episode_0285

Recently, a strange phenomenon has been happening in the empire.

Although it was winter, the weather was warm, and since it was the end of the year, there were probably quite a few gatherings, but strangely, the streets were quiet.

I wondered if there was any problem with the crowds not gathering, but it was a headache for those with a lot of money.

“……Because it is winter, we are not preparing for winter. Citizens are complaining because there is no money flowing into the market.”

“…Hmm.”

Victor looked down at the throne room with a sour face.

The so-called high-ranking officials, led by the Minister of Finance, are bowing their heads.

As a man of the empire, it was natural to bow before the emperor, but it was not common for him to skip the morning sermon and do that.

“Your Majesty, as the parent of all people, you must catch the group that spread the subversive letter.”

“…How can I capture the current theory? Say something that makes sense.”

“Lord Siron? Did you know who he was?”

“Well, they even sent someone to me separately to confirm.”

“Confirmation? Thanks to this, the capital Lien is on the verge of recession!”

“…Isn’t it winter anyway? It’s going to be a recession more than usual, so pass it on.”

Victor showed an annoyed expression and told him to leave, but his subjects were persistent today.

“With workers cut off from work, starvation and starvation may occur one after another!”

“We will open the national treasury, so install a cafeteria on the street. And the empire is wide. If you think you will die from the cold, prepare a shelter in the south.”

“Please let us know!”

The ministers’ backs bowed even deeper. Viktor frowned in embarrassment.

“An alternative was presented and an unconventional response was made to open the national treasury, but why are they doing that? Is there anything I missed?”

“…Are you intentionally avoiding the answer?”

The Minister of Finance widened his eyes. Because he was busy managing the empire’s finances, he had no direct confrontation with the emperor.

But today was different.

“Your Majesty, no matter how close Lord Siron is, this matter has crossed the line!”

“Crossing the line?”

“Yes! The child who will become my grandchild and daughter-in-law is a barbarian!”

Recently, a suspicious letter circulating throughout the empire was causing confusion in society.

The content was the identity information of 300 hidden Ganja people.

Among them was the name of a woman introduced by the grandson of the Minister of Finance. The shock of having the daughter-in-law, who would become my grandson-in-law, arrested overnight was indescribable.

“Our daughter-in-law is a third generation native born and raised in Lien! But they are barbarians.”

“Hmm, it looks like they were bugs that have been planning terrorism since the third generation.”

“Aren’t you too sure?”

“Don’t worry. I know that you value that child, but even so, the defense of the empire comes first.”

“There may be innocent victims…!”

“Don’t make a fuss.”

Viktor touched his forehead and sighed.

“No one died, and no one was tortured. Just confine them in a space blocked from the outside for a while.”

“…”

“If it is not really ganja planted by barbarians, it will be released soon.”

Victor also ordered no summary execution out of fear.

By nature, spies were subject to terrible torture and execution as soon as they were discovered, but the number of 300 was too large.

Unlike the 300 wielding spears and swords in the open field, the 300 hiding in important positions were a dizzyingly large number.

In the capital alone, there were about 3,000 titled nobles and government officials.

There are about 10% of people who are designated as ganja, so if they make a mistake, the trend of distrust of humanity could spread as widely as feared.

“Anyway. Just make sure you control what you say. On the surface, it will be treated as a health checkup or conscription issue.”

“Is that so?”

“No problem. Even if your name is cleared later, you have to think about the future.”

“…Okay.”

“Yes, I further request that you also refrain from going out during the winter.”

Victor further told his subjects. If Siron’s words are true, there will be a big uproar. As it happens in urban areas, there will probably be unavoidable damage.

“I don’t want to lose my capable subjects in vain.”

“…”

The subjects bowed their heads in silence at Victor’s advice.

*

Same time. Imperial Northern Prison.

“So many people were hiding?”

Siriel was astonished to see people walking tied up in a row.

“It’s a small number considering it’s been hidden for hundreds of years. If you trace your lineage back, it will probably be at least dozens of times more.”

“Are you saying these are the only people you can contact? Or,”

“…”

“Are you saying this is all you know?”

Sharp eyes turned to Yoru. A few days ago, the slave brought in by Siron was said to be the leader of a terrorist group with a rather high bounty on it.

‘You look too pretty for the leader of a terrorist group.’

Because of her appearance, Siriel almost lost her affection, but with Siron’s persuasion, she managed to become truly present.

‘I can’t remain a woman with anxiety and anxiety forever. You also have to prepare the mindset that you will be using a secret service.’

The concubine’s office and the first wife’s office. The concubine’s office and the first wife’s office. The real name is Cyriel Prien. The concubine room is the other woman…

Siriel, who had memorized the chant, cleared her throat.

