Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

It was Geisel's former subordinates who were gathered in the magnificent conference room.

The Grand Duke, the Duke's house, the Borderline uncles… the famous marquises now stared at the remains of the doors destroyed by Geisel, with a dismaying look on their face. Geisel glances indoors and opens his mouth extremely calmly.

"You must be commanders. What are you doing in this cage?"

"Ga, Geisel, Your Majesty..."

"Chi, no, - this one is no longer king! Which side is down and back now..."

"I'll give it to whoever I want, such as the king's name. But now, not in that case!

Apparently, the intentions of the Horsemen were not a single rock either, and some floated an obvious relief when they saw Geisel. But there is more critical gaze on Geisel, and Zizzy observes them carefully.

"The enemy is right there! You're going to kill all the dogs in this country!

"But..."

Eventually the person in the deepest part of the round table stood up.

"Restless, Master Geisel"

"- Luxen"

"With us, I wasn't holding my hand in pranks. We have already issued reinforcements directives to our countries. If you can stand it a little more..."

"You think this castle will hold until then, you idiot"

……

"Let me assure you. By the time I got back to Versia, I hadn't seen a single army. There's no reinforcements here."

The subordinates start making noise as soon as possible. Finally, Tsitsy concentrated her consciousness.

"Hey, how could that be ⁉"

"Give me the order again! Right now!

"It's no use, no reinforcements will come where you've been"

"⁉ What the hell is that..."

"Because this battle was orchestrated from the beginning, - here I am, by insiders"

Now, Zizzy closed her eyes.

Think of a plant twat stretching out of your feet in the dark. Explore the hearts of all the human beings in this room - little by little the emotions of their subordinates fall over the consciousness of Zizzy, stretched endlessly.

Dark light. Scary light. Doubtful light.

But I guess there were still too many targets. It is pointless to move a hand or foot because it is different from the 'receiving heart' that hears a particular one voice.

(- What do we do, we have to find it somehow)

Shortly before coming here, Zizzy asked Geisel to do something really simple. After Geisel made the accusation, just a little bit, give yourself some time -.

Because I thought that receiving direct pointers should result in some sort of anomaly in the voice of the insider's mind.

(If the traitor were to show upset, only now...... but......)

But it was harder to read the minds of multiple people than Zizzy thought. It may be natural in a way because it is a force that I was hesitant to use because I would not like the other person originally. I went ahead and tried to use it myself about Henri's shipwreck.

(... yes!

Tsitsy remembered there was a fuss.

(Please, - help me)

Zizzy felt like praying and grabbed Geisel's sleeve softly standing in front. Geisel showed surprise only for a moment, but he didn't say anything, and he gently shielded Zitzie's actions from his subordinates to death.

In the meantime, the subordinates began to make noise by changing the color of their eyes to what Geisel had said.

"Hey, he said he was an inside man! Who the hell is that?

"The confidentiality of the defense equipment was known to Yenzier. I'm sure it's one of your lords."

"Wow, I'm not!

"Oh, me too!

The voices that are actually uttered are also loud, and the breadth of emotions is starting to shake. While Zizie realizes that she is more receptive than she was earlier, she can hardly grasp the definitive proof left.

(My voice sounds cancer,... my head is going to crack...!

He stabbed her not on the inside of Zitzie because she was more forthright in her mind's disclosure than in the words she uttered.

In the feeling of being thrown into the middle of an orchestra playing at high volume, Zizzy desperately continues to explore the feelings of insiders with her hands on her forehead in an attempt to relieve her headache.

From the back of his stomach the nausea was creeping up and the twitching and sweat was gushing out of his whole body.

Then Geisel shook off the sleeve that Zizzy was grabbing on the lid.

――

Naturally, the voice of the mind scratches off and temporarily stops the noise in the brain perfectly. But now Geisel held Zitzie's hand in a hurry, saying that he could not find an insider.

(... eh,)

Connected to explore It was a shellfish connection that combined each other's fingers, unlike when usually riding a horse or handing over luggage. Geisel's long fingers intertwine with Zizzy's and convey the heat of his palms straight away.

(Yeah, you know, sire)

Tsitsy flutters with desperate shapes in the way her close lovers grip each other. Then the voice of the anxious Geisel's heart poured in from where it was connected.

- Are you okay?

Tsitsy looked up as if she had been played.

Geisel's eyes, which intimidate his subordinates, still stare straight at them. On the other hand, you must have realized that Zizzy was suffering from something. Even in this situation, he's trying to protect himself. Zizzy's breasts got hot for that tenderness.

Geisel can put a lot of effort into Zizzy's hands, as he asks. With his strongest allies, Zizie meditated his eyes again, concentrating his consciousness on the whole room.

Imagine plants crawling around white in the dark growing on one side of the floor or wall. Everything. Mind.

All over the place, white flowers, open.

(... I understand)

Because of its close contact with Geisel, the precision of the reception is further increased. There is pain like the blood vessels in your head beating so hard, but it would be like a price for this force.

Out of people's mouths, accusations, libels - accompanied by feelings of surprise and anger. Only one of the upset, the frightened, and the voices of all hearts had a disproportionate thought on this occasion.

Pleasant.

Someone is enjoying this mess right now.

Tsitsy slowly pressed her eyelashes up. Capture the person in a straight line and be sure.

I shook Geisel's hand back so I could reply that it was okay now.

- You're the traitor, aren't you, Luxen Mahler?