Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Out of the question.

- Dream on.

I think I've been dreaming for a long time.

"... Us. Hey, Turius!

I was shaken hard on my shoulder, and I was thumped out of a good night's sleep.

As I blink my sleepy eyes, my brother with a frightened expression is looking back at me.

... I don't know, I had a strange discomfort.

Was my brother Linus Strain Ovenil the kind of person who would wake up my brother rowing the boat?

So I questioned it, so I honestly tried to say it.

"That, brother? Why are you waking me up?

"Oh man. When I finally woke up, what would I say to the outskirts"

and so on and a zero sigh brother.

"He was resting swallowed up in the next seat when he said he had finally arrived in Vordan. Let's wake him up."

I arrived in Voldan.

At last with that word, my sleeping head turns out.

Oh, yeah. Was I on my carriage to Voldan? [M] Follow your brother's territorial descent, get in the carriage with him, and sit next to each other.

Nothing wrong with that. I have different memories of the world. What kind of a freak, but I'm still the only brother with whom I've split blood. There will be no wonder we act together.

But why? Somewhere, I feel the pieces of the puzzle slip away. The picture should be very natural to spread in front of you, but something is unnatural. I feel that way.

As I was leaning on my little neck, I heard a couscous and a sneak laugh from the seat across the street.

"The fact that we're brothers together and still close. You're jealous of each other without your fiancée."

It was my brother's fiancée, Simone, who smiled like a prank and said:

Well, it certainly won't be weird. A journey by carriage, aside from the beauty fiancée, it is a slightly rather than bizarre sight for men and brothers to sit in the seats next to each other.

- Isn't that something so strange that I'm blinded?

I ignore the discomfort of chewing my chest small and give her a voice.

"No, there's no way to replace Mr. Simone. I was wondering if you sat across the street from me because I wanted to see your face during this journey."

"Buh!? Here, here, Turius!

"Well, you're good"

My brother reddened his white face in an instant, and she made it interesting while not being full of replies.

... Seeing such a sight made me wonder if the kind of discrepancy I felt in getting up and out was my fault.

Oh, yeah. This is my usual routine.

A future sister-in-law who manoeuvres him gracefully to his elusive but illuminating brother. It is the days of my life to live surrounded by such people.

Somehow, realizing it as it is now, Mr. Simone again turns his water to this one.

"Nevertheless, that was a bad time, Sir Turius."

"Timing, is it?

"Yeah, I was just falling asleep passing by the wheat fields."

Her words, my brother takes on as he hunches his nose.

"Not at all. Is there an idiot who misses the results of his work while snoring? That's what you're all about."

"Yes, sir. You can still take your sermon slowly, can't you? Start by entering the territory mansion."

"Ah, haha. So that's why.... Thank you, future sister-in-law!

That said, I escaped from the carriage as soon as I was disengaged. [M] There is only 36 ways to escape. From behind, he said again, "Wait, we're not done talking!" so "what is that bad behavior in the first place!? ♪ And my voice flew in ♪

Listening to his voice, I regenerate a tremendous memory.

... Having said that, you have previously opened up to your brother a proposal to improve the territory using alchemy. Specifically, the alchemist's "alchemy" with all the heads to make the soil in the field fertile, or wholesale cheap spiritual drugs for the poor who can't hang from the church? It was an out-of-the-box battle to see how useful it would be, but it wasn't bad to see how my brothers reacted.

Its my brother, but he still continued to butch as he got out of the carriage.

"- Not at all, he's called you... he's restless like a child forever, so he comes out with one of his floating stories."

"Are you still saying that? Please, let's talk later, brother."

"Heh heh, Sir Turius doesn't make it that bad either. That's how they say things, huh?

and this is Mr. Simone with Fiancé's shoulder on the boulder.

"Besides, this guy, the more he forgives, the more over-mouthed he seems to be."

"Simone, don't say anything extra"

and a flash reaction. But it seemed powerless in such an intertwined, majestically lacking voice to stop the whimsically spinning woman.

