787 Wind Clouds in Castle Town (Medium)

From the Baron's Ball, a few months later - over the silver moon, in the year Polearth turned 22 and Merrim turned 17, the two were to give a wedding.

It was mostly the persuasion of my father and brother that was exchanged during those months.

Apparently, the Polearths' families were hoping that Shawn's second son would spin an edge with the Count Turan family.

At that time, the Count Turan family was in the process of assuming power over the Marquis de Genos, which was a very strong lord. Many nobles, not only the Count Dalaim family, would have liked to have had an affair with the Count Turan family.

But at the end of the day, my father and brother were also to be broken.

I was relieved of the passion of Pole Earth - not that it is difficult to pawn a political marriage in the Pole Earth style, did you decide?

Whatever it was, Polearth was allowed to offer Merrim a wedding.

Merrim's family raised their hands and welcomed it. It may have been an undesirable joy for them, such as the dowry of the Count family into the main family muscle.

However, such surrounding thoughts were also somewhat terminal for them.

Polearths and Merrim were deeply bonded when they were outward-looking.

Originally, the Polearths did not consider you an object of romance.

But it wasn't because they weren't attracted to each other, it was because of their lack of confidence in themselves. Being in love with someone like this is a terrible thing - and that's how you assumed it would be.

"'Cause I'm the kind of person who loses me to loving a blueworm, right? I can't believe that a fine woman like Polearth would fall in love with such a young lady... you can't possibly imagine that."

"What's so splendid about me? A man who's just sloppy at home without being in a government position until this age is in a position that should be called a waste of time."

In such interaction, the two moods were aggregated at the time.

Either way, those two were supposed to give you a wedding.

The new life with Merrim was smooth and full of sails.

Or, limited to Pole Earth, it was the culmination of happiness.

Life together under the same roof did not compromise Merrim's charm. Instead, the attraction seemed to increase somewhat. Very flamboyant, without a back table and full of compassion for others, Merrim was an impeccable companion. The mother of Polearth also adored me like a real child about Merrim like that.

The only thing missing from Merrim was the "nobility".

Merrim was honest enough to be dismayed and had a terribly relaxed temper. He was also less interested in decorating himself and socializing the aristocracy, and less interested in dancing, sewing and toss riding. That part was probably worrying my family. As he had also said, this was not the case in Genos, such as the lady who weighed more on the blueworm than the feast.

But Polearth did not ask his partner to be noble or anything like this. Polearths himself was in a position where he was bored by something called the noble format, so it was perfectly fitting that such a thing should be brought into the home.

"You must have been similar to each other. Well, the journey there must have been a whole different one."

Rittia, Polearth's mother, said so. It is, of course, in places without fathers and brothers.

His father and brothers were extremely formatting men. Therefore, it seems that Merrim's presence could not be welcomed at will - but nevertheless I did not have to buy enough objection for Merrim or Polearth to receive a sermon. Also scolding a daughter so innocent and quiet would be unwilling for anyone. Ultimately, Merrim's education was left to Ritia alone, and his father and brothers were left alone.

Like that, happy days went by.

but a man's raw is something that must be flat. With his wedding with Merrim culminating in his happiness, Polearth was to carry a twitchy sense of loss after that.

Of course, it's not like Merrim made any mistakes.

It is only a matter of Polearth's feelings.

As the happy days pass by a year or two, Polearth also asks, "Is it okay to stay like this? I was caught up in a vague sense of anxiety.

"What the hell is wrong with Polearths? Talk to me, if you like."

At noon one day, while enjoying tea in the garden, Merrim called it that way.

Two years have passed since I gave you my wedding, and it is the year Polearth turned 24 and Merrim turned 19.

Her mother, Rittia, was asked by an acquaintance to prepare a banquet costume or something, because she seemed to be busy in the morning, and there is only the appearance of Polearth and Merrim there. Due to that insecurity, Polearth also decided to confess honestly.

"I'm looking out for a self that won't last. With your companionship, I was able to attain unparalleled happiness... but it's a waste of food just to be sheltered by my father and brother. That's it, don't be sneaky."

"Are you wasting your food? But even you, my lord or brother, would be able to help you with your work?

"That's a substitute chore for anyone. He's just assigning me the right job because he's not in the right shape to play with me too much."

