Chapter 827 – Heaven’s Pain (6)
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Cassadinus, chancellor of Romania, pulled up his sleeves.
It wasn’t that the size of the relic, which was cut to fit his body type, was too tight. It would be funny if he grew taller even at this age.
It is the habit of a prime minister to do before important matters to touch the clothes while pulling on the sleeves.
I left the room and walked. The silent attendants are trustworthy. Recalling who prepared this meeting, he raised the evaluation of that person by 2 points.
Buzz buzz…
The party hall we arrived at was covered with strange heat.
There is one reason why music accompanies noble gatherings. This is because even if only 20 people gather and chat, the place becomes noisy like a market hall.
Aristocrats, who do not want to lose their dignity even if they die soon, call a musician to hide the buzz.
It was also an aristocratic disease to hide secret conversations in the music.
‘That must also be the result.’
The chancellor responded with the smile of a dignified old man to those who welcomed them with admiration.
‘The End of the Heavenly Pain… Regardless of His Majesty’s explanation, it is inevitable that the authority of the Imperial Family will decline.’
It’s a good thing for upper-class nobles who are confident in protecting themselves from paranoia.
Because this incident will break the balance of power that arises from the confrontation between the nobility and the imperial family.
Wouldn’t the scales that had been tilted a little more toward the imperial family would tip toward them? Even the old-fashioned cultured music of the musicians could not hide their enthusiasm.
The chancellor, who moderately dealt with the aristocrats who confronted him with his own desire—you could call it desire—approached the target without any hesitation.
When her name was called, she bowed her back.
She shook her hand with the chancellor’s wry smile.
‘Don’t worry about your status. Did you receive the wedding present I sent you? Where is Keumseul good?〉
The chancellor said with a bitter smile at the upright answer.
A woman with an eyepatch covering half of her face. It was Minerva von Culapius, the lord of Lucregens, a contradictory city where pleasure and faith coexisted.
She was the one who healed her arms and legs with an elixir that the little groom bought with her own money, but the scars on her face were memories of the battlefield, so she had no intention of fixing them.
Understanding her feelings, the chancellor stroked her cane on the floor and said,
“Will you spare a moment for this old man?”
-There is something I really want to say.
Two voices
It rang out.
Few people know about it, but the cane the chancellor carried was a magic item that shared thoughts and feelings. As expected, Minerva answered without even moving.
The chancellor greeted her little groom. As he smiled at the young aristocrat nervously replying, Minerva looked the party hall in her eyes and said, The Chancellor slowly followed Minerva, who led the way. The reason he called Minerva was to warn her of treason the day after tomorrow. The chancellor wanted to cooperate with the rebellion of the prince, but did not want the nobles to die in the battle that would take place at that time. It was not because I wanted to be a patron, but because I wanted to prevent domestic confusion. ‘To be honest, there’s no way this upright ex-general will follow… ‘ Still, it would have been enough to give a warning. The chancellor could proudly say that she had lived her whole life sparing words. If he insisted on it, he would have guessed that he had received intelligence. Awesome… But after following Minerva like that, the Chancellor noticed that he was clumsy. Perhaps his sense of smell, which predicts a crisis like an aristocrat, had already aged along with his body. When he saw the white-haired woman standing with her back to the window, the chancellor couldn’t help but think so. Because she even felt like a living witness to her next generation. ─Click. Minerva left her room, leaving only the Chancellor. The action of putting the chancellor inside and getting out was very natural. Just as she had agreed to do so even before her chancellor visited her and spoke to her. Thanks to that, the Chancellor could not hold back and burst into laughter. ‘We talked about treason. Because there is a talker.〉 Tyrsi, accompanied by Nefertiti, answered. It was the joint offensive of Nord and Cornelius that lured the chancellor through Minerva. —If the chancellor contacts you, please guide me to this place. Before the meeting started, they went to a few candidates whom the chancellor would contact in advance, and they asked just that much. —… I get it. I believe in the persuasiveness of your story with the Marquis of Armials. It was not a difficult request, so Minerva accepted it after much thought. Even Minerva couldn’t easily let go of the story of the treason.