"By the way, haven't you heard? This man is worried about letting you take care of some of his territory, or letting his son-in-law get into the right place. That's what's on my mind, so I'm saying it's tough now."

"What, are you serious?

That's a little troublesome. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not sure I can do it even if they carry such heavy responsibilities. The best I can do is wield the skill that Precision used to wield under his brother until a few years ago, and give him a little help. It was zero motivation to carry on the trail from childhood, and instead of being educated in that area, it was boycotting. Even if they tell me to do a lord-class job now...

I guess I accidentally got a disgusting look on my face. When he saw my expression, he imitated the strange cleverness of making a forgiving voice while using his mouth as a handwriting to.

"It's hard to be that uptight. It is true that alchemy and other tricks have been used, but your measures have yielded results. More than capable, it would be natural to work to achieve merit and achieve further results."

"No, you can't have a status commensurate with merit on your brother's lap..."

"Oh, you can't."

I was cut off completely.

"Why is our nobility blessed with warm clothes and food and fueled by the people? Because I do what noble blood muscles deserve. It is the duty of His Majesty to protect and raise the territory he has bestowed upon him, and to serve as the royal clan screen. It is against its duty to say that it flows in an easy direction and, if it does, corrupts its abilities"

"Is he called Nobles Obriege?"

"That's right. It's the duty of your species."

Duties of those granted a privileged environment.

... when they say that, I get weak too. Anyway, not only have you enjoyed the benefits of the privileged class, but you have been studying alchemy abroad by saying my best to your family. That's all I've been exercising my rights, so now do your duty for that. When attacked from these cuts, there is no resistance.

I had no choice but to raise my hands gently and show my willingness to surrender.

"If that's what they say, I'll think about it for a second.... but please forgive me for being my son-in-law. Because I'm a good romantic marriage."

"You're a luxurious guy, you are. It's not what it is, like being tied to someone the nobility likes."

That's what my brother says, but he's the one who did the 'It's Not What It Is' thing.

This guy used to have an edge partner whose late father had decided to come, but one time I fell in love with Mr. Simone, who I met at a party. So the engagement breaks down and annoys the other side, if you listen carefully, Mr. Simone's home is a centralist, to say the last seat. So it was this couple who scattered confusion among the people.

Well, it's this guy who can bounce it back because he's a territorial manager. I'm helping a little, too.

It's a raven and a horn.

"Isn't that good enough to dream about? It's not exactly what we're talking about."

And when I defended myself, there was an ambush from an unexpected direction.

"Oh, who is it that Lord Turius dreams of?

It is, of course, Mr Simone who says it in an interesting way. Even in this world, women seem to love stories about sex. That seemed like a brilliant future brother-in-law was no exception.

"Like the young lady from Zanktogaren, who was your alumni?

He's talking about Mr. Frederica, who was the same Semi at his place of study.

"No, that's not it. That guy, he's a little tight."

"I don't know. I wonder if a man like you would be somewhat more suited to a woman who can speak up?

That's what I say as I nibble up to my brother.

Same goes for Mr. Simone, but I wonder if this guy is simply saying what he likes?

"If you say that to her, she'll laugh at you with her nose."

I leak a dry laugh. [M]

Anyway, when Frederica and I talked about romance during a colloquial conversation, she said, "There can't be just an ovenil," so much so that she kicked it. I lack common sense as an aristocrat, so she doesn't care about that. [M] I'm not a bad person, but I'm a woman who doesn't feel like being intimate, even if the world changes.

"More than that, it would be better to clean up your two weddings than about me or anything else. As soon as I get back from this territorial inspection, isn't it?

The situation was so unfavourable that I forcefully changed the subject.

At the end of summer and in autumn, the wedding of the brothers is scheduled to take place.

"Yeah, right."

That's what my brother says and gives me a smelly smile.

"The territory has healed well, and in the autumn it is the great black pillar of the house, both famous and welcoming. There was a lot going on, but you finally got here..."

Inspired by emotional words, I was also unexpectedly remembering what I had done before.

