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Sinner King Theon Saul Sankland was a man of enemies.
Many adversaries occasionally show up or use their mouths to scold and attack Theon.
Even so, there was only one thing that could not be denied.
It means that Theon made a very fair and private trial.
They said this to each other.
"There can be no doubt that His Majesty King Zion, the Quitter, is just. After all, he executed his blood-connected brother when he saw guilt, and executed his servant, who grew up like his brother, and relied on his heart and soul. Well, I would never say that's a good thing."
and.
On that day, an old nobleman visited the king's office.
Theon quietly raised his gaze to announce his visit. And standing there was a familiar face.
Uncle Lampron. It's been a long time. "
Uncle Lampron returned a nervous smile to Theon's quiet voice.
"It's been a long time, Your Grace."
Uncle Lampron, who used to be head of the Rank Land Conservative aristocracy and also served as Eshar's educator, has left the front line a while ago.
The hegemonic style that comes with it also lingers, and now there is only a gentle atmosphere of grandfather preference. During such a mid-retired noble visit, Theon leans small and leans his neck.
"And this time, how did it go? I'd still like to warm up my old relationship, but I still have a case of rebellion to clean up. I can't take it very slowly...."
Just ten days ago, there was a rebellion in a part of Sankland.
Aristocrats rebellious against Theon's fierce rule planned a massive rebellion under the flag of Second Prince Eshar.
But the opponent was bad. It was the genius Theon Saul Sankland that they tried to pull the bow.
Seeing signs of rebellion, Theon immediately led his troops and wiped out the masterminds.
Currently, all the junkies are locked up in dungeons. And there was also Sion's brother, Eshar.
"That's exactly what I want to talk to you about. Your Majesty."
After humbly lowering his head, Rampron stares straight into Cyon's eyes.
"May you reconsider the execution of His Highness Eshar... I'm sure Eshar was also tasked with turning his back on those masters."
"I don't know... Ever since, Eschar has noticed something inferior to me. It's no wonder the rebel masterminds instigated me and thought it would be an opportunity to defeat me."
"But...."
"Either way, there was useless confusion in the country, and the people bled. We must make them pay for it."
"Is this your bloody brother? That....."
"Even if he's my younger brother... no, because he's my younger brother, I can't take it lightly."
The condemned king shall cut off his words and cast them away.
"Uncle Lampron, can't you see that? Don't you know even your lord, who has continued to insist on the just rule of King St. Clandestine? I am the king."
As a person with enormous power, we cannot afford to pass judgement privately. Whoever commits a crime worthy of execution shall be redeemed with his life.
That's what fairness is.
"Thank you so much... I can't help it."
So Uncle Lampron left the scene.
The incident happened that night.
Several people tried to rescue Eshar, who had been captured in prison.
Theon had no particular emotion that the mastermind was Uncle Lampron. He is Eshar's foster care clerk in childhood. She seems to have been close to Eschar since then, and her feelings may be boiling.
I was wondering if there was room for discretion... but I couldn't hide my surprise in the news that followed.
Among the killers was Keithwood, who was counting on him.
At dawn, the next day, Theon visited Keithwood, where he was being held.
When he saw his dirty friend in the dungeon, Theon glanced slightly. His face, which bit his lips, looked like it was a moment when he could wait to cry.... At the next moment, it had already turned into a strict one.
Keithwood, you did something stupid.
The words are mild, but cold everywhere.
"Yeah, I guess so... I couldn't stop you."
Keithwood, smiling tirelessly, shrugged his shoulders to deceive the carelessness.
"I'm sorry... I always wanted you to support me as my right arm. Why did you do this...?
"Don't you see? That's it....."
"I don't know. The righteousness of the king will stand by the kingdom. Eshar must be executed. Otherwise, justice cannot be maintained."
He had to be right. As a just and just existence.
"Otherwise...."
There was a snug sight in his head.
It's a world dyed red.
A red truncated table illuminated by the sunset.
The voice of people's grievances. The figure of the princess who took it all on herself and lost her neck.
She was the only one who dropped her neck.
She had to die. You were right to execute her.
