"I don't know why you're dreaming about chasing Odette to kill her, but..."
Shoot. The waves of the crashing night sea crashed over Sion's waist, creating foam.
Shion spoke as casually as he could.
"You'd better be old and not in the sea, Alfredo. Isn't it time for bones?"
But it wasn't worth the performance, and old Alfredo's eyes turned red.
"Your Excellency. Please..."
The butler was so upset that he couldn't finish speaking.
Alfredo sensed what he wanted to say next, but Sion turned away as if he hadn't noticed.
Alfredo, who had kept his mouth shut as he stepped out of the sea, twisting his wet white shirt and squeezing the seawater, blurted out.
"Your Excellency needs a break."
"I just rested, didn't I? I came to the sea and got some fresh air."
"You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Please stop doing everything you are doing. Please forgive me the loyalty of the old butler..."
"That's not good."
Sion's voice was stern enough to cut off Alfredo's tone.
"Your Excellency is not discerning right now."
But Alfredo didn't seem to be backing down either.
"Get your hands off all your work. Maybe a few weeks, maybe a few days-"
Alfredo served as Kleist's butler for many years. So did his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather.
The Kleist family was a family that issued many outlandish orders.
Not only despicable and cowardly orders, but also orders that would lead to terrible disasters. Even if he gave the order to die, Alfredo would gladly comply.
The fact that such a loyal Alfredo would go so far as to say that means that Sion's situation is a mess.
"I definitely said no."
It means that you're making a stupid decision that you would never have made two years ago, which would hurt Sion.
Sion was making laws to improve the treatment of the Purifiers.
The continent's military power, including Barceha, has developed around the 'Transcendent', a human weapon. In the process, it was essential to reduce the level of contamination.
Odette was reviled for refusing to purify even though she enjoyed all the privileges, but the purifier has been criticized for refusing to perform the official purges requested by the military or the Imperial palace, regardless of the privileges.
Compared to the work of protecting the country and humanity, do you insist on something as trivial as the free will of the Purifier?
Even if the ostensible law itself exists to protect the Purifier.
The accusations were harsher if the Purifter was of a lower rank or status.
But Sion was making laws that any legitimate request for purification could be rejected by the Purifier.
No matter how much the Imperial Palace or the military needs it, the 'Amendment to the Purifier Protection Law' makes it impossible to force the Purifier to perform unwanted purification.
As much as the military power of the Empire had relied on the Transcendent, the backlash was enormous.
Nevertheless, the reason why such an unconventional law was able to be passed was because Sion threw away all pretense and made and enforced the law to the point of tyranny.
Willing to wield the members of the Council of the Common People who were holding the strings of money, and to take advantage of the weaknesses of the members of the House of Nobles, and to give in lightly.
As a result, public opinion of the Marquis de Kleist among the nobility deteriorated to the worst... Sion didn't care in the slightest.
"Whether it's a plebeian association or a noble society. Do you know that you are criticizing, Your Excellency? Your Excellency is overturning the law for the sake of one dead lady..."
"The Kleist family doesn't have to follow the law. To me, the law is made and wielded."
"Then at least get the hang of it! Why? Isn't that what you do best?"
Alfredo even called him by his old name as if he were overcome with emotion.
He doesn't dare to offend the commoners, and he gets along well with the nobility. Always put a good cause on everything you do, and put others ahead of you rather than coming to the fore.
It was Sion's specialty to pretend to be a good ruler in the sun.
Alfredo never showed his feelings to his master in his life. Therefore, Sion is also the first Alfredo to be seen in his life.
Still, Shion looked at the old man's face very indifferently.
"What's wrong with you? Muppet... Isn't it Kleist? Don't you know how much wealth, reputation, and power have been built up over years and generations?!"
"Will you go back to the Marquis to protest? Isn't the beach too romantic a place to argue with the old butler? It's embarrassing."
Sion smiled and said, and Alfredo looked like he was going to die.
But Alfredo couldn't continue his reprimand.
"It's painful and lonely to have your reputation ruined. That's why you should sympathize with me. A man with so much money and so much power."
It was because Sion's expression was tired as he replied in a low voice.
"I mean, how hard it must have been for a girl who didn't have anything. So many people are speaking ill of her."
Alfredo thought Sion was crumbling.
"I thought she and I were like comrades in revenge. It's ridiculous to look at it now. She was alone the whole time."
The glorious days seemingly devoid of weakness were only a moment, and he was left with nothing but weakness.
"I had it all. Revenge was so easy to do. But she didn't have anything in her hand, did she?"
An S-Class Transcendent, the head of the Intelligence Department, the head of the Kleist family, and a disgusting amount of money.
Even though he still had everything in his hands, Sion looked so fragile in the butler's eyes.
And that was not supposed to happen to the Kleist family.
"If this happens, I will have no choice but to leave Kleist."
Alfredo said coldly.
'Right.'
He said.
Kleist is also very strict with his employees. Never follow a boss who isn't perfect. It's a family that teaches you to kill worthless humans, even if they're your parents.
Sion did not respond to Alfredo's words and climbed into the carriage. He sat in the carriage and looked out the window as he returned.
That was then. He heard a sound coming from the other side of the wagon.
"Sion."
How can this volce? He turned white and looked forward to see Odette sitting in the chair across from him.
Odette, who had only seen in his dreams, had a messy, short hair. She sat across from the carriage, clothed in rags.
"Albrecht?"
Sion asked, his voice trembling.
Rather than his astonishment that Odette couldn't be in this carriage, his excitement for Odette in front of him was greater.
In her dream, Odette turned to Sion and asked:
"Am I caught?"
"Are you feeling well? How could you get here..."
"Answer me, Sion. Can't I run away now?"
Her question sparked a sense of urgency. Sion's body stiffened. He realized that he had been asked this question by Odette before.
"I wanted to be loved."
A whisper like a testament.
"Throw my body in the desert. I don't want to be hated until I die. You don't want to grab my corpse anyway."
At the time, he thought it was just sleeping. Strangely, there was a connection with Sion's dream of running over the Erwin Desert.
'Could this be a coincidence?
That's what he was thinking.
Suddenly, the carriage door opened, and Odette ran out of the carriage.
"Odette!"
The wagon is running, and what if she gets hurt?
Sion was taken aback, and he followed Odette out of the carriage.
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