264 245 o'clock stops, with his wife and kid.

"Seven! It's late! What were you doing! Stew, you're so cold!

"Sorry, a little (...). And reheat it. I don't like the cold ones."

"I'm already doing it!

The lights are plenty angry but rewarming the stew for me.

If it's a corner, you want it delicious, and if it's a corner, even as a light, you want it delicious.

"Hey, is something wrong? The hallway was noisy earlier."

Whilst stirring the stew, Wright asks me that.

Hmm, what did I tell you from...

"First the emperor summoned me, then the emperor was brainwashed by Spica, and I was about to be brainwashed by Spica, too, untie his shadow brainwash before I caught Spica"

"Wait. Suddenly I don't know how to be the best I've ever been. Oh, what? Your father brainwashed you? To Spica!? Ha!? What's a little (...)!? Seven, I know what you mean a little!? Explain it!

From there, or make it a pain in the ass.

"From there or don't look like it!

Whoa, they're finding out.

Wright also forgot to stir the stew, and he's eaten up on my story.

"Stew, you're gonna burn."

"No, it's time to be eaten... not in that case now!

"Then let's talk while we eat"

"... uh, too!

A light that scratches the back of the head about three round-trips and grates the stew from the fire.

I sprinkled a pinch of chopped parsley on a plate for two.

Come on, come on, wait up. Light's special white stew.

I have Rice on my table without being asked anything in particular. The opposing lights look like baked bread.

You're Rice anyway, aren't you? Rough meals as though to say so. No, well, honestly, I like them both just as much. Sylvia and Yukari always see it with a face like "Are you serious..." but Eco and Raz are good understanders.

"Ah, delicious."

"Morning! Quick, put it in your mouth and you'll feel it."

"Says it's as palatable and delicious as it sounds. Try it yourself."

"Huh? Ugh, yeah"

The stew was very well done.

The lights follow me and carry the spoon to my mouth.

"Oh, sure... while I am"

It seemed more delicious than I thought, and its face soothed.

Then for a few minutes, enjoy dinner with the lights while we talk about cooking.

"And you're pretty calm, huh?

"No, because it's Seven"

When my plate was emptied, I cut it out like that, and the lights gave it back like that with a shuddering face. Sounds like Wright is the "fault" not the "thanks" one.

"Then let's just say the gist. Your father seems to have been brainwashed by Spica for a long time. With the skill of brainwashing magic, he had been subjugated independently of his will. I'm going to ask myself how long it's been, what things have been made to do and what has changed"

"Brainwashing magic... what if Father had been brainwashed for two years?

"What makes you think that?

"It was two years ago that it got unusually cold on me. In retrospect, the policy of the Empire has changed since then, Cigarone has been made prime minister and Mother has been closed. Right, you mean that! Two years ago was just when Spica was welcomed into Imperial Castle as an occupier......!

Wright let go of the spoon, and stood up rattling his chair, clutching his fist in defiance and trembling.

- I thought so. I can't help myself and look at me.

"... well, what can I do to panic? Seven, I'll leave you to it."

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Oh, my God, Wright. Hey. You've grown so much!

"Seven. Can I ask you for one?

"Whoa, say anything."

"Was Father cold on me because of the brainwashing..."

And that's all I'm saying.

"No, I knew it, no"

Wright stopped doing me a favor. He looks like he's blown out somehow.

"What is it, okay?

When I heard, Wright gestured with both palms pointing sassy up and opened his mouth.

"I just checked and thought nothing would change. I decided to go my way. I don't need to be obsessed with evaluation from my father or my sister anymore."

No, what happened with the bees? Aren't we overgrown in the last few days?

As I was rounding my eyes, Wright had guessed, giggling and saying this.

"Thanks to Seven (...). You didn't notice?

"... you got one, damn it"

It doesn't seem like he's serious about going for a cook, but finding pleasure in his daily whispering dishes must have led to his spiritual growth.

Somehow, don't get your chest hot.