The person he thought was the most reliable because of his stubbornness led the chancellor into a trap because of his stubbornness. Realizing that he had eaten a blow, the chancellor chuckled like an old man watching his granddaughter.
He let out a breath, bursting into laughter.
“Why do you think so?”
At the blunt answer, the chancellor half-opened her eyes.
The great purge that destroyed the Armasunas family was the emperor’s edict.
But, of course, the emperor did not directly lead the process. Even if you check the results, there will always be someone in the middle who is in charge of detailed planning and execution.
In the Great Purge that took place more than 10 years ago, the prime minister was the bridge and the main culprit.
Nefertiti checked his complexion, but Tirshi shook his head.
The title of emperor was raised and the title of emperor was omitted. The chancellor was disproportionately satisfied when Tirsi seemed to understand the metaphors in his words. Tyrsi glanced out of his window and said. “When it rains, I have to open an umbrella. I’m not narrow-minded enough to care about ants under the umbrella.〉 〈… Haha! Herito’s granddaughter has grown up nicely.〉 The chancellor chuckled at the unexpected answer, then put her butt on her chair first. Tyrsi sat on the sofa and looked at the old man. The chancellor’s eyes blurred as if he was reflecting on the past. “When you get old, your sense of time gets weird. Yesterday is vague, but decades ago is vivid in my eyes. It seems that the volume of the head is not enough to contain the new ones, and the old memories are overflowing.〉 〈… …〉 ‘I don’t remember, but I remember you when you were toddling. So she thought it was justified to get a grudge… Do you know the whole story of the Great Purge?〉 ‘I didn’t ask Cornelius. He didn’t even tell me first.〉 The chancellor leaned her cane against her sofa. She had no intention of aiming the other magic contained therein at Tirsi, so in the end it didn’t matter whether she was holding it or not. Rather, she wanted to lighten the burden a little. ‘You don’t look very much like your grandmother. That little friend died and couldn’t live with her wife, and how she grumbled that it was a pity that the girl born a few generations later looked like her.〉 Tirsh shut his mouth.
Although the whereabouts of the prince was important, it seemed like he was trying to answer without threatening. He wouldn’t have to bother.
Perhaps her selfish heart for wanting to hear this story from the mouth of her chancellor found a suitable excuse. But it wouldn’t have been particularly wrong.
“Your grandfather said so.” Arma Schnath, who crossed the realm of a god with magic. Was the archmage’s quality a coincidence like her hard work and mutation? Could it be that such a quality was passed on to the members of the family, being passed down through the bloodline? It may seem like a foolish choice, but Tyrsi thought it was worth it. ‘It must have been a conclusion after weighing the gains and losses.’ If there really had been an outpouring of great wizards or equivalent masters, he wouldn’t have made that choice. In other words, he might have thought that it was not worth training a low-level wizard while increasing the number of enemies. In addition, the chancellor said ‘warning’, but the pressure was probably more than imagined. The whole story about Arma Shunas and the Artificial Goddess. The ‘… If the core of the ability to create the gods of Romania is in the Armasunas family.’ The blood of Armasunas alone deserves to be shunned. Regardless of whether the descendants of the Archmage actually had the talent or not. Perhaps it was the result of the descendants of the stars inducing nobles for a long time. It would have been the best for David to take the initiative in the Senate in any era. The chancellor took out a cigarette. Tirsi nodded and he lit the pipe. 〈… Understand. Please tell me.〉 To Tyrsi, the word family sounded like “Family.” If her grandfather hadn’t been able to protect her family. If I had been in a situation where if I yielded, I would be dragged down and rolled down to the edge of the cliff, and if I held on, the number of enemies would increase. Nord, Frank and Dana, Larilura and Veronica.
If you had to weigh the safety and life of your family against someone else’s.
〈… Okay.〉
If you can’t keep them all, you have to pick one.
Ordinary people are more often than not lucky and capable at the crossroads in their choices. Even Tyrsi would have died or become someone’s tool without Nord.
She shrugged her shoulders.
〈… After becoming her head of household, Herito became more and more noble as time passed. She even learned to read my thoughts beforehand, and as a leader, she made lying one of her virtues. Before she was taken away, she was taken away first.〉
When Tyrsi laughed, her chancellor fired sparks into her eyes.
