Dungeon Defense

The way back to your private barracks after the meeting.

Pymon grabs me and drags me into a corner. There are guards on the outskirts of the camp, but Pymon throws them out with a gesture of his hand. As popularity fades, Pymon looks this way.

“I can't admit it! ”

A fire burns deep in Pymon's eyes. Well, you can't look at me that hard. I casually overlooked her gaze.

“You can't admit what? ”

“Don't be ridiculous. Dantalian, it's a massacre. It's senseless and cruel. ”

“Cruel and senseless……. ”

I repeated the sentence from my mouth. It felt like every word stuck to the bottom of my tongue.

Meanwhile, Pymon pulls the jar out of his chest and throws it to the ground. A purple liquid in a glass bottle paints its own magic jeans. Maybe it's magic that blocks the sound from the inside and the outside. I lost all my magic circles, but I was able to make some magic potions. This led to the formation of a lockroom.

I said it calmly.

“We've come too far already to be reluctant to act cruelly. ”

“Tell her she's indiscreet and cruel. Don't deliberately omit it. If there is a cause, then the slaughter will be tolerated. But what's the cause of this operation? ”

Pymon shoots you cold.

“A massacre that simply puts Brittany at risk. It's just a slaughter to win! ”

“A triumph of Republicism, Pymon. ”

“ ……. ”

She and I looked straight at each other. Many conversations crossed without a sound. It was the moment we thought the conversation was over quickly.

─ Oops!

A cheerful sound rang out. I thought so.

“ ……. ”

“ ……. ”

Suddenly, his neck turns to his side. I turn my head again to look at Pymon. There was moisture in her eyes.

As I try to open my lips, Pymon's palm moves again. The sound of skin striking echoes. My neck went back empty again. I turn my head, and Pymon repeatedly flicks his palm. It's been repeated six times.

“The Wicked……! ”

Pymon bites his teeth.

“You deliberately devised the worst way! If you don't think the girl will notice, you're mistaken! Dantalian, you're a villain. War is an evil act of killing people, no excuses. But others are making excuses... for justice, for God, for the country. ”

“ ……. ”

“So you're trying to get rid of all the excuses. What I do must be evil, there's no room for excuses here…… not asking for forgiveness from the victims, not asking for understanding of history, just trying to protect your dog-like innocence! ”

I patted my cheek.

How long have I been slapped in the cheek by someone? No, I've never been hit like this. At least I remember it right away. I was just touching my cheeks, and for some reason, words were pouring out of my mouth.

“So? Am I wrong? Pymon, as you know, I have created a new moon army. Hundreds of thousands of people have died. Okay? Hundreds of thousands. ”

Children, horsemen, humankind, Demihumans, and the Demon King. Killed without hesitation.

“Do I have to say this in front of them? 'I'm sorry, I had my reasons. You had to die. Do I have to say that? Pymon, please respond. Do they have to listen to my excuses? ”

“ ……. ”

“Is it possible in the first place that hundreds of thousands of lives had to die because of me? Ha! That's a big deal. ”

My mouth is killing me.

It wasn't intentional. The voice, the tone, the expression, was out of my control. All right. Let's see what you got. If you can't fight back with your cheeks slapped, then you're a total loser.

“Tell me something in front of 100,000 lives. You were sacrificed for your country, so your death was inevitable. It doesn't matter if it's not a country. Call it justice, call it God, call it Republicism…… That's bullshit! It's all bullshit! The parties can't be convinced! ”

My hand held Pymon's wrist firmly. Break your wrists.

“Hundreds of thousands of deaths are never indispensable. Never! Make fun of me like that in front of the victims…… I won't let you do anything. I swear to God, I will kill every last person in this world! ”

“ ……. ”

“From tomorrow, every sub-city in Parisian rooms will be on fire. ”

I will not stand in the way of old men and women. The good and the evil are not hidden.

The only plan to eliminate Angelita and Agares is to be thorough.

“There should be no excuse for my actions. You don't need to understand! Pymon, do you copy? I killed 100,000 for myself, and this is the only truth - a truth that must be absolutely confirmed! ”

“ ……. ”

“This is not something you want to interfere with. It's a matter between 100,000 lives I killed and me. Do not interfere. ”

I pulled Pymon's wrist down. She stoops to the ground, pushed by my power. Despite her overwhelming power.

She was screaming to get her medicine up and running right now. I dug through my cloak and pulled out the tobacco cane. I tried to hold down the candle in the hole in the pipe, but I stopped missing it. The cigarette rolled to the ground. I picked it up again, but I missed it again.