The sudden death of my father, who had flown luxuriously and had fallen apart. Dumb return from studying abroad. Midway out to work with my brother to quell Gotagota in the house. After that, he gave his best efforts and wisdom to his internal affairs. So, I thought I'd take a breather, and I put it up in a woman connected to the center of what my brother thought... no, I'm not going to say anything deep about that. Mr. Simone is not guilty. Because it's usually a serious habit, more so because it's the fault of my brother, who ran wild in a critical place.

"Yeah, you really had a lot going on. Various."

"... Hey, Turius. Isn't that some strangely contained word?"

"Hehe, it's your fault. It's your fault."

Yes, it's my fault. There is no leakage of exhaled breath of fatigue from the corner of the mouth suspended to make a smile, and there is no shadow hanging on the face. If that's how it looks, I'm sure that's because there's a verse in that person that comes to mind.

and other heartwarming conversations,

"Yes, yes, stop chatting before it even creeps through the front door. It won't be too late to take a breather in your room, will it?

""... Yes ""

The two of us were to be scolded by Mr. Simone.

It's not tight, really.

It was night.

"... Ugh, I drank too much ah..."

I lean over to the pier with weakness as I open the window of my room and take in the fresh air.

A welcoming meeting by the ministers who were deputies during the Lord's absence. I was lumped with Voldan's famous red wine in that seat.

This one says he doesn't like alcohol, but he does terrible things. What does it mean that there are people in every country and in every other world who have to drink one story at a time? I think the world should be more drinkable and human-friendly.

"Pfft. Looks like it was a disaster, Turius."

That's how he turns to me to mourn the inertia of the world, and says his brother as he looks funny. He's a terrible guy when his brother says he's suffering with his face blue.

"Are you okay, brother? Don't stay with Mr. Simone."

When he rubs it gently to fight back, he looks out of his mind.

"Don't be stupid. Unmarried men and women, even though they swore each other a future. I can't think of anything like seeing you late at night like this."

"Oh, really..."

I couldn't help but notice my mouth. [M]

I'd love to, this guy. He seems to be an honest Holy King, and I suppose he thinks prenuptial bargaining is sinful. But we are men and women who have passed each other twenty years. You'll see a lot of mistakes. I wonder if she also feels like a fish that can't be fed while being caught.

Well, that might be an inferior kind of reckoning.

... Words are out.

Keep it up, two brothers, side by side for a view outside.

Voldan meadows illuminated by the bluished moonlight. The landscape, with summer grass rippling in the night breeze stroking the plateau, gave the mind of the beholder a restless and lonely thought.

Unexpectedly, my brother opens his mouth again.

"Hey."

"What?

To refute briefly, he missed his sight once so wide-mouthed before continuing.

- Think about it. You're going through a lot of trouble.

"If you say so, here you are"

I'm serious. I'm going to relieve him of his nervousness, and I'm going to say it out of the way.

Nevertheless, not all of that is a joke. Because I am certain that my presence was the burden of my brother Linus Strain Ovenil.

A foolish father who drowned in luxury but craved a brilliant child to enhance his family name. What he gained in exchange for his wife's death was this me, the rebirth of a human being in another world for whatever cause.

From the memories and experiences I had had in my previous life, my father put his expectations up to an unusual point when he behaved like a child. Temporarily, aside from my older brother, who had a tough education since childhood, I wish to the next Lord. That couldn't have been a burden on my brother.

"If it's true, you're the one in this position..."

Look, the cold treatment from my father and the foreign molecule named me continue to cast a shadow on this man's heart now.

I couldn't bear the urge to sigh because I was distressed by him.

"Ha... I told you many times to stop talking about it. First of all, it doesn't work for me. Because I'm a man who doesn't care about others. Do you think he's in the mood to engage with the court and the people behind his back?

"'Cause it's better for you, brother', huh? That was your cliché."

My brother looks far away and says he doesn't seem to feel it, but he's actually right.

It is impossible for me to cut the region's cognac from the Wang capital, hundreds of kilometers away. He said he made it a date with nobles in other houses. I wouldn't be able to put up with a conversational gossip all over a rhetoric that doesn't matter for an hour or half.

