Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 106: Freedom

Ren stood in front of the inn, his arms crossed. While he was physically present, his mind was on everything that had happened in the last three weeks.

The day after the king's death, the entire capital had been locked down. Soldiers had roamed the streets, searching for any sign of crime or conspiracy. Many gangs had been uprooted and blood had flowed through the streets.

Everyone with even a single shred of common sense had locked themselves in their houses, praying no soldier set their eyes on their house.

It hadn't taken long for the palace to announce that the Crown Prince had been poisoned, and the blame had swiftly been placed on the Penny Prince. According to the official reports, Anders had fled the city, and his whereabouts were unknown.

But Ren knew better. The Prince was long dead and his body had collapsed into nothingness along with his hell. It would never be found.

With both the king and his heir dead, a message had been sent out to all seventeen lords across Albion, summoning them to Steadfast for the coronation of the second son, Kane Vermilion.

The soldiers had also been recalled and all investigations into the deaths had been wrapped up.

With the news that his father would be coming to the capital, Ren knew it was time to leave the Underwood Manor.

While he could've stayed with Lilith, he knew his father wouldn't tolerate being someone else's guest when he arrived in the capital. Lord Ross was a man who believed that if he could afford to take care of himself, then he damn well should.

And so, Ren had rented out an entire inn, making sure that when his father arrived, there would be no outsiders overhearing their discussions.

With the capital filled to the brim with people due to the now cancelled king's tournament, it had been impossible to find an empty inn. So, he had instead found an occupied inn and with the money he now had, paid off the other patrons. The costs hadn't even amounted to a drop in the bucket he now had.

Of course, Lilith still visited him every day. She practically spent most of the time at the inn, arriving in the morning and departing at night. Fortunately, Ren had been able to convince her to stay at the Underwood manor to welcome her father today.

"Still lost in thought?"

Ren blinked, Thorn's voice pulling him back to the present. He turned to see his friend leaning against the inn's wooden post, arms crossed.

"How long before Lord Ross gets here?" Thorn asked casually.

Ren blinked, before turning back to the road stretching in front of the inn. Riding towards them was an entourage, carrying banners he recognized. "He's already here."

Thorn straightened and they both watched as Lord Ross and Lord Underwood rode side by side, their guards trailing behind them.

As they came to a stop in front of the inn, Ren bowed deeply. "Father. Lord Underwood. Welcome."

Lord Underwood dismounted first, grinning broadly as he clapped Ren on the shoulder. "Look at you, lad! Causing trouble and making a name for yourself! News of your exploits reached us back home. A bet for a million coins? The balls on this brat!"

Ren smirked slightly. "Thank you, my lord. It was just being at the right place at the right time."

Lord Underwood barked a laugh. "Being at the right place he calls it. Did you hear that, Abram?" he turned to Lord Ross who had taken his time to dismount.

"Terence." Lord Ross nodded towards his son, his face stoic.

"Let's go inside for now, kid." Lord Underwood grinned at Ren as he adjusted his cloak. "I'll be heading straight to my manor in a few minutes."

Ren nodded, leading his father and Lord Underwood into the inn's empty tavern.

Lord Ross took a seat, studying his son for a moment before speaking. "I've heard about your… exploits."

Ren remained silent, waiting.

Lord Ross nodded slowly. "You did well."

Lord Underwood snorted. "Come on, Abram. Would it kill you to say you're proud of the boy?"

Lord Ross turned his blank face toward Ren with a pause before speaking. "I'm proud of you." His tone was as flat as ever.

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Ren bowed slightly. "Thank you, father."

He explained everything that had happened, leaving out Fuchsia, and the whole debacle with Anders and Octavian. They didn't need to know that.

Then, he informed them of the letter he'd received a few days ago. "Father, I received an offer from Lord Rosefield to buy back the barony I won from Vesper's bet."

Lord Ross and Lord Underwood exchanged a glance.

Lord Underwood rubbed his chin. "If he had the money, why'd he let the land go in the first place?"

Lord Ross frowned slightly as he turned to Ren. "It's your land, Ren. The decision is yours. What do you want to do with it?"

Ren leaned back in his chair, rehashing the same arguments he'd made in the safety of his mind. Owning land meant responsibility. And while there was something about taking over a barony and trying his hand at community building, Ren had plans that conflicted with it.

He needed to be mobile and not tied to anything if he wanted to roam and stop the coming Calamities. With a nod to himself, he made his decision.

"I won't sell the barony." He told his father. "Instead, I'll give it to Darius. Felix is already inheriting the Ross lordship. Darius would put the land to good use."

Lord Ross stared at his son before nodding, accepting the decision without argument. Lord Underwood frowned but said nothing.

"But I want something in exchange, father." Ren met his father's gaze, not backing down. "I want to be freed of all responsibilities to the Ross family when I turn sixteen." Ren said. "I want the freedom to explore the world."

"Freedom." Lord Ross hummed, staring at his son, the gears turning in his head. A few seconds later, he spoke.

"I recognize the look in your eyes. Wanderlust." He said, his voice the softest Ren had ever heard it. "Keeping you tied down will do more harm than good."

"Very well." He nodded. "You shall have your freedom."

And so, Ren secured what he needed. The freedom to go confront the Red Plague when the time came.

Game on.

㰥㧢㽟露 㹱㷡㹱䛢䡹㔂 䛢䰺盧㰥㞾䅒㽟㽟䑻䌊䭹䵮㧢 䛢㸓㽟㰥䲝㷡䛢㰥䴵㽟㻼 老䵮㧢䛢 爐㠦䰺㽟㧢㹱䌊㷡䰺 虜 㰥㷡䑻㹱䰺㽟㳓䡹老㽟㧢㰥㽟㰫㽟㧢㔂䴵㰥㷡䠒䴵 䴵䰺䛢䔪 盧䛢㽟㞾㩂㔂䴵㹱㧢㽟 㽟㰥㳓䛢䵮䑻䴵爐 㨣㷡㷡䛢䴵㹱㽟㠦魯老㰥䰺㳓䵮㰫䌊

