90 Scary, bad, and the youngest (2)

The newspaper's content was only the tip of the iceberg. Looking back on what I read in the manuscript, by the time the reporting regulations were lifted, the mine's reserves investigation and valuation were completed.

"If we're here, the train station story will be underwater. Perfect timing, right timing.’

Clayo grinned, regardless of the newspaper he had in his hand crumpled.

If the future doesn't go beyond expectations, huge unearned income will soon be given.

Not just the landowner, but the rent. I'll have Mrs. Canton check to see if there's any mail or telegram.’

At this rate, Chell's mother, the hotel king, Katharina Tangpett de Nege, will call you soon.

'I hope the land price will soar enough by then. I want you to pay me a lot of land rent.'

I read the news about the T-flume mine in the newspaper carefully and read other articles as if they were dry.

Reading newspapers was quite helpful to him, who didn't know the details of the world.

Today's photo article showed Prince Melchior visiting the military camp of the Kishion.

I salute the brave soldiers defending the border, and I offer them a holiday in particular... Blah, blah, blah.

"What royalty does is similar to politicians.’

The prince smiling among the soldiers was taller than others. His hair color was bright, too. The newspaper's rough print made it impossible to recognize its features.

Clayo was more impressive to see the military camp behind people.

How hard it must have been for the soldiers to pull out the grass and clean up after a single shot of this picture. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

It was then.

in a huff

Dionne, who ran like flying in the hallway, opened the bedroom door wide.

Wearing a large black-and-white stripe ribbon on one shoulder and a dress tailored to her body from waist to knee, she was as beautiful as a flower just bloomed today.

As Dione often walked, the skirt under her knee fluttered cheerfully.

"Clayo, Clayo, Clayo!"

Clayo, who put the newspaper aside, answered bluntly.

"I can hear you just once."

"I wanted to make sure you woke me up because I felt like I was sleeping late even today!"

"It's still morning. Why do you sleep late?"

"It's time for others to have lunch! It's way too late to shake off all the rusticness of a month! Hurry up and get up and take a bath!

"Ugh... you're going to do it again?”

Clayo, who recalled the memory of Novantes' party, shrugged his shoulders defensively.

Dionne's voice rose another ton.

"That's not true! Are you going to be a beggar to your Majesty's Birthday? I've got a messy hair!"

"It's so magical that I don't have time to get a haircut….”

"Stop talking and get up quickly and go into the bathroom in ten seconds. 10, 9, 8, 7….”

It was a losing battle.

Clayo quickly came down from bed and hid himself in the bathroom. If it was wrong, Dione would follow in and wash it.

"Hahahaha, Lady Dione is the big man."

"Stop laughing. What's so funny?"

"You've created this miracle, and I'm going to praise you more and more and more. Your governess must have God's hand.”

Arthur, who sat spread out from the seat opposite the carriage and put his feet on one knee, was not in the mood to stop giggling.

"I can't breathe because I'm uncomfortable with God's hands or anything."

"I think you're wearing armor when you're on the battlefield. If you don't dress up properly, you'll get attention in a bad way. You're gonna hear me out for the next 30 years. You should bow to Lady Dione."

It was a stuffy glove and Clayo was sighing because he wanted to take off his waistcoat right away.

Dionne has been preparing complicated and buttony clothes that she has never seen before, perhaps because she lacked the dinner suits she had made last time.

There are so many things to wear in men's clothes.’

The wrists were itchy from the stiff cuff, and the shirt collar was also so stiff that it seemed to be strangled. The worst was a ribbon tied to the tail of the head under the top hat.

It was really embarrassing.

Dionne, who caught a more severe man than the last ball, finally brought a ribbon tailored to silver gray silk bow ties.

Dionne, who finally shouted as she tried to escape with disgust.

If you don't like it, you should have trimmed your hair earlier!!’

'Now I'm out of town....’

"Your Royal Highness' birthday is today, and all the talented barbers have been called in by high-ranking officials. Do you think there's an open door?’

As he recalled the conversation earlier, Clayo leaned his forehead against a shaky window. His expression was self-evidence.

"Stop being embarrassed. I can't stand out at the ball after doing that's what I did."

"You're dressed like that, so why did Dionne go crazy?"

He came in a six-seater carriage with the royal seal on it, but Arthur's clothes were not simple, so he was sloppy.

Wearing crumpled jackets and boots, the old sword and sword remained the same.

"I don't go into the main hall. I've come up to the capital to protect you. Hey, with the prince as his escort... You really made it."

"You insisted on coming, where to put it."

Clayo looked coldly at Arthur scratching his head.

'If you were in the command of the Kishion, you'd run into Melchior, so you jumped into the capital on my pretext.'

Shuliman Kishion, the father of Isiel Kishion, is the first to be a supporter of Arthur.

The city of Kishion, where the Albion's Summer Palace is located, was the home of Arthur and his birthplace.

Clayo recalled a newspaper article he read in the morning.

'…then Melchior's visit to the county during this period would not have been purely encouraging, either. Did you go see what Kishion and Arthur were up to? The prince has a good sense of ghost.’

"How did you know?”

"Your pattern is obvious."

"You got to know me pretty well about me."

"Don't be gross. You're just a simple human being. But isn't Isiel going to the prom, too?”

Clay took a peek at the curtains covering the carriage window. Eisiel was wearing a school uniform again today, riding on a horse and guarding the front in a straight posture.

