559 468. The Chancellor gets it in order.

"Dear Stayle,... Have you been given a break?

The clerk's office, which is also Jill Vail's work room.

Gilbert turned small, looking at the style immersed in the material behind him. I am not in the process of solving the King's distribution business or helping the Chancellor's business. "I want you to show me the material," Style told him, only careful not to get in the way of Jill Bale's work, and then he didn't hesitate to read and fish through his room books.

"Now is the time to rest. Uncle Vest gave me a long break.

"... doesn't that mean rest your body for that matter?

Gilbert frowns at the style of returning only words to himself and keeping an eye on the paperwork.

He was a style with more intentional faceless expressions these days, but he was still so terrible that he couldn't hide it. It's not just that. The bear under his eyes is clearly blackened, as are his pitch-black eyes. Even though the body is clearly screaming for fatigue, it was an obvious fact to everyone who sees him moving in pull just by will.

"You'll be tired early in the morning at Bill Council this morning. You'll be more efficient at work if you get some rest.

"... nothing, I didn't have much to do this year either. There are more things I want to prioritize now than that.

Style's words weren't lies either.

As far as this year was concerned, there was also less work in the Bill Council than usual.... because there was always no pride he should have assisted.

However, that's not why there was no strain on the style. The help of Vest as the next Regent and his participation as the First Prince. Furthermore, he had undertaken his own representation of the work of pride in absentia.

Pride's absence, naturally, had some idea of the reasons and the upper layers of the castle. Suddenly, the leopard... "As for the presence of the first princess who became ill and the move to the tower of separation. However, it is not known that Pride is restrained in the tower or that he stuck a blade at himself. However, it was clear that there had been no improvement in the state of pride, either because of his absence from the Bill Council.

It was clear that Pride's right to inherit the first throne was at stake, although it was not to make any progress. Furthermore, there was no one absent from the Bill Council this time, so the disturbance spread extra.

"If you can't do much, you'll worry about Tiara.

"No problem. Tiara and I are having a good fight.

To Jill Behr's words, Style overlapped the words just to say that he would know. At the same time, the material was rolled with another sound to distract me.

As a result of an argument with Style for a few days now, Tiara had even refused to attend today's Bill Council. Besides, most of the rooms are still tucked away. Jill Baer himself visited Tiara's room with him at the time, but I think the questions "I absolutely hate you" and "I'm not talking about that" would certainly have sounded outside the room.

To Jill Bale, who weighs his eyelids and closes his mouth as I recall, Stayle only returned "You just have to take the time to convince me," and turned the dossier further.

"You're the one. How's Maria and Stella doing? I guess he's back at the mansion properly and regularly, huh?

"Yeah, of course.

Jill Baer returns his words sayingly to the style he throws at him without even looking at him.

After the Pride thing, staying in the castle was more difficult every day, but I still made sure to go home to the mansion once every two or three days. I can't talk about Pride, but still to check directly with my wife and daughter. To reassure Maria that she's feeling a little sick lately after worrying about Pride. Maria, whose body has never been weak since her illness healed, but still, I guess it was shocking that her pride fell to such an extent that she fell ill, Gilbert thinks. But I dared not go out of my way to convey it to the Stiles and make them feel unnecessarily heavy.... with the thought that Stayle would be pissed off again.

"Tomorrow we will also begin a counter-measures conference...... we have less than three weeks left before the Radiyan Empire visits our country again. I want to gather as much information as possible by then.

"That's right..." Jilbel exhaled quietly at the words of Style, who spoke pale without realizing it.

Radiya Empire. Its dominant area is vast, but there is considerably less information about the country. When the United Kingdom of Hanazoo took ten days in a royal carriage, there were still reports and news from the messengers. But the Radiya Empire is even a royal carriage for a month. Naturally, there was little reason to get new information. Moreover, even if we want to gather information from the surrounding countries of the Radiya Empire itself, all the surrounding countries are dependent states or colonies after being ruled by Radiya. The Kingdom of Friesia itself, it was only about a year ago that we formed an alliance. Vest, the regent, also gathered information after the association of the Radian Empire was proven by Cedric, but still too little. When and where did the information about the few Radiyan empires fall under control? It was about its size and its dominant area. The remainder was enough to re-wash our engagement with the Radian Empire from the history of the Kingdom of Friesia or to re-confirm the letters we have received from the previous Radian Empire.

