504 421. My brother-in-law is absurd.

"... what do you mean..."

Cedric raised his voice to bewilderment more than an hour after he was invited to Style and further visited Jilbert.

To Cedric, who was upset and grabbed and held his head in with gushing every forehead, Stile hung his words consciously to repair it as calmly as possible.

"... Again, two over the number of guests on the day. Seems less numerous than His Royal Highness Prince Cedric remembers.

At first, he dared to make Cedric count without telling him how many people he knew.

As a result of Cedric counting without preconceptions to see what happens, there are two fewer guests than Style finished checking. Just in case, Cedric recounted it again, but the results still didn't change.

At the time, they temporarily sealed off all entrances and exits, including windows to the garden as soon as the pride fell. It had already been confirmed to the guards who had sealed off at the time that no one had been removed from their seats in the meantime due to hand washing, etc. And the fact that there was no one on the way home before that was also confirmed by Stayle.

But in Cedric's memory, there are only two of them. Running over to the side of the fallen pride at the time, standing in a position on the table where she could see everything in the hall where she stood, I really could. He was also thought to be the one who fell surprised or frightened to lie down at the sudden fall of Pride, but was not alone, at least among those confirmed by Regent Vest and King's mate Albert.

I mean, multiplying that confusion by "hiding somewhere for some reason, or..."

That much thought Style ate and tied his teeth up girly and unconsciously. Where the hell did he think he was, and the list in his hand was too gripped and wrinkled.

Cedric's memory and the blockade of the venue, and if the last number of guests was correct, it becomes more likely that the fall of pride is man-made. As yet, not all the guests who stayed at the castle have returned, but it is possible that they have returned within last night. In the worst case scenario, there can also be an escape as it is. If so, they must be identified early and nomination arrangements must be made as soon as possible.

Style asks Cedric with a grumbling thought as he desperately suppresses his impatience.

"His Royal Highness Prince Cedric. I'm afraid it would be possible to identify those two......?

Keep your emotions down as much as possible, Style asks. But Cedric shook his neck sideways with his head in his arms.

Disappointed, I tell myself I have no choice but to stay with a word back. Even though I can't do it, blaming Cedric is odd. Because the fact that we all remember the number of people in that place is in itself an out-of-pocket area. Check it out to see who wasn't there. That's God's.

"This time, many of us in the United Kingdom of Hanazoo met for the first time, so..." If you let me say hello once, you can't match the face and name of the stranger to the boulder.

Sorry...! and to Cedric, who spoke bitterly, Stayle and Vest looked up at the same time.

No way, the two looked at each other in horror, and now Vest asked Cedric before Stayle. Excuse me, but I ask him to confirm Cedric's words as I preface them.

"His Royal Highness Prince Cedric, even if he doesn't know his name." Does that mean you remember all the faces and appearances...?

"As long as I have an arm of painting, to the extent that I can draw it with precision.

I've never drawn it, though. and continued Cedric. Stayle had her heart bouncing.

Oh, my God, I squeeze out the next thing I have to do without opening my mouth.

It would be a good idea to call a well-armed painter, but it would take a huge amount of time if you let him write all those large numbers. If Style and Vest are also the ones who met once, there is not one person left but remembers them face to face and name. But I don't remember clearly until that day's outfit, etc. To the style, many met for the first time at that time, as did Pride. Too many people just get greeted and some even miss their first meeting. But there's only one. Every time I greet every guest at the ceremony, there is only one human being who remembers everything from its characteristics to its fine changes.

At the next moment, Style and Vest, as they breathed together, turned to the guards outside the room, raising their voices and commanding them.

"Please call Chancellor Jilbert."

"Call Jill Bale! Right now."

Not only in the style, but in a rare state of vandalism to Vest, the commanded guard hurried up and rushed to the office of the king's concubine.

……

"Ha-ha-ha! Ahh... I knew you were stupid, right? And the Kingdom of Bakemon. Come on.

The man laughs as he graces the sofa for the guest and puts his foot on the table.

He opens his fox-like thin eyes as excited and pulls up the end of his mouth. Since there are knights in the hallway who have been entrusted not only with their own chiefs of staff and generals but also with escorts from the Kingdom of Friesia, only voices can lurk.

Having emptied two bottles of wine that he had opened by himself since last night, he had tilted the glass even more in the morning.

No one even tries to prepare a carriage, even at odd times, to go home confused by other guests. We thought we would be extra vigilant when we left early, and until the other guests had no choice but to move out, we pretended that the First Princess was too worried to go home. But in fact, he didn't think he was worried about Pride at all, and most importantly, he didn't wake up anyway.

I laugh again and again, drumming my tongue at a glass of wine for one. I can't help but be happy and happy that things are going according to plan, withstanding only the urge to squeak and scratch the deep purple hair flushed to the right. When Pride raised his odd voice, he was desperate to indulge in laughter and couldn't come out for a while. Furthermore, he was quite careful not to get his face naked until he was transported to the monkey play, and when the guards and knights talked to him.

