif.
(This woman...)
Linus looks at Elisha with his stinking eyes.
I had no idea you'd be sarcastic with a face that didn't eat anything. I don't even know what aristocracy is. I thought it was a horse. It's an unexpected aspect. Sometimes Lavalle just bothers to send it to me, you mean?
"Now, what is it that we have customers who have been cleaned of their plates, and they keep doing this? It's a little early, may I serve you some soup?"
"Heh! That's sweet of you. When you eat something delicious, you're extra hungry."
"Shh! To His Highness the Viscount, please stop the extra cheerful mouth"
A man stops the despicable knight who cried out for pleasure, that he is the deputy commander.
When Turius snapped his finger at it later, the slave came carrying a hot soup.
"Go ahead, sir"
"Hmm, speaking of which... you didn't ask me what was in the soup"
Even as I drop off Uni's meals, Elisha growls so.
It certainly was. I only heard that I made it a warm soup. It remains obscure until what it was made of.
Linus glanced at the soup, and although the oil film is the only one floating, the red-flavored juice is clear and can be seen to the bottom of the plate. The ingredients look like some kind of meat. The combination of red, meat, makes Linus imagine ominous again.
Turius laughed like a prank.
"Oh, I'm sorry about this. I totally forgot to tell you.... So what about these hobbies? First of all, enjoy it and guess what the soup is."
"Wouldn't that sound interesting? I rode."
Quickly, Elisha spoons the soup and puts it in her mouth. I rolled, chewed and swallowed with my tongue to make sure of the meat of the utensils for a while.
(I don't know, any soup)
With such Linus' fear to spare, Elisha assumes that it is neither that nor this.
"Chicken, no. Similar but feels a little more wild. I feel like it's leg meat, but it's a little thick. It's not like a wild bird...... ok, it's a turtle"
Turtle. It is a rare ingredient, but it is also not tasted as a delicacy. He is a long-lived creature, so in some areas he can be delighted as an edge. If so, it will suit Turius' hobby, who says he wants to live longer every day.
"Correct! No, you got a good idea, don't you?
"Reptiles have a similar tactile feel to chickens. I have eaten lizards because of the fold of the bandit crusade mandate, and the run out of food. So I get it. My legs were thicker and shorter than mine."
"Oh, really? No, you seem to have a lot of valuable experience..."
Rarely, Turius was cramping his mouth. This is the first time I've ever seen this man overwhelmed by others because of his insanity. But honestly, I wasn't happy. Because Linus felt a little sick, too.
"Captain, such a topic in the table of conferences..."
"Talk about food during a meal, what shouldn't it be? Um, it tasted good, too. Fortunately, I had stockpiles of rock salt, so I ate them covered in salt."
"What... hey?
"- What the hell, Al. Look scared."
Fortunately, the Vice Chairman of the Conscience cut me off. Linus strokes his chest down with relief.
"Well, Elisha is really different."
"It's too unusual..."
Simone's confusion also overlaps Linus' sigh in his revealing voice. Also unusual, I saw an agreement of opinion between this chilled out couple. Although, I'm still not happy at all.
"This one, it's getting very hot. Please note."
After being late for the Knights, who had cleared their appetizers first, Linus and the others also get soup. For a moment, I saw eye to eye with the uni who would serve the meal. I can't see my emotional peeps as well, but I can see the color that slightly dislikes Linus. Even when the collar of a slave was removed, it was a woman who came back until she had sent her father to hell and tied him to her mother's feud. You won't get tired of how much you hate, such as about the man who contends with the Lord.
That's the same thing here. I want to kill him with this hand if I can, such as someone who served [Slave Killer] for the sake of slavery and even crushed the ploy he set up by marrying him unconsciously.
Switch consciousness to the dish in front of you so as to delude the emotions that make your spine cold.
The red-flavored soup that filled the plate had turned up enough hot air to make you think it had been boiled until earlier. Rinse gently, cool slightly on the spoon and transport to the teat mouth. Intense and somewhat habitual, but it tasted B inside. I thought it would be too simmering to see the hot air spray, but this must taste better hot in Chengcheng. It's something I'd like to taste during the winter months if I could, but this is a highland that cools down at night. You won't mind eating it in the summer.
(I don't know...)
Linus whines in her chest gently sweating at her warming body.
I didn't know this woman, who seemed cold, could cook warm dishes like this. No, I hear she has often slaughtered and killed someone who has insulted the Lord. Thinking about it, maybe the outgoing roots are passionate. Though there is a certain amount of passion in the noise.
