502 And the Prime Minister falls back.

Concon.

"Excuse me, Regent Vest. His Royal Highness the King has brought you the following materials:

Regent, Vest's office.

Around that door were packed many knights and guards, just like Albert's office, the king's mate.

In the room are two people, Vest and Style. In front of the room, however, nearly ten times as many people line up to the hallway. In response to the knock and after a short reply from inside the room, the door was opened to Jilbert. And...

"!... excuse me. Chancellor Gilbert.

In the room, three.

Gilbert was surprised that there were three people already out there pulling themselves out. Vest, who writes and spells documents at his desk, and Style, who has curled and compared another document again and again, and now greets himself, he

"... His Royal Highness Prince Cedric. Why are you here?

Having accidentally rounded his eyes, Gilbert also forgot for a moment to hand the paperwork to Vest and looked at Cedric sitting in the chair.

Slightly more disturbed than usual, the golden hair glares in Jilbert's eyes, who greeted him all night long in the morning, staring at him unexpectedly. Cedric tried to say something, but as soon as he did, Style urged him to "don't mind, go ahead". Then Cedric, who returns the words small, began to spell the numbers like bumps and solitaires. To a number that is already three digits long, Jilbert twists his neck and throws his gaze at the style for explanations.

"... I called you. In the early morning, I knew that I was being disrespectful, but I really needed the help of His Royal Highness Prince Cedric, and His Royal Highness agreed that he wanted to help us.

Instead, the King of Hanazoo has been granted a meeting with your sister. And the words that go on are pale and seemingly calm speaking styles, but the look was even more daunting than when Jilbert came to file the paperwork before dawn.

"What kind of help...?

"His Royal Highness Prince Cedric remembers all the guests who were in the Great Hall at the moment of your fall. Check the number of people.

Jilbert doubted his ears at the number of people and at the words of Style.

Style, who has permission to speak to Cedric, explained that Cedric is looking around the venue once from the stage as he rushes to Pride.

But Jill Bale can't hide his surprise from Cedric, who's trying to make it possible to illuminate numbers, etc., just at first glance. Vest nodded heavily at that look, which was unusual for Jill Bale, not only saying he knew how he felt.

But if you listen, Cedric does keep counting. Gilbert quietly understood whether this meant the number of people who were there in his memory. I even seriously think about Cedric, the king's brother in the United Hanazoo kingdom, as if he were a special ability man.

Like Zilbel, Style, who knew that even Arthur could not cure his pride symptoms, had already narrowed his pride anomaly to factors other than "disease."

Gilbert compares Style and Cedric again as he hands the paperwork to Vest next time.

As Cedric continued to spell out numbers, Stayle was rolling through the guest list one by one to ascertain the total number of guests who actually came. Additions and changes to absences and companions on the day are also common in royal nobility. I confirm that, and Stile keeps following the numbers as well as Cedric.

"There have also been no aromatic reports from doctors and pharmacists yet. I mean, cause too. Sister, I'm not going to rest until you wake up and grab that thread.

Absolutely. And that was close to affirmation.

I couldn't even say anything about a Vest who would normally like a word on a clearly stated style. I felt something close to obsession, and the black hegemony kept winding around him like it surrounded him. Jilbel also perceives the absurdity of the mood and speaks.

He submitted the documents to Vest and handed Jill Bale the dossier for what Vest had also examined. After running errands, Jill Bale lowered his head before leaving the room without stopping any further.

Feel the serenity before the storm, with your skin.