What is required of one who stands above man is not the alchemy of previous life knowledge. A more honest and simple answer. sense of responsibility and patience, and just a little tolerance. That's all I need, and vice versa, I don't even have that. So my brother stands on top, and I lend a little wisdom from the bottom, and the situation is never a mistake.

With that in mind, my brother shook his head bitterly.

"Even so... my weakness has taken away even your dreams"

I guess what he's saying is that I dropped out of the Magic Instruction Academy at my school halfway to hang up on my father's sudden death. Alchemy research, exploration of immortality. Ever since I was born - that's what I've been chasing ever since I was born again. I guess he regrets that his wish was cut off on the way to help his brother.

But that doesn't matter now either.

"It doesn't matter.... Anyway, that's what I was seeing ahead."

In the summer, the chilly night-time trembling voice was dry enough to soothe me.

Realization of immortality through alchemy. Ridiculous. That dream is like running water that keeps you away the closer you get. Learning the wisdom of earlier and making new attempts as a novelty doesn't seem like a clue. Whether it's caged in the basement of the mansion and dawn into experimentation or studying under a professor at the academy, you're just halfway to that Liao distance.

When I say clear, I'm tired. To raise the bloodpath to make yourself one eternal being while people ridicule and despise you.

"I don't want to die no matter what. Let me stand on the threshold of immortality - something I've been thinking absurdly about."

The living will soon die. Manage with a theorem that won't change even if that makes a difference in the world. To the extent that I could have been born again by chance, I was not arrogant enough to continue to fall in love with myself when I could mask it.

No, I wasn't strong.

No matter how many times I broke into a wall that kept getting thicker and stronger and stuck.

"Turius......"

The voice my brother leaked was spicy damp.

I hope you don't look so sad. I must have stood back to the righteous.

I owe it to my brother.

... would it have been twelve years ago? My father told me to buy my first slave, and I used it as an experimental bench for semi-conventional alchemy. Regardless, my father can soon find out the story of putting that to work. Naturally, my father was angry as a blaze. Before my father, who repeated his emotional theory with a red-handed face who didn't know if he was angry or drunk, I repeated my reasoning at the time.

'Don't you have to be so angry. Because under the laws of this country, slaves are not human beings, are they?

"Father and brother, you've killed slaves."

… I am a hungry ghost who is not cute. No, on the contrary, I think you were out of your mind.

When I was a father, I couldn't argue with the impossibility of not even being such a reason, and I changed my face to red and purple, making my mouth pucker. but my brother was different.

And he stretched out my cheek, which was exposed to a fluff, and drank it like this.

"There's an idiot who's gonna kill you for playing! Bullshit!!

That's how I packed my knees and started preaching with courtesy.

Slaves are not treated as human beings because they are guilty. Technically not, but there is a nonsense of not being able to pay taxes or sin, and that only limits my rights as a person. Slaves come to grips at the hands of their father and brother, because they lay further injustice there. Enforcement of the punishment, if you ask me. The result of killing would be the same, but the process leading up to it would be different. What are you, calling it an experiment and letting a slave die in a light bounce, etc. is definitely not noble behavior......

Such reasoning was taunted and made heard over time.

Regardless, at first, I was just pretending to understand and getting my tongue out in my heart. I'm sorry for the sermon, you know what I mean, I've never been frightened of the possibility that I might die tomorrow... I repeat that scolding in my heart, and in the back I'll work on the calculation for my next experiment. Really, he was an embarrassing shit-starving ghost no matter where he put him.

However, I was able to breathe for two or three years. Stuck in research, unable to produce the results you think in the experiment, measures to become immortal are to grasp clouds in the Gori fog. In all that time, my passion for eternity was fading.

I couldn't give up on my last challenge and although I couldn't make it and crossed to my neighbor, the results I get there are all things that don't lead to immortality. While I was doing this... my father died and my brother was suddenly busy changing hands, and I would help him with it.

"This is good, I'm sure"

Cut off the recollection and smile bitterly at my brother, who still doesn't open his brows.

