Chapter 251: 251 249. Self as Chancellor.txt

The Viisian Castle, the place where the Vizier's id began.

The throne room is located near its top.

It's unique in that, unlike its counterparts in other countries, the room is decorated with many plants. The plants range from ornamental to magical, used in actual battles.

There are several vaulted windows on the sides of the room, with modest chairs lined up underneath them. It's the same layout as I remember, but the slight difference is that the work desks have been carried in behind the thick pillars that line the room.

And, as before, a bright red carpet stretches across the floor in the center of the room, and on the wall above the uppermost throne, the nostalgic emblem of viasia is swaying in the wind.

There are only three people in the space that now sums up the "Northern League". Moreover, all three of them are monsters that can hardly be called sane, so the nations participating in the "Northern League" are pitiful.

A quiet, dark-haired girl sits on the throne, with a pretty, blonde girl next to her. However, it might be a mistake to describe the dark-haired girl as quiet. The same goes for describing the blonde girl as dainty.

Right now, the dark-haired girl is 'asleep' and the blonde girl is 'hijacked'. The dark-haired girl is asleep and the blonde girl is hijacked.

It's the same for me standing by the desk behind the pillar.

Just like the two girls, I, too, have already--

After finishing the contact magic 《Trees Contact》, I clench my fists tightly and hit the desk. Without caring if the country's materials that were stacked on the desk fall from the vibration, I put my hand on my forehead and lament the king's turbulence.

'The King Who Rules (Lord)' ....... Why ......

After communicating with Ancestor Vortex Wave and the others in the Second Maze City of Daryl from the Throne Room, he looked up at the ceiling and asked himself a question.

Why is the 'Governing King (Lord)' still with the renegade Ancestor Uzuma Wave?

Why doesn't he approve of my proposed plan?

''I don't know myself. ......

I would say it out loud to myself.

If you don't say so, you're likely to flip the word.

--I'm not going to be able to get it right.

I'm sure you know.

But if you admit that, the Lord of the Rings will cease to exist. Naturally, the prime minister standing next to him will also disappear.

That's why I have no choice but to pretend that I don't understand.

I am the Prime Minister. If your Prime Minister disappears, there will be nothing left.

I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that. It's the same as dying - or even more terrifying than dying, it's 'meaninglessness'.

I just wanted to avoid that.

That's why I keep trying. I keep trying desperately to be like the book that has just fallen to the floor - the "Prime Minister" in the history books about a thousand years ago.

In the middle of that effort, a voice comes from a distance.

''Sensei (...)!　Dr. Eid!

That's the voice calling me 'sir'.

Reflexively, I thought, "That's not true.

The only person I am proud of is 'Prime Minister'.

.............

So I don't even look back and become silent.

Rather than responding to the voice, I was busy thinking of the "Prime Minister" from a thousand years ago.

The "Prime Minister" who followed behind the revered "Lord".

There was never such a wonderful figure.

There has never been such a wonderful life.

I've never been that great.

There is no more foolish "younger brother (child)" who longed for a "teacher".

I am no longer a child, I am now the Prime Minister of Veitchia. So--!

-Sir!　You're blue in the face!　Breathe properly!　Breathe!

Hey, breathing ......?

I couldn't accept the word 'sir', but when I heard the other words, I hurriedly moved my lungs to suck in air in one go.

'Huh.'

Fresh air fills my lungs, easing some of the breathlessness I had felt earlier.

Apparently, for some reason, I had stopped breathing.

Had I been thinking too much?　Are you nervous as the duel with the Original Vortex Wave approaches?　Or is it more like another ......?　

Hah, hah, hah ......!

I put my hand on my head and place it on my chest, taking several deep breaths, repeating the question in my mind as well.

Then, I raise my face from my prone position and look around.

Before I knew it, one of the 'Magic Stone Humans' (Jewelculus) was standing behind me. He would be the fourth being in this empty throne room.