"Mmm," Merrim raised her pretty voice as she pressed her raised fingertips against her poor lips.

"Is that so? I'm not sure what your job is... so what do you want to do?

"I would like to be entrusted with a more rewarding task. I don't have any sense of talent, but I'd like to at least try to squeeze the power out of it."

After answering that way, Polearth sneaked in his heart and added:

(So I want to be someone you can be proud of.)

Passing on those words would just embarrass Merrim. Merrim was not a man seeking such things from his partner.

But Polearths became more obsessed than ever. The happier I am with Merrim, the more (can I stay like this...) I follow.

Polearth, as the second son of the Count Dalaim family, lives in peace. Even if you remain in official office, you will not be expelled from your home. If my father and brother are taken away before my brother's son grows up, Polearth will assume the seat of the Lord of the Earls.

but I can't imagine that robust father and brother dying prematurely or anything, and my brother already has a boy who is two years old. Even if by mistake my brother were to return his soul, the Father would protect the Earl family as a guardian until his son was raised. Otherwise, Polearth would have been educated more as a successor as well.

(In short, I guess that means I was limited to my father from quite an early age)

How, then, should a second son, confined to his father, stand up?

The path was completely invisible to Pole Earth.

"Don't be too surprised, you. I will be happy enough if you are healthy."

Merrim's hand softly overlays Polearth's hand placed on the table.

When Polearth nodded, "Yeah" to it - Shayla, the samurai, approached with a thorough foothold.

"Please excuse me for relaxing. Master Polearth, I took care of your letter outside the mansion. How would you like to proceed?

Shayla was also sixteen years old and now she grew up to be a fine samurai.

Polearths looks back at you as he hastily pulls in his hand that was touching Merrim on the table.

"My letter? I don't know, but who the hell is it from?

"Yes. He was named Kamua-Josh of The Guardian. When I came back from shopping, he was waiting for me at the gate, and he entrusted it to me."

It was a well-sealed letter with wax.

Por Earth, who looked through its contents, was to be caught by such a surprise.

"This is a letter from Lord Melfried! Why would Lord Melfried do something to me..."

"Does Lord Melfried mean that Lord Melfried, who is to be the first Viscount of the Marquis of Genos and head of the Kingsguard Corps?

The slight merim is also a decent face.

As he nodded back, Polearth immediately read the written statement.

"I don't know what this means... Oh, Shayla, you've had a hard time. Can you just stay back for a second? And keep this letter a secret from the others."

After wearing a completely samurai-like calm in the last three years or so, Shayla slipped back, without showing her dissatisfied face.

After losing sight of it, Polearth moves back towards Merrim.

"Lord Melfried wants to help me... that's what this letter says. What the hell is this all about?

"Lord Melfried told you...? Were you made cordial with Lord Melfried?

"No way! I can't believe the first son of the Marquis Genos only gets a chance to show his face at a ceremony as big as this, and I'd rather have a little greeting."

"Right. We never saw Lord Melfried at the feast we had spinning our edges."

That said, Merrim smiled with a grin.

"But when it comes to Lord Melfried, he is known for his openness and impartiality. If it is a request from such a person, is there not a need to jeopardize anything?

"Yeah, but... why did you call me instead of my father or my brother..."

Moreover, it was written in secret to my father, to my brother, to my ministers - and so on.

It is not a bit unusual to talk about the Lord of the Count's House or his succession, having a second son consulted, etc. I almost wanted to suspect that someone would be making fun of me if the Earl's family hadn't been engraved in writing.

(But I don't think it's worth using. If it's not a prank or a conspiracy, I wonder what the hell it is)

Maybe - is it a conspiracy?

Thinking of it that way, Pol Earth's heart bounced big.

"And anyway, I'll talk to the Guardian. I don't know what's refreshing like this."

"Can you go out? Then please be careful, you."

"Yeah. If it's any strange story, he'll run back like a Geez on fire on his tail.... Merrim, can you keep this story to yourself?

"Yes, I did."

Merrim smiled flamboyantly, without any evil appearance.

You're not taking my mother-in-law's existence lightly, you're believing me that Polearth can't do something that won't do it for my mother. Soothed by such a Merrim smile, Polearth was to leave the garden behind.

Return to the mansion and order Shayla to get Totos and the car ready.