The wisdom of alchemy, which I learned hanging most of my life, is far from immortality, but it helped me immensely to follow my brother in getting the job done. It would have been more useful to use it for others than to reclaim agricultural land with soil components, improve infrastructure such as wells, and achieve a reduction in the cost of psychotropic drugs as an alternative to healing magic - perpetuating one's self.

There was only one time when I remembered my joy that things by my own hands would help someone.

That would surely be a much more utterly human way of life than running into our cuteness forever.

So I can't thank my brother enough for putting me back on that path.

... Although it's not something I can honestly say even if I'm drunk, and I can't be more honest on the face of it.

I changed my incision to make it look better. [M]

"On the contrary, are you unhappy with your brother?

"Don't joke...... what can you be dissatisfied with"

Say, well, I'm very dissatisfied with being annoyed by Monster Grandpa when it comes to Lavalle, but jokingly tie it together, etc.

You'll deserve that. It's like saying to put the kingdom's best insidious old man and rumored centralist chief in front of a conspiracy, such as suspicion of the daughter of a house that belongs to his faction so much as the last seat. For the time being, that's a bad dream to be fooled until that wrinkly old fox is screwed.

Set that aside,

"Then wouldn't that be good? If you're happy."

If my family is happy and I can have my days in peace, this is all I need.

As I say, I realize.

(Oh well...)

My brother and I are family.

I was reborn, drawn to my previous memories, and I thought somewhere in my mind that now might be a fake. I can't believe my real family has left me in a different world, and my father or brother living in this world is an impossible alternative.

It's really ridiculous. I am Turius Shrounan Ovenil, who lives on the Ithusela continent. It's not like I was already living in Japan. I guess I had to admit that first to live in this world.

A man named me was really an idiot to think of that now.

"... sounds like I'm too drunk. I said nothing."

My brother's grunt slaps me in the back soaking in self-derision. It's too late for the night. It will be time to get to the floor.

"You go to bed early, too. If it hits the night breeze, you'll be physically impaired."

"Yeah, I know. Because it's my creed to live as long as I can."

"Phew, don't lack persuasion when people say they stay up late every now and then."

For a little while, we slapped each other on such a joke,

"Good night, Turius"

Good night, brother.

We exchanged a light greeting and parted that night.

I keep looking out the window alone. [M]

Lonely moonlit wilderness. Seeing such a lonely landscape, again unexpectedly to the gap in my heart, my fear of death made me peek into my face.

But you won't be trapped in it anymore.

Turius Shrounan Ovenil is a reincarnator. But before I do, I'm the only person living in this world. Live a finite raw and die sooner or later if you live as much as you can. I'm not ready to accept the end of the day in peace, but I'm not going to forever until I throw everything away.

For the first time in twenty years of my life, I thought it would be good.

- That's how Linus woke up from a long dream.

If you wake up and look around, the walls are stripped stone and the floor is a cramped room filled with crude wooden planks. Next to a simple sleeping table, an old stool kettle gives off a stench. A chamber that is likely to be crushed far from healing or restful, so that the spirit can hang just by staying.

It is a chamber of monasteries to accommodate lunatics, shameful sinners, and the fallen from the aristocratic community.

"Uh...?

He tries to remember the contents of his dreams with a frivolous look.

I kind of felt like I was dreaming about it, like it would never be possible, but I wanted it to be. But I can't remember. From the beginning, if you wake up with a dream, it will be a drama. In addition, Linus' thoughts were fogged by the decay caused by madness. It's like catching a cloud, like remembering a long, long dream.

He was, uh, roaring and groaning about his dreams for a while.

…………

Eventually, as tired of it, Patali and I lay down on the bunk again.

I don't want to think about it anymore. I wanted to be alone and quiet without bothering anyone.

Linus keeps his eyes closed and sleeps again with his knees in his arms. Forget the past and the present, even the reality, and devour the inebriation. Happy borderline just in my head. That was his last escape.

"… Please………. Your husband."

- From a long and long dream, such a voice calls me back to reality.

Heavy head. My thoughts flutter. The eyelids seem to have been patched together, opening your eyes is a hundred million hijacks.

But I have to wake up. Because it's time to wake up more than she came to get me.