She was a girl with a light blue pigment mixed in her hair and eyes, and she wore the military uniform of Vyasia on her small body. As I recall, she is a 'magic stone human' (Jewelculus) who has finished her treatment and was bought out to help the civil servant at the castle. Her name is ......, I believe ......--

'-- Oh, you're sorry about that ....... I forgot the name: ......

I can't find the name.

I might be able to remember it if I think it over carefully, but I can't bring myself to try to do so, so I ask him honestly.

''It's 'Ques', the number proto-ex of the 'Demon Stone Human (Jewelculus)'. There is no need to apologize, sir. There are many families in this castle with similar appearances, so it's not unreasonable. More importantly, you're the teacher: ......

Ques ......?

This thin blue girl's name is Ques.

No, I don't care.

It's useless to try to remember it, because I'll probably forget it again.

There's more important things to remember.

'I'm sorry, Quess. Please call yourself Vizier Aide, not the teacher.

He picks up the materials that have fallen from the desk to the floor, correcting her mistakes.

Then she grabs the most important book in it and holds it tightly in her hand.

It's 'my book'.

No, it's the book of 'Myself and the King (Lord) Who Rules'.

It is a history book that describes the battle between the north and south a thousand years ago. The book is written mainly about the battle of the northern "Lord", and inevitably there are many descriptions of the "Prime Minister".

It was a sure sign that I had lived.

It was proof that I could say with confidence that I was myself.

While keeping it in my pocket, I faced the girl in "The Jewelcruise". Then she nodded with a slightly disappointed look on her face.

''Wow, I understand ....... Prime Minister Aide: ......

Thank you.

Thank you for the correction of "The Jewish Stone Man (Jewelculus)".

At the same time, I am grateful for the history book in my pocket.

One year ago, after witnessing the resolution of the fate of Apostle Legacy-sama and Founder Uzuraha in the center of the World Dedication Formation, and after entrusting Yotaki-sama, the one who steals the reason for water, who is the replacement for the Lord who controls, - I found this book.

After being summoned to this post-millennium world, I had almost forgotten that I was the 'Prime Minister'. But this book contained everything I had almost forgotten about being the Prime Minister.

And then, I remembered for sure that I was the Prime Minister.

That I was destined to be the "Prime Minister".

Because of the deficit in my memory of the summoning, I was late in realizing this, but I won't go wrong anymore.

I am the Prime Minister. Because I am the Prime Minister, I was able to get this far.

Above all, the body reacts.

Whenever you are called "Prime Minister," your body tenses up.

The tension is completely different. Your concentration is completely different. Time passes in a different way. As long as you are the Prime Minister, you will feel that you are alive.

While tucking the book away in the deepest part of my body for safekeeping, I reaffirm my own wishes and apologize for my earlier forcefulness by adding a supplement to the "Magic Stone Man (Jewelculus)".

''I'm sorry. It's more sobering to be called Vizier Aide.''

In front of the bewildered blue 'Demon Stone Human (Jewelculus)', I regained my chest.

The fact that he called himself 'Prime Minister' and was called 'Prime Minister' shows that his body is getting stronger.

Ah, I knew it was .......

That's the kind of nature I was born with.

It's not just about the way we fight or magic.

That's the way I live, that's the nature of my soul.

My attribute is wood.

My magic power is specialized in nurturing someone else.

My personality also has a lot of standing up for someone else, and I never fight alone.

The 'magician' called Aide cannot live alone.

You can only breathe when you can prove that you are the Prime Minister and have a Lord to rule over. If you are not the Prime Minister, you are not alive.

Yes, I'm starting to remember clearly.

That's right.

Because I am the Prime Minister, I am the one who steals the logic of the tree

"You've become 'the one who steals the logic of the tree'--?

A question came out of my own mouth as I thought about the answer I had come up with for myself.

It was unconscious. As I pondered on The One Who Stole the Reason of the Tree, I caught a momentary glimpse of the white world. It was brief, about a blink of an eye, but it was certainly not in the throne room of this Vyisian castle, but in a much larger place.

Where was that now: ......?　Is that a meadow or ......?

That white color is "White Cherry Blossom (Pieris Isia)" ......?