“Damn it.”

My fingers were trembling. I didn't know if it was the withdrawal or anger. It was just as sure as I was in a fucking mood. I lifted the pipe five times and dropped it. Stupid. No, really stupid... I can only laugh.

I stepped on a pipe. It was specially crafted by pottery artisans in Sachsen. It didn't break so easily. It's just stuck in the ground. Instead of relieving my frustration, I got more angry.

“Phew.”

We can't go crazy. Madness is also an excuse. I know that...... Bear with your anger.

Close your eyes and breathe. Keep it simple: you can control the tremors in your hands. The slayer who slaughtered hundreds of thousands of lives turned out to be a madman. Madness is also a right. I don't have that right....

You settle down a little. I turn my back on Pymon and walk away.

Something grabbed my cloak. Probably Pymon's fingertips. But I took a step without stopping. Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-something

I don't remember much after that. At some point, he had already entered his own barracks. Daisy was reading a book in the barracks. He looked strange when he saw me. I lay down on Mofo without caring.

“Have you lost your medicine, Father? ”

Daisy tells me that I was bent over with my back to Daisy, and her voice was heard from behind.

I muttered with my eyes closed.

“No more drugs. ”

“If my memory serves me correctly, this is exactly the 46th time my father has committed to discontinuing his medication. Three times a dog realizes his mistake, and he thinks there are three days left... ”

“Shut up. I know you're a hotshot. ”

It was quiet.

The sound of Daisy gently handing the bookshelf over to the barracks barely spreads. I lay in Mofo, but I couldn't sleep. At this time, I blamed the Demon King for not needing much sleep. I'd feel refreshed if I slept through it. I felt frustrated.

I muttered as I groaned.

“…… a drink. ”

“Ha.”

You hear a sigh. I didn't want to get mad at it.

Daisy said.

“Father, your scheme is certainly effective. But was it necessary to create a separation between the Republicans and the Royal Party? The Horses slaughter Humans brutally. That alone would put the monarch of Brittany under pressure to take responsibility for the city. ”

“…… stupid. That's how foreign intervention happens. ”

Pressing the Brittany Army is not the sole purpose. The ultimate goal is to isolate Queen Henrietta.

“Republicans take revenge on princes. Such a cause makes it less likely that other countries will intervene. It's only after being massacred by the Horses that the anti-moon army is formed again.... ”

“Of course. But what about the Kingdom of Castilla, even if it is Berniciana Sardinia? ”

“It doesn't matter. Castilla's involvement will make this war an international war. I call upon Sardinia and Bernice for help, and drive Frank himself into chaos…… not bad…. ”

Of course, not the best case. Then the war will be out of my hands. Castilla, Bernicia, Sardinia, and all have nothing to do with me. This is the perfect time for the Republic of Batavia to join...

“You'd better have the Empress or the Emperor for that...... to make sure you take the cause..." ”

“Then, Father, which one of you... ”

Daisy keeps asking me questions. I answered as quickly as I could, but my consciousness became blurry. Even though I was already closing my eyes, I darkened like another eyelid was coming down. I heard something in my ears, but I couldn't understand it anymore.

It was a long time ago that I didn't dream anything.

* * *

The day after the operation is decided. The pillaging massacre was carried out.

Plunder was common in this era. But our army was heavy. Adult men killed women and children in some cases as well. Humans screamed and begged for forgiveness, but our answer was firm.

“Those you killed four years ago would have prayed the same thing. ”

For answering questions.

Humans have been transported from villages and towns near the Parisian room, bound together. They were all tied to a tree and placed in front of the southern gates of the Parisian room. Above the walls, the soldiers of Brittany are clearly bewildered and looking this way.

“These are war criminals who slaughtered innocent people four years ago in the name of only Republicans. There is no question that the person behind the crime is the Queen of Brittany. ”

I spoke loudly through the volume magnification magic tool.

“Lord of Brittany! If you have the least conscience, open the gates and surrender immediately, if you have the courage to confess and accept sins on their behalf. If I have no answer after five hours, I will ask them the sin of the slaughter. ”

As expected, five hours later, there was no response. The soldiers rush back and forth from the walls, but Queen Henrietta does not appear.

“…… Is that the answer, my queen? ”

I glanced over fifty humans hung from a wooden barrel.

There were dozens of faces, who were filled with despair, who closed their eyes and continued to lift up their prayers, who were tired of using evil and shaking their heads. I've ordered my soldiers to stand by them.

“Execute. ”