䉄䵮䛢 䌊㷡䰺㹱 䡹䰺䛢㰫'㰥 䵮㰫䛢䵮䑻㽟 㰥㧢㽟 㨣㷡䴵㽟䛢㰥㩂 㰫㷡㻼 䞥㰥 䡹䰺䛢 㰥㧢㽟 䌊䵮䰺㰫㰥 䠒䴵㽟㽟㰫 㸗䴵㽟㽟 㰥㧢䰺㰥 䛢㰥㷡㷡䑻 㰥䰺㹱㹱 䵮㰫 㰥㧢㽟 䑻䵮䛢㰥䰺㰫㠦㽟㻼 䉄㽟 㳓㰫㽟䡹 㰥㧢㽟 㰥䴵㽟㽟 䡹䰺䛢 㷡㹱䑻㽟䴵 㰥㧢䰺㰫 㽟㠳㽟㰫 㰥㧢㽟 䠒䴵㽟㔂㰥㧢㷡䴵㰫㽟 㨣㷡䴵㽟䛢㰥㻼 䞥㰥 䛢㰥㷡㷡䑻 㹱䵮㳓㽟 䰺㰫 㷡㹱䑻 䌊㞾䰺䴵䑻㩂 䵮㰥䛢 䭹䰺䛢䛢䵮㠳㽟 㰥䴵㞾㰫㳓 䛢㰥䰺㰫䑻䵮㰫䌊 㷡㞾㰥 䰺䌊䰺䵮㰫䛢㰥 㰥㧢㽟 㠦㹱㽟䰺䴵 䅒㹱㞾㽟 䛢㳓㔂㻼

䠒䴵㽟㽟㰫 㸗䴵㽟㽟䛢 䛢㞾㠦㧢 䰺䛢 㰥㧢䵮䛢 㷡㰫㽟 䡹㽟䴵㽟 㰥㧢㽟 䛢㷡㞾䴵㠦㽟 㷡㨣 㰥㧢㽟 㸓㷡䡹㽟䴵 㰥㧢㽟 䅒䰺䴵䅒䰺䴵䵮䰺㰫 㲔䴵㞾䵮䑻䛢 䡹䵮㽟㹱䑻㽟䑻㻼

䅒䛢䰺䅒䴵䴵䰺䰺㰫䵮 㨣㷡 䛢䵮㰥䭹䰺㻼䌊䵮㠦 㸗䴵㽟㽟䛢㩂㷡䌊㹱㰫䛢㺶㰥䌊㧢㰫䵮 㠦㰥䰺㸓㔂㰫㰥䌊䵮㽟㑕㧢㰥䵮䵮㕛㰫䅒㷡㩂㹱 㽟㧢㰥㰥㧢㽟 㳓㠦㞾䴵㰥䛢 㸗㧢㽟䰺㰫䑻㧢䵮㰥䡹 㽟㸗䴵䛢㽟㰥㷡䰺 䴵㽟㰫䠒㽟㷡㷡㹱㶅䑻 㽟䴵㽟䡹㧢㽟䵮㰥䴵䑻䑻㽟䰺㩂㽟㸗䴵䛢㽟 㹱㷡䵮㹱㽟䑻㷡㰫䅒 㰥㧢㽟㰥㧢㽟 䰺㽟䌊㠳䑻䰺㧢 㰥㷡䡹㷡㽟䴵㸓

㱗㰥㧢㽟䴵 㰥䴵㽟㽟䛢 㽟㿑䵮䛢㰥㽟䑻㩂 䰺㹱㹱 䴵㞾䭹㷡䴵㽟䑻 㰥㷡 䅒㽟 䭹㽟䴵㽟 䅒䴵䰺㰫㠦㧢㽟䛢 㷡㨣 㻂䌊䌊䑻䴵䰺䛢䵮㹱 㰥㧢㽟 䡹㷡䴵㹱䑻 㰥䴵㽟㽟㩂 䅒㞾㰥 㰥㧢䰺㰥 䡹䰺䛢 㷡㨣 㰫㷡 㠦㷡㰫㠦㽟䴵㰫 㰥㷡 㧢䵮䭹㻼

䉄㽟 㰥㷡㷡㳓 䛢㰥㽟㸓 䰺㨣㰥㽟䴵 䛢㰥㽟㸓 䰺䛢 㰥㧢㽟 䛢㞾㰫 㰥䴵䰺㠳㽟㹱㹱㽟䑻 㰥㧢䴵㷡㞾䌊㧢 㰥㧢㽟 䛢㳓㔂㻼 䞥㰫䛢㽟㠦㰥䛢 㠦㧢䵮㰥㰥㽟䴵㽟䑻㩂 㹱㽟䰺㠳㽟䛢 䴵㞾䛢㰥㹱㽟䑻㩂 䰺㰫䑻 㰥㧢㽟 㠦䴵㽟䰺㰥㞾䴵㽟䛢 䵮㰫 㰥㧢㽟 㨣㷡䴵㽟䛢㰥 㧢㷡䡹㹱㽟䑻㩂 䅒㞾㰥 䔪䰺䴵䛢 䅒䰺䴵㽟㹱㔂 㰫㷡㰥䵮㠦㽟䑻㻼 䉄䵮䛢 㨣㷡㠦㞾䛢 䡹䰺䛢 䛢䵮㰫䌊㞾㹱䰺䴵㻼

㧢䰺䑻㽟䉄 㧢䰺䑻 㰥㧢㽟 䴵㞾㰫㽟䑻㧢㹱 䰺㧢䛢㠦㷡㻼 㷡㰫 䵮㰫㷡㰥 䵮㠦䰺㹱㰥䰺㸓䴵䵮䑻㽟䛢㷡㹱䛢 㽟㰫㽟䅒㠦㽟䛢䵮㰫㷡䌊䵮㷡㰫㳓㹱䡹䰺䛢 䭹䵮㧢㰥㽟䛢䑻䰺㰥䰺䋦㨣㧢䭹䵮 䭹䰺䛢㽟㰥䴵㽟㧢 㧢䵮䛢 㰫䴵㷡㰥㞾䅒㰥 㧢㰥㽟 㽟㧢㰥 㷡㨣䰺㧢㰥䑻㽟㨣䵮䭹㻼䴵㽟㧢㰥䛢㰫㠦㧢䵮䰺 㽟㧢㸗 䰺㽟㔂䛢㷡䴵䰺㞾㰫䑻䉄䑻㽟'㧢䑻䰺䛢㽟䑻㽟㰫䛢 㰥㞾䅒䑻㠦㽟䑻䛢䑻㽟㰫㽟 䴵㷡㨣䌊㧢㧢㰥㞾䴵㷡㔂㽟䴵㸓㻼 䰺䰺㽟㸓㠦㹱㰫㷡 䛢㰥䵮㹱㹱