Very, very nostalgic, like .......

But it's somewhat distressing ......, such as ......--

I have a feeling that I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember where it was.

My memory is too dim.

The reason for this is because of the "reason stealer" of a thousand years ago and the loss of memory due to the "summons" of a thousand years later. He calmly analyzed the wear and tear in his mind.

I'm the last and least appropriate person in the world to be a thief of logic. Just before I fell into the Stealers of Reason, I received a detailed explanation from the Apostle. Unlike the others, I had time to prepare and be prepared.

So even if I can't remember where it is 'where', I have an idea of where it is. I've got it: ......--.

"Se-sense ...... prime minister id, what's wrong ......?

Before I knew it, the 'Demon Stone Human (Jewelculus)' was next to me and was looking into my face. However, this time, thanks to the fact that he called me 'Prime Minister', I was able to come to myself at once.

' ...... No, no, there's nothing wrong with that. It's okay.

I give a fake smile and a small shake of my head.

I can no longer remember a shred of the pure white world I had just glimpsed.

It spilled out of my hand like water flowing downhill. The memories that had fallen away were moving away from me like a stone rolling down a slope.

I calmly look away from it.

It's nothing to be alarmed about.

I know the name of the pebble that fell. I know that I protected it as a precious treasure in the past.

It's just that I don't feel that way anymore. ......

Fading memories are like that.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work for you.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about. Simply counting from the time of my birth, I'm over a thousand years old.

It was impossible for me to remember anything from my childhood.

Even the memories of life in the orphanage are almost non-existent.

The only thing I can remember is the memory of Prime Minister.

It is a good thing that you can't get rid of them. That's all there is to it now.

That is the only thing I can remember as if it were yesterday.

When I was walking in that grand corridor outside the throne room where I am now, I heard a voice from a distance.　A voice that is not speaking behind my back, but a voice that I can clearly hear myself as I walk.

A voice despised by the vassals who, a thousand years ago, should have sworn an oath to defend their country as well.

That's the only thing that's clear--.

"That thing is the Prime Minister?　That wretched man? Yes, I've heard that he's from the same country as the King. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them. I'm sure there are a lot of people who are not convinced that this is the right choice for them.

--The only thing I can remember clearly is that painful time.

That voice is the only one that doesn't wear out the memory at all, as if it's harassed - and it's not at all damaging.

It's not a good idea to have a man like Ayda as the Lord's Prime Minister. It's a good idea to be mindful of this and relieve the Lord of his burden.

-- a voice that did not recognize itself as 'Prime Minister'.

I heard it many times within earshot. If you include backbiting, it would be impossible to count them all. That's how many people whispered that he was unsuitable for the post.

I don't know when those days were: .......

As I recall, it was around the time when the "Lord of the Ruling Kings" (Lord) had successfully completed his revolution, united the nations of the north and began to push back the south ......?

Back then, I was in dire straits, with less time to spare than I am now.

I may not be able to remember it as a child, but I can remember those days.

For some reason, it's as clear as if it was yesterday - and it's not.

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--A thousand years ago.

A thousand years ago, the Lords successfully pushed back the southern invaders and restored peace to the North, which was on the brink of destruction. In order to maintain that peace, he subsequently became a worthy king who was recognized by other nations.

From that point on, the battle was not war-centric, but politically-centric. He was committed to increasing the country's strength as a nation while promoting diplomacy. As a result, the most trustworthy person in the Lord's government was the Prime Minister, which caused discord at home.

Everyone said, "That nameless young man is insane to be 'Prime Minister'.

I'm not sure I've ever seen such a thing.

After all, I was too weak.

Compared to the "Lord of Lords", everything is a world of difference.

I knew that more than anyone else.

That's why he accepted the criticism of those around him, but he continued to work hard and spare no time to sleep. He tried to do everything he could to be a "Prime Minister" who could be relied upon, even though he had no talent.

There were times when I tried to train my body to become stronger.

Although his position didn't allow him to go out on the battlefield, it was because there was a tendency for people to lick him if he didn't have a minimum level of strength.

