126 Episode 123: Black Raven and White Raven

Monica Buendia.

That's the name of the maid who assassinated the previous timeline, Prince Abel.

Prince Abel, known as the famous player, was said to have motivated his passion…, but the detailed circumstances were never revealed at last.

Time flies and goes all the way back...

The day after the Meers fell into the river.

Monica was walking down the hallway of the Royal Castle in the Kingdom of Remno. On the way there was an office of a certain official.

Stand in front of the door and knock in constant rhythm. and the door opened without sound.

"Graham."

"Monica..."

Graham was more accommodating than usual and greeted Monica with a face that did not hide her displeasure.

"The ones from the Vajra Infantry..., what the hell do you mean they still don't move... There's no way this is going to be the work of the Empire's wisdom..."

After crushing it in a tone stained with suspicious darkness, Graham turns to Monica.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Yes, this one arrived this morning"

Monica gives Graham a small folded vegetable paper (papyrus) in her hand.

"Ku... Princess Mia and Prince Zion..."

Graham at first reading crushed bitterly.

Then, after spilling a sigh, pass the substitute vegetable paper to Monica.

Send this to your home country.

"Excuse me."

It's Monica's job to rewrite the encrypted letter further into a lettering for the message bird.

Monica frowned after reading the letter she received from Graham at first reading.

"Um, really, are you sure?

"What do you mean?

"This brings the country to war…, misinformation. Are you sure you want to send this?

"You black ravens are fine with that. It is in the shadows that we gather information so as not to be conspicuous. But I'm a white raven. For the glory of our country, it is our true desire to use information as a weapon to fight."

Monica bites her teeth small into the words.

Kingdom of Sankland, Intelligence Unit "Kazarasu"

The main task of an intelligence service built in the days of kings a few generations ago is to infiltrate countries and bring back various pieces of information to their own countries.

The information brought back is useful for diplomatic and military purposes within the Kingdom. It was, in some ways, an organization that could be described as a passive institution.

But that's where the change comes in.

A plan for territorial expansion put forward by a man called Gem.

It will not only bring information back, but will also use it to weaken, divide and extend the territory of the Kingdom of Sankland in the name of justice.

Troops made in the windraven to implement that plan.

It's called "White Raven."

It is a white bird that announces the glory of Sankland to all the land.

"You know that, don't you? Our White Raven mission will take precedence over anyone."

"... Yes"

Though I nodded......, there was an indigestible emotion swirling inside Monica.

Leaving Graham's room, Monica sighed small.

- I don't know what you're doing, I...

Monica was proud of her native country, Sankland.

The royal family, which values justice and justice, the King's Government, which does not miss injustice, was a glorious home country that shined brightly in her.

- Aren't we..., trying to paint mud on that glory?

It was then that serious doubts dominated her body.

What a shock struck my body.

"Yikes..."

I get too motivated to fall on the spot and scatter the paperwork I had in my hand.

Although encrypted, it doesn't really touch the eyes of others.

It was Monica who rushed to pick it up, but someone stepped on a piece of plant paper that was falling at the tip of her extended hand.

"Ah..."

When I looked up, there stood a middle-aged civilian with a nigga and a nasty grin.

"Don't make a scene in a place like that, it's demonic"

Seeing Monica with contemptuous eyes, the clerk said.

As a royal maid, it is her mission to gather information. In the kingdom of Lemno, which scorns women, it is surprisingly easy to divulge information to their servants.

Whatever you hear, you can't tell it's important, that's what I'm thinking.

So to be scorned is as much as you wish......

But... that's why I'm fine. The mind easily shrinks to the malice of being hit as normal.

Hate similar to nausea boils down if you see your coworker's maid sighted with an equally scornful eye.

- If you're in a country like this..., you might as well perish.

If this irrationality can be changed, even if the blood of the people is shed, shouldn't we be allowed to rule fairly in Sankland?

That's what she came to think......, it was then.

Pick it up.

The boy's voice reached his ear. I still left it young. It was, though, a core-ridden voice somewhere.

of Monica, who looked back, in that gaze...... it is.

"I apologized for the disrespect and told you to pick up what she dropped, didn't you hear?

Abel Remno.

It was the figure of Abel Lemno, the second prince of the Kingdom of Lemno.