“Did you say yoru?”

“…”

“You were in the position of a princess, so you ended up in a position like this.”

Siriel felt sharp gazes pouring in this direction. This was because the eyes of the guards, who were escorted by knights in a row, were constantly focused on Yoru.

-Has the princess been caught?

-It could not be possible that our new statue was given to the princess…

-No way…

-What happens to us now?

“…Because it could be the last time we see our compatriots.”

His voice was calm, as if nothing had happened, but his eyes were already red.

She knew very well how she was seen by her compatriots. My ears were fully pierced, and I could feel the hostility mixed in sparsely.

There was a feeling of betrayal, or embarrassment… there was a gaze filled with hatred. There was a look of pity.

Beyond shame, Yoru felt a deep sense of dizziness.

Because she had lived her entire life knowing nothing but fighting, Yoru was loved by many as the daughter of a great elder.

Dealing with so many negative emotions was harder than she thought.

I am not a traitor,

I wanted to scream out loud that there was nothing I could do to save you guys, but look at the state of Yoru now.

They are tied to a leash without any resistance and are being dragged around like a dog.

The outfit is not an obscene slave outfit, but a very neat dress. There was absolutely no trace of him swinging his sword proudly.

The most important thing was that the appearance of the urinary fistula was extremely neat.

If his face was full of blood and bruises and his arms and legs were cut off, he would look like an unwavering warrior until the end…

The neat hair that smelled of soap was the look of a coward who sold out his fellow countrymen and received humane treatment.

But Yoru felt unfair. If she had not revealed the information, Siron would have remained inactive, and if she had not, an all-out war would have broken out between the Empire and Sileia.

“That last look is damn good. Anyone who sees it will think there is a massacre going on.”

Shiron, looking at Yoru in panic, sighed. Doesn’t this make you feel like you’ve become a mustachioed Fuhrer rather than a warrior?

So, for no reason, an unexpected consolation came out of my heart.

“Originally, they were all people who should have died. However, your decision saved them.”

“…”

“Just look at the results. Any misunderstandings that arise now can be resolved later.”

“…What is it?”

Yoru rubbed his eyes with his sleeve and fell back on Shiron.

“Are you sympathizing with the enemy?”

“……Ugh, fuck. Even if I comfort you, it’s damn bad.”

Bah!

Siron struck Yoru on the top of his head.

“Why, why are you hitting me!”

“Do you need a reason to beat your slave?”

Yoru slowly took a step back, but Shiron grabbed her leash and dragged her along.

“If I get beaten up here, at least I won’t have to suffer the stigma of being a traitor. Wouldn’t it be better to lose money because I couldn’t withstand torture rather than to lose money after my safety was guaranteed?”

“Anyway, the betrayal is the same!”

Yoru shouted, dodging the flying fist by just a piece of paper. It was at that moment that she felt a force binding her from behind.

“Oppa, I’ll hold on to you! Hit me as much as you want!”

Siriel smiled brightly and grabbed Yoru’s arm.

To think that my brother was willing to suffer stigma just to satisfy the pride of a terrorist, as expected, my brother was a truly saintly man like no other in the world.

“Come here dude.”

Lucia, who was next to him, also held on to Yoru to prevent him from struggling.

“Ack! Stop it you crazy bitches! Ugh!”

“You sinful barbarian. Receive the fist of repentance and repent.”

puck! Sigh!

A horrifying sound echoed throughout the camp.

The drivers who guided the prisoners and the officers who managed the prison. The gaze of the prisoners who had been tied up in ropes shifted to the scene of the mass beating.

-Lord Siron has less mercy in his hands than it seems.

-You idiot. That woman is the barbarian princess. It’s pointless sympathy.

-princess…!

-You son of a bitch!

-What are you doing! Move forward quickly!

-Don’t stop your steps!

[Hero.]

Was he beaten for a long time? I heard Latera’s voice in my head.

[Will the Grand Elder really come here?]

‘…A Gaijin is a man who relies on emotion instead of reason. If they wanted to save the prisoners, they would lead their troops and attack.’

Shiron thought of Gaijin, the one-armed middle-aged man and Yoru’s father.

Since he had reached the rank of Grand Elder, he knew how to make decisions on a national level, but he probably didn’t have the luxury of time.

That was the reason for his principle of action, to draw his sword and kill himself without any way to do anything about the flood of demonic waters.

‘It doesn’t matter if you don’t come here. Anyway, all we have to do is keep troops on standby where he will attack.’

A clever hunter makes his prey come to him.

“Bitch… evil! Ah!”

Yoru shed tears of sadness. and.

Tiring-

[Clever Hunter]

A neat phrase appeared above Siron’s head.