Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

In the world, the right thing doesn't necessarily go through. I know that.

- Will Roxanne throw up anything?

"Yes. We deny the Summoning of the Demon Dragon, nor our intimate contact with the Demon King. Even if I show you the evidence, it will just be shiny..."

But it's inseparable. I want to make a mistake right. So I find myself frustrated with people who don't correct mistakes or admit it.

Even if that's my own ex-fiancée - no, I guess it's my ex-fiancée that makes me unnecessarily frustrated.

"I guess I don't know where I stand"

That's what the Holy King says as he entertains the paper depicted by the magic formations of the demonic dragon summons in a boring way. That piece of paper, painted without the madness of the dimensions, is proof that Roxanne was made in order to lock him in a cell.

(I thought if I had it, I'd admit it.)

There was no doubt that Roxanne was trying to summon the demon dragon. There were testimonies from the daughters that they were taking books of that kind out of the library, and that they were immersed in not abandoning them alone.

My parents' Fuska family is covering their daughter, saying it's an investigation for the Devil's Dragon Crusade, but it's obvious to everyone that the aim is Sarah. We had to do something about it before the danger spread.

That's why I really struck my hand before summoning the demon dragon.

Even though he knows he can't be Roxanne, such as the summoning of a captive dragon, Ares thinks it's a sin in itself to bring it back.

"I don't mind, but shouldn't I torture you to make you throw up? If the Demon King put you up to it, you can be warm."

I thought Roxanne would confess right away from her safekeeping if she followed the evidence, but Roxanne keeps telling me she doesn't know anything about a demon dragon summons, or a demon king. It was surprising that the answer was the same, even if it induced the Demon King, or Baal, to dye his hands for such evil. I read that I was bound to impersonate someone with responsibility, but that came off.

Hopefully, here she is, the unusable woman who can't make it, even though she wants to make the conclusion that the Demon King used the Demon Dragon to target the Ashmail Kingdom immobile. I don't even feel motivated by emotion.

"It's about the guard that said he was the demon king, but I just received an answer from the empire of Hermeia. Through Queen Housel, to be exact."

"Really? What?"

"I don't know such a person, let's just say. The demon king is definitely in the empire of Hermeia."

"What?"

Ares looked up unexpectedly to an answer that was not what she expected.

"That can't be right. Dark hair, red eyes, isn't that the hallmark of the Demon King?"

That's what I taught you, a messenger from Queen Hausel, who is secretly staying at Ares' mansion.

"Well sure, but it wouldn't be strange to have a red-eyed man with dark hair besides the Demon King"

"No...... no, that's the Demon King! Never."

"Why can you say all that?"

Unexpectedly try to answer and pull your mouth together. Unconsciously, he touched the bracelet he put on his right arm.

(Since that man showed up, the resistance of the demon dragon has ceased to be the norm. I'm trying to get to the Demon King even if he's invaded by demonic incense... he seems calm now though)

You feel it from this bracelet that's sealing the dragon - there's no way I can tell you that.

"If you are going to declare war on the Empire of Hermeia, give conclusive proof that that escort is the Demon King, and connects the Demon Dragon with the Demon King"

…… I get it. Must. "

I thought it would fit. It's time to unleash the final decision.

It is a decision to expose this country to the day that it cannot be defended by a weak-hearted Holy King.

(- Do you want to use what that guy says?)

"Dear Baal, I think it's time to do the divine sword restoration. Ritual permission."

"Oh, let's leave it to it. Make sure you succeed. - Ares by the way, you know. I hear Roxanne's not picturesque at all."

"What?"

Baal grinned back thinly as he suddenly gave him a face wondering what he was talking about.

Breathtaking for a moment under barometric pressure by its colorful, noble eyes.

"It's bullshit, never mind. Enough."

Drop your head again and exit from the throne room so you can be ashamed of hitting it for a moment.

Waiting outside was a squire hired in a while ago.

The arm of the sword is refreshing, but since Ares' own arm stands, he puts it aside with the importance of his head turning more than that.

The muscles that bind Roxanne were also put up by this man.

"Isaac. I had the permission of the Holy King. Perform the ritual of restoration of the Divine Sword"

"Really? Then we'll decide tomorrow. Procurement of weapons and other things."

Ares, who was walking down the hallway, stopped by surprise at the words and glanced.

"That doesn't give me time to take Roxanne's confession. What are we gonna do there?"

"You don't need to confess. What matters is the production. The people want an easy answer to who protected and saved this country."

Pippy Isaac raised his index finger.

"First, let the demon dragon take over the body of the demon king and intrude into the ceremonial venue of the divine sword restoration. And from his mouth, let him speak of his relationship with the Queen. Now it becomes clear to everyone that the Demon King is using the dragon to destroy this country, and that there was a guide for Roxanne the Queen."

Raise your fingers with the second and third bottles, and the explanation continues.

"I will give the Holy King a divine sword to kill even more demons. Of course it's not real. It's a forgery prepared by Queen Housel."

- You can't kill a demon king with something like that.

"Exactly. At that point the Holy King proves unfit to have a divine sword. King disqualified. Even in the sense that I couldn't stop the Queen. I couldn't save the country, show it off and then kill it. And then you make it look like Sarah fixed it again, and you sift the real sword, and you seal the dragon with every demon king - a replication of the legend."

Legend. In the words, the back of my heart exalted.

"The place of the ritual will be fine in the rear palace. Expanding the range makes extra sacrifices and sounds like later"

"You think it's gonna sound like later?

"Because the greater the damage, the more certain it will be to come and the spearhead will turn to the new king. Then you should stage the rear palace from the beginning and confine your sacrifice to the relics of the former Holy King alone. It will be easy to understand that the previous Holy King is the only one who has lost everything, even as a good punishment."

I see. I nodded.

Certainly sacrificing an innocent people, even if it's the only thing left, seems like the rest is trouble.

"I'm ready. If there's anything to be anxious about - right, is it the Demon King after all? Though I can't use my magic, I thought I'd beat him up and weaken him just in case."

Ares nods at the suggestion with a refreshing smile.

"Right. I'll leave it to you around here."

"It's up to you. I'll make it work."

On the day of his success, it is he who is sitting on the throne.

In suppression of the exaltation that awakened from the back of his chest, Ares nodded back.