In order for its correctness to be unshaken, Theon himself had to remain correct.
Theon shook his head small.
"Sion, please, spare me my execution, only Lord Eshar's life....."
Theon frowned at Keithwood who complained.
"Why? Except you didn't have that connection to Eschar."
"If you kill His Highness Eshar and kill his real brother, you really...."
"Keithwood, I am the king." We need to fix this Sankland right. That's why we can't just execute Eshar. And.... "
A little silence, then Theon said.
"Farewell. Keithwood, thank you for supporting me."
Theon became the "King of Ideas."
It became such a thing that it erased all emotions and continued to make only the right and just decisions. Their appearance, as if they had lost their humanity, was frightened and feared by the people.
He was lonely all his life.
Humans need a sidekick, but not a king. The King of Justice is not allowed to have such a person... yes, just say so.
It's the germination of tragedy seeds. One of its shapes.
The tragic fruit will change shape and eventually germinate, as long as the species remains in the Royal Family of Saint Crown.
Only one of us, Princess Ponzi, can remove such a seed!
Now Meer and her allies are challenging the seeds of tragedy that the Royal Family of Saint Krand contains!
"... hmm, this dress... I wonder if my stomach feels a little tight? Didn't I take the wrong measurements...?
............ are you okay?
"That's weird. I just remade it the other day... hah, I see. You've shrunk a little in this climate, haven't you? That seems to be the case....."
............... are you sure you're okay?
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Sinner King Theon Saul Sankland was a man of enemies.
Many adversaries occasionally show up or use their mouths to scold and attack Theon.
Even so, there was only one thing that could not be denied.
It means that Theon made a very fair and private trial.
They said this to each other.
"There can be no doubt that His Majesty King Zion, the Quitter, is just. After all, he executed his blood-connected brother when he saw guilt, and executed his servant, who grew up like his brother, and relied on his heart and soul. Well, I would never say that's a good thing."
and.
On that day, an old nobleman visited the king's office.
Theon quietly raised his gaze to announce his visit. And standing there was a familiar face.
Uncle Lampron. It's been a long time. "
Uncle Lampron returned a nervous smile to Theon's quiet voice.
"It's been a long time, Your Grace."
Uncle Lampron, who used to be head of the Rank Land Conservative aristocracy and also served as Eshar's educator, has left the front line a while ago.
The hegemonic style that comes with it also lingers, and now there is only a gentle atmosphere of grandfather preference. During such a mid-retired noble visit, Theon leans small and leans his neck.
"And this time, how did it go? I'd still like to warm up my old relationship, but I still have a case of rebellion to clean up. I can't take it very slowly...."
Just ten days ago, there was a rebellion in a part of Sankland.
Aristocrats rebellious against Theon's fierce rule planned a massive rebellion under the flag of Second Prince Eshar.
But the opponent was bad. It was the genius Theon Saul Sankland that they tried to pull the bow.
Seeing signs of rebellion, Theon immediately led his troops and wiped out the masterminds.
Currently, all the junkies are locked up in dungeons. And there was also Sion's brother, Eshar.
"That's exactly what I want to talk to you about. Your Majesty."
After humbly lowering his head, Rampron stares straight into Cyon's eyes.
"May you reconsider the execution of His Highness Eshar... I'm sure Eshar was also tasked with turning his back on those masters."
"I don't know... Ever since, Eschar has noticed something inferior to me. It's no wonder the rebel masterminds instigated me and thought it would be an opportunity to defeat me."
"But...."
"Either way, there was useless confusion in the country, and the people bled. We must make them pay for it."
"Is this your bloody brother? That....."
"Even if he's my younger brother... no, because he's my younger brother, I can't take it lightly."
The condemned king shall cut off his words and cast them away.
"Uncle Lampron, can't you see that? Don't you know even your lord, who has continued to insist on the just rule of King St. Clandestine? I am the king."
As a person with enormous power, we cannot afford to pass judgement privately. Whoever commits a crime worthy of execution shall be redeemed with his life.
That's what fairness is.
"Thank you so much... I can't help it."
