Common Sense of a Warrior

Hey, Gazelle.

"Long time no see, Romel"

When Romel, who was here frequently, stopped showing up at the Marquis Anderson house and began to wonder what was going on.

Suddenly, Romel appeared at the Marquis Anderson house.

Anxiety as if they were coming day after day and words and deeds that are not as aristocratic as ever...... that's easier and better for Non.

Nevertheless, it makes me laugh bitterly.

Because it had been a long time since Non had been home except at night.

Being here at a pinpoint at this time of the day would mean that I was perfectly aware of my plans and predicted my actions.

I tend to get eyes on Romel's mild words and behavior... but when I think about it again, I feel something thin about his surroundings.

"Just fine, I had some business for you, too."

I told Romel sitting in the chair in front of me, that's what I said.

"... the backdrop to that kidnapping and Parks being attacked, right?

"Yes."

I thought inside that boulder...... but I never say it.

Now.

"Both, the roots are the same. I'm sorry about Parks. For once, we caught the mercenaries moving a little flashy... well, we can't control them who aren't criminals for no good reason."

"No, that's good. I didn't take care of that because I had information from you first. Besides, I know why you say that. I want to ask, not..."

"It's the backdrop to the two cases, isn't it?

"That's right. It's vague, but I don't have a bad feeling about it... or it doesn't feel weird. I don't know."

"... you look like a wild beast."

The look on Romel's face, who said so, was purely a tribute to Noh.

"But I have a good idea.... Right. Both have the same roots, as you expected."

"What the hell is going on in this country?

"Come on, it's not on a national basis. Things are happening around Marquis Anderson territory. Well, that means you're in the middle of a vortex."

"What are you talking about...?

Ask Romel what he said.

"The victims of the serial kidnapping must be daughters as old as your daughter, right? It also occurred after your daughter came to Wang Du."

"... that it was aimed at my daughter?

"That's what the ultimate purpose will be. Well, it was camouflage and provocation that targeted kids the same age."

Romel, who said so, was distorting his mouth as if to mock him.

"Who the hell is that? Who manipulates yarn in the back?"

"Oh... Count Rumel's been captured. I mean, you caught him, didn't you? That would have solved the kidnapping, wouldn't it?

"Oh, my God, you can't possibly work like that."

The words of Romel are utterly disconnected.

Romel has no objection to it and remains silent.

Receive it as affirmation.

"Can I finish my errands before I answer the question?

As heavy silence flows, Romel suddenly changes the subject.

"I'll answer your question properly. There's something I really need to know before I do."

"Oh, oh... okay. So, what's your business today...? Or you look tired now."

"I didn't expect you to see through... Sure, I think I'm tired of it. It's rarer for you to be in the mansion during the day than that. What are you doing, man?

"A little bit about territory. I usually leave it to you, but sometimes I do."

"Whoa... Though the general position is busy, you can't if the lord has scorned the territory. Especially from you, I can take quality ore, etc. I guess I'll have to manage the neighborhood."

The Marquis Anderson family is a house that has flourished in martial arts since its founding.

Originally, there are many mountains of ore that can be taken in the territory ruled by the Marquis Anderson family.

Among them, iron ore is famous.

Iron ore taken in the territory is made of iron and used as a weapon… Such an environment is one of the reasons why many people have long studied martial arts in the territory compared to other territories.

"That being said, Noon was a man who didn't originally plan to be a lord, was he? It's about management, it's championship."

"Is it only on the battlefield?"... Damn, you're right to come. Hey, Gazelle. I think I trust you a lot. "

"Oh, my God, to the stick. Such a little embarrassment, I can't believe I said it in the face."

"... good, listen. So I dared come directly to you before I let anyone in my hand look into it. Hey, Gazelle. Can you show me the materials from the mines here these days?

With a serious voice, Romel asks Non.

Its contents would be immediately rejected by ordinary nobles.

Anyway, it's like you're telling me to disclose my property.

Besides, to a man who is the prime minister of this country.

"Good.... Here."

However... I give Romel the paperwork to say that it is not a problem for Non.

On the contrary, Romel was so surprised for a moment.

"What do you mean, it's necessary? Well, I trust you. Not the prime minister, but yourself. Besides, Noon doesn't like to use his head... if you look at it, you'll see something."

"... Damn. Then don't hesitate."

Romel squirms at the stick in the blindfold, receiving and deciphering the material.

Its speed is more than double that of Non.

I was reading it as fast as if to check the number of pieces of material in a piecemeal fashion.

"Hey, Gazelle. When was the last time you went to the mine to inspect?

"About a month ago? Just had some business going to the territory."

"And before that?

"... come on? I do it regularly."

"So, has the mine changed anything from before?

"I didn't realize that."

"... well, yeah. Uh... I have a bad feeling about that."

"... what happened?

"Iron Ore, you're choking me up."

"... how do you know?

"I don't care how you figure it out... if you look at this material against the price changes in your area over here, against the wages of your business associates, then so be it. This should be followed by a blacksmith. Take the back to the commercial guild as soon as possible"

"Who the hell is for what...?

"It's the same guy I was telling you about. That's the mastermind you're after."

"... hey Romel. Come on, can you tell me? The identity of the mastermind."

Giroli, gazelle stares at Romel.

"Oh, I'll teach you. But after following the footsteps of this iron ore..."

"Why...!?

'Cause that's what you do.

"... what do you mean?

"At first, I just let you know and I thought I'd end it. Instead, the truth is... I just suspected you were conspiring."

Don, knock Romel against the wall.

"Non said he dared drive Merrida to death... you thought so!

"Oh, yes, I am."

Though Romel affirms, distorting his face to pain.

"You... Huh!

Gilli, strengthened his power to grab Romel's chest barn as he bit his lips.

"I said... right? There are many royal nobles hiding their plots beneath their thick skins...! I can't believe I'm using it under 50 grand just to make it look like it's my favorite, my favorite."

"More than that, don't insult Non's thoughts on Merrida......!

"I already know that! So much so that you're not!

Romel screamed.

Hearing the words, I only loosened my hand a little.

"... that's all I was with you. Soon the idea disappeared. Now... I trust you too, just as you trust me"

"Then... say it! Who the hell drove Merrida to death?

It was a sad, screaming.

The first time I've seen that since Romel started dealing with him.

"Don't you get it yet!? Someone so close to you that I suspect you're conspiring at first! I couldn't even tell you after I trusted you, dear to you, such a guy! And there's someone like that who can flaunt this iron ore...!

"... mama, or..."

To Romel's cry, groan.

At the same time, Romel was finally freed from the nun after losing his strength from his body.

Romel crouches on the spot.

"More than that, you don't have to say. You're right about that."

He walked flirtatiously wandering, and sat down in a chair.

And hold your head so you can squat on the spot.

Romel was staring painfully at him like that.

There was a heavy silence in the room.

Neither of us will open our mouths.

I'm trembling unconsciously at that fact, which is too big to hold.

"... from the mouth of the Lord, say it. Non believes in the word of the Lord..."

Eventually, in that heavy silence, such words were uttered from the mouth of Noah.

At the same time, Romel exhales.

"The one who robbed a burglar and calculated to kill your beloved wife. The one who was behind the attack on your daughter and son. And the guy who's crossing the iron ore and trying to start a revolt. It's your brother."

To Romel's words, Non wept.