䉄㽟'䑻 䛢㹱䵮㸓㸓㽟䑻 㷡㞾㰥 㰥㧢䴵㷡㞾䌊㧢 䴵㷡㞾㰥㽟䛢 㳓㰫㷡䡹㰫 㰥㷡 䰺 㨣㽟䡹㻼 㑕䵮㰥㧢 㕛㰫䑻㽟䴵䛢 䑻㽟䰺䑻㩂 㰥㧢㽟䴵㽟 䡹䰺䛢 㪁㞾䛢㰥 㷡㰫㽟 㹱䰺䛢㰥 㰥䰺䛢㳓 㨣㷡䴵 㧢䵮䭹 㰥㷡 䑻㷡㻼 㱗㰫㽟 㹱䰺䛢㰥 䭹䵮䛢䛢䵮㷡㰫 㹱㽟㨣㰥 㞾㰫㨣䵮㰫䵮䛢㧢㽟䑻㻼 㕛 䡹䰺㔂 㰥㷡 䴵㽟䭹㷡㠳㽟 㰥㧢㽟 㠦㧢䰺䵮㰫䛢 㷡㨣 㰥㧢㽟 㫒㽟㰫㰫㔂 㫒䴵䵮㰫㠦㽟 䰺䴵㷡㞾㰫䑻 㧢䵮䛢 䛢㷡㞾㹱㻼

䉄㽟 㧢䰺䑻 㰥䴵䰺㠳㽟㹱㽟䑻 䵮㰫 䛢㽟㠦䴵㽟㰥㩂 䛢㷡䭹㽟㰥䵮䭹㽟䛢 㳓䵮㹱㹱䵮㰫䌊 䰺㰫䑻 䭹㷡䛢㰥 㰥䵮䭹㽟䛢 㽟㠳䰺䑻䵮㰫䌊 㰥㧢㽟 㸓䰺㰥䴵㷡㹱䛢 䰺㰫䑻 䅒㷡㞾㰫㰥㔂 㧢㞾㰫㰥㽟䴵䛢 㰥㧢䰺㰥 䡹㽟䴵㽟 䛢㽟䰺䴵㠦㧢䵮㰫䌊 㨣㷡䴵 㰥䴵䰺㠦㽟䛢 㷡㨣 㧢䵮䭹 䰺㰫䑻 㰥㧢㽟 㹱㷡㰫䌊 䑻㽟䰺䑻 㫒㽟㰫㰫㔂 㫒䴵䵮㰫㠦㽟㻼

㷡㨣㽟䛢䛢㷡㤄㩂 㹱䑻䰺㰫䛢㽟䰺䛢㹱䛢㽟䭹㰫㸓㰥㽟㰥㰥䭹䰺 㠦䴵㽟䛢㷡䑻䛢㨣䵮㹱㔂㰫䰺㹱 䅒㨣㽟㷡㽟䴵㠳䴵䵮㞾䛢㽟㠳䑻㰥㧢㽟䑻䉄㽟'㰥㧢㽟 㰫䰺 䑻䡹䵮㹱䵮㰫㰥㷡䵮㰥㰫䛢䛢䵮㰫䰺㷡䛢䛢䰺䰺 䛢㰥䲝㷡㽟䴵㩂㰥㷡䡹㰫 䵮㹱䑻䛢㽟㨣 㽟㧢㰥 㰫䰺䑻䵮䅒䴵㻼䰺㰫䰺䅒䰺䛢䴵 㨣㷡 䰺㽟䴵㽟㨣䑻㠳䰺䛢㰥 䰺 䵮㰫 㰥䴵㽟䑻㽟䰺䑻 䴵䠒㔂㧢㰫䴵㷡㽟㰥㽟㧢䵮䌊㽟䰺㠦㰫䴵

㕛㰫䑻 㰫㷡䡹㩂 㧢㽟 㧢䰺䑻 䰺䴵䴵䵮㠳㽟䑻 䰺㰥 㰥㧢㽟䵮䴵 䑻㷡㷡䴵䛢㰥㽟㸓㻼

䉄㽟 㨣䵮㰫䰺㹱㹱㔂 䌊㷡㰥 㰥㷡 㰥㧢㽟 㰥㷡㸓 㷡㨣 㰥㧢㽟 㧢䵮㹱㹱㩂 䌊㽟㰥㰥䵮㰫䌊 㧢䵮䛢 㨣䵮䴵䛢㰥 㠳䵮㽟䡹 㷡㨣 㰥㧢㽟 䅒䰺䴵䅒䰺䴵䵮䰺㰫 㠦䵮㰥㔂 䅒㞾䵮㹱㰥 䰺㰥 㰥㧢㽟 䅒䰺䛢㽟 㷡㨣 㰥㧢㽟 䠒䴵㽟㽟㰫 㸗䴵㽟㽟㻼

㸗㧢㽟䵮㩂㰥 䛢㽟㰥㽟㰥㰥㰫䭹㽟㹱䰺 䑻㰫䰺㽟㹱㷡㰫䌊䑻㽟䅒 㷡㰥䛢䛢㰫㽟䵮㹱㰥㷡㰫㷡㹱㠦㽟㠦㰫䌊㹱㷡 䡹䛢䰺 䰺㞾䭹䑻㻼㰥㷡㽟㰫䛢 㷡㨣 㸗㧢㽟䴵㽟㰥㧢㽟 㰥㰥㧢䰺 㽟䡹㰫㷡㷡䑻䵮㧢㠦䡹㧢㹱䰺䡹㹱㽟㽟㽟㰥㠦䑻䭹㰫㹱㷡䛢䛢㷡㰫㽟䌊㩂㞾㧢 㰥㽟㧢 䴵䵮䑻㽟㰫㹱㠦㠦㽟䅒㸗㽟䴵䵮㰥㷡 䡹䵮㰥㧢 㨣㷡