So Uncle Lampron left the scene.
The incident happened that night.
Several people tried to rescue Eshar, who had been captured in prison.
Theon had no particular emotion that the mastermind was Uncle Lampron. He is Eshar's foster care clerk in childhood. She seems to have been close to Eschar since then, and her feelings may be boiling.
I was wondering if there was room for discretion... but I couldn't hide my surprise in the news that followed.
Among the killers was Keithwood, who was counting on him.
At dawn, the next day, Theon visited Keithwood, where he was being held.
When he saw his dirty friend in the dungeon, Theon glanced slightly. His face, which bit his lips, looked like it was a moment when he could wait to cry.... At the next moment, it had already turned into a strict one.
Keithwood, you did something stupid.
The words are mild, but cold everywhere.
"Yeah, I guess so... I couldn't stop you."
Keithwood, smiling tirelessly, shrugged his shoulders to deceive the carelessness.
"I'm sorry... I always wanted you to support me as my right arm. Why did you do this...?
"Don't you see? That's it....."
"I don't know. The righteousness of the king will stand by the kingdom. Eshar must be executed. Otherwise, justice cannot be maintained."
He had to be right. As a just and just existence.
"Otherwise...."
There was a snug sight in his head.
It's a world dyed red.
A red truncated table illuminated by the sunset.
The voice of people's grievances. The figure of the princess who took it all on herself and lost her neck.
She was the only one who dropped her neck.
She had to die. You were right to execute her.
In order for its correctness to be unshaken, Theon himself had to remain correct.
Theon shook his head small.
"Sion, please, spare me my execution, only Lord Eshar's life....."
Theon frowned at Keithwood who complained.
"Why? Except you didn't have that connection to Eschar."
"If you kill His Highness Eshar and kill his real brother, you really...."
"Keithwood, I am the king." We need to fix this Sankland right. That's why we can't just execute Eshar. And.... "
A little silence, then Theon said.
"Farewell. Keithwood, thank you for supporting me."
Theon became the "King of Ideas."
It became such a thing that it erased all emotions and continued to make only the right and just decisions. Their appearance, as if they had lost their humanity, was frightened and feared by the people.
He was lonely all his life.
Humans need a sidekick, but not a king. The King of Justice is not allowed to have such a person... yes, just say so.
It's the germination of tragedy seeds. One of its shapes.
The tragic fruit will change shape and eventually germinate, as long as the species remains in the Royal Family of Saint Crown.
Only one of us, Princess Ponzi, can remove such a seed!
Now Meer and her allies are challenging the seeds of tragedy that the Royal Family of Saint Krand contains!
"... hmm, this dress... I wonder if my stomach feels a little tight? Didn't I take the wrong measurements...?
............ are you okay?
"That's weird. I just remade it the other day... hah, I see. You've shrunk a little in this climate, haven't you? That seems to be the case....."
............... are you sure you're okay?