On the other hand, the woman, who is the owner of another noisy passion,
"I'd like a replacement, okay?
I had already emptied the soup and spoken of such demands.
Says it's time for an appetizer, eats things too fast. So it doesn't make you think it's illegal, so it's strange and clever.
Uni tilts his neck a little.
"I don't mind that, but the course will still go on. Are you sure?
She's right, fish dishes and main course meat dishes are still withheld. And dessert, of course. If you accumulate too much in your stomach, albeit juice, it will hinder you later. but Elisha waves flirtatiously to dispel the fear.
"No problem. It's the nature of eating it. I don't go inside the soup or anything. It's more of a corner delicacy. I want you to taste more."
"My sister's big meal is famous for us..."
"Ha, not at all"
"... not to hustle and hustle about too much shame in you"
"I'm in awe. I'll bring it to you right away."
With the vice president pinching a potpourri and a novel on the uplifting Knights later, Uni headed to pick up a plate of replacement.
… and after that, the meal proceeds.
Poisson, main dish. Abominably, they all have no complaining flavor. On the contrary, if I didn't know whose hand it was, I would have let it go and praised it.
I just find it disturbing that the main dish meat dish was "Zanktogaren-style Hamburger Steak with Domiglass Sauce". Delicious things are delicious, but I can't get a little of his savage neighborhood dish. The pretext that these Kingsguard knights were dispatched is also borne out by the fact that the country is disturbing.
Most importantly, we flattened them without worrying, and even Elisha had three pieces in her belly. There will be a lot of good health.
And at the end of the day, dessert is served.
"Today's dessert is served with chocolate cake"
"Chocolate? I'm not used to hearing it, but it's not weird?
In response to Linus' fear, Turius blinks his eyes unexpectedly.
"Oh, you don't know? It's secretly a trendy treat among canales merchants yesterday. They grind and fry beans from different continents, mix and drink sugar, but if it's cold and hard, it's sweet too."
"Are you from another continent…"
I didn't have a very good image. There is nothing busy about what comes across the ocean. Among other things, soggy crops such as potatoes can also be poisonous when they are cheap in flavor and sprout. I hated Linus. Well, even lean land seems to grow well, so I experimentally planted it as a saving crop for the common people, but what happens?
Quite the opposite of such a husband, his wife's eyes are shining innocently.
"One elaborate hobby after another. I really don't get tired of it."
"Thanks for that. Even for me, not only is it rare, but I hope it fits my sister-in-law's mouth."
Say so quickly, or the dessert plates are arranged on the table.
Chocolate cake and yara had a mix of brown shades in their regular cakes and a slice of confectionery on top as an accent. When viewed well, the colour of the decorative cream is also tea. I guess the identity of this color is something like chocolate. The scent mixed with the sweet smell of the cream was medium-fragrant, causing the stomach, which should have been full, to complain of further appetite.
As a matter of course, Elisha forks first.
"Ham. Muggle...... oh, this is unprecedented sweetness! I thought it was bitter because what I grind beans is the ingredient?
"Yes. It's bitter if you don't add sugar. Sometimes I enjoy suffering by refraining from sweetness."
Turius explains it with a face.
Regrettably, I was a little intrigued. I also take a bite of Linus to see.
"... sweet"
There is a depth where the tongue is about to swing off and not just sweet then. I guess adding sugar and cream to the bitter stuff originally adds sweetness to it the other way around.
"True, sweet and delicious! … but if this is also sweet, you may be concerned about the amount of sugar"
It's Simone who leaks feminine concerns. Indeed, many aristocrats luxuriously drown and consume too much sugar, fattening like pigs. I don't think you can honestly welcome a sweet with too much sugar.
"Don't worry. There's some ingenuity around it, and a little salt adds a touch of sweetness."
"Huh? Really?
"Yeah. It's a strange thing to say human tongue, and it's easier to feel sweet when you mix a little soy. Of course, it's not a good idea to eat too much, even though it's slightly reduced, because it has a lot of sugar… If it's a post-meal dessert, I was wondering if it would be okay if I didn't eat it every day."
Turius speaks like nothing. but is it a good thing to leak the secrets of making confectionery so easily? Sweet confectionery is a little golden tree. If you can save sugar, which is a luxury product, it is even more expensive. Noble confectioners and others must want to drool and listen.