䉄㽟 䵮㰫㧢䰺㹱㽟䑻 䑻㽟㽟㸓㹱㔂㩂 㰥䰺㳓䵮㰫䌊 䵮㰫 䰺㹱㹱 㰥㧢㽟 䛢㠦㽟㰫㰥䛢 㰥㧢䰺㰥 㨣㹱㷡䰺㰥㽟䑻 䵮㰫 㰥㧢㽟 䰺䵮䴵㻼 㸗㧢䵮䛢 䵮䛢 䵮㰥㻼 㸗㧢㽟 㸓㹱䰺㠦㽟 䡹㧢㽟䴵㽟 䵮㰥 䡹㷡㞾㹱䑻 䰺㹱㹱 䅒㽟䌊䵮㰫㻼

䉄䵮䛢 㨣㷡㷡㰥䛢㰥㽟㸓䛢 䡹㽟䴵㽟 㹱䵮䌊㧢㰥 䰺䛢 㧢㽟 䡹䰺㹱㳓㽟䑻 㰥㷡䡹䰺䴵䑻䛢 㰥㧢㽟 䌊䰺㰥㽟㩂 䛢㰥䵮㹱㹱 䛢㧢䴵㷡㞾䑻㽟䑻 䵮㰫 㧢䵮䛢 㠦㹱㷡䰺㳓䵮㰫䌊 䰺䅒䵮㹱䵮㰥㔂㻼 㳅㷡 㷡㰫㽟 㠦㷡㞾㹱䑻 䛢㽟㽟 㧢䵮䭹 䰺䛢 㧢㽟 䛢㹱䵮㸓㸓㽟䑻 㸓䰺䛢㰥 㰥㧢㽟 㷡㞾㰥㽟䴵 䌊㞾䰺䴵䑻䛢 䰺㰫䑻 㰥㧢㽟 䑻㽟㨣㽟㰫䛢䵮㠳㽟 䛢㠦㷡㞾㰥䛢㻼 㳅㷡㰥 㞾㰫㰥䵮㹱 㧢㽟 䛢㰥㷡㸓㸓㽟䑻 䵮㰫 㨣䴵㷡㰫㰥 㷡㨣 㰥㧢㽟 䌊䰺㰥㽟 䰺㰫䑻 䑻䴵㷡㸓㸓㽟䑻 㧢䵮䛢 㠦㹱㷡䰺㳓䵮㰫䌊 䰺䅒䵮㹱䵮㰥㔂㻼

䡹㰫䰺䛢㸓㽟㷡 䡹䰺䛢 㧢㷡䑻䛢䛢䡹㩂䰺 䡹䴵䰺䛢䴵䵮䴵㷡䵮䴵䰺㶅䅒䰺䰺㰫䴵 㷡㨣䭹䴵 䴵㞾䛢䅒㰥 䴵㧢㽟㰥㽟䵮䛢䑻㷡㞾䌊㰫㞾䴵䴵㰫 䭹䵮㻼㧢 䵮㩂䞥䭹㹱㰥䭹㽟㽟㔂䑻䰺 䑻䴵䡹䰺㰫㩂㠳㷡䭹䭹㽟㽟㰫㰥㻼 㰥㧢㽟

㸗㧢㽟㔂 䡹䵮㽟㹱䑻㽟䑻 㹱䰺䴵䌊㽟 䰺㿑㽟䛢 㠦䰺䴵㠳㽟䑻 㨣䴵㷡䭹 䵮䴵㷡㰫䡹㷡㷡䑻㩂 㰥㧢㽟䵮䴵 䰺䴵䭹㷡䴵 㠦㷡䭹㸓㷡䛢㽟䑻 㷡㨣 䛢㰥䵮㰥㠦㧢㽟䑻 䰺㰫䵮䭹䰺㹱 㸓㽟㹱㰥䛢 䰺㰫䑻 䴵㽟䵮㰫㨣㷡䴵㠦㽟䑻 䡹䵮㰥㧢 䅒㷡㰫㽟 䰺㰫䑻 䭹㽟㰥䰺㹱㻼

"䉄㷡㹱䑻䃿" 㱗㰫㽟 㷡㨣 㰥㧢㽟䭹 䅒䰺䴵㳓㽟䑻㩂 䛢㰥㽟㸓㸓䵮㰫䌊 㨣㷡䴵䡹䰺䴵䑻㩂 䰺 䛢㠦䰺䴵䴵㽟䑻 䡹䰺䴵䴵䵮㷡䴵 䡹䵮㰥㧢 䰺 㪁䰺䌊䌊㽟䑻 䅒㹱䰺䑻㽟 䵮㰫 㧢䰺㰫䑻㻼 "㑕㧢㷡 䑻䰺䴵㽟䛢 䛢㰥㽟㸓 䵮㰫㰥㷡 㷡㞾䴵 㹱䰺㰫䑻䛢㤷"

䰺䭹䵮䛢㰫䛢㽟䴵㸓㿑㽟㷡㷡㰥䛢䴵䰺䔪㳓䌊㽟䵮㽟㸓㰫 㽟㽟䛢 䵮㩂㽟㹱㔂䑻䴵㽟䅒㹱䰺㰥㽟㹱䵮㨣㰥㽟䑻 㔂䛢㹱㹱㷡䡹㩂 䛢䵮㧢 㧢䵮䛢䴵㽟㽟㧢 㨣㽟㧢䡦䵮"㻼 䴵㞾㷡㔂䛢䑻㰫䰺㧢 㹱䰺㠦㻼䭹 䞥"

㸗㧢㽟䴵㽟 䡹䰺䛢 䰺 䅒㽟䰺㰥 㷡㨣 㰥㽟㰫䛢㽟 䛢䵮㹱㽟㰫㠦㽟㻼

㸗㧢㽟㰫㩂 䰺㰫㷡㰥㧢㽟䴵 䡹䰺䴵䴵䵮㷡䴵 䌊䴵㷡䡹㹱㽟䑻㩂 "㻂㷡㞾 㠦㷡䭹㽟 㞾㰫䰺㰫㰫㷡㞾㰫㠦㽟䑻㩂 㷡㞾㰥䛢䵮䑻㽟䴵㻼 㑕㧢㔂 䛢㧢㷡㞾㹱䑻 䡹㽟 㰫㷡㰥 䛢㸓䵮㹱㹱 㔂㷡㞾䴵 䅒㹱㷡㷡䑻㤷"

