217 Episode 211: The Precious Blood

Minutes later, Real met a person in the living room of the mansion.

"Fufufu, Nice to meet you Really, but is it the second time you meet your face?"

What awaited was an elf woman wearing a mask.

When he first met King Eldafos, Real remembered that she was the woman who was waiting for her.

ス Forthlyn visited Real's room because she visited the mansion to meet Real.

After the show, it's late at night. Originally, it would be a matter of changing the day, but apparently even King Forslin, who is the assistant to the king, seems to be a difficult opponent. It is evident that Forcelin's expression is hard after entering the room.

"Please forgive me for being a little less courteous, because of my role, what I have been obliged to do from generation to generation."

What women do is probably the mask they wear. Real shook his head.

"No, that's not the case. Again, the dress is not official."

Real wasn't in his usual light armor, but in his unveiled dress. He tried to change clothes when he was called by Forslin, but he had to take his time and effortlessly.

"I don't care about that. I knew from the first time I showed my face, but even me of the same sex is a beauty that falls in love with me." "I'm sorry." I can't afford it. "

The masked woman put her hand on her mouth, which was a mask, but laughed.

"She was late to introduce herself. I'm a priestess in Eldafoss. I've discarded my name when I became a priestess, so please understand that." … Sure, were you the King ’s advisor? ”

After taking care of the Forthlyn mansion, Real read the politics and culture of El Dafos in the interim. In the future, it was only natural to find out who was involved.

Most of the "Miko" that appeared during the search was almost nothing, except for the description "Counselor," as Real said, and the other, "A person who keeps the royal family pure." Was.

"Don't be afraid. I'm just the king's talker. I don't have any concrete real power."

It was a shrine maiden, but Real was not honest enough to accept the words as framed. Forsulin's stiff expression tells us that the status of a shrine maiden is more than a "speaker."

"I was supposed to join the party and say hello, but I wasn't in good shape ..." "No ... so shrine maiden. "

Because of the mask, the opponent's facial expression cannot be seen, and their emotions cannot be guessed.

Real floated in one corner of his head, as if all the objects he had been talking about with his armor had similar emotions.

"Fourthrin. Sorry, could you take your seat off? I want to talk with Real alone."

Forsulin was a little lost, but left the room according to the shrine maiden's words.

The shrine maiden cut out the story as soon as they were alone.

"I heard from Celias who came back to the Royal Castle and I really wanted to talk."

Really feels so bitter.

Although he is the king's counselor, he is more likely to be the "royal counselor". The first time Celius's name came out of the shrine maiden's mouth, it was predictable.

"Actually, it was me who proposed the marriage of you and Cerias to the king."

In the confession of the shrine maiden, Real endured desperately to say, "I want to imitate you."

"... I do not intend to accept the offer of the Highness of the Second Prince." Is that the thing? "

Certainly, if you think calmly, it is exactly what the shrine maiden says.

For a clan of the ruling class, marriage is the strongest connection. He knew that Real had been mentioned as a general in charge of the troops, not as a noble, but as a soldier serving the empire.

… Maybe if you were a Real, you might have been thinking this story positively. If you were swearing unwavering loyalty to Diagar.

But it was too late.

Of course, there is loyalty to Emperor Diagar. There is also patriotism. Some prides are guardians of imperial subjects.

But more than that ... an important existence has been created.

Return words in a calm tone.

"I'm very grateful for your efforts, but my intentions remain the same." "I would like you to think about it without being so evil." "The answer is the same no matter how many times you say."

Real rejected the shrine maiden's proposal again.

With the stubborn Real's attitude, the shrine maiden puts his hand on his chin and shows a little thought.

"Hello, does Real have anybody who has already decided on his heart?" "..............."

Real closes his mouth keeping calm.

"... isn't that person a white-haired tribe who made arrangements with Celius?" "..............."

Real silences again. But it was a silence equal to affirmation.

"To be honest, it's not a very good hobby. I guess it's an adventurer and a man of the race who loves him."

The shrine maiden's tone contained obvious contempt.

"What would you think if the nobles knew these things?"

The tone of the shrine maiden was polite, but it was almost intimidating.

If half of Real's thoughts, who inherited the lineage of the royal family, were mere races, the nobles of Eldaphos would not be silent. It is highly likely that some will move to make Kanna a dead person.

"I wish I didn't die because of some misfortune."

Most of the time, I'm going to say that if Kanna's life is too late, give up on him.

"Punk" "... What's wrong?"

However, Real burst into laughter.

Real said to the suspicious shrine maiden after laughing frequently.

"What if you're going to do what you call 'white-haired people ...'"

Real separated there and looked at the shrine maiden. His expression remains the same, but he shoots the shrine maiden at a gaze of shooting.

That man, "Be ready, I will not forgive any opponent, whether it be a noble or a royal." "He received the life of Emperor Diagar Such a stupid imitation that cracks diplomatic relations ... "

Real's massive dialogue that discarded the polite tone ... but the shrine maiden realized that it was not a joke.

"... Is it going to be a threat?" "That's where you mentioned the threat first, rather than a threat."

気 A lot of killing seemed to accompany even the impact, which overflowed into the room.

"I'm not confident that I can keep my reason, even if I hurt Kanna." Isn't that trying to pull in something that inherits the savage blood? ''

After a sigh of irony, the shrine maiden said, "Happiness."

"… Did it end up like this? Well, I wasn't thinking about speaking and listening in the first place.

I do not include lies in my words. All are serious remarks. There is no doubt that it has been transmitted to the shrine maiden more than enough.

Still, Real felt awkward that the shrine maiden still had room. It was as if he would never turn the intimidation of Real, the head of the Knights and a long-time warrior.

"Either way, you have no veto, as long as the precious elf's blood is flowing in its frame." "... What?"

The shrine maiden put his hand on the mask she was wearing.

With just such a feature, Real's spine shook.

Something is crazy.

The part near the instinct sounds the largest alarm bell.

But before Real takes any action.

"You're bad. If you've accepted it honestly, you won't have to worry."

──The shrine maiden removed the mask.