This is true for ordinary people, and the same is true for officials and lords.

I brought not only this group of people, but also several factions.

There are so many people I have brought who can change, they will never let go and let these people take power, you must know that now Baratheon has begun to take shape, it is absolutely impossible for them to establish a similar force outside, and Baratheon has been able to develop so far, thanks to their efforts, to let them give the results to others?

It's impossible to think about it.

They won't leave, and it's inevitable that they will hand over power, but the consequences of my doing so are also very obvious.

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Pitch black quagmire?

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This is the best solution I can think of.

And we're already in the dark, drowning or moving forward.

Blindly sticking to the rules will only allow you to slowly decay.

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After that, I was taken away by the house that I had driven to.

The two of us sat facing each other back in the central hall.

House's expression didn't read any emotion.

The tone was also the same as usual, with no feeling of anger at all.

"Lancelot, why are you doing this, you should know the cost of doing this."

"I've had enlightenment a long time ago."

"So I ask you, why do you do this!"

"House, you're being hollowed out right now, and I won't allow this to continue."

"Although I am gradually losing my apparent power, my influence in Baratheon is still unshakable, and even if I hand over the real power in my hands and retreat into the background, they will not be able to completely empty me, and I will always maintain my influence."

"House, the methods they will use are much dirtier than you think, don't believe the words of those politicians, they have nothing but lies."

"And what about the politicians you brought with you? What else do they have but lies?"

House also sensed the future of Baratheon, the possible situation in the future.

Is she mad at me for that?

"House, I think you can get us out of this difficult situation."

"Trust me?!"

As House stood up, the wooden chair made a distinctive drag sound.

I also heard it - a crisp sound.

I didn't feel any pain, but my face was tilted to the side.

Is this being beaten?

There was no anger, and no urge to fight back.

I looked at the House.

"Why?"

"Do you remember the question you asked me?"

"Questions? What's the problem?"

"Forgotten? It doesn't matter, I'll ask you again now what your wish is!"

"Wish? My wish? Is that the problem? I don't think my answer is going to change from before, I don't know, I don't know what I expect or what I need to think about."

"Do you remember what you said about me? There is no way to hide your true nature, just like you can't hide your true thoughts, do you really believe me? Lancelot I can endure everything, but I will never allow it, the people I trust, deceive me, I ask one last time, what is your desire?"

Look into the eyes of the House.

It was the first time I felt this special feeling.

Why- I'm thinking about these things, why - I'm doing these stupid things.

Is it for Baratheon?

No—I don't understand, those politicians can't completely take away everything House has in Baratheon.

And this act will make me give everything in the game.

What exactly am I doing this for? What is there that is so valuable that drives me to do these things.

For a moment, the brain went blank.

It's like I pick up a pen and look at a piece of paper.

I want to write something, but I can't express it.

I was so depressed that I had to stop breathing.

Give up - I - give up, don't think about it, go with the flow, live each day, that's enough.

What about escaping from unhappy things? Why do I have to face so many insults, so many threats, so many warnings every day?

What am I for?

It's not worth it — yes, I'm not worth it for myself.

But that's what I do, and even if it's not worth it, I should write about it.

These are the missions of our writers, and the value of our existence is the meaning.

Even if the meaning is not understood? Even if this sense would expose me to persecution? Even if that meaning costs me my life?

Religion is really the most hated and stubborn disease I hate.

Why should I civilize a group of unreasonable people?

I just need to take care of myself, right?

No – writing is the meaning of my existence, and if I only take care of myself, then my existence has no meaning.

No - don't take care of those people, they don't have the value of existing, let them go into that dead end, let them fend for themselves.

No way! In this way, the pain will spread endlessly, and the cancer will spread.

Do you really think you can save them? Do you think you can save them? By book? Through literature?

Even if it's just one person, it's valuable.

This value is too cheap, these people, most likely the people who want to kill you, even if they change, they will not thank you, just like the students who are educated, how many still have respect for the teacher? Even if it's someone who changed your life, you won't respect it, and so are you, and so are they.

Literature should not be extravagant in return, we just need to show our correct cognition, and that is enough.

What a greatness, modern Bethune? How many people do you think will approve of you? How many people will thank you?

I don't need to be thanked, as long as I can influence so many people, that's enough.

Your path lies in never-ending darkness.

"Isn't there anything I can deny about that?"

「Lancelot。」

"House, my wish, probably just to get myself recognized, I've done so much, it looks like it's all for you, in fact, it's all for myself, in order for myself to be recognized by more people, I-"

"Enough Lancelot, I understand your thoughts, but I think that a person, in his life, does not need to be recognized by too many people, only a few people who really know you recognize you, it is enough."

"Will you approve of me?"

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"Lancelot, you are my knight, if you can't even see your knighthood, then I am not worthy to be the one you take your oath, I hit you not because you did something wrong, if you want to do this, at least tell me, at least, let me send you."

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(End of chapter)