The document also describes the means to meet the Kamua-Josh figure. Polearths offered the most trustworthy of his servants the role of his lord, and followed Count Dalaim's mansion without taking a confession.

(The fact that you chose Shayla as the person to give you the letter must have also been investigated for her being a maid of honor with me. Still, calling me outside without visiting the mansion means that I am wary of my father's and brother's eyes)

Thinking of it that way, my spine tingled.

Somehow, I feel like I'm back to being a toddler stealing my family's eyes and putting them in a prank. Although the Count's second son could only be regarded as reckless, Polearth was unable to contain the impulse that arose in his chest.

(I don't think I can have such a dramatic conversation. But if Lord Melfried really relied on me... maybe he could do something to make everyone around him say so)

Soon after that, Totos' car arrived at its destination.

There is no such thing as a philosophy, it is an inn for civilians. Pohlearth, who concealed his face with a jacket and a headscarf as instructed, stepped inside the inn, able to tell his squire to wait there.

"Welcome. Are you staying?

The owner of the fat inn smiles. This was my first time stepping into an inn or something, but that's just the castle town and nothing seems suspicious. If this was a lodging house in Inn Town, I wouldn't have felt comfortable pointing my feet at it with Pole Earth.

"No, I'd like to be followed by someone named Camua-Josh who uses this inn..."

"Oh, you're Master Camua-Josh, it's the first back room upstairs"

Polearth thanked him and went upstairs on a sturdy looking staircase made of bricks.

After all, is this kind of afternoon something that all of us are out there, quiet inside the inn? Polearth slammed the designated door with the back of his hand, honking his chest.

"Yes," he said, a brilliant looking boy.

I would still be about ten years old. She cuts off her pale shaded hair beautifully and has a grown up look on her unusual face.

"Oh, uh... is this Lord Camua-Josh's room?

"Yes, please come in"

There was no way to flaunt anything, and the boy led Polearth to his room.

There are two men in a small room that can see the whole thing with one eye. To the figure of one of them, Polearth was to be drained of his temper.

"Ki, are you... aren't you the people of the North?

"Yes, I am a mother of the people of the North, but I am the son of the Western gods."

The person had golden brown hair and purple eyes, and was long.

But he doesn't look as robust as the people of the north who hear rumors, he's a little thin and thin. The man relieved himself of his sworn ritual against Western gods while smiling at the details.

"This me, Camua-Josh, I swear I am the Son of Western God.... I apologize for taking you to such a place, Lord Polearth"

Then this man was Camuer-Josh, the deputy of Melfrid.

What I refrained from next to is also a tough man who seems to be making rough things work.

When the first boy returned from closing the door, the three of them had knelt down simultaneously to pay tribute to the nobility.

"This is Zashma from The Guardian, just like me, and this is my apprentice, Leite. It is an honor not to give you this prayer, Lord Polearth."

"Yes, no... anyway, raise your face. You represent Lord Melfried, don't you?

"Yes," Camua-Josh raised his face.

Courtesy toward the nobility seems to be excessive, but they don't share the fear. A grinning grin remained on his face, marked by his golden brown beard.

"Most importantly, it is this Zashma who is working on a formal request from Melfried. However, I am supposed to take care of any outstanding troubles, so let me mention my name in the reference."

"Outstanding troubles, huh? I mean, is Lord Melfried going to take care of me, too? I hardly know him, but it's a strange story."

"Yes, but this is a story that only Lord Polearth can count on. I have a lot of questions, but I'd appreciate it if you'd listen to me first."

"Um, well, if we don't have a situation here, we can't answer anything. What kind of stories are you going to tell me?

Polearths tried his best to make it work, but such a void was to be smashed to pieces by wood dust in the next word.

"It is about the overthrow of Cycleus, the head of the Count Turan family. We're plotting to expose the great crimes Cycleus has committed in the past."

That's how Camua-Josh began to tell a really scary story with a smile that didn't kill bugs either.

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(I can't believe we're going to defeat that Cycleus... is there such a ridiculous story?)

On that day, Polearth was to have a sleepless night.

In my head, words I hear during the day whirl around. It was as comforting as Polearth, who was walking raw past too flat, was suddenly thrown out in the middle of a storm.

"Why... why should I be involved in such a big story? The outright confrontation between the Marquis Genos and Count Turan houses is too much for me!