A thousand years later, that would not have been the case, but a thousand years ago, in the Dark Ages, military force was required first and foremost.

However, the funny thing is, that effort to become strong took a year--.

I knew you weren't cut out for this, Master Ayde.

-- and that's it.

'I can still do it!　General Volus!

In the courtyard inside the castle of Viaisia, he shouted back as he propped himself up on his knees.

It was a training exercise that he had even asked the old general to take the time to do, but finally Reynand Volus shook his head with a pained look on his face.

'Nushi is too clumsy to hold a blade, which is counterintuitive. If you still want to learn martial arts, you have to fight with your bare hands. But using your fists on the battlefield is just too ....... If possible, I'd like you to learn other ways to fight: ......

I knew right away that he was implicitly telling me to give up.

They are telling me to lay down my sword and face only people and books. I'm being told not to do anything that isn't up to my stature, and I'm being cared for. I was used to being looked down upon and despised, but I wasn't used to being worried, so I turned my face down and thanked him as I ran away.

''Oh, I see. ...... I'm sorry, General Volus. Thank you for your valuable time .......

...... Even if you can't do martial arts, don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything else I can do for you. I owe the Onushiri sisters and brothers a debt of gratitude that cannot be repaid.

His voice would no longer be heard properly.

I had no choice but to return to the castle, blood flowing from my clenched fists.

I knew it, but I couldn't fight.

The only thing I could contribute to my country was the knowledge side.

I have to use my head and find my strengths .......

So, go to ......!

Even if I wanted to train the knowledge side of things, I don't have enough time.

As I am from a remote village, there is a heavenly difference in the education given compared to others working in this castle. The aristocrats in the city center have been drilled into their manners and etiquette from childhood, and have received specialized studies from renowned scholars.

It is no mean feat to catch up with them.

No, even if they did catch up, it would not make up the absolute difference of family background. Even if you have a network of contacts that has been expanding since you were a child, you will not be able to win in your lifetime.

The same degree of success is not good enough.

You need more and more power.

The power to silence your birth, your knowledge, your connections, and everything else.

An overwhelming power like that sister's--!

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'I am my sister's brother and yet I am ....... Why don't I have the same talent as your sister ......?

However, the harshness of reality inevitably causes his face to turn down.

I won't say up to the power of that 'one who steals reason'.

It's a good thing that you have a good idea of what to do. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

...... No, there's no point in begging for something that isn't there. The only way to do that now is to do what you can do.

He shook his head strongly and looked up.

Thus, the "Prime Minister" id at the time of the founding of the country did not break, but continued to look forward and strive.

Even though he was inexperienced, he worked on the work of the "Prime Minister".

There is only one thing I can do. He continued to do his best to be cautious and not make any mistakes. He continued to take the best steps he could without being corrupt.

Surely, if he showed even the slightest hint of an opening, those who wanted to unseat him would flock to him and try to pull him down from his position as Prime Minister.

If that happened, he would no longer be the Prime Minister.

You will not be able to be next to the Lord who rules.

This means that I will no longer be an id and will return to being a nameless "witch".

--You can't do that.

I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it.

With this in mind, I was frightened of everything and began to get busy with state affairs for another year.

From the season of blooming peach blossoms to the season of blooming yellow flowers. From the season of red blossoms to the season of white blossoms. The unsettled season peculiar to the North is repeated.

Perhaps because of the favor of the "Lord", I was able to continue to cling to the "Prime Minister".

And then, my body gradually grows larger, surpassing the Lord's back.

His eyes were hollowed out and his physiognomy was terrible. I'm sure it's because of the fact that he kept his power as the Prime Minister by doing all the wrong things. I'm not sure how far away from the respectable Prime Minister I had envisioned him to be.

Even so, I continued to be the Prime Minister.

I continued to strive to be a prime minister worthy of being next to the ruling king (Lord).

However, the cruel reality awaited him beyond the efforts of this ordinary person.

When the Lord ruled the northern continent and many countries began to stabilize, she began to focus her efforts on education.