Anyway, Simone seems relieved by that. I hung up on cleaning up the cake as a delight.
"Nevertheless -"
Elisha, who already had the cake in her belly, opened her mouth to slip out.
"- Tonight's dinner is wonderful inside. Even in the royal palace, many of the dishes are so unpredictable. I'd love to, Lord Turius."
"It is… compliments and fears, Sir Barbastol"
The hilarious gaze of the female knight collides with the loving smile of the host of the dinner.
"This is how it's going to work, to prepare it would have been hard already?
"No, ha. Well, you have a sense of glory in my life."
Turius scratched his head shyly.
As I was told, today's dinner is overworked by a lot. Gourmet cuisine, wine, and seafood specialties. For one Viscount, Turius, to hold, in a nasty way, it was too much gold.
If you're an innocent person like Simone, you'll be happy to know that you're crushing your mind by now, but Linus and Elisha aren't. He is a brother who crosses over to one another permanently, and the head of an armed group with a single or centralist string. It was also the birthplace of Lavalle's reform that the Kingsguard expanded and the Second Knights became known as its essence.
How can it receive such a luxurious response? I have to take into account the intentions behind it.
"Let's just get straight to it. I'd like to hear about your hospitality tonight, the thoughts of your lord who held it, and Nabe."
"And say?
"Forgive me. It would be unwelcome for a knight to be so generous. Until I heard what I was afraid of."
With that said, Elisha was totally indulgent as she tilted a glass of after-dinner liquor. Her words are tantamount to saying, if you're up to something, confess now. There is also a limit to direct entry.
Turius laughed strangely.
"No, even the Kingsguard is more likely to be the head of the Second Knights, a knight who sounds like a soldier. Then you have no place for those I serve as local lords. [M] Hey, Dooey?
"... don't swing at me there, husband"
A man who spent the entire meal trying to shrink a large figure tells me he doesn't like it. For the most part, he would have struggled with unfamiliar table manners and kept quiet to avoid exposure to shame.
Did you make fun of your men and take a breath, Turius recreates his mysterious face and continues.
"Well, this is one sign of apology,"
"Well, you want to apologize?
"Yeah, I'm afraid it's a bad story, but it's something I can't do compared to my brother. I was more annoying to my brother than I was when I was a kid, and in this year, I felt ashamed of it."
Linus' eyebrow roots dropped in disastrously. Which mouth would you like that to happen? At the time of the Viscount, I am still steadily forming a faction of nobility, trying to antagonize this brother, etc., so I say a laughing word.
Such thoughts swirl in my chest, but in front of my guests. I had to restrain myself. Release the rest of the cake into your mouth so you can re-tone your bitter running tongue.
"My brother pulled me down to the Viscount like that, and I was divided to my possession. I can't give it back. I owe you too much."
"Have you been given Marulan, the land of the border?
"Mr. Elisha."
Simone utters a voice of embarrassment in provocative language. but Turius shook his head sideways saying he didn't mind.
"It is a land rich in future, albeit peripheral soil. In fact, we are also interested in an unexpected new industry, starting with a new copper mountain. I've been entrusted with such a place, which would be nothing short of my brother's wise eye. Well, I didn't think there was even a dungeon."
With a thin grin, the devil is saying something.
Linus was listening and his chest was getting worse. It's not because of the sweetness of the confectionery or the intense flavour of the meal. The upset from the bottom of my heart is irritating my stomach with a black needle. I felt like holding my ear and squatting.
"Thanks to you, I also got a lot of knowledge that you wouldn't get if you were caged in the Mansion of the King's Capital. Let me also say that this is all a favor I received from my brother.... I really owe it to my brother to have me now."
Don't.
Please, don't go on any further.
"So until I wanted my great-great brother and his valued guest to taste my utmost dedication. That's just it. Hey -"
Say, Turius moves his gaze.
Don't look at me.
Please, don't just come and talk to me now......!
Such a Linus wish is vain, and Turius sets his gaze on his brother perfectly to tie the words together.
"- I really appreciate you, don't I? Brother."
Without patience, he kicks his seat and stands up.
A surprising gaze pours out of the full seat, but Linus couldn't even pay attention to it.
"I'm sorry, but the drunkenness has turned... let me sit down"
It is best to say so to squeeze it out.
"Hey, hey, you?
Even shaking off the rare and worrying Simone, Linus walks fast outside the dining room. On that back, the voice of the man I least want to hear chased me.