"I'm going to Kishion, so I'm going to go to Isiel."

"Is it okay to wear a school uniform at the banquet?”

The uniforms of the Royal College of Water Defense were white shirts, dark gray ties, light gray tops, black jackets and pants. Skirts were used for girls, but Isiel kept wearing pants uniforms.

"Hey, Isiel and you are in a different situation. He's claiming to be a school uniform. It's going to get a lot of attention."

"Why?"

"You're a student at the Capital Defense College, and you're a public prosecutor. I'm trying to shut them off, because they're making a lot of noise."

"What a dog…?

Arthur pretended to tap his head with his fingers as if he were pathetic.

"Think smartly. It's not easy for a girl to be a prosecutor, and I wonder what kind of dirty talk she'll hear if she's with a guy like me."

"That's what you're talking about?"

I turned on "Remember" and quickly looked back on the manuscript. There was a group of aristocrats who spread dirty rumors because an extremely pretty child was trying to get after the prince.

'They're all going to get killed anyway, so I forgot.’

"No matter what the real situation is, the author is able to marry the royal family."

"Even so, when I see Isiel, I know you and....”

"That's what I'm saying. Ever since we were little kids, we've seen each other shed tears, vomit and fall down under the same swordsmanship teacher. She's like my brother and sister."

Arthur lowered his voice even more even though the streets were noisy and the wheels were noisy.

"People don't know yet, but it was when I was 12 that Isiel swore an article to me. Ever since then, I've been with him everywhere, and he's been humiliated. It'll take decades to avenge all that.”

The prince, who was raised in exile in the Summer Palace of the Cision, came to the attention of the author, Swordsman, and learned the sword with Isiel.

The last manuscript described their childhoods as only that short, so I didn't know the details.

As Clayo listened seriously, Arthur also said without a joke.

"As Eisiel swore loyalty to me, I promised to honor him as an article. Nothing else, nothing but a noble article. I will also give Isiel what she deserves."

Clayo opened his mouth wide.

"Did you say that you promised to carry Ether?"

"Of course."

The covenant is a pledge made by knights to the king upon completion of the probationary period. The fact that the Lord did it to the knight was not in the last manuscript.

It was a story that a man named Arthur Riorgnan could see again.

"Because of the inheritance law that the noble man and his father made to confiscate the land to Ser Rosa Phehite, Isiel was unable to inherit his land. You have to put it back."

"Rosa Pehite... A school swordsman? What does he have to do with the law of inheritance?"

"What, you don't know who I am? What happened 27 years ago?

"I know the rose fly itself. Your father's ascension... It's got to do with somebody.”

Clayo carefully chose the expression. Anyway, it's a description of Arthur's biological father's murder.

Philippe stabbed his brother, Edward, and became king, right? The manuscript came out roughly, too.’

"Don't you know the details?"

"I don't know. How do I know?"

"Is it natural to do that? I'm one of the most disgraceful of the royal family. Then listen carefully from now on. That's when I have to clean up the shit that my father took."

As he tried to measure the distance to the royal castle by rolling up the curtains of the windows, Arthur lowered the curtain again and spoke quickly.

Philippe, the current king, was not the eldest son. He didn't even count on the throne.

Thirty-two years ago, when King Edward ascended the throne, it was expected that his wise and leadership would be long-lasting.

But within a few years, Edward has a case of insanity. Philip ousted his brothers with the consent of all the members of the House of Lords.

The horse was ousted, and the substance was murder.

Rosa Fehite, the head of the Capital Defense Corps' Knights Corps at the time, opposed harming the life of the king even if her mind was not intact.

Rosa, who was guarding Edward's isolated tower, had to confront her knights who followed Philippe.

Rosa was defeated because she couldn't kill Su-ha, who she raised with her own hands. The left eye was then blinded by Pierce Klagen, the deputy chief of staff.

It wasn't her lack of ability. Pity and humanity have dulled the hand.

After Philippe succeeded the throne, Rosa stepped down in the form of voluntary retirement, but she was virtually disqualified.

Since then, the law that was created to deprive Rosa of her land was a "modification clause on the inheritance of nothing," and it was a bill that women would not inherit the military and the Knights.

Pehite's estate was passed on to a distant relative, and she remained only a professor at the school.

"When we were 12 years old, the Shuliman Kishion had to bring in a second cousin boy to replace Isiel at the orders of the House of Lords and the King. The self-help effort to make Isiel his successor has endured and endured, but how can the two forces put pressure on him?"

Surely, it was a piece of shit. Considering the performance of Isiel in the last manuscript... It was unreasonable for an article with such skills and loyalty to be unable to inherit the military and territory due to political blackmail.

'Of course, because of that absurdity, Isiel became Arthur's loyalist. Even in the last manuscript, the daughter couldn't keep up the score. I thought it was the original fantasy background of the monarchy, but... I didn't know there was such a behind story.’

Arthur wanted to be king, and Isiel wanted to inherit his own writer and Eastern army. That's why the two swore to go on a lifelong journey.

"Does that make sense? Isiel is the best prosecutor in my generation. In the East, they said they had no one to deal with. When I become king, I will fix that law."

When Arthur finished speaking, he no longer spoke as if the evaluation was for you.

Clay looked at Arthur with new eyes.

Arthur did not want to be king solely because of his brother's rebellion. He wanted the throne as a means of rectifying injustice.