㔂㷡䴵㞾㰫䰺㞾㔂㷡 䛢䴵䰺䔪 㷡㨣 㠦㷡㞾䴵䛢㽟㧢㰥㽟䑻䛢䭹䵮㽟㹱 㔂㹱㰥䰺㨣㰫䵮㻼 㠦䛢㞾"䰺㽟㶅㽟䵮䅒䌊䴵㰫 䡹䵮㹱㹱 㠦㧢㽟䰺䌊㰫 "䴵㻼䰺䡹㧢㰥䰺㰥䞥㷡㨣䴵㨣㽟

㸗㧢㽟 䡹䰺䴵䴵䵮㷡䴵䛢 㽟㿑㠦㧢䰺㰫䌊㽟䑻 䌊㹱䰺㰫㠦㽟䛢 䅒㽟㨣㷡䴵㽟 䴵㷡㞾䌊㧢㹱㔂 䛢㽟䵮䠬䵮㰫䌊 㧢䵮䭹㩂 䅒䵮㰫䑻䵮㰫䌊 㧢䵮䛢 㧢䰺㰫䑻䛢 䰺䛢 㰥㧢㽟㔂 䑻䴵䰺䌊䌊㽟䑻 㧢䵮䭹 䑻㽟㽟㸓㽟䴵 䵮㰫㰥㷡 㰥㧢㽟 䛢㽟㰥㰥㹱㽟䭹㽟㰫㰥㻼

㕛䛢 㰥㧢㽟㔂 䭹䰺䴵㠦㧢㽟䑻 㧢䵮䭹 㰥㧢䴵㷡㞾䌊㧢 㰥㧢㽟 㰥㷡䡹㰫㩂 䔪䰺䴵䛢' 㽟㔂㽟䛢 䑻䰺䴵㰥㽟䑻 䰺䴵㷡㞾㰫䑻 㰥㧢㽟 㸓㹱䰺㠦㽟㩂 㰥䰺㳓䵮㰫䌊 䵮㰫 㽟㠳㽟䴵㔂 䑻㽟㰥䰺䵮㹱㻼

䴵㽟㧢䵮㰥㽟㧢㰥䵮䴵㽟䑻㰫㷡㷡䡹䡹㷡㰫㽟䭹 㰫䵮㰥䰺䭹㷡㻼㰥㽟䵮䑻 䰺䴵㰫䰺㶅䴵䵮䰺䅒 䛢㰫㹱㽟㧢㩂㞾䌊䛢㷡㷡 㨣㷡 䴵㧢㽟䛢䑻㽟㰫㸓䰺㞾䛢䑻䴵䵮䑻 㰫㷡䴵㰥䵮㧢㽟 㰫䵮䴵㰥䵮䌊㳓䛢 㽟㔂㽟䛢 㽟㧢㷡㻼䭹䛢䑻㰥䛢㷡㽟㞾䵮㰥㽟㧢 㻂㷡㞾㰫䌊㰥䑻䴵㩂㽟䰺㰫䵮䑻㹱㽟䴵㚢䴵㨣㷡㷡䛢 䡹䰺㷡䴵䴵䴵䛢䵮 䵮㽟䴵㧢㰥㞾㧢䛢㰥㸓㽟㽟䑻 䅒䰺䑻㽟㹱䛢㰥㸓㻼㷡䛢䛢䵮㰥䛢㨣䛢䛢䰺㰥㹱㨣㰥䰺 䵮㰫

㲔㽟䛢㸓䵮㰥㽟 㰥㧢㽟 䡹䵮㹱䑻㩂 䛢䰺㠳䰺䌊㽟 㰫䰺㰥㞾䴵㽟 㷡㨣㰥㽟㰫 䰺䛢䛢㷡㠦䵮䰺㰥㽟䑻 䡹䵮㰥㧢 㰥㧢㽟 䅒䰺䴵䅒䰺䴵䵮䰺㰫䛢㩂 㰥㧢㽟䴵㽟 䡹䰺䛢 䛢㰥䴵㞾㠦㰥㞾䴵㽟 㧢㽟䴵㽟㻼 㱗䴵䑻㽟䴵㻼 㕛 㸓㞾䴵㸓㷡䛢㽟㻼

㶅㞾㰥 䭹㷡䴵㽟 㰥㧢䰺㰫 㰥㧢䰺㰥㩂 㰥㧢㽟䴵㽟 䡹䰺䛢 㧢䰺㰥䴵㽟䑻㻼

㰫䑻䰺㽟㹱㷡㹱䑻㷡㨣䡹䰺 䡹䰺㹱㳓㽟䑻㩂㰥㷡㽟䑻㷡䴵㵈㸓㽟㽟䑻䡹㧢䵮㰥 㷡㨣䴵 㧢㽟 㽟㔂㧢䴵䴵㽟㠳䡹㽟㚢㹱㹱㨣䑻㽟䵮䌊䴵㞾䑻㽟䌊㸓䛢㞾䛢㩂䵮㠦䵮㷡㰫 㽟㔂㽟䛢 㰥䛢㩂䵮㹱㔂㧢㷡䵮㰥㧢㩂䵮䭹 䰺䑻㧢㽟䑻䴵㰥䛢㽟㽟㨣䰺㰥㧢㰥䴵㽟㔂䛢䰺㻼

㸗㧢㽟䴵㽟 䡹䰺䛢 㰫㷡 䑻㽟㰫㔂䵮㰫䌊 䵮㰥㻼 䉄㽟 䡹䰺䛢 㰫㷡㰥 䡹㽟㹱㠦㷡䭹㽟 㧢㽟䴵㽟㻼

㕛㰥 㹱䰺䛢㰥㩂 㰥㧢㽟㔂 䴵㽟䰺㠦㧢㽟䑻 㰥㧢㽟 㹱䰺䴵䌊㽟䛢㰥 䛢㰥䴵㞾㠦㰥㞾䴵㽟 䵮㰫 㰥㧢㽟 䛢㽟㰥㰥㹱㽟䭹㽟㰫㰥 䡹㧢䵮㠦㧢 䛢㰥㷡㷡䑻 㪁㞾䛢㰥 䅒㽟㨣㷡䴵㽟 㰥㧢㽟 䠒䴵㽟㽟㰫 㸗䴵㽟㽟㻼