"So, what happened to the spica in question?

"Oh, prison. Aside from your father, there was some confusing spica, some brainwashed spica shadow, and a killer that Merson brought in, and there was something sobering about it, but I managed to keep it all."

"Shh, that's amazing. If that's true...... today was a tough day, Seven"

"No, it all happened curly in about an hour"

"... I'm used to it, but come on, will you stop solving it in a shorter time than I make stew?

The lights that were calming down because of me told me to blink with my eyes.

Fair enough, okay. I've never been there before.

"Dear treat"

I finished my after-dinner cup of tea and took a seat. Thirty minutes of the promise is about to pass.

"Well, after all, you're still working overtime today."

Grow a long stretch, a word.

Then the light opens its mouth in such a way as to do good.

"But you look better than you did when you had paperwork."

Sort of.

"Thanks to Stew."

"Liar."

Two of us, our faces broke naturally.

"- It's Seven. I don't know how to thank you."

I interrupt the Emperor's room. No, the Emperor said so at the opening, bowing his head.

"With this Gold Marvel, with the greatest gratitude and respect, I promise I will always reward you"

I have no more honesty.

It's not a rare thing, such as the emperor bowing his head. Probably the only thing on this occasion is me and Casablanca, which is why they lowered their heads. I also know that it is not easy to lower.

"First of all, it's time for the rest to be brainwashed... but the stars are attached"

"Brainwashing magic will always succeed if activated with the other person's flesh touched. Your Majesty must have been touched somewhere in his body."

"Did you say Casablanca? Yeah, you're right. Two years ago, Carlton, the occupier of Empire One, praised him as a" rare occupier, "and why he had originally recommended Spica, the rest was interested and allowed to look. At that time, I showed my palm to Spica, who said he was going to have a fortune. I thought brainwashing started at that moment."

Carlton, the best occupier in Teito. You're a fairly famous astrologer because the Emperor admits to being the Emperor.

"That's for sure. I met her at the“ Pianisimo family ”where she served as a servant of slaves."

"... slaves. Yeah, you did."

What Mr. Philip of the Maurice Chamber of Commerce was talking about came out of Casablanca's mouth. That guy, he's in business with solid information. Mr. Phillip's liking increased by one in me.

"Yes. Approximately two years ago, when I visited the Pianisimo family to receive a request for assassination, I was also touched by her, who came to serve. Brainwashed from that moment on, I made the head of the Pianisimo family look sick and dead and assassinated. It's a house with blacker rumors than the original. As it could be rubbed with inheritance, the injustice of the former Lord became apparent one after the other, and was quickly crushed. And then I visited Carlton, the fortune teller, with her."

"You're connected to the rest."

"Yes. I think her purpose was already to brainwash Her Majesty, more than when she brainwashed me."

"So, is there?"

"The astrologer Carlton is also brainwashed. He went on to say that his own successor was none other than Spica Amrit, and sometimes even involved the newspaper in promoting her greatness, which, as a result, took less than a month for his admiration of His Majesty to materialize."

"I also remember the rest. Initially, I thought it was something that had a great fortune teller even though he was still young... but I didn't know there was such a backdrop anymore"

It's an absurd story. Mr. Philippe said that Spica had been treated badly and uninterruptedly in that Pianisimo family for a long time from a young child. The motive for thinking about killing our Lord first would be so much more than aligned.

... I see. I somehow figured out why Spica was able to master Brainwashing Magic.

Mastery condition of "taking 300 attacks from slaves with assassination techniques". The Pianissimo family she lived in since childhood was such a horrible environment.

No, but... I've spent more than a decade there, and it'll only take three hundred? If so, wouldn't Spica learn Brainwashing Magic sooner? Wouldn't there be more ways to master it?

Yes, for example - Spica Amrit, she was the concealer of Lucia Icene, the Duchess of Ladies, who took over Brainwashing Magic at the same time as her death, a possibility.