The style is desperately handy right now, but in the end it was just loading books with even one letter on them, the word Radiya Empire. I already checked with Vest, the regent, for everything I could look into.

Now that Pride had fallen birthday and had not found anyone who could have been a suspicious person to plant poison or a suspect entering or leaving the venue, the only possibility was the Radian Empire, which had Cedric's testimony. Without that, there were only two possibilities left behind: an attack by a specially capable man who broke through the castle's strict security, or Pride's sudden seizure that touched his mind. I mean...

Complete, stuck.

We've already looked into what we can look into, and further after the bill council is over. And tomorrow there will be a series of countermeasures meetings for the visit of the Radian Empire. That was why it was obvious that Vest gave Style a rest so he could rest his body today. And because Style understood that, too, he was immersed in the material in Jilbell's office, out of Vest's sight.

"... what,...? ……

And the fumbling and the shaking of the stile.

I hold my head with one hand and stare at it as strange as I am myself. He pressed the black edge of the non-degrees glasses and wrinkled between his eyebrows as he tried to fix the position. With one hand on his desk, he shook his neck left and right and breathed consciously loud.

Noticing it, Jilbel turned only to his eyes, whispering his eyebrows again and closing the paperwork in his hand once.

"... Dear Stayle. Remember when you told me that physical control was part of my job?

"It's not a cold. I was just a little dazzled.... healing.

Jill Bale exhales into the style she utters with a thrusting voice. I got up on my desk with the paperwork and slowly moved my legs.

"... I remember an errand. I leave the room once, but what about Master Steele?

"I'm still here.... If it's better to close it, I'll leave.

Style, who kept his eyes open to feed into the material, returned only with his voice to Jilbel, who tried to pass behind him.

Rather than immerse himself in the book, Jilbel hurt his chest in a style that just seemed to cling to the information in front of him.

"No, please, please take your time.

Return the words gently and look over the shoulder of the style at the documents he reads.

Records already dating back over a hundred years. From Jill Bale's eyes, I don't understand how that would help. And I also understood that perhaps the Style himself would have misread it without knowing. There is nothing more we can do at this stage. Vest, Style, and Zilbert cite the total power of the Kingdom of Friesia to examine it, and the resulting blockage. Now, even if I load and examine anything else, it is only laborious or unnecessary information twice. Still, I just can't help but hold my hand. The style

To his neck, he slapped a knife in his hand.

Ton, despite the mild noise, I went in precisely, and Stile let go of consciousness with a small groan "ahhh..."

Gilbert turned one arm and took support of him as he tried to fall into the front lap with a shock.

"... I'm sorry, Dear Stayle.

Gilbert gently lifted the style with both arms, whispering to the unconscious style. Though his body could do it, the skinny one was lighter than Jill Bale expected if he lifted it against its back length.

I let the sofa in the corner of the office sleep softly so that I could lay down the style. Even if I pulled out the fact that I was losing my mind, the appearance seemed snug and powerless.

"As Chancellor, I can't even lose you.

It was already clear that the style was physically close to its limit.

And it was every royalty who was mentally depressed. Everyone had their heads in desperate situations, including pride positions, behaving with temperament in public, and their spirit and some of them more or less hindered their physical fitness. In particular, Rosa, the queen, made frequent visits to Pride by sewing between busy moments, and each time she was horrible. Albert, who supports his wife, was also more and more exposed to depression in front of Gilbert. That is why they are aware of their own life management and are also concerned to take a break. But only one Steele in the royal family tried to do it at all. It's as if you're daring to impose a load on your own body.

He opened the door of the room and told Vest to apply for an extension of the rest time of the stay so that one of the guards could be called a doctor with special abilities for hypnosis.

Jilbell, who closed the door to the room again, gently walks over the couch to avoid making footsteps. I carefully removed his jacket so that it wouldn't wrinkle when it fell down slowly and only loosened a few buttons on his chest. Then I hung my prepped blanket and gently removed his glasses as they drifted off to the clap that put him to sleep. Jill Bale's rare look at the face of Style was much older than usual.

"... because I will not lighten it to your will.

Gilbert gently puts his glasses on the table beside him, wondering if it was probably about his sisters or his best friend who could do it. For Stayle, I understood that I couldn't get inside of it, which would probably never be enough trust. Sometimes if you try to force yourself into it, it will simply hurt the style and make it extra worse.