After listening to strange things, Polearth was so twitchy.

"But this is the only story I can ask of Lord Polearth. You can't get any fatter in the Viscount or Baron's than the Count's, can you?

"Well, then my father, Lord Luidros of the Earl of Saturas..."

"No. Those people have already given in to Cycleus in a mood. So often, bystanders, if you're bad, you'll give it to Cycleus."

That's true, maybe you were right.

I don't know about the Earls of Saturas, but Polearths' father and brothers are thinking about connecting themselves to the Earls of Turan. We are looking to meet the Count Turan family, which is holding remarkable power in Genos, rather than confront it. It may have occurred to me that the Marquis de Genos had a sense of crisis.

"Nothing, I do not wish Lord Polearth to stand on the arrow. But soon Cycleus will be impeached. I'd like to ask for your help."

I suppose that means that when the firmness of the Marquis of Genos and the Count of Turan has come to an end, I want to ask my father and my brothers to root so that the Count of Dareim does not lose sight of Cycleus' side.

Polearths had no choice but to answer in a sigh.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have that power. My father and brother don't listen to me."

"No. Negotiating materials for this purpose are prepared here"

That's how Camua-Josh uttered an even more astonishing word.

It is a secret ploy to strike the Count Turan family hard.

It was - about the means of processing a cheap, non-tasty Poitan, tailored to a value equal to that of Fuwano.

(If Poitan, which was only crude portable food for travellers, could also be eaten by people in town...... it would bring to Dareim an amazing amount of wealth)

If Poitan thus replaces Fuwano, the Count Turan family, which grows Fuwano, will greatly damage wealth.

That, in other words, was supposed to be an act that would do a great deal of damage to the power Cycleus built.

"Sure, then we might be able to move the hearts and minds of the people who are onto Cycleus.... but why me? Then why don't you rely on my father?

"No. I understand your disrespect and let me tell you the truth, but not your father or brother. You and your father should be careful and conservative in beating the stone bridge and not crossing it?... Well, I just heard those kind of person reviews from Melfried, but then they don't play such a big role either. What we need now is not a wall to protect the castle, but a broken hammer to break it down."

That being said, Camua-Josh was something I laughed at a lot.

"As I told you earlier, we are struggling to break down the great castle called Cycleus with our hands with the people by the woods. It will take a long time for your father or brother to bond with the people of the woods who have been abhorred by the Barbarians in Genos. What we want is for you to have a culture of change that doesn't go to your teeth, such as old masterpieces."

Remembering Camua-Josh's smile and words, Polearth struck him over and over again.

The man with the odd vibe has probably made such a suggestion after turning to the facts of Polearths. It was as comfortable as being seen through all that depression creeping into the corner of Polearth's mind, his covert ambition to break the status quo, and all that stuff.

"You... can't sleep yet?

and Merrim, lying on the same sleeping table, asks in a tone half as if he were in a dream.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You woke me up. Whatever it is for me, take a rest."

"hehe... you can't sleep like that..."

Merrim's little hand gently asked for Polearth's hand in the blanket.

"Whatever path you choose, I am perfectly at your side… Please, proceed with your heart…"

Only the moonlight was in the darkness of reliance, and Merrim seemed to smile softly.

Polluth sifts his temper and makes him laugh back as he shook that warm hand back.

"Yeah. I've already decided the way to go. I know you might have a hard time... but I need you to trust me to follow you."

"From the beginning, I intend to…"

After a while, I heard Merrim resting in peace.

Listening comfortably to it, Polearth dazzles the ceiling closed by darkness.

(Yes, I've already decided the way to go)

Polearth was determined to work with the Melfried and Camua-Josh.

Use Poitan to bring great wealth to Dareim. That's why I decided to do everything in my power.

If you don't bond with the people of the woods, you won't get the means, let's play the big part.

It is certainly a role that does not belong to the Fathers and Brothers of Polearths. My father and my brothers had shown a great deal of disgust the other day when the great criminals by the woods started a commotion in Inn Town.

(Although it's too hard to believe that the people of the woods are a clan with a sober heart... but that doesn't matter. If they bring tremendous wealth to Dareim, let's bond anything)

The passion of Polearths, who had long lost his way, finally found its way.

Polearth once felt herself dawning about when she offered Merrim her wedding.