‘Don’t talk nonsense like that. It’s not even worth mentioning.〉
“Being born is not a sin. Even if the clothes you were wearing were bought by Herito with bloody gold coins, can a child less than 10 years old understand and reject the circumstances and meaning of the gold coins?〉
A young child is an existence that is only protected by a guardian.
If a child refuses the clothes, food, shelter, and life given by the guardian, the child has no choice but to die.
‘Children cannot choose their parents, and people cannot choose their king. Would you ask the people who didn’t know anything to pay for their sins just because the funds the emperor erased history came from the citizens’ blood taxes?
Do you have to take responsibility because you received benefits?
Then why should a child born to poor parents have only the responsibility of being poor?
A child is a being loved by her parents. There is no other side of responsibility in that love. So, isn’t the love parents give to their children poisoning them?
It is natural to teach children about their mistakes, but we should not hold children accountable for their birth and growth.
Parents are the duty of those who gave birth to children.
The person in power is the price to pay for gaining power.
〈… So you cooperated with the treason.〉
“I am the prime minister of this country. I wasn’t stupid enough to not know the existence of the money the emperor had stolen and diverted. I didn’t know it was used to erase history.〉
It meant that he cooperated with this rebellion because he felt responsible for pretending not to know.
Tirshi didn’t know if the Prime Minister’s insistence was the right opinion. It’s because I’ve never thought of the world, country, or sin from that perspective.
The chancellor’s point of view was possible because he was the one who managed the citizens’ taxes.
She remembers being a commoner longer than her memories of being an aristocrat.
Still, I did know one thing.
〈… It was you.〉
Tirshi closed her eyes.
Then, what comes to mind is the day when her family collapsed. She is the sad, apologetic smile that his grandfather had as he looked back at him as he followed the soldier.
“It was because of you that I survived.”
The chancellor realized that she had said too much.
She bit into a smoke pipe, but the regret of saying something pointless was more bitter than the cigarette smoke.
〈… I was just lucky enough to have that.”
It might have been possible because someone had whispered in the emperor’s ear that it would be a waste to completely eradicate the lineage of Armasunas.
The efforts of the person who defeated the aristocrats who were trying to lead the Great Purge out of greed to change the power structure and conducted the responsibilities as fairly as possible did not become meaningless.
Tyrsi bowed her head to the Chancellor.
〈… It’s something to live a long time to see. Receive all thanks from Herito’s granddaughter.〉
The chancellor spit out the smoke from her cigarette. She was a girl who looked like her friend who had died before. No matter what she looks like, in the sense that she is honest enough to not be an aristocrat.
The prime minister, who threw cigarette ash on the ashtray, muttered to himself.
‘I didn’t ask. She wasn’t confident that if she was tortured she wouldn’t blow. Still, I heard that the Bronze Throne is in the capital and what kind of artifact it is. Why was Herito purged?〉
Tirshi laughed lightly.
Saying something that was not even in her heart, the chancellor wrote on her paper without hiding his handwriting. Tirshi took the paper and stood up.
The chancellor asked without paying attention to the cane, which can spread a shield stronger than a castle wall.
“So, are you going to just go?”
Ice bloomed from Tirshi’s palm. A cold wind that does not even feel mana. The Chancellor had heard of the power that causes such miracles.
‘Her. It’s a master class.’
The same level as the archmage in ancient legends.
No, it is the power of Arma Shunas itself.
‘… Herito. Do you see I guess this is the power you’ve been talking about so much.’
With this, Tyrsi would take care of herself.
She paid for a crime she didn’t have to pay by rolling around in the dirt for 10 years. She was satisfied with the thought that she would not have to worry about Tyrsi’s safety from now on.
So I closed my eyes and accepted the cold.
But his body never froze.
〈… Is it Tyrsi?〉
When death did not come no matter how long he waited, the chancellor opened his eyes. There was frost on his body, but no part of his skin was necrotic or frozen.
Instead, there was only a note with a manly handwriting that I had never seen before on a piece of paper.
─Excluded from candidacy.
As if someone who had been hiding in this room had left it before leaving.