Still blurry and comfortable, it wakes up a body as heavy as a half reflex. A cold, soft hand was placed on its back to help. I manage to open my swollen eyelids while keeping my weight in her hand.

……

I saw the Lord of my hands helping me up, dazzling at the morning light.

Girl in maid, turning her green eyes straight this way.

"Phew...... good morning, uni"

"Good morning, sir"

Nor does she reply to the sloppy greeting of the lacunar, nor does she - Uni seem distracted. Wake up as usual, morning as usual.

"Thank you for your tiredness, how have you been?"

"Oh, yeah... it's been a busy streak for a while now. I haven't slept enough."

As I say, I think back to my busy days these days.

After kicking my brother off and taking the Count's place, he remained swayed by the mischief of the takeover. A series of cumbersome, unpleasant and uninteresting tasks, such as mastering the ministerial corps of the Counts, grasping the internal affairs paperwork of a new place of knowledge. I'm not satisfied with the amount of time I spend researching, and I just get tired and frustrated. Well, then, it would be about getting a bad night's sleep. Having long dreams is proof that you are spending a lot of shallow sleep. I don't think it's in very healthy condition.

"It seemed a little stunned."

"Really? I wonder if I even had some weird dreams..."

Uni tells me to try to remember what my dream is about. Nevertheless, dreams are the things that get blurry as soon as you wake up. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of any details.

I don't know, it was strangely real, and I think it was a lot of muscle writing about that habit that didn't fit... oh, yeah.

"I thought I was missing something, but speaking of which, I guess it's because you weren't there."

That's how I deduced the shortage I felt in my dreams. I remember someone coming out, but that's not at least the girlfriend in front of me, and I think I even forgot she existed in my dream.

Damn, something's wrong. It's ridiculous, albeit a dream, not to be able to remember this masterpiece, which should also be called my hands and feet.

"Without me, is it?

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about. It's a dream story."

I wave gently at her for taking my whining seriously.

Yes, I don't care about dreams I dream of while sleeping. It's an excrement with memory and thought that the sleeping brain miso duly flickered out. It's more about dreaming while you're awake than it is.

but Uni couldn't seem to care less about it.

"Master, if anything doesn't get to me..."

"So I hope you don't mind."

I smile bitterly on my shoulders. [M] Damn, there was a lot of maiden ticking about this girl who cared about her dreams. Well, I'm a teenage girl at my age, so maybe I can't help it.

"Let's just get dressed and get to work today. What are your plans for today?

"- Yes. I was wondering if the Dordolan border ambassador was supposed to visit us today to celebrate the inauguration of the Count."

"... that guy's a maid, too. That's enough for one of the eulogies."

Dordolan Border Uncle is also a brainwashed and absolute pawn of obedience, but he can't help but entertain. I didn't take your emotions away from you, so if you treat them roughly, you might get stressed and uncomfortable, and most importantly, you'd be noisy around Viktor, who's obsessed even though it's just a formality.

Well, how did you accomplish it?

Even with that calculation, I think back to the dream I had this morning.

I can't remember most of the content and I don't really care...... I only cared about IF if there wasn't a uni.

My first 'work'. My first achievement from learning alchemy. What if it didn't exist?

I don't have a handkerchief, because it would be a problem, but more importantly... I'm sure I wasn't as confident in my skill as I am now.

How far did it go in fulfillment to challenge the far-reaching goal of leading to immortality in the absence of just one person, understanding or collaborator?

Imagine something cold. Uni said I was stuck sleeping, but that would be the same. I have nightmares about her life without help.

When I thought about it, I also felt a little bit aware of how she felt sick of being told she wasn't in her dreams.

I stop dressing and turn to Uni. [M]

"Again."

"Yes."

"I need you, Uni."

To the words, she held her breath and circled her eyes.

... nothing would surprise you that much.

Even I have enough to thank you for everything you've done. [M]

Uni bowed her head so deeply to me that she thought so.

"Oh, my God, it's a wordless word. Your husband."

Thoughts and distances, two brothers who have now even separated themselves from each other.