It is only my prediction. But... oh, that's better, I'm still convinced. Winfield said, one time Lucia should be using it somewhere. Maybe I used it for Spica, and that's what I felt by accident.

I thought you were clear about this one. A complete brainwashing measure is to get brainwashed once. If Lucia loved Spica, it's not an impossible story that Spica would have applied measures from a very young age. Because Lucia is also protecting Yukari.

Wasn't Lucia using the Maurice Chamber of Commerce to send Spica away from the political conflict to the Empire?

And this is how I brainwashed it. "Forget about Brainwashing Magic" -.

The growth type is hereditary. That's obvious in one of Nova's cases. If so, wouldn't you also inherit NPC-specific skills like Brainwashing Magic? Wasn't Spica born to master Brainwashing Magic?

Therefore, Lucia brainwashed Spica to forget "Brainwashing Sorcery" and kept her away from the kingdom… Brainwashing broke on some clap and Spica remembered how to use "Brainwashing Sorcery".

... could be my flying paranoia. But Tsujitsu fits.

Besides, most importantly, the reason I feel like I might be - the ring Spica had a lot on her hands (...).

So was Lucia. Dark makeup, colorful gems, and clothing hobbies were very similar to the NPC Lucia Ice Scene I know.

- The result is this?

I don't know, I'm gonna do it.

Maybe that's what I went for out of deep love. He may have broken up with the thought of a severed intestine, wanting my child to be at least alive in a safe place.

But here's what actually happened. The spica is distorted (...). Strong and complicated enough that no one can save you...

…………

To this reasoning, the Emperor and Casablanca, let's keep quiet. We should not talk much about Brainwashing Magic in the future. There are also in the world those who cannot resist the temptation.

The important thing in this meeting right now is not her birth, but the two years they've spent.

"Phew... the Empire has changed badly in the last two years"

The emperor meditated and leaned slightly, sighing. Well, one or two sighs, you'll even want to follow.

By the way, how many spikas have brainwashed before? With Casablanca, the fortune teller Carlton, the emperor, me and Mr. Lynn, five? No, it didn't take me long after all, so it's the four of us. That's just the maximum number of times Winfield was expecting it.

"The rest have made Cigarone their prime minister. I treated all my daughters, and I treated my son cold. I shut my wife down. Two years. Too long. Oh, in retrospect...... it's just stupid"

Emperor with his hands on his forehead and his regrets as he leaned down.

"... don't send reinforcements to Bal either. If only we'd let Cigarone go then."

Whoa, you think it's Bal? Is that about Chancellor Bal Moreau, the dog of the Empire who was once in the Kingdom of Castar?

"Bal, what?

"Don't you know Seven? Well, I can't help it. Bal is the rest of my old friend."

"Old friend..."

"The plan was to dive into the centre of the Kingdom of Castar, take charge of the First Prince, turn him into a puppet, and take control of the country, but he was half-hearted and discussed."

Definitely. I'm talking about Bal Moreau.

"I had ordered you to come back to the Empire if it seemed more difficult to carry out the plan than the original. We also kept in touch frequently and the plan was going well. But since two years ago..."

Team exclusive communications. Sure, I thought he was supposed to have used it, but Winfield said it was "unlikely". If a military teacher is like that, I guess it was really unlikely.

I see... Until two years ago, I used it. Since the emperor was brainwashed, it has been a one-way street from Bal. That's why I said, "Do you have the means to contact me?" And when I incited Bal Moreau, I guess he just kept quiet.

"Bal went too deep. Oh... well, I finally realized. Cigarone was right. He said it was the Empire's way to beat him directly from the front, without using his back hand or anything. While the rest was being brainwashed, even after he became a prime minister he didn't even want to be, he tried to correct the rest unchanged..."

Did the emperor reflect or finally raise his face, which was leaning down?

"And there it is. Without you, what would have happened to the rest? Seven, then and Cigarone, even when the rest was brainwashed and there was nothing they could do, sincerely and diligently. Thank you again. Thanks............!

