70 58. The Ruthless Princess is entrusted,

"... Pride.

I can hear myself watching the three of them.

It's a grown style. He's much taller than me, and he's looking down on me gently.

"Stail.... thank you so much.

Take his hand while you say so. "What do you say," he laughed, shaking my hand back.

"Everything is up to you.... just the result.

Looking up close, Steele really looks beautiful. I feel as though I'm looking at art and paintings.

Style broke his long leg as it was and slowly let me kneel as it was.

"Have I… been able to fulfill your wishes…?

Style, who is much older than me, is still staring at me with only those eyes left behind the shadow of a 12-year-old.

"It's not natural.

That said I jumped into that chest as if it were his sister. Softly my body fits into him. Wrap your arms around your neck and squeeze them tight. It's like being sweet on your father or brother.

"This body... isn't bad, either.

Did you tighten it too hard or the face of the style is a little hot. She laughed and gave me back that the style was nothing when I tried to distance myself.

"So Stayle... what the hell is that body...?

Finally I utter my doubts. Keep your arms loose and away from the style.

Style fixed the misaligned glasses because of me, and he looked a little grumpy again as it was "to Jill Vail." He answered.

According to the story, the twelve-year-old body could not catch up very well with Chancellor Gilbert, who was fully ill enough to come to Mr. Marianne's room, and he was manipulated to his body's age with special abilities. Thanks to you, I was able to run fast, but Style seemed a little dissatisfied with it.

"It's amazing how old you can manipulate to someone else's body.

That being said, I was remembering the game setup. Speaking of which, Tiara, who had left the castle early, could not be found by the soldiers and spent a short time under the castle because Chancellor Jilbert turned Tiara into a thirteen-year-old with special abilities.

"Well, in the case of others, they can't operate to life like they do themselves just because of their appearance.

Saying so, Style looked at his hand again. It's bigger than a twelve-year-old style, and the body itself is solid.

"... back to normal, right?

"Yeah, according to Jill Bale's hand.

Does that mean that it will remain like this forever without the will of Chancellor Gilbert? On closer thought, Chancellor Gilbert's special abilities are also quite divine.

... so I guess.

Second, my chest was tightened small to past doubts.

He may have continued to believe in the existence of special abilities that ordinary people would only consider fantasy because of his own extremely rare special abilities, and could not give up.

I think so when I see Chancellor Gilbert still crying even now.

He must be a terribly pure man.

I went up to the Chancellor just to keep her young and happy.

And if she got sick, because she kept trying to save her with all the means and rights she'd built up to that point.

Even in exchange for everyone but her.

Chancellor Gilbert in the game wouldn't have had this rampage because he had promised Pride five years later.

I was thrown to hell at the end of the day, thinking I could save her in a little while.

Now that I think about it, maybe it was all on Pride's palm, too. If it was already five years ago that you gave Chancellor Gilbert a period of five years because you predicted when Mr. Marianne would die.

It's like a cruel girlfriend, a nasty way to have fun.

Same thing I did to Style and Arthur. It's because she likes to see people dropped in despair,... it's my idea.

I think that what I myself, the pride himself, have come up with and understood is above all the basis.

I'm sure Chancellor Gilbert's normal judgment was running out this time.

I don't know since when he has changed so far.

But it's not strange that his own heart would get sick if the time went on for seven years when he couldn't grasp anything to help save his loved ones and could only watch her suffer from even a debilitation.

Of course, that still doesn't make it possible to affirm what he tried to do this time.

I can't empathize, but I can understand.

About him who has been desperately standing in the blind of the exit for seven years.

In the games of previous life, I wholeheartedly mourned, regretted, tormented and desperately tried to resist the massacre that took place throughout the country.

The proposed Jilbell law enacted by Pride as promised… perhaps this was the "Special Competency Application Obligation Decree". That led to the early revelation of the abilities of special abilities throughout the country. And all good or rare special abilities will be forced to choose between servitude to pride or death.

Because of the childish endeavor of Queen Pride, who cannot tolerate the presence of special abilities, superior special abilities, other than herself.

If you obey yourself, the covenant of servants. Otherwise, die.

As a result, valuable special abilities who have shown their willingness to defy Pride will be massacred.

Because he can only maintain himself as an old man or 13 years old.

Oddly enough, his lover's final wish, the phrase "live to my minute", became a curse, and he had to live and endure the pain of losing his fiancée.

And after losing his fiancée and being struck by despair for a few days, he began to live only for penance from the enactment of the law of the Devil of Pride.

In order to redeem my sins, I continued to work for my country even if I lost hope of living as my fiancée.

At least make amends for the people who live today with everything they can as prime ministers.

In his love affair with Tiara, when he glimpsed Prime Minister Jilbert's life, he was devoting all his wealth to the poor people except the minimum necessary. He also hid, by his own hand, a people with a rare special ability to live to hide from the country.

That is why he was liked by many people in the shadows, and the people also helped to hide Tiara, who had fled the castle.

Jill, who went under the castle and looked like a thirteen-year-old with the minimum necessary living, was like a deserter.

When Tiara tried to touch Jill, he refused, "I can't touch you with my hands dirty with this blood," he said.

Masturbating himself as a sinner and a filthy man, he has always powdered himself for the good of the people.