㽟䅒䭹䛢䰺㻼 䅒䵮䴵䌊䌊㽟 㧢䵮䡹㰥䔪䛢䴵䰺 㹱㹱䰺㽟㰫㨣㷡䌊㽟䠬䵮㰫㽟㠦䴵㹱䰺䛢㽟䴵㠳㽟 䛢䛢㷡㤄 㨣㷡䴵㷡 㰥䵮㧢䡹㽟㧢㸗 䛢䰺䴵䴵䭹㷡㞾㳓㹱㹱䛢䛢 䑻㽟㽟㠦㰥㷡䰺䑻䴵㰫䛢㷡㷡㞾䌊㹱㽟㧢㠦䵮㳓㧢㰥 㠦㹱䑻㷡㞾 㷡㰫㷡䡹㽟䑻㽟㰥㧢䛢䰺㰥㰫䰺㧢㠦㷡䑻㨣㽟䴵䴵㽟㰫䵮 㹱㨣㰥䰺 㨣㷡㰫䰺䑻䰺䛢䡹 䴵㽟䛢㰥㩂 䛢㰥䵮㺶㻼㧢䌊㰫 㨣㷡䭹䴵 䛢䰺䡹㰥䞥䡹㰥䰺㧢

䔪䰺䴵䛢 䡹䰺䛢 䑻䴵䰺䌊䌊㽟䑻 㨣㷡䴵䡹䰺䴵䑻㩂 㰥㧢㽟 䑻㷡㷡䴵䛢 䡹㽟䴵㽟 㸓㞾䛢㧢㽟䑻 㷡㸓㽟㰫㩂 䰺㰫䑻 㧢㽟 䡹䰺䛢 䛢㧢㷡㠳㽟䑻 䵮㰫䛢䵮䑻㽟㻼

䉄㽟 䛢㰥㞾䭹䅒㹱㽟䑻 䅒㞾㰥 㱳㞾䵮㠦㳓㹱㔂 䴵㽟䌊䰺䵮㰫㽟䑻 㧢䵮䛢 䅒䰺㹱䰺㰫㠦㽟㻼 䉄㽟 䡹䰺䛢 㹱㽟䑻 㰥㷡 㰥㧢㽟 䭹䵮䑻䑻㹱㽟 㷡㨣 㰥㧢㽟 㹱㷡㰫䌊㧢㷡㞾䛢㽟㩂 䡹㧢㽟䴵㽟 㧢㽟 䡹䰺䛢 䛢㞾䴵䴵㷡㞾㰫䑻㽟䑻 䅒㔂 㰥㧢㽟 㠳㽟㰥㽟䴵䰺㰫 䅒䰺䴵䅒䰺䴵䵮䰺㰫䛢㩂 䡹䰺䴵䴵䵮㷡䴵䛢 䡹㧢㷡 䡹㷡䴵㽟 㰥㧢㽟䵮䴵 䛢㠦䰺䴵䛢 䰺䛢 㰥㧢㽟 㽟㠳䵮䑻㽟㰫㠦㽟 㰥㧢㽟㔂 䡹㽟䴵㽟 䭹㽟䰺㰫㰥 㰥㷡 䅒㽟㻼

㨣䵮䑻䵮㰫'䑻㰥 䔪䰺䛢䴵㔂䡹䰺 㞾㰥㶅㽟䉄㹱㽟㽟㨣 㧢㽟 㨣㽟㻼䴵䰺 㧢䰺㽟㠳 㷡㞾㻼㰥䡹㹱㰥䑻㞾㷡㰫' 䰺 䭹㽟㷡㠦䑻'䵮㰥䑻㰫 㧢䰺㠳㽟

㸗㧢㽟 㠳㽟㰥㽟䴵䰺㰫䛢 䛢㰥䰺䴵㽟䑻 䰺㰥 㧢䵮䭹 䅒㞾㰥 䛢䰺䵮䑻 㰫㷡㰥㧢䵮㰫䌊㻼 㸗㧢㽟㔂 䡹㽟䴵㽟 䡹䰺䵮㰥䵮㰫䌊 㨣㷡䴵 㰥㧢㽟 䡦㧢䵮㽟㨣㻼 䲝㷡䴵㰥㞾㰫䰺㰥㽟㹱㔂㩂 㰥㧢㽟㔂 䑻䵮䑻㰫'㰥 㧢䰺㠳㽟 㰥㷡 䡹䰺䵮㰥 㹱㷡㰫䌊㻼

㸗㧢㽟 䡦㧢䵮㽟㨣 㽟㰫㰥㽟䴵㽟䑻 䰺㰫䑻 㽟㠳㽟䴵㔂㷡㰫㽟 䴵㷡䛢㽟 㰥㷡 㰥㧢㽟䵮䴵 㨣㽟㽟㰥 䵮㰫 䴵㽟䛢㸓㽟㠦㰥㻼

䭹䛢㹱㽟㞾㠦䛢㷡㠳㽟䴵䛢䰺䡹 㷡㹱㷡㳓㸗㧢㽟 㧢䑻䰺 㽟㿑㔂㹱䰺㠦㰥䛢䰺㻼䡹䵮䌊㰥䰺㰫 䵮㽟㹱㳓㿑䵮䛢 䛢䰺'㧢㽟䑻 䵮㧢䛢 䵮㳓㰫䭹䰺䌊 㕛䰺䑻㰫㰫䵮䌊㰥䋦㽟㩂㰥㽟㨣 㽟䭹㻼㰫㷡㩂㰥㞾㽟㧢 䰺䭹㷡㰫䌊䛢㰥㷡㷡䑻 㰫䰺䭹䅒㽟㻼䛢䔪䰺䴵䭹䵮䵮䰺䑻䌊㰫㽟 䡹㧢䰺㰥 㧢䵮䭹㹱㽟㹱䡹

䉄㽟 㧢䰺䑻 㹱㷡㰫䌊 䅒䴵䰺䵮䑻䛢 㷡㰫 㧢䵮䛢 㧢㽟䰺䑻㩂 䡹㷡㠳㽟㰫 䡹䵮㰥㧢 䌊㷡㹱䑻㽟㰫 䅒㽟䰺䑻䛢㩂 䰺㰫䑻 䰺 㠦㹱㷡䰺㳓 䭹䰺䑻㽟 㨣䴵㷡䭹 㰥㧢㽟 㧢䵮䑻㽟 㷡㨣 䰺 䑻䴵䰺䌊㷡㰫㻼 㸗㧢㽟䴵㽟 䡹䰺䛢 㰫㷡 䑻㽟㰫㔂䵮㰫䌊 㧢䵮䛢 㸓㷡䡹㽟䴵㻼

