Herscherik

I heard several people rushing to the footsteps when I thought I heard yelling outside the room, and Hershelik lurked his brow as he sat in the chair. Immediately afterwards, the door of the room opens up vigorously, and one man dyed his face in the rage of a well-shaped middle meat enters the room and closes the door with momentum. The man rushed to fix the shitty noise, when Hershelik dived further into his eyebrows, putting a makeup laugh on his face.

"My lord Hershelik, I am sorry to be seated in the middle. Sorry for the rush again. Apparently, the neighborhood's hungry ghosts did evil, and there was a voyeur noise in the garden..."

Yes, the man bends his spine and bows, while pointing a glance at Hershelik. Taking that gaze, Hershelik made an unpleasant look without the usual shards of goodness of affection, but never opened his mouth.

The place is a room lit with dim lighting of a mansion in Wangdu Noble Residence. There were four men indoors, including the man.

I'm guessing the furniture was put up for sale. It was clothed so as not to wear dust, but there was no cloth in the chair where Hershelik was sitting and at the table in front of him, instead a single document was placed.

(That's quite a few...)

Remembering that more than five people were wrong even before they could follow us here, Hershelik leaks his inner sigh. I'm watching the escape gap, but even if I could get out of here well, it was obvious I'd be caught before I went outside.

Ignoring such Hershelik's mood, the man refers to the documents on his desk.

"Now, Your Highness, this is a continuation of what you just said. All you have to do is ask His Highness to sign this document.

"Say no."

Hershelik rejects him with a sharp gaze and short words, laughing lovingly.

The paperwork the man pointed to was unusual, no matter what.

First of all, the written down contents were not normal. The contents are that he is guilty of a crime and that he will promise to hold important positions in the country in the future. In addition, the documents glow in a suspiciously light purple color. It was a testament to the imposition of one of the magic spells of the operating system.

(There's no magic, so if it's magic, it's over.

Hershelik, who teaches magic from a magical geek teacher named Shilo even without magic, soon found out that he should not sign that document.

Within operating magic, magic that acts on the spirit of others has a low success rate. The reason is simple, because the magic of the person acts as an armor that can repel the magic of spiritual manipulation. Normally, if there is a strong will on the part of the person, the manipulative magic rarely occurs. But in Hershelik's case, there is no magic to be that armor, and furthermore, the spells carried out via objects, even in the magic of mental manipulation, have a comparatively higher success rate than others. There are also pocket watches of silver ancient beauty where the magic of the junction is remembered for the time of need from Shiloh, but if it is physical magic, the raven is not useful for horns or spells. So Hershelik had no choice but to continue to make a resolute refusal.

I had already had this interaction alone for over an hour. A man with a loving laugh finally peeled off his skin and slapped his eyebrow lifting machine vigorously against Hershelik, who was not willing to sign at all.

"Does His Highness forsake His Highness even if His Highness is suffering!?

"Suffer? Forsake?

Hershelik's mouth angle rises sarcastically like it's too selfish.

"I do not consider anyone who was indebted from his own greed and had repaid it by embezzlement from the treasury to be under the kingdom. How many people do you think suffered because of your misguided embezzlement of the budget, Viscount Golton?

Hershelik said to let it go.

This Viscount Golton was a man who worked in the Treasury Office of the Legal Department until he was discovered guilty. Hershelik dragged the books to justice without mercy because he had altered them so well that he had deceived the treasury.

The Viscount, who had received Hershelik's icy gaze, shut his mouth only for a moment, but stuck to the defeat and Hershelik.

"It's a trivial thing! Others besides me have done so, and many have embezzled! Yet………"

"Viscount Golton, this is not a matter of high or low amounts.

Hershelik continues his words, as he teaches his deaf child.

"Whether I sheltered you now or said it was a wrongful crime, I already have all the evidence. You have embezzled the treasury and been brought to justice. I won't cover that fact.

The sentence has already been finalized, and Viscount Golton should have been repaying the treasury he had embezzled so far. I could tell from his condition that he had forcibly confiscated his personal belongings.

Hershelik then moves his gaze and sees a man observing himself from the corner of the room. There was a shady man who wore glasses and lost weight. The man looked familiar.

"Besides, I didn't know you were working with the gold lenders.

The man was a sharp lender. A man who was an executive of a yakuza-like dark organization who lent money to people who had trouble gasping for poverty and demanding extrajudicial interest.

The victims had to live a more painful life than before they borrowed money because some of the officers of the police station had been bought to sue the organization.

"I thought you came last time?

Yes, Hershelik says, a man lurks his eyebrows. It should also be that Hershelik did not get a tiger child if he wanted to go to the tiger hole where he had previously been to fit the minister, abbreviated as Operation Tiger Hole, which this man ran with the appearance of a good trader, and the back of which is crushing the high-interest lending dark organization. The organization was also connected to Barbasse.

Last time I drove the high-interest lending business behind me to unreleaseable, but apparently it was sweet. The guys with Barbasse gone and no more powerful backshields seemed to make this guy their next parasite.

"...... then why is the royalty living unchanged and exhausted!?

"The royal family is luxurious?

Hershelik tilted his neck adorably at Viscount Golton's roaring repudiation.

"Say something funny.

