Chapter 242: 242 241 words: "The one that opens the mouth"

From the lord's mansion, the residence of the ruler, Roseau appeared with heavy footsteps.

There was little expression on his face. It was always only in front of people that he wore a smile or a vivacity on his face. By behaving like this, he could easily gain the trust and favor of people, while a gloomy expression alone would arouse their suspicion. Roseau was well aware of this.

In front of the large gate, a guard raised his right hand in a salute to Roseau. Roseau is the voice of the people. And the guards of the manor are citizens, too. To the guards, Roseau must be the one to whom they should pay their respects.

With an easy smile on his previously expressionless face, Roseau waved lightly at the guards and walked proudly out the gate. It was as if he was the master of the place. There was no one who could blame him.

"How was the ruler, Master Roseau?

A man who followed Roseau like a secretary was waiting for him at the gate. He handed Roseau a large cloak and muttered in a quiet voice. The tone of his voice was the complete opposite of Roseau's high-pitched voice.

Lozeau's lips curved up in a pout and he said.

"As expected, of course.

With the image of Philos-Treit in his mind's eye in the Oval Office, Roseau said. Yes, as expected. I'd say it's a given.

Because she's always on the right path.

Like at the Battle of Sarnio. In order for Philos, a mere autonomous city, to survive, it's only natural that it clings to the feet of the powerful Great Patriarch. Her choice, including the fact that she went to the trouble of using her own private army to show this attitude, was surely the right one, both as a ruler and as a human being.

Therefore, I muttered to myself deep in my heart that I and the majority of the citizens who opposed her actions were probably not right. It must be so. After all, I am the one who is leading the citizens, and I don't think I am right in the slightest. The citizens may insist that they are right, but...

No, you are not right. Many of the things they say to the people in the halls of the people are nothing but empty words, and they continue to hound Philos-Treit for money from the Great Church and the heraldry. They are pushing her over the edge.

So surely, such an act is not right. Believing that, Roseau continues to walk down the path of injustice.

At Roseau's side, the secretary's face contorts greatly, and her lips open.

"Alas! What a pity. After all, that white eye will not wake up until his last breath.

The tone was harsh and angry. Roseau's lips hardened slightly. This is what the citizens of Philos have been saying lately.

--The ruler Philos-Treit will not wake up until the end of his days. He doesn't know what's right.

He doesn't know what's right. Every time he hears those words, Roseau feels like his stomach is going to collapse.

God did not give him money, status, lineage, or power. Nothing, except the gift of making people's hearts beat and their eyes black.

Roseau knows that's all he has. That's all he's got, and he's being cheered on in the halls of the people, and he's being given the position of spokesman for the people. It's just not right.

Roseau flicked up his beard slightly and said.

Tell the citizens. The days of pretense are over.

But that's okay. It's okay not to be right. Because I hate being right. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

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He is dressed in a green military uniform and frowns as he puts on a pair of thin gloves. With a light movement of his fingers, he kneaded the air.

In the great tent, only I, Saint Mattia, and Saint's aide Largd-Anne were breathing air. With only the three of us, this tent seemed much larger.

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My heart naturally became heavy and I exhaled. I turned my gaze to Anne and said.

Do I really need to meet with the ruler of Philos, too? I'd rather have a scarecrow standing over me.

I'm not saying that you can't go to your tent and wave your wager around, or that you can just go to the field and take in the wind. If the other party showed the slightest inclination to compromise, I would have broken out of this air-tight tent as soon as possible.

However, Ann seemed to see through all my thoughts and said.

"Yes, Master Lugis. Please don't make the mistake of going outside. If you do, I might run out of your favorite food.

When I heard Anne's words, I returned to my chair with my hips slightly elevated. My cheeks twitched involuntarily and I felt a twitch.

No. Anne's guy is in charge of the distribution of supplies in this war. What he just said is akin to telling me that if I make a wrong move, all I'll get tomorrow is poor hard bread and dirty water. It is a complete threat.

As with alcohol, it would be fatal to be cut off from chewing tobacco.

After all, the chewing tobacco that I had kept in my pocket until now was soaked in blood during the battle of Sarnio. Even I don't think I would like to chew tobacco that tastes like blood. In that case, I'll have to bow down to this small ruler and ask him.

Perhaps she was amused by my cowering expression, but she cleared her throat lightly and smiled beautifully.

It was the first time I had seen her smile in a long time, since she had been making difficult faces in the mornings and evenings lately. In the event that you have any kind of questions regarding where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site.

I'm not sure if Mattia was taken in by Anne's smile. I'm sure you'll be able to understand why. A little bit of expectation rings in my heart, hoping that she will be on my side.

"Yes. A saint and a hero. That's who they want to negotiate with. And Lugis, as I've been telling you for a while now, it's time for you to realize that you're the driving force behind the heraldry.

And then the sound stopped. Well, it looks like there is no one on my side here.

Saint Mattia, and me. That's the other side. That's who Philos-Treit, ruler of the autonomous city of Philos, wanted to negotiate with.

Hang your head or turn the city into a graveyard. Faced with these two choices, Philos-Treit chose to take this side. But he added that he couldn't surrender with his hands in the air and his stomach in the air.

In a way, that's just as well, because the city of Philos still has enough troops to fight back against us. This is true for a variety of reasons, both internal and external.

And we, too, do not have the luxury of taking a hard line from start to finish. At the Battle of Sarnio, we were wounded beyond recognition, and the limbs of the heraldry were bruised to the fullest extent. To be honest, I think they would prefer to refrain from making unnecessary sacrifices against Philos. After all, the Great Saints are still aiming for our necks with their excessive power.

As a result of the convenience of both parties, a place for negotiation was opened. There are an equal number of negotiators on both sides. The location is in the Great Tent of Monstrance.

To be honest, I'm not sure if my presence will be of any use, but I have the saint Mattia and the negotiator Anne here. There's nothing wrong with that. I could have slept next to them.

So I leaned back heavily in my chair and closed my eyes. I guess my brain couldn't take the rough treatment I'd been doing for the past few days, and it just seemed to let go of my consciousness.

For the past few days, as soon as I learned that my wounds had healed, Mattia and Anne began forcibly stuffing my skull with information about tactics, future plans, and political affairs.

Honestly, please don't do this to me. The structure of my brain and your brains are completely different. Someone has also said that we should put the right people in the right places.

Thanks to these daily soirées, my body is full of life, but my brain is on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.

My eyelids are heavy, heavy, heavy. My eyelids are heavy, heavy, heavy, and I feel like I'm about to fall into a coma. One more step and I'll be able to travel to a pleasant dream world. In between dream and reality.

--Lugis. What are you trying to do?

Mattia's voice echoed in the tent, tangling in my ears.

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