Sinner King Theon Saul Sankland was a man of enemies.Many adversaries occasionally show up or use their mouths to scold and attack Theon.Even so, there was only one thing that could not be denied.It means that Theon made a very fair and private trial.They said this to each other."There can be no doubt that His Majesty King Zion, the Quitter, is just. After all, he executed his blood-connected brother when he saw guilt, and executed his servant, who grew up like his brother, and relied on his heart and soul. Well, I would never say that's a good thing."and.On that day, an old nobleman visited the king's office.Theon quietly raised his gaze to announce his visit. And standing there was a familiar face.Uncle Lampron. It's been a long time. "Uncle Lampron returned a nervous smile to Theon's quiet voice."It's been a long time, Your Grace."Uncle Lampron, who used to be head of the Rank Land Conservative aristocracy and also served as Eshar's educator, has left the front line a while ago.The hegemonic style that comes with it also lingers, and now there is only a gentle atmosphere of grandfather preference. During such a mid-retired noble visit, Theon leans small and leans his neck."And this time, how did it go? I'd still like to warm up my old relationship, but I still have a case of rebellion to clean up. I can't take it very slowly...."Just ten days ago, there was a rebellion in a part of Sankland.Aristocrats rebellious against Theon's fierce rule planned a massive rebellion under the flag of Second Prince Eshar.But the opponent was bad. It was the genius Theon Saul Sankland that they tried to pull the bow.Seeing signs of rebellion, Theon immediately led his troops and wiped out the masterminds.Currently, all the junkies are locked up in dungeons. And there was also Sion's brother, Eshar."That's exactly what I want to talk to you about. Your Majesty."After humbly lowering his head, Rampron stares straight into Cyon's eyes."May you reconsider the execution of His Highness Eshar... I'm sure Eshar was also tasked with turning his back on those masters.""I don't know... Ever since, Eschar has noticed something inferior to me. It's no wonder the rebel masterminds instigated me and thought it would be an opportunity to defeat me.""But....""Either way, there was useless confusion in the country, and the people bled. We must make them pay for it.""Is this your bloody brother? That.....""Even if he's my younger brother... no, because he's my younger brother, I can't take it lightly."The condemned king shall cut off his words and cast them away."Uncle Lampron, can't you see that? Don't you know even your lord, who has continued to insist on the just rule of King St. Clandestine? I am the king."As a person with enormous power, we cannot afford to pass judgement privately. Whoever commits a crime worthy of execution shall be redeemed with his life.That's what fairness is."Thank you so much... I can't help it."So Uncle Lampron left the scene.The incident happened that night.Several people tried to rescue Eshar, who had been captured in prison.Theon had no particular emotion that the mastermind was Uncle Lampron. He is Eshar's foster care clerk in childhood. She seems to have been close to Eschar since then, and her feelings may be boiling.I was wondering if there was room for discretion... but I couldn't hide my surprise in the news that followed.Among the killers was Keithwood, who was counting on him.At dawn, the next day, Theon visited Keithwood, where he was being held.When he saw his dirty friend in the dungeon, Theon glanced slightly. His face, which bit his lips, looked like it was a moment when he could wait to cry.... At the next moment, it had already turned into a strict one.Keithwood, you did something stupid.The words are mild, but cold everywhere."Yeah, I guess so... I couldn't stop you."Keithwood, smiling tirelessly, shrugged his shoulders to deceive the carelessness."I'm sorry... I always wanted you to support me as my right arm. Why did you do this...? "Don't you see? That's it.....""I don't know. The righteousness of the king will stand by the kingdom. Eshar must be executed. Otherwise, justice cannot be maintained."He had to be right. As a just and just existence."Otherwise...."There was a snug sight in his head.It's a world dyed red.A red truncated table illuminated by the sunset.The voice of people's grievances. The figure of the princess who took it all on herself and lost her neck.She was the only one who dropped her neck.She had to die. You were right to execute her.In order for its correctness to be unshaken, Theon himself had to remain correct.Theon shook his head small."Sion, please, spare me my execution, only Lord Eshar's life....."Theon frowned at Keithwood who complained."Why? Except you didn't have that connection to Eschar.""If you kill His Highness Eshar and kill his real brother, you really....""Keithwood, I am the king." We need to fix this Sankland right. That's why we can't just execute Eshar. And.... "A little silence, then Theon said."Farewell. Keithwood, thank you for supporting me."Theon became the "King of Ideas."It became such a thing that it erased all emotions and continued to make only the right and just decisions. Their appearance, as if they had lost their humanity, was frightened and feared by the people.He was lonely all his life.Humans need a sidekick, but not a king. The King of Justice is not allowed to have such a person... yes, just say so.It's the germination of tragedy seeds. One of its shapes.The tragic fruit will change shape and eventually germinate, as long as the species remains in the Royal Family of Saint Crown.Only one of us, Princess Ponzi, can remove such a seed!Now Meer and her allies are challenging the seeds of tragedy that the Royal Family of Saint Krand contains!"... hmm, this dress... I wonder if my stomach feels a little tight? Didn't I take the wrong measurements...? ............ are you okay?"That's weird. I just remade it the other day... hah, I see. You've shrunk a little in this climate, haven't you? That seems to be the case....."............... are you sure you're okay?