"Oh, is it forbidden for those in the hot tub to be drunk? You can't just wander off in the bathroom and fall."
"... naturally. Rest in the room"
Put it down without looking back and leave the dining room.
It was not a compliment, such as the Count's owner letting his guests sit in the middle. But above all, I couldn't be present with Turius any more.
What did that man say? Is it because of my brother that I am? Do you really appreciate it?
Such an idiot. What Linus did was supposed to get in his way. I banished him from the king's capital to stop the slave killing that I called an experiment. It made it the poorest and most corrupt secluded area in the territory. Mixed among the new ministers. I also sent a secret detective to the banquet for the completion of my stay. He committed a conspiracy on the wedding and also participated in measures to deprive the most important of his men.
It's the equivalent of declaring that all of it, as if it were futile, only benefits itself on the contrary.
And objectively, the word is entirely correct. Marlan is now flourishing rapidly, and Turius has taken in a large number of neutral nobles and even fallen under the leadership of the faction. It is considerably larger than it was before it was banished from the King's capital. If I had kept it in Brossenne, I'd have said it was just a blood-drunk anomaly.
- Yes, everything is for nothing, brother.
- Everything you've done is worthless and pointless.
- No, the other way around. It's even harmful to the Ningro Ovenil family, I think.
- What do you think, brother? What do you think, brother? Tell me something, brother.
Turius' grin in the remnants distorts and turns into mockery.
(Shut up, don't laugh, don't talk! Scraps, dust, shit! You have to imitate human beings and speak up!
Fast legs had turned into disease at some point. Linus runs as if he could be driven from behind to something, and when he runs into the living room, he locks himself up and throws himself in the bed.
The sheets that were exposed to the coolness of the night were cold, and softness was a refusal to linus on the back.
"Ugh......! I don't like it, I don't like it anymore! Please, take me back to King's Landing!
Scratch his head and leak a cry as he presses his face against the bed.
I can't stand it anymore. I don't want to face Turius. I didn't want to breathe the same air under the same roof as I did. After years and years of endurance, he tried to eliminate it over and over again, but he told me that all of it was rather counterproductive in vain, that he was grateful for it, etc. A man with a thin smile who says such cruelty with a cheerful face. I don't want to go out with such a monster any more.
I said, I couldn't escape. It is the task of the Count as head of the family to inspect the territory and review the rule, and it is the intention of Lavalle and the other centralists that sent Linus out. Tied to a goose cross by a double duty. Nobody replaces me, and I don't even have a helping hand. While in the status of Count of the Kingdom, Linus Strain Ovenil was utterly lonely.
"Help me, Mother. Father, why did you give birth to such a monster? Lavalle, please kill me quickly..."
The rumors gradually take on hallucinating colors, mixing the past with the present. Even though my mind was exhausted and beaten, my body was in so much heat and pain that I wanted to make a noise. Spiritual and physical imbalances increasingly drive Linus into the abyss of bankruptcy.
In the dark room alone, the noise of galloping and clawing. The overwhelming depression was shifting to a self-inflicted urge. Linus couldn't stop when his teeth ate his fingermeat and his daze and blood flowed. If this condition persists for a long time, I may put a razor on my wrist next, or I may brace my neck.
But just before that happens,
"You?... Linus, what are you doing without lights"
The door opens and the hallway lights plug into the room.
Turn that back and float in the backlight, the shadow of a woman.
(Oh, shit...?
Brain miso on the verge of punk is empty and awakens the sight of conforming to the situation back and forth from a frigid memory.
Dark indoors. Woman. Exhausted myself. Myself roughing my breath like a beast. The shadow of a woman in darkness.
(Oh well...)
The spirit of confusion and the alcohol consumed at dinner give Linus an early answer.
Oh, yeah. It's that woman in front of me.
- He's my slave.
Just like that time, did you come to get hit by me? Are you here to be held?
…………
Pushed by flashback memories, Linus gets himself out of bed and approaches the woman. He grabbed his hair with one hand so that he could not escape, and locked the door with the other.
Glad to hear it. I just can't believe someone came by when I'm in so much pain, when it's hard. I can't believe there's someone who can pull this pain off.
"Ouch! Hey, hey! Stop it, it hurts! Linus? Hey, are you listening!?
Linus smiles gently at the woman screaming in protest. If there was a light that illuminated that look, it could have been a face that made the beholder think it was a crazy laugh.
