510 Black Knight Loyalty (Medium)

Under the blue and white moon, the screams of the Terminator echo.

The hour is in the middle of the night, on the streets that connect the town to the town.

In the darkness, black figures are slashed and dumped one after the other. A group of people who had packed their bags and camped at the end of the street were raided suddenly. The left and right sides of the street were a wilderness where people were rare, and no matter how many screams they screamed, their voices could reach no one's ears.

They were trying to reveal the night in a place like this, so they would have prepared a corresponding escort as well.

But there was no way to thank them. All the raiders spanned Totos, and the number ranged to thirty. It didn't take that long until the last of a bunch of people who were camping lay down on the ground.

"Okay, you're cleared up forever! Keep your hands shut for the people who pretend to be dead!

"Oh, I'm sorry Mundt eats you alive!

I hear barbaric voices filled with the joy of a lot of blood.

That's how they did their last job, and then they raised their voices further.

"Hey, it's over! Where the hell did the Black Snake bastard go?

Black snakes were the designations used by men in this region when they scorned the people of the east.

Describing themselves as a people of the West born in the West, they did not try to change the way they called them at all.

With that in mind, Sanjula approached them from behind the boulders.

A fire that was burning in the camp is burning with a patch. The unreliable light had blurred the appearance of raiders and unbroken remains all over the return blood.

As Sanjula in Totos approaches, the man who was looking for the contents of the luggage car turns to a distorted grin: "Oh."

"You're finally out. Fucking do your job, you black snake bastard."

Sanjula's role was as a spectator of this crime.

The job is already done. In this situation, it was very unlikely that there would be an escape of prey.

"… silver coins, I'll take them"

Sanjula threw away a bag of silver coins she had taken out of her pocket to the man by her luggage.

The man opens the mouth of the bag to see what's in it, then gets a "kuhihi" laugh.

"Sure you did. Well, say hello to your husband."

…………

"What's going on? You still got some errands?

"... were these people, really, murderers? I don't care what you think, I'm just a merchant."

"You found out! We just did what your husband told us to do! A traitor or a merchant, but a seed of rice for us!

The other men, too, laughed delightfully.

You can slash someone who's not sure of their identity either and laugh high in front of their carcass, that's what they are.

Sanjula decided to pull Totos' reins and turn her back on those abominable murderers.

(... Mother, was this really the end of what you had in mind?

Sanjura thought that way as she ran Totos with Matsui in her hand.

It's been a year since Sanjula lost her mother. Sanjula was engaged in this particular task, as Cycleus ordered.

How many deaths have we seen in the past year?

Sanjula herself was never joined in the crime, but she was already comfortable with this hand being bloody.

I hear that all those murderers are conspirators who bring disaster to Genos.

Within the beginning, Sanjula believed the words as well.

But within the multiplication, the idea was gradually shaking too.

Besides, even if they were rebels, I wonder if such a massacre would be tolerated. If they were sinners, it should have been the laws of the kingdom that would properly bring judgment in the context of interrogation.

Whatever it was, Sanjula's mind was close to its limits.

Without the mother's word that we should do all we can for Cycleus - we would have just escaped a long time ago.

(Mother...... maybe the person you loved was an unforgivable great sinner)

Comfortable as it was pulling through the wandering mud, Sanjula even continued to run through the darkness.

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Two days later, in the morning.

After revealing the night in the lodging town of Genos at Affordable Lodging, San Jura headed to Castle Town on foot.

Show the guards the passes and knock over the castle gate. Inside the stone walls, the well-behaved people lived a healthy life today.

Most of them are western people, but the people of the east and south are also visible. Merchants allowed to do business in the castle town by nobles. Sanjula, who has the same look as the people of the east, would be considered one of them. Sanjula pulled down his jacket's headscarf deeply and went for Count Turan's residence with his eyes peeled.

Inform the guard of the visit from the back entrance, as it is not allowed to creep through the main entrance.

After being waited for a while, the guide's maid showed up.

He is a Mahdra-born slave, with golden hair and purple eyes, and whiter skin than the people of the south.

This samurai was also a situation where she began working in this mansion just around the same time as Sanjula.

"Thank you for waiting… I will guide you…"

This samurai was so much more skilful in her western language than Sanjula.

Sanjula and others are western people born in the west, but they only had conversations with their mothers, so they can only whisper the western language as much as the eastern people who do business in Genos.

(Mother, etc., because the West's language was more difficult than mine... so how could I be seen by the West's nobles, etc.)

As she walked down the stone corridor thinking about such things, the Mahydra-born maid looked back with her eyes down.

"Um... the Count is out, so I have been told to show you to Lord Silel... so did I make a mistake...?

"Yes. Problem, no"

She thinks of Sanjula as Sims' merchant.

It is strictly ordained that the human beings of this mansion should never understand his identity. So even now, Sanjula was wearing a headscarf deep enough to hide her face - especially her brown hair, which was hard to see in the eastern people.

"… we have brought our guests…"

Eventually, when the samurai told him in front of the door where he had gone, the guard with the spear informed him of it indoors.

Hand the knife lowered to your hips, only Sanjula knocks at the door.