The Lord said that the same people can't be generals forever and education is necessary to produce good successors.

I thought that was reasonable.

At the same time, I thought it was being said about me.

If this measure continues to work and time passes, it won't be long before a more suitable 'Prime Minister' than me will appear.

Unlike the 'Lord,' who became the 'Stealer of Reason' and became a near-immortal being, I will be old. Someday, someone else will take his place.

I'm going to have to give up the position of Prime Minister standing beside the Lord to someone else, and I'm going to have to watch it while I grow old.

--I'm not going to be able to get rid of it.

Perhaps it was because I had worked so hard up until now that I hadn't even realized that it was so commonplace. It wasn't until the education policy was discussed that I finally realized what was going on.

How long will I be able to remain as the Prime Minister?

How long will I be able to stay next to the Lord who rules?

I can't help but wonder about that.

I was so upset that it would affect my work as Prime Minister. You can't help but ask for advice because you feel that if you don't, it will cause trouble for your country.

The person I trust the most - but--

Don't worry about it. It's the id.

"Ro, 'The Lord who rules!'

When I took some personal time and was alone with him in his own room in The Lord of Governors, he told me clearly that it was unfounded.

At that moment, I thought I was free of my long-standing worries. It was because I was fascinated by the fact that if the "Lord who rules" said so, then it must be so.

But the words that followed from the mouth of the Lord of Lords were ...... a little different from what I wanted.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make your life easier. You can do whatever you want. You have nothing to worry about the concubines.

I knew I wasn't getting my message across and that something was being distorted.

I should have told him that I was worried about whether I would be able to perform as a 'Prime Minister'. Besides, the "King Who Rules" (Lord) said there was nothing to worry about. Then I thought I had a good idea of what I could do as Prime Minister, but now it's not as if...

...... I agree. How about an orphanage for the rest of your time?

What?

--Breath stopped.

With a very nice smile, and as if it was a strange idea, the 'Lord of the Dominion' proposed a job other than 'Prime Minister' to him.

It was as if he had been told so clearly that he was not wanted by this Vyasia, that he could not breathe. It was difficult to breathe in, as usual, and my lungs and throat - and my face - were frozen and immobile.

'Hmm, a good idea, if I do say so myself. If the job in this country is not up to Ayd, how about the director of the orphanage? I'm sure you'd make a good director. I'm sure you'll be a good director. I want a wonderful place like the orphanage where the mistresses spent their last hours. You can spend your last hours there.

It's probably because I can't breathe, but it makes my chest ache. At the same time, my consciousness started to blur and the world started to drift away from me. Naturally, the words of "The Lord who rules" also fade away.

I didn't understand what he was saying. No, I didn't want to understand.

"-Aid. If you can, prepare a place for the mistresses to return to--　

I thought that if I continued to hear this story any longer - it would be over.

Only the book in which my story is written goes into the epilogue, and a few more pages of life. Wherever my sister's story goes, no one will ever call my brother's name again, while his story continues.

Such an image comes to my mind, and as soon as I can, I extend my answer.

'Yes. That might be a good idea, too: ....... Just let me think about it some more. ......

Not metaphorically, I thought I was going to stop being me and die. Even now, I resisted the urge to hang myself.

I walked out of the room as if to escape from the 'Lord of the Dominion'.

I'm sure you've got the right ....... Take your time to think about it. No matter what you choose to do, I will always support you. ......

Even those last words, "The Lord who rules," were too hard for me now.

Wobbling out of the room, I walk down the corridor of the castle.

People passing me look at me and talk to me with concern. But all of that didn't matter. I'm not interested in earning points for being the Prime Minister.

I'm not sure what to say when I was sentenced not to be a 'vizier': ...... might be correct.

Unable to say anything back, he continued to ignore everyone who called out to him and went back to his room.

When I reach my room, I am stunned.

He couldn't accept the fact that he would no longer be the Prime Minister.

The reason I've been able to do this until now is because the Lord who rules, no matter what the people around me say, said it was okay to be the Prime Minister.

