Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

In a room in the attic of the Duke's mansion in the territorial capital, there was a figure peeking out the view from a brief gap in the curtain that was due. It is the Phantom of the Acting Consul.

The narrow interior was lit only by the light of the orange lamp, and Phantom didn't even care about the darkness of the room or anything, staring into his eyes and just gazing out the window.

"... we have to stop him somehow"

Since Fried's return, the territory where violence has spread (habi) has become chaotic.

The Freed way of taking away all the donations that Phantom has made so far, developing new businesses, reducing taxes, and pursuing only monetary income, treated the people entirely as a tool.

Now that the territory is in distress and the people are fumigating anxiety and hatred, it can't even work where we have such an unscrupulous policy. Production and monetary revenues declined, and the rebellion of the inhabitants became more intense every day.

In contrast, Fried relentlessly responds with violence, laying the fear politics of further strengthening repression. In such a negative chain, what I was afraid of finally happened.

(Will the people of the North be safe...)

The village that started this uprising was a settlement that Fried said he would pioneer a few months ago and started running under his own direct authority.

Phantom independently recommended the investigation, anxious that Fried was hiding from the good because he would cover up the village's information too thoroughly.

And I know it. Illegal liquor manufacturing and trafficking taking place in the village, human trafficking rampant, villagers bizarre, plus what the hell is going on in Deanne's Rose Garden......

(You can't be stuck here forever...)

Realizing that Phantom had learned the truth, Fried had suddenly convicted Phantom at an in-territory trial wearing a stigma as “the culprit who stormed the main house and made territorial management difficult” and imprisoned him in an attic in the Duke's residence.

Fried doesn't hesitate to ask who he would be if he decided he was against him. Numerous subordinates were now executed for mouth sealing. Had Phantom not had the title Uncle, he might have already been erased from the world.

Now that riots were breaking out in the realm, Phantom couldn't help but be concerned about how the village and the people were doing, but made himself anxious to feel powerless, unable to move freely.

I want to stop this chain of tragedies somehow. It didn't matter to Phantom that he was part of the Duke's family, etc. I was also prepared to be punished in a syndicate.

What can we do to show the people a peaceful life and a fair trial in order not to increase any further sacrifices….

(We need to get out of this mansion and uncover his guilt...)

The western horizon swallowed up the sun, as it mocked in Phantom's heart like that.

"Master Fried, that's right. The reward doesn't go away, so morale goes down."

"Contract defaults will be mutual. Why don't we crack down on the fools first and get some results? I want you to do something worthy of the reward."

In the office of the Knights of Black Steel, the Knights and Fried were in the process of considering securing hardware and financial resources as they indulged in the riot's war situation.

The front yard, visible through the window, became noisy. Screams, explosions, and various sounds come through the window.

"... oh, that's him. Dear Fried, you're an uninvited guest."

said the captain, who glanced out the window, chipping his tongue.

Fried looked out with him, and there was a Drossel walking with silver hair in the wind.

"Dear Drossel... Damn it, even yesterday in the village next door, my monkey met my scattered eyes..."

That being said, the captain glanced at the Duke's Lady, who abominably came to the front door.

"You, you can deal with them. Pull yourself together and stop. Then I'll increase your share and reward."

I immediately took my gaze off the window and Fried said so as if it didn't matter.

"Huh? Is that okay? Aren't you Mr. Fried's sister?

"That's not my sister or anything. You can do whatever you want."

"Hehe, I understand. Then I'll let you do whatever you want. Please keep your promise of reward, okay?

Poking his fingers, the captain left the room, hoisting his nibble and mouth corner.

"Dear Fried, were you sure?

There were those who spoke to Fried looking out the window again.

When I turned around, there stood a strange figure who covered his entire body with a white cape and hood. The face could not be seen hidden in the hood, only the mouth depicting a loose curve could barely be seen.

"What. You, Shirokalas."

But Fried wasn't otherwise surprised. Since his return to the territory, Fried and this person have met several times through a medium called the Knights.

The white-knuckled man, known as the Shilokharas, approaches to Fried, but stops at a distance beyond Fried's reach.

"I don't mind. I'm already out of the Duke's house, it's none of my business. Besides, I'm not blind because I get in my way."

"This is... excuse me"

This man...... Shirokalas was a man somewhere out of grasp. All I know is that this man is a monk belonging to the White Order and that he vigorously circles the territory in an effort to heal the people, and that he also comes from time to time to preach against the faithful who are within the Knights of Black Steel.

"But, Master Fried, do you really think that Lord Drossel can be with the Captain?

……

I know the rumors that Fried and Drossel use strangely powerful magic. I had also received a report the other day about the incident in the village and didn't think the captain could beat her.

However, Fried was unable to read the purpose of this Order. This Order already seems to have grasped that Drossel has enormous power from the sirocrow's mouthfeel.

"... Damn, those are early ears. It won't matter to you."

