Chapter 156: Punishment
"Ah."
"Geh!"
A few days later
As soon as I returned to the capital, I was summoned to His Majesty's office.
And in front of the door
"Why do you react so disgustedly, Prince?"
"I'm not reacting disgustedly."
I run into Prince Giran
"You two are here. Come in."
His Majesty was at the door
"Sit there for now."
Not a king's way.
In other words, is it a personal matter?
"I have received a detailed report. It was a close call, but well done."
""Thank you""
For some reason, my reply coincides with Prince Giran's.
"Have you heard anything about the bandit vanguard?"
"Only that they are a mixed people of forestmen and humans."
"Haa... Yukikaze-dono is overprotective."
Is that so?
My mother is quite strict when it comes to researching, but
“Well, that's something you don't want to tell someone who's just come of age…”
"Father. Please explain."
“…How do you think those vanguard increased?”
“That's… by raping a forestmen woman?”
"Then where do you think the forestmen woman came from?"
According to the stories I learned from Mother.
Forestmen's country is far south of here
Before the collapse of the continent.
It was cut off from the center.
The seas are so rough that ships are being smashed to pieces, and it's impossible for them to get here.
"The correct answer is that there was a settlement deep in the forest that no one knew about."
"There is...?"
"I heard that when we tortured a few people, they spat up everything. They were on the run from the synthetic dragon, Dranmeira when they stumbled upon it deep in the forest and were rescued."
“Did they repay their kindness with enmity!?”
"That's right. All the men were killed, and the women continued to give birth until they died. As a result, the forestmen may have disappeared from this country."
It can be said that the loss of forestmen from the country is a painful loss.
They say they are a tribe that hears the voice of iron.
The iron made by forestmen is said to be rust-resistant, impact-resistant, and tenacious.
"But... no disrespect to them, but there has been a harvest."
"Harvest?"
“We found a number of iron materials, tools, memos and blueprints from the devastated village. We decided to have them studied by the most knowledgeable person in the country in the field of iron manufacturing."
"Who is it?"
The prince doesn't seem to know
I know her
She comes to us often to visit.
"The wife of Count Bardonacia. Giran, it's your grandmother."
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A few days later
"So, why are you following me?"
A carriage on its way to the Frontier Count's territory.
Etwald and I took turns as drivers.
Prince Giran, who was entrusted with a set of goods
And...
"Even if you say so, the queen has asked me to escort the prince, you know?"
Corus, who no longer cares about her scars.
"I was told not to let the other nobles know about it, and here we are. It's the worst."
Why does this prince hate me?
"Did I do something to the prince? I don't remember."
Rather, I think I'm the one who was talked down by the prince
I haven't forgotten how he called me a person who is benefitting from the fame or influence of my parent.
"Well, relax. I have a bigger story than that, are you interested?"
"""I'm not interested!"""
"It's the ending of a bandit who was lucky enough to be caught without dying."
You never listen, Corus.
"They say it's the third most severe punishment in the history of the kingdom."
"Huh? Now I'm interested."
Etwald was drawn to it.
"The name of the punishment is [Throat roasting], immersed in water for five days, immediately afterwards dragged to the border, and later released."
"That's a long time."
Is it a question of length or something else?
Isn't that a pretty harsh punishment?
"It's practically a death sentence."
Etwald seems to have understood immediately
"Hmm, why? If you're lucky, you can survive, right?"
No, I think most people will die if they are dragged all the way to the border.
"Have you ever taken a long bath, Prince?"
"Well, when I was a kid, I cried because my fingers were squishy so I was frightened... Cough*! No, it's not like that."
"If you soak for five days straight, you'll get it all over your body for sure."
"What will happen?"
"First of all, the skin gets too soft, and then it tears in all sorts of places."
"Eh!"
"In that condition, you'd be dragged over by a horse while you're on the ground..."
"No, that's enough. I don't want to hear it anymore. Say no more!"
I think this prince was pretty mentally weak
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