210 6. Reflections

"There's nothing to reflect on."

Valtrude, who returned to his home in the Wang capital, said so with his chest stretched out.

Rather than being confident, that's natural. I'm just saying it's just like summer is coming next in the spring.

Neither an inquiry into Lord Malvato, nor the subsequent summons of Yut, is an act of disgrace as one.

"Then you won't be a reflection group."

Two people in the living room at home. But where to say. When she was entrusted by the Count to run the territory, she spread the map and talked to her friends about it.

Less than two years after that.

Valtrude, who became Marquis, and tried to wash out the problems in the court meeting - suddenly he was frustrated.

"Okay, that's it."

"Wait, wait, wait."

Taking off her magical silver (Mithral) armor, she wears a world-class outfit: denim brought from Earth - originally from Yut's mother - and a young grass-colored tunic.

It goes without saying that whatever you wear suits you now, but Yut thinks it's really unmade, defenseless and good.

Not because I want to see more of her like that, but I'll hold her back in advance.

"In the meantime, Lord Malvato is fine in black, right?

"I am sure"

Are the contents being replaced, or has Lord Malvato himself become a follower of evil? I don't know that, but I affirmed once again that it was not a good being.

And then, do you believe in Valtrude or a man like that one with thin skin on that skeleton?

The answer had been decided.

"First, you need proof."

Her testimony alone cannot be disposed of, nor can it create defects in the legitimacy of Prince Alsace's reign. Be passive, but ideally return where you got your hand from the other side?

The worst thing is not to dispute Prince Alsace's crowning as it is, but to be a bug in the lion's heart later. In that case, you must be putting in a cross spear at the most troublesome time.

"So we stirred up the Baldur border uncle. It was a lonely struggle, that old man."

Yut reassembles his legs and deposits his body on his back.

Really, I get a stronger hit against him. I think I pinch too much personal feelings, but I can't help it.

Still, Yut shook his head and temporarily drove him off about Borderline Uncle.

The problem is Lord Malvato.

The only evidence to pursue him is his intuition in identifying the evil of the Cathedral Knight (Paladin). Whatever they admit, it's impossible to plead guilty to it alone.

There are some theoretical spells that sense lies - but there is also the question of who guarantees that the operator who used them is honest, and it is not public evidence.

More healthy than the other way around.

I do not intend to raise any objections in this respect.

"Incites? What are you talking about?

To Yut's evil praise, I greet Willow Eyebrow. I just grandly insisted on the right thing. She didn't have the consciousness to catch up with the Baldur Border Uncle.

"Yeah. Val's good with that."

"Mmm..."

"It's slower than that."

"There, too, I guess you'll be ready"

It's time for the sun to set.

The two of us should have even gone to the Ascension and the Epic show party if we were supposed to, but there's a reason we're stuck at home.

"Hmm? Rumor has it... right"

In Yut's head, the alarm sounds.

Warning (Alarm), a theoretical spell on a second staircase stretched around the outer perimeter of the site, informs of the presence of multiple intruders. If you're a pickup or assassin, you're more of a welcome place, but unfortunately you weren't.

"I'll pick you up."

"Please."

It was at the same time that Yut headed to the front door and the doorbell rang.

"Sorry I'm late"

"No, I'm sorry to bother you."

Laughing, smiling like a flower in full bloom is Eudit Malemias.

Pure and innocent, that's the only honeyed smile that melts a man's heart.

But Yut only feels poisoned by it. You should be lucky that she's on your side.

I was wondering if you could come back.

Orders deacons and maid-like men and women, who have accompanied Eudit, to return home and step into the mansion. The servants bow their heads respectfully and head back to the carriage.

"I will convey the words of His Majesty and His Highness."

The future queen was visiting this house as a messenger for her husband and stepfather. Of course, King Charlton would have been able to bring him in if Yut had used the Moment Move (Teleport) spell, but as a result of his reluctance to be noticed and accounted for by his absence.

Guide Eudit to the table in the central room and greet Valtrude, the mistress. Getting straight to her seat, she looks at the two of them from the front and mouths the continuation.

"If Lord Malvato is true and evil, we must eliminate him."

The king and his successor were determined not to resign themselves from eating bone meat.

It is not clear to Yut whether that determination is grievous or not.

In particular, Prince Alsace and others are like cousins who have become much older while they are petrified. I can't even tell you what emotions there are.

"Also, to risk our lives or not to quit."

"It's..."

"You two are asking me to make a fool of myself."

In my own words, I lay my eyes down in pity. Long eyelashes shake and irresistibly stimulate the craving for asylum.

"As ministers, we must be ashamed of His Majesty's determination to do this."

We don't have that much loyalty together, but it's certainly like they're pointing out a lack of ability. How much, though a certain degree of recovery is advantageous in a divine spell, is not an interesting story.