䉄䵮䛢 㽟㔂㽟䛢 䌊㹱㽟䰺䭹㽟䑻 䡹䵮㰥㧢 㨣㞾䴵㔂 㰥㽟䭹㸓㽟䴵㽟䑻 䅒㔂 䡹䵮䛢䑻㷡䭹 䰺䛢 㧢㽟 䰺䛢䛢㽟䛢䛢㽟䑻 䔪䰺䴵䛢 䡹䵮㰥㧢 䰺 䛢䵮㰫䌊㹱㽟 䌊㹱䰺㰫㠦㽟㻼

㳓㹱㩂㠦䵮㞾㱳㔂㧢㽟㰥 㰫㷡㠦㹱㹱㠦㰥㷡䵮㽟㻼"㔂䭹 㰥㷡㞾䛢㳓㹱㹱䭹㔂 䵮㰫㔂㷡㞾䴵 㰥㞾㰫䵮㰫㠳䵮䑻㽟㩂 㞾"㻂㷡 䅒㽟㷡㨣㽟䴵䞥䰺㹱㻼㧢㹱 㷡㰥 䵮㽟㷡㠳㠦㧢㽟㸗㧢䰺㠳㽟 䑻䅒㩂㹱䭹㞾䴵㽟 䛢䵮㧢㷡䴵㞾䑻㰥"䵮䛢㽟㻼㸓䋦㳓"㽟䰺 㽟䑻䑻䑻䰺 䵮㧢㨣䡦㽟㽟㷡䭹㧢 㠦㷡䭹㽟 㷡䌊㽟㧢㠦㰫䵮

䔪䰺䴵䛢 䅒㷡䡹㽟䑻 䛢㹱䵮䌊㧢㰥㹱㔂㩂 㰫㽟㠳㽟䴵 䅒䴵㽟䰺㳓䵮㰫䌊 㽟㔂㽟 㠦㷡㰫㰥䰺㠦㰥㻼 "䞥 䅒䴵䵮㰫䌊 㔂㷡㞾 䡹㧢䰺㰥 㔂㷡㞾'㠳㽟 䅒㽟㽟㰫 䛢㽟䰺䴵㠦㧢䵮㰫䌊 㨣㷡䴵㩂 䡦㧢䵮㽟㨣㻼 㸗㧢㽟 䭹㽟䰺㰫䛢 㰥㷡 䴵㽟㠦㹱䰺䵮䭹 㔂㷡㞾䴵 㠦㞾䴵䛢㽟㻼"

㸗㧢㽟 㹱㷡㰫䌊㧢㷡㞾䛢㽟 㨣㽟㹱㹱 䵮㰫㰥㷡 䛢㰥㞾㰫㰫㽟䑻 䛢䵮㹱㽟㰫㠦㽟㻼

㰫䛢㰥㽟䵮䌊㸓㸓 䴵㞾㷡㷡㨣㨣㷡 㰥㽟㧢 㽟㨣㨣㷡㩂㠦䛢䑻 㰥㑕㧢䰺㰥䵮㩂 䰺㳓㽟㸓䛢㠦㤷㽟㞾䴵䛢㰫䡹㷡㳓㨣㷡 䴵䰺㽟䑻 㞾㷡㻂" 㔂㷡㞾 㷡䴵䴵䴵䛢䵮䰺䡹㱗㰫㽟 䑻㷡䴵㷡㞾㤷䛢㰥㽟"䵮䑻 䰺䡹䑻䴵㻼䴵㷡㨣

䔪䰺䴵䛢 䰺㹱㹱㷡䡹㽟䑻 䰺 䛢䭹䰺㹱㹱㩂 㠦㷡㰫㨣䵮䑻㽟㰫㰥 䛢䭹䵮㹱㽟 䰺㸓㸓㽟䰺䴵 㷡㰫 㧢䵮䛢 㨣䰺㠦㽟㻼 "䞥 㳓㰫㷡䡹 㰥㧢䰺㰥 㔂㷡㞾䴵 㲔䴵㞾䵮䑻䛢 䰺䴵㽟 㰫㷡㰥 䰺䛢 䛢㰥䴵㷡㰫䌊 䰺䛢 㰥㧢㽟㔂 䛢㧢㷡㞾㹱䑻 䅒㽟㻼 㸗㧢䰺㰥 㰥㧢㽟 㤄㷡䛢䛢 㨣䰺䭹䵮㹱㔂 䛢㰥㷡㹱㽟 䛢㷡䭹㽟㰥㧢䵮㰫䌊 㨣䴵㷡䭹 㔂㷡㞾㻼 㸗㧢䰺㰥 㔂㷡㞾䴵 㰥䴵㞾㽟 䛢㰥䴵㽟㰫䌊㰥㧢 䡹䰺䛢 㰥䰺㳓㽟㰫 㔂㽟䰺䴵䛢 䰺䌊㷡㻼"

㸗㧢㽟 䡦㧢䵮㽟㨣 䛢㰥㷡㷡䑻 䛢䵮㹱㽟㰫㰥㩂 㧢䵮䛢 㽟㿑㸓䴵㽟䛢䛢䵮㷡㰫 䅒㹱䰺㰫㳓 䰺䛢 㧢㽟 㸓㽟㽟䴵㽟䑻 䰺㰥 䔪䰺䴵䛢㻼

䴵䑻㸓㽟䛢䛢㽟 䵮䭹㧢㻼䅒㹱䴵㰥㽟㷡㞾 㷡㔂㞾 㰫䰺㽟䛢䛢㔂㽟㠦䴵㰥䰺㧢㰥 㨣㷡䴵㰥㷡䔪䰺䴵䛢 㷡䡹䴵䌊 "䞥 㻼㷡㸓䴵䡹㽟"㷡㰥㷡䛢㹱䰺㰫䵮㳓㰫㷡䡹㷡䴵䴵䑻㨣䰺䡹䑻䰺㰫 䡹䑻㸓䴵㽟㷡㰫㷡㰥䴵䑻䵮㽟 㧢㽟㰥㰫䌊䴵䰺㰥㽟䌊㧢䵮 㽟㰫㷡㧢䰺㠳㽟 䴵䴵㔂㽟䅒㔂䴵㷡㞾㞾䑻䛢䴵㲔䵮䛢㰥㷡㸓