In the meantime the samurai officer and the last name of the escort were further withheld, and the second door was opened by the hand of that last name.

"I've been waiting for you. It's been a long time."

At the same time that the door is closed, a wild voice is called.

It was Cycleus' brother, a man named Silhouel.

My brother and I are not alike at all. As a western people, he is a large, mature man with a rough physique. And it was hilarious to have the same childish hairstyle that turned your toes upside down, however harsh the look.

"So, how was it? I guess the rebels couldn't stay and succeed, huh?

Sitting sluggishly on the bench, Silhouel has asked as soon as possible.

While twisting his inner antipathy, Sanjula makes him say yes.

"They, Banaam, before we get there, soul, we're going to give it back. Escaped man, not here."

"Right. I don't suppose there's been any damage to the Crusade Squad, either?

"Yes, he who suffered a hand wound, it seems he was not there"

"Mm-hmm. Otherwise, it's not worth the special allowance you're giving. I'm going to have to work for them."

While stating so, Silhouel had an ugly grin.

It is a humble grin, no less than the murderers of that night.

This Silhouel was in a position to lead the militia of Genos.

Guardians are the key to the force that protects Genos.

That unnamed crusade unit was formed in secret to end the rebels that even such a militia could not crusade. That's how Sanjula explained it was that group that supported Genos' prosperity from the shadows.

(If you want to help Silhouel do his job… let's promise him a comfortable life…)

From Cycleus, he was commanded to do so.

Certainly, with that, we are able to get an undue price. But soon Sanjula was not allowed to stay in this mansion, nor to tell others his identity, and he pretended to be a merchant and turned the inn upside down. Unless there is an order from Cycleus or Silhouel, there is nothing to be exchanged. If this is a comfortable life, Sanjula didn't even want to use it as a medicine.

"Okay, let's just back off. Don't miss out on me when I transfer places."

After he called it that, Silhouel embarked on "Oh, wait, wait, wait," he said.

"Speaking of which, you're my brother's life, and I bet you've put your feet up all over town."

"Yes, we are gathering stories about rare ingredients and the situation in the spare town"

"Then you can also make the real Sims merchants listen to the journey. Get one job done before you leave this mansion."

"... and say...?

"What, my older brother's daughter is bored and bored? My brother has been stuffed in Castle Genos for some time now, so he must be bored."

After stating so, Silhouel twisted his mouth.

"I don't mind, but when I hear that tall voice, it makes me want to stick my head out. Then you'll be buying my brother's misfortune, so I'm trying to stay away from him."

"... I, for your comfort...?

"Because she has a lot of epilepsy, she loses to the hands of samurai and surnames. But if the other person is a guest of his brother's, he can also just throw a vase at him. I'm going to bore you with the proper legal discourse."

So Silhouel took up the liquor cup on the table and drank it hanging out.

"What are you doing? Get the hell out of here. The samurai know where your daughter is."

"... Yes. Bye."

Sanjula was to resign from Silhouel's room while chewing his sigh to death.

Later, when he told the samurai, who had refrained in the corridor, Silel's words, he was returned with the surprise of "well".

"Are you Mr. Refraia's speaker… I understand. I'll show you…"

The samurai felt like she was looking a lot worse.

I guess it is a neglected being from the samurai, as Silhouel put it.

Sanjula, however, was heavily cared for in another part.

This past year, Sanjula has been trying to keep that princess out of her sight as much as possible.

Sanjula is the son of Cycleus.

The suspicion had turned into certainty over the past year.

That is why Cycleus is trying so hard to hide Sanjula's identity. Sanjula, in particular, was strictly dictated by Cycleus that it was only to Silel that he should never reveal his identity.

"Let's say that it draws more of my blood... in which case it would mean the fall of the Count's family... I wonder if they understand what that means...?

That's what Sanjula was told when he made his second face-to-face meeting with Cycleus.

"His mother was a noble, if not noble, civilian bloodline... but he was older than my son, Leflaia, and a boy... how much noise would wind up if he insisted that it was the fall of the Count's house... I can't even imagine for him..."

"I, the Count, have nothing to do with it. I just want to know who my father is."

"Even so, it's how the people around you think... as long as they don't show up looking to use their presence to discredit the Count's authority... or people looking to discredit the Count's family in order to preserve its peace..."

The eyes of Cycleus, who spoke as such, felt like they were burning like a fire drifting in a graveyard.

"Therefore, one should not reveal one's identity to anyone... not only the mother's identity, but also the fact that she was born of Doug, should never be spoken of... If she is a silhouette, that may be all she understands..."

"Silhouel? Who is it?

"Silhouel is my brother... and if he finds out who he is, he will surely bleed... for it is a necessary deed to preserve the peace of the Count's house..."

That was no longer the same word as Sanjula's confession that she was drawing Cycleus' blood.

So after all, Cycleus is the father of Saint Jura.

And Lifreia was also the daughter of Cycleus.

This one is a duplicitous child, made between the main room and the main room.

Cycleus, however, had been attending to Sanjula's mother since before Refraia was born. With such anger at Cycleus' untruthfulness and his hindsight of Refraia and his indifference as to why all he had to do was hide his identity, Sanjula's heart was disturbed by thousands.