"Without saying so. All saints in heaven are in sight. Your impatience, your anger, it's trying to burn you out of it."

"A big favor. Will you leave me alone?"

Freed, who doesn't like to be interfered with by people, tries to refuse, but Sirocrow continues his words with his small, neck shaking sideways.

"Follow our teachings and the saints will give you strength. Your will will certainly be accomplished."

……

"Master Fried was chosen to receive your protection... so this is how I came before you. Let us bring out the power of the miracle."

A mouth peeking from the hood depicts the third moon. To that whispering word Fried turned the silo crow.

"...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Yeah, of course. Swear to the saints. There is no falsehood in my words. With the blessing of the saints, there will be no one to block your path."

With his right hand on his chest, Sirokarus smiled as he prayed to God. Stay guided by the saints...... yes, whining.

"... has this cleared it all up?

Return the Knights who came out to intercept to the table from one end, and Leticiel checks the perimeter. Until earlier there were a large number of Knights here, but now they can't all stand down on the ground.

Coming all the way to the front door of the Knights headquarters, Leticiel glances up at the building and pushes open both open doors.

"Oh, my lady! I've been waiting for you."

When I opened the door and went inside, a big man with a flexing body of round pruning head sat fluttering back on the central staircase that spread out in front.

"Master Fried tells me you can do whatever you want, I feel bad -..."

"... alas, Fried is here? That's just fine."

With a chilling grin on his mouth, the captain tickled his tongue at the girl who blocked his own words and replied pale. That attitude that was not in my eyes, such as myself, irritated me sexually as if I were being looked down upon.

"Little girl, now is the time to lose your temper, right?

He was only the head of the mercenary regiment at the bend, and the head of the regiment was quite confident in his arms. The captain pulls out the great sword he carries on his back.

"You're gonna regret this pissing me off!

At the same time as he finishes saying that, the captain stuffs his distance from the girl in an instant and waves down the sword he wields as much as he wants. He didn't suspect that this blow would settle everything.

But I didn't hear the vivid sound of the meat cutting, which the captain had expected, and instead the tall collision sound of hitting something hard sounded slightly louder echoing the hall with the high ceiling.

"Heh... it was a little heavier than I expected."

Beyond the translucent thin junction, Leticiel muttered so with a totally unchanged attitude and expression. For what I'm saying it's heavy, there's not one crack in her junction.

"Come on! Who the hell are you, man!

That's how the captain screams and tries to push the sword in, but the great sword that the junction is shining light on and hitting the junction bounced back like a toy.

"Ki, you!

The captain of the regiment, who realized that the Great Sword could not be used, threw it away, and now he was beaten to death by Leticiel.

But naturally the fist never reached Leticiel, and before reaching the juncture the captain fell to the spot with a severe pain in his leg. Leticiel used magic and broke his leg.

"Now, where is Fried? Where, can you tell me?

Leticiel asks as he approaches the captain, who fell and lay on the ground step by step. As Leticiel progresses, the commander moves his broken leg diligently to try to back off, while that distance shrinks.

"You don't have to ask that man."

……

That's when Leticiel's ears hear someone's voice and a faint wind-cut sound.

Activating junction magic before turning around behind him and avoiding it to the side, the wind blade passed where Leticiel was until a few seconds ago, slamming a bakier dull sound on the ground, as well as carving an elongated scar.

"Heh, you don't want to avoid the blow right now. How long have you been wearing those moves?

When Leticiel turned to the words he heard with the applause, there was a look of Fried on the dance floor of the central staircase.

"Fr, Dear Fried! He came to help me..."

"Will you shut up about the unusable garbage?

Light returns to the captain's eyes for a moment in Fried's appearance, but Fried truncated him with a sword in his hand without a glance at the captain.

Leticiel's eyes sharpen on Fried, who abandons and pawns those who were in a cooperative relationship with him.

"Hey, Drossel. I abandoned the Duke's house. What kind of blow is it that you're going home? Don't play around here, why don't you go home in the suburbs of Wangdu?

Applause for the fun, Fried grins invincibly and slowly descends the stairs with a relaxed foothold.

Behind him was also a figure in a white cape following at a little distance. I don't know his face or gender because of his hood about the person, but he has a strange form of emblem down his neck.

I only feel hostility from Fried's words, but the fact that he has shown himself in this way means he understands Leticiel's purpose. Yet this attitude and spare was so unnatural that it was out of place.

What are you up to, Leticiel glances at Fried with vigilance.

"You're out-of-heart to be treated like a bad guy. Don't stare at me like that. I'm taking care of your safety. [M] He would be a gentle brother."

With a ruthless smile on his face, Leticiel nearly blue-faced his temples.

This man has done all this evil, and he declares that he is not evil.

"You used to say those words. How many people do you think suffered as a result of your actions? You really have rotten sexual roots that you can't tell the difference between good and evil."