Adam Borneo Nepentes, Crown Prince of the Radiya Empire.

This was the first time he had been granted attendance at a ceremony in the Kingdom of Friesia.

Being not an ally, but merely a nation of peace, he was only invited to the castle when it became extraordinarily massive among the ceremonies. After making peace, be sure to invite and greet the Kingdom of Friesia or urge it, it's not convenient that day. Furthermore, the days when I was invited to "This day is possible" and "We will have a party on this day if you don't mind" were all days when, for some reason, I couldn't spare myself. I wondered if there was a guy close to me who was guiding me to the kingdom of Friesia, and I threw threats, violence, and torture at half of my hobbies in eight hits, and I tightened up my neighbors, but I didn't discover who I was alone.

"Still, this previous Prince's Birthday will be worn with the Prince of Chinesis. Come on...

Ha, ha... and sighed disgustingly, Adam leaned down. Spit on the floor as you can think of it, and step on it with your feet.

In a mere birthday festival, the land of peace is not invited, even at the Queen's birthday. It's just a "special ceremony."

Originally, it was Adam jumping at the invitation he had finally toured, but there was something to check for before that. It was reported from the apostles who had left it everywhere that "the king of the kingdom of Sursis is out before the people" was also scheduled to attend the birthday of the king of the kingdom of Chinensis.

I couldn't help but be sure with my own eyes, thinking it was impossible, incredible.

If you infiltrate, I doubt your eyes because the king of the kingdom of Sursis is really pimped. I thought I'd kill him first, but if Lance dies now, it was visible that the Radical Empire could be mentioned in the suspect country. If you think of Yoan this time, the invitees also had a kingdom of Friesia. Let us see the tragedy of Joan here, and if the security of the Kingdom of Friesia is tightened up, it will be difficult to do the plan later. I would have liked to have at least the First Princess in the guests of the Kingdom of Friesia, but that wasn't even what I wanted.

Thanks to this, I also went to the birthday festival of Style, which opens a few days later, and was irritated by the fact that the limit had passed.

Second princess, birthday festival of age sixteen.

"Damn it. Come on, the princess just became one baba. What's that way of celebrating? I'm not stupid about dancing. Can't help but be so happy to fuck a guy?

Even! And to Adam, who laughs at Guerragella, his companion does not answer.

Without pouring wine into his glass, he stood like a piece of furniture in the corner of the room with the look he had made look like a nobleman.

"Ahhh... I'm home early. There's no reason to wake up anyway. Come on. I thought you were dead because you were too young. You're still alive.

Well, I'm in trouble if he dies. and whining Adam finally went up to bed with his shoes still on. Ride abusively to bed with one hand poured glass of wine lined up and stretch out your legs.

"Tsumara, eh! I thought I'd expose you to uglier forms and give you body freaks and cramps. Instead of enduring them, I'd lose my mind. I knew it wasn't as good as a princess.

Move every dirty shoe on the bed with a bum of foot. Further, when I finished it, I now tilted the wine, laughing with Kerakera, and zeroed thinly from the laughed mouth end.

"We're gonna find the killer ~ or something. By now. Or find a doctor ~,?

Buh, buh, buh. I let myself bathe in the knights who lurk their voices so they can't hear me but are behind the door. With his mouth saying it was uncomfortable, he just smiled, saying that it was so funny and delightful that the people of the Kingdom of Friesia were being swept around.

"There are monsters who think that only Temehe and the rest of the country is special. You can't even reach me for the cause anyway.

Ha! and laughed with his nose, looking at the contents of the glass all at once. Gu, and exhaled nasty, rolling an empty glass on the floor. Tired of the taste of alcohol, Adam rolls straight into bed when he makes a big stretch.

"A month... no, let it go for about three months? I've been galloping like a good princess. Try worshipping me.... you see how much you can pluck into a dead princess.

Buffoo, and now I enjoyed holding down with both hands where a big laugh was going to come out.

I can't enjoy just imagining how pride dried up galloping or the queen who has to comply with her demands and distorts her face in bitterness. Slavery tolerance, a slave-producing country, or engagement to a second princess would be light. Because the First Princess is reluctant to get engaged and dies without an ex or a child.

"... I don't know why that stupid king is back.

Only at the end, throw up looking uncomfortably boring from the heart.

Until now, there have been no human beings who have been resurrected in that state. Except for some of them, all of them will always end up like dried animals and die. No matter how long I lived forever, it was a choice between dying within the meat on it or tragically boned and skinned before dying.

Adam threw up again at the end of the day, thinking that it might be the kingdom of Sursis that should really be on guard now if that were to happen.

"Ahhh... just leave...

See? And my sincere desire disappears only small and zero into the universe of the room.

Now that the squire had even been driven out of the room, there was nowhere else to try to clean up the filthy, dirty and scattered room without this.