I guess I really appreciate it, this guy. I received my thanks again from the Emperor of Moist Eyes.

"Your Majesty. One thing bothers me"

"Oh, what is it? Tell me everything."

It kind of gave me the air to answer, so I'll ask you what I was wondering.

"Why, Spica favoured His Highness Merson, treated His Highness Wright coldly, and shut Her Majesty the Queen... uh, the"

"Never mind, tell me."

"Yes. I was wondering why you called me“ father "about Your Majesty."

"... or"

The emperor looks tough as ever.

No, but you'll be curious about this!

I thought it might suck a little, but my curiosity won. I hope I didn't piss you off......

"Casablanca. I'm already guessing."

"Yes."

Then, oddly enough, the emperor turned to Casablanca.

Casablanca also snorts for some reason.

What? Isn't that just father-daughter play?

"She's been... chasing what she didn't get when she was young"

Something I didn't get when I was young.

Is that what you call a father?

"Her spirit is, she's a child. As a child, time is stopping. In the end, there was no environment where we could grow properly."

"The rest, it was much sweeter. I want you to praise me for working so hard on this today, I didn't like that today, and I want you to hear it, it was like a young daughter being sweet on her father"

"By contrast, I hate the existence of a mother who drove herself to hell. And so I shut down Her Majesty Queen Cleara."

"Merson had sympathy. It would have hurt my conscience to have a fatherless adolescence like myself. The opposing lights had jealousy. Two years ago, I was only fourteen, when I left the rest sweet. Plus that busty personality, Spica was angry with it. I would have liked to have kept the rest to myself."

"The conversion of His Majesty's list of meritocracies to pacifism, and that's how he was afraid of war and thoroughly avoiding it, would be just the reason for maintaining a" luxurious and rugged life with your father "

"Mm-hmm. The reason we didn't send reinforcements to Bal, the reason we kept Cigarone out of strategy as prime minister from the general, would be to protect our lives today, where everything is going well."

"A luxurious life would be the recoil of a slave life. War must have scared you. Obsessed with His Excellency Seven... perhaps that was her first love"

……… well.

Two years, the two closest to Spica say, so I guess so.

"Was it"

Oh, I don't know... I don't really want to think about who's bad or not.

This is... terrible, I can only say.

"It's Seven. Whatever you say, the rest of you sentences Spica to a maximum sentence. This will never change."

"No, I'm not sympathetic"

"So, what the hell does that face want to say?

"It's just..."

Just.

"It's just chest shit evil to death"

"… so, is there"

The emperor, who meditated quietly and nodded, seemed to feel the same as me.

I am in this mood because I made a reasoning about the birth of Spica, Lucia Icene, who is involved in Brainwashing Magic. In the same way, the Emperor is also in this mood because he has had two years dealing with Spica like a true father and daughter.

Casablanca's expression suggests that the boulder should be called a professional assassin, or it hasn't even worked perfectly. But in that mind, it could be worse than me and the Emperor. It is no exaggeration to say that she is murdered her real sister.

"Is it time to finish"

The air was so gloomy that I proposed to dissolve it.

"So, there is."

The emperor nods and mouths as he rises.

"Then, tomorrow morning, gather all your men and tell them the truth from the rest of your mouth."

Will you tell me everything? If this happens in another country, I think most countries will cover it up. Well, that sounds like an empire, too.

"Seven, Casablanca. You did a really good job today. Rest easy."

"Yes."

Hearing the Emperor's words of gratitude again, me and Casablanca left the room behind.

"Wait, Seven"

but for some reason, I'm the only one who can stop it.

"What's wrong?

"Uhm. Let me tell you while I'm at it. It is tomorrow. Yes, exactly tomorrow."

The emperor stepped closer, looked me straight in the eye, and spoke.

- Take the rest of the cup.

"............ what?

My brain freezes.

Cup? Why is that?

As various questions arose, the emperor said this as he folded up.

"It is the cup of parents and children and the cup of inheritance. Seven, be your remaining son and your next emperor -"