"You don't know. People are tools for making money, aren't they? Where he's dead, there's as much change as there is."

Leticiel clenches his fist so much that blood seeps into Fried, who throws up like he doesn't care about the bottom of his heart.

I really want to silence the man in front of me right now, but when I leave him to anger and run wild, he also causes damage to the village. Leticiel manages to quell the surrounding magic vegetables that are just before the runoff.

"Well, I don't care what you think of me. Because you can't beat me anyway. As long as I have this sword."

That being said, Fried stroked one of the swords in his hand and gave him a grin of victory as he looked down at Leticiel.

"............ what is that sword?

I can't read Fried's intentions and Leticiel frowns in surprise.

"Oh, is that it? This is a precious relic left behind by the saints who pass it on to this land."

In response to Leticiel's inquiry, Fried touches the treasure sword with a niggling grin.

Thinking from Fried's attitude and words and deeds, perhaps this treasure sword seems like a source of his confidence, but it didn't look like the sword was anything special to Leticiel.

There is certainly no waste in the decoration of pure white sheaths and patterns, and there is a divinity that seems to have some special power, but that's just the outside.

You know what I mean? This sword houses the protection of the saints who used it. In response to the celebrations of the chosen one, give them strength. "

"You can't imagine a saint helping someone like you. If there's such a favorite saint, it's not a saint, it's a devil's incarnation mistake."

Leticiel hits the word like a heartfelt disdain for Fried, who runs incredible things.

Leticiel doesn't think he's saying the wrong thing. There can't be a saint or something that helps a bad guy like Fried, that's what I'm serious about.

"That's a terrible story. Saint Leticielle is a sacred saint whom everyone worships if he lives in this part of the world."

That's why I had to force the name of the saint who jumped out of Fried's mouth to swallow words that came up to my throat.

(Saint.................. Lettie...... Siel......?

You can't even mishear me. Because that's the name I was called a thousand years ago, and it's still my name that lives in this flesh.

(Ha......?! Me, I've never used such an unproductive sword... not!

Unexpectedly pulling back a thought circuit that diverged from reality.

That's all Leticiel had been devastated by. If what Fried says is true, it will be Leticiel himself who is empowering Fried.

Leticiel is terribly unpleasant and unforgivable that his name is used under such circumstances, but it is also possible that he is a different person of the same name. No... I want to think so.

The homeland of the Kingdom of Regeneroses was far northwest of here, but there are many concerns as to why the name "Leticiel” is spreading in the area.

Let's just focus on Fried now. And after everything's cleared up, I'll make you throw up all washed up. That's what Leticiel decided to do to his heart.

"It doesn't look like a powerful thing to me. Are you going to use swordsmanship to fight?

"Well, you don't see the beauty of this sword? That's too bad. After all, I am the chosen sword."

Fried's eyes, who talk like that in a sneaky way somewhere, emit a dangerous light. I've only met my brother about twice since I was reincarnated, but still Leticiel realized he's not normal now.

"You... what the hell did you do?

"Come on...... I wonder what. You see that with your own eyes!

Fried takes the treasure sword beside him, grips the pattern and pulls it out of his mind.

The moment the sword appeared out of its sheath, an intense light burst into the room that just burned everything down. In that much glare, Leticiel covers his eyes with his arms.

After a while the light disappeared softly as the waves drew.

When I opened my eyes, there stood a fried with a sword, but on my right hand with a sword stood something like a black sword, clutching together. It swoops like a snake, and crawls up and spreads its shoulders like swallowing a fried.

Fried was smiling unchanged, but his eyes were not in focus.

The next moment Leticiel felt something was wrong, Fried mumbled some incomprehensible words with Mogomogo and kicked the ground with momentum.

Leticiel doubts his own eyes for a moment as to whether he is truly fried by its faster than expected speed and leg strength.

Kickin '!

In the critical position on the front of Leticiel, Fried's sword waved down hits junctional magic to sound heavy.

(... what, this power?!

It could have been prevented by junctional magic, but Leticiel heard his own junctions roar against his opponent for the first time since he came to this age.

That's all, Fried's blow was heavy. I don't think it's magic at all. The magic of this era is not even superior enough to make such powerful moves. Leticiel heightened his vigilance.

I also feel like it resembles Eddie's used juncture around crushing strange words, but I only find it disastrous in Fried's power.

Leticiel looks up at the central stairwell dance floor, gazing at the chance to strike back while not attacking.

To overlap behind Fried, the accompanying white cloak was still observing this battle.

The person did carve a three-day moon shape in his mouth under the hood, even though he was sumptuous in the dos blacks brewed by Fried and stirred by the wind in his cape.

Zoe ran something cold on her back. That's him. That must have been the one who caused Fried to gain odd power. For some reason, I could instinct that.

(That sword... the hell...)

There was no time to relax and think, and Leticiel was bound to take the attack of Freed, who carried out the slaughter at a speed unlikely to be human.