The Lord who rules is what makes him the Prime Minister's Aid.

I've dedicated my body to the Lord that rules, and I specialize in the Lord that rules.

There is no way I can do anything else now.

I don't know how to live any other way.

Just like when I passed someone in the cloister, I don't even know what kind of person I am and can't say a word. I'm not as strong as the ruling king (Lord) thinks I am.

I'm a weak person who doesn't even know how to live without the role of the Prime Minister.

And yet, an orphanage ......?

I am the director of that director ......?　

You can't do that!

No, even if I could, I wouldn't want to do that!　Absolutely!

I was afraid of a future where the Lord of Lords would be with someone other than himself.

Who was it?　Another 'stealing of reason'?

Is he as brilliant and powerful as the Lord who rules?

Is he stronger and wiser than himself and worthy of being a 'Prime Minister' or ......?

The two of them are left alone from behind - and that's okay, yet (・・・・・・・).

It's nice to see a powerful young man come to the aid of The Lord Who Rules (Lord).

That's fine. It's good ...... just what will I look like then?

Do you see your old self looking at the young and beautiful "ruling king (Lord)" ......?

--Duh, no.

Then I can't fulfill that promise (・・・・・・・・・・).

I've come this far just for that "promise" - and yet...

'Ahhhhhh ....... Ahhhhhh .......

--grunts.

I'm no longer at my limit.

I can feel my body screaming as I keep pushing myself to be a respectable 'Prime Minister'. Because I'm an ordinary talent, I've always been able to see my limits.

In just a little while, I will no longer be the Prime Minister. There's no doubt about it now.

From now on, my abilities will only diminish. Soon, someone better than me will appear and the Lord who rules will appoint him to be the Prime Minister.

With that future in my mind, I wander around, moaning.

The castle -, wandering and moaning within the castle of Vyasia -.

"--Done, someone ....... Give yourself .......

I want to continue my earlier consultation.

What do I have to do to be a 'Prime Minister'?

I want to discuss this with someone.

But now there is no one I can trust.

Most of my former friends from the orphanage have disappeared from the castle. Except for myself, the only people left are The Lord who rules and Lord Serdra-sama.

However, I can't consult with either of them.

Both of them are too strong. There is no way to understand the troubles of a weak person. In fact, the "Lord who rules" didn't understand me.

That's why I have to search for it.

That's why I'm looking for someone who can understand my weakness.

Someone who is suitable for me to talk to.

-- and I'll get there.

I'll get there.

With the information he had gathered as a 'vizier' until today, it was easy to meet with that being.

It didn't take long for me to invite him in and be alone with him in my own room.

In his own room, he found himself face to face with a small, brown-haired child. The child tells himself, radiating a dignity that is not commensurate with his small stature and appearance.

He tells her the answer to his own counsel, "What do I have to do to continue to be a 'Prime Minister'?

I have a message for you from the apostle Diprakra. He's sorry. I'm sorry for my imprudence, and that's why I'm causing you and your brother so much pain. He apologized several times for his apologies.

The kid bows his head and apologizes on behalf of his colleague.

Yes, a colleague.

This short-haired boy who looks like he could be anywhere is one of the legendary apostles.

He is the third apostle, Master Legacy.

I knew it.

I knew that this apostle was the one who had chosen to become the one who could steal the truth.

It's the Apostle Diprakra that once made my sister the one who stole the reason for the wind, and the boy in front of me also has the authority to do so--

'Dear Apostle Legacie: ....... I want to be just like my sister .......

So I didn't think about it, I just hoped.

I had thought of many terms of exchange before I was greeted, but the moment I faced him, all of that fizzled out.

I was at my limit.

In order to surpass that limit, I wanted the power of 'magic' like in that fairy tale, and I was dying to have it. So I hung on desperately, even to a child who was only half as tall as me.

'Please. I don't want anything else. I will be your slave if I have to. I'll even lick your shoes. I will do anything. I'll do it. You will--!

This is my true beginning.

