Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Father! Please reconsider! Your alliance with Mooseg is too dangerous!

There was a small country in the eastern part of the continent that separated the three countries from the Mooseg kingdom.

At a time when rumors were pounding (mostly) from the other side of the three countries that the Mooseg kingdom was taking in peripheral states, taking in the power of several demon kings, and strengthening them more and more.

The king of that small country was about to surrender the sovereignty of his country to the kingdom of Mouzeg, as if he were frightened (bullied) by future wars.

But there was one young man trying to stop such a king.

The name is Harsim-Kurd-Remusee.

He was the third prince of that small country, the "Kingdom of Lemuse".

Bright brown hair that blends into the sun with neat eyebrows.

More importantly, it is sturdy, characterised by sucking aqua blue eyes.

"Father, go!

"Shut up, Harsim. I'm acting like a country."

No, it's not.

Harsim knew that very well.

It is Harsim's father - now King Lemuse - who is ahead of Harsim in his voice.

He weaves a long, luxurious cape that doesn't fit his length on a body that has been fattened in a bad way.

The tail of the cape was slightly dirty because of rubbing the floor, even though it was magnificent enough to match the body from scratch.

Harsim was convinced that this man was not the kind of king who thought and acted on his country.

This father was not a king's vessel.

But my father's two brothers died and miraculously became King Remusse.

- You're the only one with a mind to fatten your stomach.

Hersim knows.

that King Remusse's laid home affairs were basically that to fatten his own private belly.

Beginning with the weighting of taxes, he stroked those who shrugged at him and showed off his palpable arms of voter corruption, hitting others.

Anyway, King Lemuse was like a man who had made a tremendous object.

Thanks to this, internal affairs are lame.

The talented took his position more and more unreasonably on the grounds that it was none other than himself.

Harsim secretly hid talented people who had been chased for status, but there were limits.

- One day, I'll be sure to report it to you.

Harsim remembers what he said to them.

But we haven't been able to make that happen yet.

It will be time for them to be the limit of patience.

That's when, again, King Remusse made a strange move.

"If you go down to the Mooseg Kingdom, you will eat everything up!! That is a foolish trick, Father! Drop your head here and where is the guarantee that they will treat us politely!

"Idiots would feel better if they were normal. If you keep your head down first, there's no problem."

- This guy can't.

Stuff.

It's less than that.

- It's rotten.

There's nothing I can do about it anymore.

Hersim, being his own father, King Remusse had already become a monster to the point of being difficult to defend.

- At least if you're a man who can maintain the status quo.

The state taken in by the Kingdom of Mouzeg has so far been crushed.

Alliance?

- No.

They are secretly eating up other countries in what they call alliances.

Gradually, erosion.

Don't you know that dignitaries are dispersed and killed year after year?

That way, when hostile, you keep troublesome talent to the top of your mind, with all your status high and easy to use foolish pictures.

That way you can use as much as you want.

King Mouzeg will be quite a political mastermind in this time of war.

And more importantly, Mooseg had that kind of violence that served as a shield behind the political haughty arm.

It is the first prince of Mouzeg who has amassed the power of the Demon King by means of the "Demon King Hunt" that is now the symbol of it.

- "Celias-Blood-Mouseg".

He was a combat genius who led the army of the Mooseg kingdom himself and left the name of "Hero of the Mooseg" wanting.

There is also a good reason why Mouseg should be so powerful with such tremendous momentum.

Anyway, if we continue to hand over Lemuse to Mooseg, Lemuse, who has no internal power against Mooseg's haughty arm, will be instantly devoured.

Harsim had certainty.

And Harsim's certainty was right.

But Harsim is a third prince.

This is how I played to King Lemuse, and there's no way I can get him to fit in.

Harsim is an abomination to King Lemuse.

King Lemuse was often adored about the first and second princes who were very similar to him, but Harsim had excelled since childhood, so King Lemuse, even jealous of his son, treated Harsim harshly anyway.

"Father!!"

"Shut up, Harsim! If you don't like my policy so much, be king!!"

Hersim voiced his last protest, but King Remusse did not take it properly.

He rocked his fat belly like a pig, turned (hissed) a larger cloak not worthy of his height, and yelled at Hershem.

After that, I smile with certainty that 'I can't do it anyway' and mock Hershem.