"Well, I suppose it works"

"Yut?"

The Cathedral Knight (Paladin) scolds the Great Mage (Arch Mage). She can't forgive the outrageous behavior.

(To the princess, the knight of that escort. So, I guess I'm the wizard of evil)

After dispelling that thought that came to mind, Yut said the rest.

"Nevertheless, I disagree"

Eudit stroked his chest down relieved. The wavy hair shakes loosely, and the relief is also transmitted to this one watching.

Valtrude also nodded satisfactorily.

"It's the worst possibility -"

We both turn our eyes in amazement when we hear the words that follow shortly after that.

It makes me want to deny reflexively that that can't be possible, but if you ask me, that's possible. No, gradually, I even thought it was reasonable.

"So it's risky for them to get their hands on it and then slap it"

"What you say is true."

Eudit acknowledged Yut's correctness.

But her expression doesn't stay cloudy and clear. It is good to act with the worst possibility in mind, but then what do we do?

"Your majesty and your highness said that you would become a monarch, because to convert a nobleman as high as the Duke of Malvato, you would need a corresponding sin."

"Assassination in secret..."

"Yut?"

"- It's easy to do, but then you may have a bad reputation for His Royal Highness Alsace's crowning."

"That's troublesome"

Suddenly the poor girl stood up, tears in her big eyes and a crying look on her face even now. Very, I don't think Yut or Valtrude are much older.

"Trouble......"

"Well, that's not what I meant either."

Yut, in advance, turned to follow.

You look younger, and given your real age, it's not weird even for a mother in the Brewers. I don't have trouble crying by someone like that.

"But isn't it difficult to cut off the immobilized evidence? Larsia, do you want me to call you?

"No. We'll do what we can."

Sualum's birth is near and Exile doesn't want to move.

I want to entrust Larsia with the escort of Acorn, who will soon come to the king's capital, and territorial management will not stand when he is gone from Falv until Arsia.

Jonah needed to be placed in Falve because she wanted to leave emergency travel to her in Teleportation.

It's like my hands and feet are tied up, but there's a math.

"If it is immobile evidence, is it such as an illegitimate accumulation or a letter indicating an insider connection with the Verga Empire? I'm worried I'll make it in time."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Once in a while, three pairs of gazes intertwine.

At least, that's not what Yut thought of the math.

(He was a wizard of evil and a plotting princess. What to do)

There was nothing I could do.

"Hey, I need to check with Grandpa, but you shouldn't have to cross the dangerous bridge"

Remembering the scene when he entered the room of the great sage Vainamarinen, Yut told the two of them of his abdominal proposal.

An eye that is about to pop out of his orbit stares at the departed door of the visitor.

Aristocrats who stepped out of it willingly - forgot in an instant about the Baldur border uncle, and the man known as Lord Malvato rose up.

A body so thin and dull that it doubts the presence of muscles. Each part is accentuated and creepy just because the face is poorly shaped.

A look that is also unhealthy.

He moves straight ahead of his appearance.

A glass mirror with less distortion, not metal. A treasure shaped, polished and luxuriously decorated by leading craftsmen.

"That's ugly..."

It's not self-derision, it's just a tone of fact checking. I do my hand to my jaw and stroke my entire face up from there.

Since then, he has unlocked his mental concentration.

Lord Malvato's entire body is shaken, crushed, and he loses his prototype. A human body becomes intermediate between a solid and a liquid. It was as if it were going to raise the clay.

A skeleton-like face that remained until the end turned into a metallic glossy material.

What you see in the mirror is something rusty.

I don't even think it was an organism, it was something that looked like a person.

"Thou art a man..."

Objectively, he would be called a monster.

But in his subjectivity, he was human. Besides, to think that no one is as human as you are.

Dark Crowler.

Something that lets people dream about the world and invites them to decadence.

The demons who live in Nara (Demon Road), a race supposedly created by Maris-Alice Kallis, the guardian of nightmares. He is also a native psychic power user.

Utilizing its properties, it has been replaced by a sick and dead Lord Malvato for several years. He was just quiet, aiming for the throne.

You don't have to put your hands down anything.

If the current king dies, it will roll in - it should have.

If I can, I want to have this Rotosilt kingdom intact and by legitimate means.

And give it to me.

Most honorable in the world.

The greatest in the world.

The most beautiful in the world.

The only thing he loves, to Empress Verga.

Yes. It's not family love like a death giant, it's not love like a bloodsucking marquis.

He loved Verga, a woman, as one man.

Is there anything more to the proof of man? Even if it's one-sided.

I don't ask for anything in return.

Just because I did.

That's his.

Original name, appearance, even the past.

It was the wish of the man who threw everything away.