This is the beginning of the legendary "Prime Minister's Eye" that will be passed down to future generations.

"-- So please, please ....... Please make yourself a 'stealer of reason' too: ......

I wanted the power.

I wanted the right to walk next to the Lord Ruler forever.

"I know what you're going to say, Brother Ayde. You don't need to worry about it. Actually, I already fulfilled my conditions. The world has seen you, and it's accepted you. That's why I'm here.

And the child - Apostle Regacy looked troubled and quickly nodded his head.

However, I continued to plead, as I could no longer easily believe anyone's words anymore. Desperately, I sold myself to this apostle, desperate to not displease him, no matter what.

'Of course I'm ready to give my life!　Do what you want with this body as well. And I am willing to sell my soul to the world. Yes, take it all away!　--I can 'pay' for being 'me'!

I know that there is a price to pay for the contract.

I know that the 'price' is great, and I know that I will lose even myself.

When I tell him that, the apostle looks a little surprised.

'...... quintessential, the last 'stealer of reason'. Unlike the others, you know the story well. ...... Did you do your own research for that sister?　No. I don't care which. You're already paying the price. --What you're about to lose, you just have to let your sister fall in line.

The "price" is set: ......?

Drop it in the same place as your sister: ......?　

No, I don't mind if it's the same as your sister's: ....... I'd rather hope so.

I guess I don't need to explain 'The One Who Steals the Reason', but I'll give you a run for your money. That's my job, apparently.

So, ......, well, can you be ...... yourself?

It can be. It's like the world is losing its enthusiasm for you.

'Oh, ah, ......'

I needed to hear those words.

I felt my cheeks break out as I felt as if my breath, which had stopped for so long, had begun to pass again.

Only, the apostle warns me about it.

'But before you do, listen. Now, we can still turn back. ...... Are you sure you're sure, brother Ayde?　For the record, I don't recommend it. Unlike the other two apostles, I don't give a shit about my job, so I'm going to say it clearly, but 'what steals the reason' is a scam. For the most part, everyone who has become one is unhappy. So far, I'm laughably unhappy by a hundred percent.

But still, please.

I respond immediately.

I know that commandment is right, but I push forward.

Even if you are unhappy, your "self" will be there.

I don't care if I'm unhappy as long as I'm with the Lord who rules. That's all I have in mind.

I'm not going to be able to get to the bottom of it. Still, huh?

The apostle seemed sincerely surprised by this immediate answer, and instantly shrank back and took a step away from himself.

Then he looked at himself dazedly and resumed the conversation from a little distance.

'I have high hopes for you. So let me try (・・・・・・・・・) ...... to see if I can reach even the meanest 'price' ever paid by this Legacy.

Even though it was called the nastiest 'price' ever, I didn't let my mind waver. This is because I had expected that the Apostle Legacy, who is rumored to be inauthentic, would do that much.

However, I'm also surprised that Apostle Legacy doesn't seem as evil as the rumors suggest.

If you look closely, you can feel that he is directing a favorable gaze at you. It looks like he's beginning to admire the 'one who steals reason' despite being an 'apostle' in a one-upper position.

However, that look of longing quickly disappears and returns to the expression of a serious businessman.

I respond to it seriously myself.

'I will not let myself be bent by my earlier words, Apostle.

All right, Mr. Ayde. I'm going to make you a logic thief. From now on, you will be the one who steals the logic of the tree, chosen by Apostle Legacey. So, first we need to crush that heart...

-- and thus, on that day, I killed myself (・・・・・・・).

I crushed my own heart.

The 'contract' was fulfilled.

It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.

This was the beginning of the "One who steals the logic of the tree" aide and the end of a brother aide.

And from that moment on, I completely lost an important time (treasure), and at the same time, I forgot an important promise.

The 'Test of the Apostles' which all the 'Stealers of Reason' would go through, I was also dropped into the 'Test of the Apostles'.

But it's not just me who is there, there is also the Lord who rules.

With that alone, I had no fear or anxiety.

This is the beginning of Prime Minister Aide's story.

The beginning, it should be--

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