Shut the fuck up, man.
That's what I ordered you to sing.
Shouldn't a slave style abandon her husband like that? She has to call herself more, in a frightening voice. That's how I want you to be gentle and reassured, as usual, that this self is standing on top.
So Linus pulled the woman to the bed with her arms running out as usual and threw it down on top of it.
"Yikes!? Hey, what?... what is it!?
I prefer a fierce resistance that is not always present.
Hold her in with this hand and let her fully feel powerless. Let's make him admit he's up there again. This must be my hobby for it. Because that's how she always satisfied herself.
Linus laughed his ass off and covered himself on the bed.
I love you, for the first time in my life, acknowledging and whispering.
"I can't anymore... I can't anymore..."
The man sat powerless and kept whining in vain. He takes off his hat indicative of his status, scratches his nearly thinned head and keeps coming up with a look of despair.
My men sighed as if they were frightened at the look of such a man.
"I wonder if you're okay, this guy"
"I don't think so, for a while"
Another man hammers while clapping his shoulders.
"But are you so shocked?
"I don't have a choice. I lost to a slave anyway."
"... I'd say I lost!!
Van, and the men who slapped the plank with their hands, their men clasped together.
This is the kitchen. The man is the head chef of the Count Ovenil family. He came from the Wang Capital with this return in order to cook for the Counts and their guests.
But the one who waved the knife at this first supper was a despicable female slave who didn't deserve to be left to a sacred cooking place. He made a difference to it and tried to kick it out of the kitchen,
'Before you do that, please open your mouth a little. Yes, keep it up - then, please enjoy'
and the taste of the dish thrown into your mouth is unexpected. The man, who came from Wang Du in exasperation, was beaten by the taste of a slice of quiche of the prototype and, conversely, was to be chased through the kitchen.
The head chef had lost himself for a while, but as soon as he returned it to me, he sank into melancholy... and now he is.
"Wow, I'm not losing to that savage woman slave! Oh, yeah, it's a squid! Must have mixed it in the dishes, even with magic pills that change the taste! Whatever, alchemist rash! Hey, that whore! I've decided to shake my ass to the second boy and force him to take some suspicious medication!
Now manically line up your self-defense and curse about the uni that defeated you. To the ugly appearance of your boss, all your cooks pose for you. I hated them and their busty iron-skinned slaves and their owners, who were brutal and notorious. Nevertheless, I don't know which side to take when my line manager behaves like I don't want this to happen as a person.
"Well, if that's what you say... I was wondering if I could entertain the Counts with your knife tomorrow"
"That's right. It's only today that I'm standing here."
"Hmm, naturally! I will teach you the taste of Brossenne, the taste of royal nobility!
Chef declares that his nose is rough.
One of his men points him to the toilet rolling in the corner of the kitchen.
"So what do you say we start by showing differences in character in dishes that use the same ingredients?
"To?"
The chef, for the first time since he was told, notices the wash.
It's like carrying a few people around. In it was filled with water, with many living eels twisting their bodies.
"Hey, what's this!?
"Whatever, it doesn't matter what you think, eel."
"I can see that, you idiot! How come there are eels here!?
"Ha... you think you've received too many ingredients because of a mistake in ordering anything? It's a corner, so please use it for the person in charge starting tomorrow, or something."
Say, grab a single eel cleverly. The fish, with its long, lukewarm body, crept in his subordinates' hands to plead with them to let go.
"It's good to live, this. You'll be delicious by the end of the week."
"Oh, some turtles inside if you look closely.... Ouch!? This turtle, bite! You bite people!?
The chef's shoulder falls off as he looks at the ingredients in the toilet and his playful men.
Imagine the dedication from tomorrow, and what the nobles who tasted it would think.
"Oh, the same ingredients......? You want me to use that? Such a delicious dish, no, the same ingredients as the one made by the slaves...? haha......"
Naturally, if dishes with the same ingredients are served on a plate, the eater must compare their taste to the previous one. What if the result is branded as something that can only taste below slavery?
Cook, disqualified.
You do not deserve to enter the kitchen of the Count Ovenil family.
Many of those words pass through the back of your brain.
"It's over... it's still over... I can't do it anymore..."
The man sank into despair again. When I thought about the future of my cook's life as a shadow, I had to.
The eels swim without themselves in the bathroom. Humans continued to swim in cramped waters, unaware of their own destiny, which could eventually be put on the boards.
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