Hershelik laughs with his nose and continues his words.

"No royalty lives as luxuriously as you think.

Certainly more luxurious than the average person. But I haven't spared a dozen liquors worth five gold coins in a bottle like every night, or been interested in high rate gambling, or borrowed and embezzled from the treasury because of it.

"Besides, this is a king-dominated country. The royal family is responsible for the life of the country and all its citizens... are you willing to despise the pinnacle of the country?

Of course we should be cautious about the luxury of going too far. It should be as good as anything. But the royal family is the face of the country. What would the people think if the face of that country were worn out?

Everyone in the royal family is grateful to the people. I believe it is my duty to protect that people. And I think I have to atone for the sin of letting the minister go wild, and I'm taking action.

Hershelik was quietly angry with a chilling grin when he told his precious family that he was equal to his desire for this man.

"Let's ask the other way around.

A voice from a grin was a chilled voice that lowered the temperature around it to below freezing point,

"What have you done to your country to gain luxury?

What was this man doing when his father was forced to sit on the throne, took his father, brother and daughter, took his family hostage, and had no choice but to endure suffering?

"What have you done besides hide behind Barbasse and devour luxury?

It was an inquiry, but it was also a plea of not guilty.

Viscount Golton turned his face bright red and shook up his arms. Reflectively, Hershelik raises his arm to cover his face and the impact runs and is thrown to the floor. The sound of the chair falling was at the same time that I was slapped on the floor.

"You hungry bastard! Hey, get me a magician! Brainwash."

Looking down at the fallen Hershelik, Viscount Golton screams at the gold-lending man.

"The seventh prince cannot do without magic. It would be nice to have magic. Moreover, there is a great deal of trust from the royal family and from the people.

Viscount Golton floats a brutal scowl. Let's get to it, and let's get to the guy with the money.

"As long as this prince is here, so am I."

"Be Barbasse's cauldron?

Hershelik raised his upper body as he rubbed his arm to block Viscount Golton's words.

"I can't. At least he is……………."

And he smiled and smiled superbly like a heavenly servant.

"I was much better, more competent, and more cunning than you. Even if the heavens and the earth are turned upside down, to the extent that you can only grab a child by the sweetness of a loan of gold.

At the next moment Hershelik lays on the floor like crawling. At the same time, the door opened and a storm broke out indoors.

Viscount Golton shelters his face with his arms. And when the storm stopped, I was stunned to look around at what was going on indoors.

All the men on the loan were crawling on the spot. Are you unconscious or not working with Pickle? That's not all. On the side of the gold-lending man stood a young man with blue hair with a stick as long as he was tall, and a young man with dark hair who came in a black outfit, not to say black all over himself and the prince.

"So, who is it!?

The question is ignored.

"Hershey, are you hurt?

"I'm fine because I just hit you a little bit, thank you. That was faster than I thought. Thank you, too, Ao.

Young man in black...... Hershelik thanks as Cro wakes him up to help. Ao just snorts too.

"How did you break in!? The watchman is…………………………."

"It's all driven out by boya noise, isn't it stretching in the garden by now?

The first indoor return to Viscount Golton's words was a woman's voice. The Lord of his voice enters the room from the door that is left open.

"Mr. Krenai.

"Prince, you're safe. More importantly.

Krenai thanks him for his usual smile when he calls his name. I've had a lot to ask, but for now I think it's time to get this thing sorted out, and Hershelik gives Kro instructions.

"Cro, you can't kill me. I can't believe I killed you and made it easier for you, because I don't have to.

"As you wish."

After a brief reply, it goes without saying that Crowe instantly wrapped the frightening Viscount Golton around him.

"Have mercy... have mercy!

Viscount Golton, wrapped around a rope, sat in a chair and sat down on Hershelik, who had finished treating his arm beaten from Khlo. A policeman had already arrived, and all the loans and flavours had been recovered, and it was this man who was left behind.

"Hey…………"

Hershelik slurps at the middle-aged man who begs for his life, even as he messes his face up with tears and snot.

"I thought I gave you a chance once?

We also knew that some of the sums he embezzled were flowing to Barbasse. It wasn't enough to confiscate all his personal belongings. But still, I didn't confiscate everything, so I could have a minimum of my life. That's not just him.

Some of the humans who put their shoulders in Barbasse did not go on their own. Some people had no choice but to fear and obey Barbasse. So I took care that I could have a minimum life, and I worked hard to get out of it.

While Hershelik realized he was sweet, he also gave opportunities to those who had dyed their hands in evil, except for some.

But this man didn't understand anything about it.

"Please, Your Grace, have mercy!

Some people change their minds. But some people don't. The person crawling in front of me was the latter. Hershelik feels like he can't do it when that's reality.

"I'm not being nice. 'Cause right?

Hershelik continued with a pale, murderous voice of his emotions.

"If I were your convenient, merciful prince, I wouldn't have hunted you down.

That was synonymous with the death sentence for Viscount Golton.

"I will not forgive you twice, even if I give you a chance to make amends once.

When the Viscount lay down on the floor as if to strike his own head against the proclamation, he exclaimed as if he had lost his mind.

Hershelik looked at the situation just quietly, but with a crying face, without distracting himself.

And the prince, Klenai and Ao, watched silently from a remote place.