(As much as I thought of this, it was still better to be banished without a sentence)

I've thought of it that way and almost popped out of Genos many times.

Still, Sanjula stayed in Genos this way.

I can't break my mother and her obsession with my beloved Cycleus.

How could Sanjula's mother have loved Cycleus so much that he might have been a great sinner? I didn't feel like cutting off from Cycleus unless I unraveled that secret.

Besides - it was none other than Cycleus himself who called Sanjula to Genos.

How could Cycleus have done such an imitation? Why didn't you, like the other servants, try to banish Sanjula? Given the meaning of it, Sanjula was upset again.

"… this will be Mr. Refraia's room"

When I realized, the samurai was stopping her legs.

When that whispering hand knocks on the door, you hear a creaking voice, "Who is it?"

"This is Chiffon-Cher, the samurai...... at the behest of Lord Silel, I have brought you a guest......"

"... in"

Chiffon-Cher opened the door, so only Sanjula entered the room.

It was again in between, where a large martial officer stood guarding the door to the room.

"... that it is the order of His Excellency Silhouel? What's Sims' merchant doing with Princess Lefreia?

"Yes, the princess's boredom, to comfort you, to talk about the journey, to tell you, has been commanded"

"Hmm... I see"

A samurai keeps looking like Sanjula.

Always guarding Refraia, a man named Musul. You look like a dumb caron, but only your eyes are finally sharp. He was a crude, high-pressure man.

"Then leave the knife and coat here"

"Yes. And your coat?

"Do the people of Sims use poison? The coat, of course, has no poison weapon hidden in it or let it be revealed"

Sanjula is still a people of the west, but he was not allowed to reveal his identity.

But he put his coat and knife on the table without it, and he was to be wandered around his body with the hands of a muscle.

"Princess Lifreia, Sim's merchant is offering to enjoy you on a journey story"

So when Musul told him across the door, he immediately returned a voice saying, "Come in".

The door is opened by Musul's hand and he is invited into the room.

On the bench, a little princess slept all over her.

He stares at Sanjula, his eyes glowing in the dull light.

"Oh, you have a much rarer shade of hair for the people of the east."

"... me, Sanjula, my name"

While answering with few words, Sanjula gave her a bowl of grace.

Refraia still looks around at Sanjula before turning her gaze towards Musul.

"Musul, you've already done your errands, haven't you?

"Ha. But you can't leave the unidentified by the princess alone like this..."

"I'd be interested if someone as innocent as you watched me hang out. Just stay back there."

"No, but..."

"Can't you hear me, Musul?

Sometimes something like thunder flashed in the Princess's eyes.

"If this guy seems to work disrespectfully, I'll scream at him with my own voice. You can swing as many swords as you want afterwards, right? If you don't leave the room within the count, I'll throw this vase at you again!

"… so be careful"

Musul finally caught a dark eye about Sanjula before exiting.

"What are you standing on? I forgive you, sit there."

Sanjula thanked her most and then lowered her hips to the front of Refraia.

Still, Refraia stays asleep. As if arrogance were wearing clothes.

(This is my sister...?

Refraia did not resemble either Cycleus or Sanjula.

I haven't even seen him yet, but I'm sure he looks like his mother. I'm supposed to be eight years old, but every time I look at it, it feels more beautiful. It looks exactly like a noble princess.

(I guess I've lived in this splendid mansion, without any difficulty, as I please)

At the bottom of my stomach, I felt like I had black feelings.

Sanjula was once given a life of freedom, but that was the price for her mother's devotion. And now Sanjula is soaking up to her waist in a dirty job without being able to reveal the truth to anyone. In front of this unspoilt princess, I just thought she was like a bug, such as herself.

"So? What do you want me to talk about?

Refraia has asked as he lay his hands on the baked sweets of Fuwano arranged on the table.

"Yes, then… banaam, let me tell you something"

"Banaam is not a town right next door. Let me talk to you about Sims and Mahydra."

"Ha... but... I, am a people of the west. I've never set foot in the east or the north."

Sanjula had answered that way.

Even though I liked it and didn't come to this kind of place, it became silly to try to hold onto it until I uttered a lie.

Then Refraia was circling her eyes, "Heh."

"So you have those hair colors. Speaking of which, if you look closely, your eyes are pale brown."

"Yes, west and east, both blood, because we're pulling"

"Yeah. I've never seen a mix of West and East. If it's just the color of your hair and eyes, you look just like me or your father."

It was also noticed by Sanjula from an early stage.

Cycleus, Refraia and Sanjula were all identical in the color of their hair and eyes, even though they were of such a similar blood family.

Of these, only Sanjula has black skin.

It was felt as if they were the inhabitants of the world of light and only they were the inhabitants of the world of darkness.

"Fair enough. Whatever you want, let me talk about your journey. If I tell you a boring story, I'll grab you some tea in the face."

With the arrogance of a nobleman who doesn't know what scares him, Refraia said so.

The black emotions that dwell on Sanjula's chest have brought her sickle like a venomous snake.

That was nothing more than a passion for animosity and resentment towards the girl in front of me.