225 27 Put on a 1000 (1/2)

--Inside the castle. Futa's private quarters.

...... Two drops now, huh?

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

I feel like her condition is getting worse.

A few days after that.

His breathing has been getting worse.

As I recall, the pasta show is in less than three days.

Ayame was really looking forward to the YuYake Festival.

However, under the current circumstances, it would be difficult for Futa to visit the event.

I don't know what to do.

I heard that the situation in the capital is getting worse day by day.

Looking out the window, it's a beautiful day as usual.

But for some reason, my mood remained unchanged.

If only there was something I could do...

Of course, he wanted to help Lilac, and he was worried about Korona and Pasta.

In addition to the people who were really important to him, there were many other faces that came to mind.

It could be Richter, Prim.

Ruri, Wind, Mion...

They were Leafy, Izuna, and Motisuke. Mirabelle and the people at the taverna. The people who gather at Spectacula.

Hura and Viciedo. The king's face came to mind.

”Oh, I see.

The desire to somehow solve the stinky incidents happening in the capital.

I guess I like King's Landing. ......

I'm not sure what to make of it.

--Hammot Mansion.

I've been taking advantage of it. I am.

In his thick, lax fingers are several rings filled with large jewels.

The handkerchief he uses to wipe off his sweat shows that he is using the best of the best.

You'll be able to see that they've sipped the sweet juice,” Graciel narrowed his eyes.

We don't even know how much money we owe to ....... We don't even keep a ledger, even though we say we'll pay it back someday. ...... Yesterday and tomorrow, the party is already booked.

I'm not going to make eye contact with Gracial, but I'm going to keep my head down and pout.

It's a good idea to keep your eyes on the road and not on the road.

This is what I mean when I say I'm too scared to even look at him.

His slurred speech barely reached Graciel's ears.

There were several reasons why Gracial didn't blame him for this.

One was to buy time. The time he spends talking will naturally give him time to continue his search.

I don't know anything about running a ...... business, and I usually leave the work to my subordinates. ...... My businesses are always failures. I thought it would work. I can see my subordinates calling me a pig behind my back.

Two, I wanted to hear some repentance from the fools who were pulling Richter's leg. It was disconcerting to think that the man was always putting his nerves on the line to protect these people.

It would have been better if he had just used them and then thrown them away, like he had done to me, but to the end, that man was naive.

That's why Her Highness took advantage of him. You knew that.

So, I'm very pleased that Graciela has offered to take advantage of me. ...... I think ......

Three. The third was the ring on his finger that the ham hock had been playing with. Amongst all the ornate and glittering things, there is one very poor, thin iron ring that he keeps playing with.

”I've been scorned as a pig and hated in social circles my whole life. If I were to betray the only person who ever saw me as a person, I would ...... truly cease to be a person!

As Hammot stood up, the two men who had been waiting behind Graciel stood ready. Seeing them with their hands on the swords at their hips, Hammut shouted, almost in tears.

'Kill me if you want!　I've had a good life!!!

Hammut puffed up his chest, desperately trying to keep up his pretense.

That's when...

The door at the back of the cafeteria opened with a bang.

Running towards him was a girl in a very pretty dress. Is she your daughter?　Gracial tilts his head, but a quick look at her neck tells him that she is.

It's probably one of the slaves that this pig bought.

...... I don't know why she's standing there, protecting him.

”......!

”Oh, hey, don't come out--

It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your time with your family. He crossed his legs, rested his cheek on the armrest and said.

I don't think you're worth killing.

”What?

Hammot, who had thought that he would be killed if he didn't obey, could only make a foolish face at his words.

The girl seems to be surprised, but Gracial has no words to say to a slave.

You can use the kid as a target for your darts if you want.

”Well, that's--

There's no reason to mess with him.

At the same time as I let out my breath. There's a knock at the front door.

At the signal ”found”, Gracial stood up boringly.

I've done my job.

The rest, well.

If you have people to protect... There's only one piece of advice I can give you as a nobleman.

Take a family outing now. I don't recommend you stay indoors.

What?

If you know what's going on, you'll know what I mean.

Either you go with Richter or you go with Gracials.

And what's going on with the people attached to Richter now?

After watching Gracial and his attendants leave the cafeteria.

Boneless rolled the slaves that he had hidden in the back of the house out of the house and ran out the back door, gathering up his precious money, delicious dried meat, and other such things.

On the other hand, Gracial came out of the entrance of the mansion with ease.

He was about to get into the carriage when he suddenly noticed something.

A woman jumped out of the carriage that stopped in front of him.

Gracial's eyes narrowed at the woman who looked familiar.

”......, my friend Richter.

”Sir Gringott, ......!　What brings you to this pig's house?

Oh, oh. Oh, yeah?　You heard I was coming here, and you came running. It's a good thing you have a good nose, Inukoro.

”...... You're really back to square one, aren't you? Do you really think it's okay if what you're doing gets exposed?

”Revealed”?　What are you talking about?　I didn't do anything.

Graciel lowered his foot on the ramp to get into the carriage and faced the woman in front of him.

Her name is Mion.

Gracial knew her well, and she was one of Richter's best subordinates.

When he was working with Richter, he used to take care of her from time to time.

But I'm done with that.

As she stared at him, Gracial looked up at the sky.

It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining and the breeze is cool and pleasant. Isn't that right, Mion?

”......

The woman's eyebrows furrowed at the nobleman's scathing speech.

He brushes back his blue hair and tells her.

On days like this, the air is dry and the fire turns easily.

--That was the moment.

A tremendous explosion and a gust of wind.

The carriage nearly overturns in the gusting wind. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

I'm not sure what to say.　You're a pig!

I'm worried about this. ...... I know you said you were going out right after you talked to me.

You said you were going out right after you talked to me.

The roaring fire of the Hammot Mansion.

You can hear the screams of the people living in the surrounding area.

I think the onlookers will be gathering soon. Sensing the presence of the people, Gracial once again makes his way to the carriage ramp.

”A band of heroes who only target nobles, huh? I'm going to run away in case I'm targeted too.

Wait, Gringott!

”Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The eyes that look at Mion as if to say, ”Are you kidding?

It's not a superficial irritation, as if he's mocking the rudeness of the commoners.

This is why Mion stopped his body halfway, as if he was involuntarily blocked from moving.

The situation is clear to see.

There was a terrorist attack on a nobleman right in front of us. Trying to keep him on the scene is a painless gut-wrenching experience.

Gracial knows.

”You were once a guerrilla killing noblemen, and now here you are?

”......!

Not many people know about her life.

But there are those who know, just like the Gracials in front of me.