"I'm sure I won't rise to heaven with her when I die."

That kind of Chancellor Gilbert seemed really sad.

So I really don't hate him.

He's the one who's always had a hard time playing games in his last life.

Because Tiara remains an old man if she doesn't go on the route of falling in love with herself, and she asks me to execute herself, and still remains an old man when she is forgiven, but she is Chancellor Jilbert, who said she will continue to support the country.

At the very least, I wanted him to be happy with the first person he loved in this world where I am.

This country… No, Arthur, the only special ability person in the world to heal the disease, had always misunderstood his special abilities, so he wasn't caught up in the bill of Pride, which is self-declared either.

Arthur himself has always remained unaware of his special abilities if the protagonist, Tiara, does not enter Arthur's route.

And either way, what Arthur learns is a story five years after the death of Marianne, Chancellor Gilbert's fiancée.

"Dear Pride..."

When I looked up, Chancellor Gilbert was walking towards Fluffy and me.

A seventeen-year-old style tried to get out in front of me but pulled my sleeve and fastened it.

"This time I really... really... thank you..."

That's what Prime Minister Gilbert said. He lay flat in front of me and Style.

"If you weren't here... I'd be... Marianne Ha..."

With that said, my voice was shaking again.

After all, he was already on the verge of rubbing it off just like Mr. Marianne... no, I guess it was rubbing it off.

"Please raise your face, Chancellor Gilbert. I'm not the one who saved Mr. Marianne.

Yes, I just taught Arthur my true special abilities. I could never save her on my own.

Yet Chancellor Gilbert kept his beautiful face perfectly on the floor and did not attempt to raise his face. On the contrary, at some point the repeated words of gratitude had turned into words of penance: "I am sorry".

Still, can't I sort out my feelings? That's how I broke my knee myself and gently touched that shoulder trying to get his face up.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I repeat, his shoulder was trembling terribly.

"Chancellor Gilbert, I have nothing"

I didn't. And it was when I tried to speak slowly in a low voice to calm him down.

"Oh, my God."

I pull in a hand that was touching his shoulder unexpectedly by his sudden shout.

"... I have... committed many things you cannot forgive... many things..."

This time, his body is trembling so much that I can just see it with my eyes. I don't even know if that figure, which only grips fists hard, is frightening, angry, sad.

I just said that and I felt a clear sense of regret from the words that Chancellor Gilbert began to penance one after another.

Penance dating back five years.

That he sprayed my bad rumors inside and outside the castle and tried to increase his side, not only of me but also of the royal impression, for the resolution of the Bill Council. And especially since he originally had a lot of bad reviews until he was eight, he kept spreading them inside and outside the castle until now, and on the contrary, he kept rubbing away good rumors.

Also, connections with back-run humans. He and the sinner who was originally tried in our castle dared to connect, and from there he and the back-run man continued to buy information with gold. I can gather as much information as I can about this people's special abilities, for as long as I can.

And even knowing the information about trafficking in human beings in that stream, he dared to pretend not to know it on the table and continued to explore the information. If a special ability person was being sold, he said, it was because the item information clearly stated his human special ability, making it easier to find it.

Finally, when Me and Steele found me, they said that if we could even get a clue about the special ability to heal the disease, we would have been prepared to give them anything in the castle's defensive information, in our royal stature.

Honestly, it contained a ton of content that I don't think would be a good idea to tell me that.

I don't care about my bad reviews. Rather, it's not a compulsive setting for the game, but enough to be a little horrified to find out it's a well-intentioned result by humans. But then the problem is. Style was questioning the Chancellor at that time, as he had also guessed, and although I myself had guessed in the Chancellor's interaction with them, the awesomeness was completely different when I heard him again from his mouth.

Honestly, even if you pull out that he's in the position of prime minister, it's definitely an execution option in terms of punishment.

In terms of the number of guilty pleas, there are far more Val captured in the Knights of the Kingdom ambush and captivity than I have previously adjudicated.

"I am ready... to take any punishment I may have..."

That's right, raise your voice, never try to raise your face.

Turning small toward Style, he meditated his eyes and bowed his head toward me. I'll take care of everything.

Turning to Mr. Marianne, he is supported by the body he woke up to Arthur, staring at me and Chancellor Gilbert as he moisturizes his eyes but swallows the words. She is also prepared to speak to him.

"… is that definitely in the sense of entrusting me with the judgment of your sins?

Gently, speak to him.

He replied "Yes……………………" without getting his hair in.

"I... didn't mean to blame you.

I'm trying to tell him something very cruel right now.

Chancellor Gilbert doesn't move into my words either. I guess you're really ready for everything at the time you confess everything to me.

"But I can't forgive you any more than I've heard all of your deeds from your mouth.

"Naturally..."

He responds to my words that go on. I'm sure he would do so without hesitation if he told me to die on this occasion right now.

"Jilbell Butler.

Calling his name, now it is time to touch his shoulders and put his strength into it, causing his face to rise.

It reminds me of old Arthur, who was a tearful face. And more than that, Chancellor Gilbert warped his beautiful awful face, squeezed his lips, and couldn't forgive something, that kind of expression.... I want to think that I regret it.

"Are you prepared not to reveal everything to your father or mother?