"At least, just physical control.... because fatigue is obvious at a time when I don't get alert when I go around behind my back.

With such a grunt, Jill Baer went back to work until the doctor arrived.

I lost my mind to the doctor. Now it's time to put Style to sleep, and if I leave him to the guards to escort him, I have to go and submit the paperwork that I have compiled for Albert, who is also my king's mate. the bill passed by today's bill council and everything about its implementation, preparation period, etc.

"" Special Capability Application Obligation Order............ Wow, isn't that nice?

"Eh..."

Reminds me of Pride's words in my head, Jill Bale accidentally eats and binds his teeth.

The only salvation for him was that the name of that decree, which is also an abominable, symbol of negligence and sin for himself, did not even come out of this year's bill council. I think that if Pride had been allowed to attend now, he would surely have given that name and undoubtedly put his position further in jeopardy.

Thinking through his stupidity at the time and the words released from his unusual mouth of pride, Jilbel grabbed his arm up hard and indulged in the more powerful his fingers devoured.

"Eh... please, take your time off now. Dear Stayle.... at least"

Jilbel chants as he calms himself down and speaks to an unconscious style.

As prime minister, he re-spreads the paperwork calmly to determine the current situation. I did not sit in a chair to welcome the doctor who would be here any time soon, but looked back at the documents to be submitted, standing still.

"Until then, when the possibility of a bad culprit sets foot in our country..."

Girari, and Gilbert, with one eye sharply shining, recalls the crown prince of the Radiya Empire, whom he has yet to see.

The first prince of a hateful power, who can crush his own protected and devoted royalty and also threaten the safety of his people. If violence was going to solve everything, Jill Vail's chest was so full of killing intentions that she wanted to strangle and torture him herself.

... Master Pride will not be returned.

The only possibility is the most intense Radiya Empire as the cause of Lord Pride's fall. Poison or...

"Shall we also check the security in the castle by then? Just in case, it's troublesome to have an intermediate in.

Shaking off his thoughts along the way, Jilbel topples what he deliberately thought out in his voice.

Already the response to the Radiyan Empire had been concluded at the upper levels. All that remains is to wait for them, while looking around not to overlook or tolerate the rats. After thinking about it so much, Jill Baer realized it was important and leaked the words "Ah......"

"... If you're traveling, it's time to finish.

Before Radiya's visit, the noise of a knock jumped in through the door where she muttered.

I return it with a voice that calms me down to the sound of concoction, and I walk over to the door. I opened the door and pointed the doctor by hand to the couch in the corner, and now the guard who finished delivering the message to Vest is back as well. "Instead of an extension, I order you to rest for the rest of the day," Gilbert nodded satisfactorily after receiving Vest's reply from the guard. For the whole day, Jilbel watched the doctor and Stile as he tried to get him to carry him to bed after he hypnotized him.

The doctor touches me and confirms the resting breath of the style as I enter sleep from losing my mind, relieving me of my strength from my shoulders. Forced to sleep is a few hours. From there, according to his sleep, he nodded deeply at the explanations he was accustomed to hearing. She was also told that the doctor's mouth also contained overwork. "You must be......" Jill Baer muttered heavily, peeking into Style's face again after the doctor pulled.

It's easy to get Steele to the guard's room from here to now. but then it can be in people's eyes, and now rumors can be made that the First Prince has fallen. After a few thoughts, Gilbert had the guard carry the style to the room with the bed closest to his office. It's a temporary sleeping room in Jilbel, the prime minister, which I rarely use.

After checking the style put to sleep by the guards, he also ordered the dedicated maids to call him, telling him to change into sleepy clothes. In the meantime, I order the temporary sleeping room to be cleaned again, just in case, and I place an escort outside the room. And Jilbel looked back only once as he left the room, bowing his head.

"............ good night, Dear Stayle.

Patan, and. The door closes.

As it was, Gilbert made his way to the King's office early.

... It was in the early morning of the next day that Stayle woke up.

I woke up and heard from a guard who was escorting me outside the room and one person drowned saying that I had "wasted the whole day. I traced my memory, and I was convinced that Jill Bale had lost his mind, and he was teething.

Still, I didn't think to mention it.