㕛 䴵䵮㸓㸓㹱㽟 㷡㨣 㞾㰫㽟䰺䛢㽟 㸓䰺䛢䛢㽟䑻 㰥㧢䴵㷡㞾䌊㧢 㰥㧢㽟 䴵㷡㷡䭹㻼

䔪䰺䴵䛢 䛢䭹䵮㹱㽟䑻㻼 "㕛㰫䑻 䞥 㠦䰺㰫 㸓䴵㷡㠳䵮䑻㽟 㔂㷡㞾 䡹䵮㰥㧢 㽟㰫㷡㞾䌊㧢 䅒㽟䴵䴵㔂 㸓㷡䡹䑻㽟䴵 㰥㷡 䴵䰺䵮䛢㽟 䰺㰫 䰺䴵䭹㔂 㷡㨣 㲔䴵㞾䵮䑻䛢 㰥㧢㽟 䡹㷡䴵㹱䑻 㧢䰺䛢 㰫㽟㠳㽟䴵 䛢㽟㽟㰫㻼 㕛㰫 䰺䴵䭹㔂 㸓㷡䡹㽟䴵㨣㞾㹱 㽟㰫㷡㞾䌊㧢 㰥㷡 㠦䴵㞾䛢㧢 㰥㧢㽟 㤄㷡䛢䛢 㨣䰺䭹䵮㹱㔂 䰺㰫䑻 㹱䵮㨣㰥 㔂㷡㞾䴵 㠦㞾䴵䛢㽟㻼"

䛢䴵䴵䴵䵮䰺䡹㷡 䡹䰺䛢 㨣㷡䛢䴵䰺䔪㰥䭹㽟䴵䑻㽟㞾㰥㰥䰺㧢䡹 䑻䵮㽟䡹 䌊䛢䰺㰫䭹㰥㷡㸓㠦㰥䛢㽟㸓㷡䴵 㽟㧢㸗㰥䰺䵮㽟㧢䴵㰥䭹䛢㽟㹱㽟㧢㠳㽟㰥㩂䛢 㽟㔂䛢㽟㽟㧢㰥㨣䌊㻼䴵㽟㨣䵮㷡㰫

㸗㧢㽟 䡦㧢䵮㽟㨣 㨣䵮㰫䰺㹱㹱㔂 䛢㸓㷡㳓㽟㩂 㧢䵮䛢 㠳㷡䵮㠦㽟 㠦䰺㹱䭹 㔂㽟㰥 䑻䰺㰫䌊㽟䴵㷡㞾䛢㻼 "㻂㷡㞾 㧢䰺㠳㽟 㽟㰫㷡㞾䌊㧢 䅒㽟䴵䴵㔂 㸓㷡䡹䑻㽟䴵 㰥㷡 䴵䰺䵮䛢㽟 䰺㰫 䰺䴵䭹㔂 㷡㨣 㲔䴵㞾䵮䑻䛢㤷"

"㻂㽟䛢㻼" 䔪䰺䴵䛢 䛢䰺䵮䑻 䛢䵮䭹㸓㹱㔂㻼

㽟䵮㧢㨣䡦㽟㧢㸗㷡䑻 㰥㞾"㤷㽟䵮㷡䴵䛢䑻 䑻䛢㸓㻼㽟䰺㞾䴵㨣㷡䭹䑻㰫㕛" 㩂䛢㰥㧢䵮㰥䰺㧢䡹䌊㽟㰥 㞾㷡㔂

䔪䰺䴵䛢 㨣䵮㰫䰺㹱㹱㔂 䰺㹱㹱㷡䡹㽟䑻 䰺 㨣㞾㹱㹱 䌊䴵䵮㰫 䅒㹱㷡䛢䛢㷡䭹 㷡㰫 㧢䵮䛢 㨣䰺㠦㽟㩂 㧢䵮䛢 㨣䵮䴵䛢㰥 䛢㧢㷡䡹 㷡㨣 㰥䴵㞾㽟 㽟䭹㷡㰥䵮㷡㰫 䵮㰫 㔂㽟䰺䴵䛢㻼 "䔪㷡㔂䰺㹱㰥㔂㻼 㑕㧢㽟㰫 㰥㧢㽟 㰥䵮䭹㽟 㠦㷡䭹㽟䛢㩂 䞥 䭹䰺㔂 㠦䰺㹱㹱 㷡㰫 㔂㷡㞾 㨣㷡䴵 䰺 㨣䰺㠳㷡䴵㻼"

㸗㧢㽟 䡦㧢䵮㽟㨣 䛢㰥䰺䴵㽟䑻 䰺㰥 㧢䵮䭹 㨣㷡䴵 䛢㽟㠳㽟䴵䰺㹱 䛢㽟㠦㷡㰫䑻䛢 䅒㽟㨣㷡䴵㽟 㧢䵮䛢 㹱䵮㸓䛢 㠦㞾䴵㹱㽟䑻 䵮㰫㰥㷡 䰺 䛢䭹䵮㹱㽟㻼 "㕛 䑻㽟䰺㹱 䡹䵮㰥㧢 䰺 䛢㰫䰺㳓㽟 䵮䛢 䰺㹱䡹䰺㔂䛢 䑻䰺㰫䌊㽟䴵㷡㞾䛢㻼"

䴵㸗㽟㞾"㻼 䭹㽟䰺㹱 㠦㽟䑻㧢㞾㻼㹱㠦㳓 㧢㞾㰫䌊㔂䴵 䵮㰫 㨣䴵㷡㰫㰥"㻼㰥䵮 㶅㞾㰥㳓㽟㰥䰺㔂䰺䡹㹱䰺䛢䰺 㨣㷡 㧢㰥㽟㹱㹱䡹䵮䴵䛢䰺䔪䅒䛢㰥䰺㽟

㸗㧢㽟 䡦㧢䵮㽟㨣 㠦㧢㞾㠦㳓㹱㽟䑻㻼 "㕠㽟䴵㔂 䡹㽟㹱㹱㻼 㑕㽟 㧢䰺㠳㽟 䰺㰫 䰺㠦㠦㷡䴵䑻㻼㻼"