At that moment, Harsim was determined.

"Try to be king."

- I get it. Then I will be king.

Finally, the balance in the harsim was leaning towards the side of the life of the nation.

- Or maybe what wasn't enough for 'me' was to be prepared to cut it off.

Harsim returned his heel, showing a low head that did not even contain a piece of respect.

King Remusse, who saw how it was and thought Harsim had finally given up, returns to his chamber with a rough nose.

The beautifully matched maids who looked after King Remusse followed his pig-like body.

◆ ◆ ◆

Harsim was in the basement of a small storage shed in the corner of the kingdom of Lemuse that day.

It is a secret place known only to the stricken.

The secret place of the rebels, where only those who admire Harsim-Kud-Remusse can enter.

Harsim sat more and more in the dirty chair there, sighing loudly.

"- I couldn't.... Sorry."

says Harsim.

About ten men and women sat opposite Harsim's seated chair, separated by a long table.

The middle-aged man, who had begotten the beauty in it, sighed as he stroked the beauty with his fingers, and uttered a word.

"Were you a pig in the end"

"My father, that's no good. It's the bottom line of the artifact."

"Ha, apparently Master Harsim is in a particularly bad mood today"

The beautiful man grinned lightly.

In contrast, Harsim takes off his qualitative decorative cloak instead of royalty, sitting troublesome, and hands it to a single maid who walks by.

She's been taking care of herself for a long time, she was a competent samurai.

Never exceptionally good in appearance, but only the beauty kept by that Lemuse king is much more humanly competent than the puppet in the handle (the big one).

Harsim treasured her and at the same time was in love.

"Thank you, Aisha"

"Looks like you're tired, Master Harsim. May I offer you some tea?"

"Please."

"I'll keep a secret bluff to cheer you up,"

"Can't you get rid of the bad herbs? There was a lot of realistic ambiguity."

"I haven't been cute lately, Master Harsim."

"I'm sorry."

Harsim grinned lightly at the samurai, but immediately corrected her posture and sat back in her chair.

"Let's put it this way."

Yeah, put it forward, Harsim tells the men and women on the other side of the long table.

- I'll be king.

- Oh, my God.

It's

"Do you even wake up in a coup?

"Oh. That's all we'll have left. I have endured this for so long. I've been struggling for years to figure out what I can't convince my father to do. - But I couldn't change anything. I have no mouth power."

"It's not like Master Harsim doesn't have the power of his tongue. That pig didn't have a head to understand words. Pigs don't understand human language."

"I guess so. I have lovingly appealed to my eldest brother and second brother, but so have they. I have no doubt whatsoever about selling Lemuse to Mooseg. I don't understand what that means in the first place. It's just a broken doll to let go and admire what my father does."

"I think it's an exact expression."

Harsim squeaked and disturbed my hair.

It was usually the most irritating (or irritating) manifestation of a calm hersim.

"I have blood in my hands. After he dies, he'll go to hell."

"No, if you became king and saved the kingdom of Lemuse, you would rather go to extreme ease. If you equate a person's life, by saving more lives than you have lost, your actions will be justified"

"I don't like purpose theory. Purposeful theories justifying conduct are dangerous."

"But this world would be mentally ill without that kind of temper."

"... that too"

Harsim roared low at the words of the man of beauty.

"But I've already made up my mind. Anyway, I'm gonna kill my father and my brother. - Will you follow me?

To Harsim's inquiry, those who were on the other side of the long table were returning a strong nod.

"Everywhere, let me offer you. You're the one who picked us up, Master Harsim. We would have fled to another country if you hadn't pulled us back until you lowered your head. Leave only untrained in this country."

"- Oh."

"Even this we were born and raised in Lemuse and loved Lemuse"

"I really feel sorry for you."

"It's not your fault. - Anyway, it's something I admired as a child for the kings of Lemuse of history who still tried to pierce kindness and impenetrable sweetness."

"Kindness and sweetness…?"

Harsim laughed small.

"It was once the kingdom of Lemuse who tried to hide (Kakuma) the demon king betrayed by his country of service. Once upon a time, a noble lemusee"

"Even now, the people still have that blood.

But it is the king who determines the movement of the country. With the king, we can't move. Until the nearest epoch, it may have instead shredded the popular opposition that Lemuse was so gloomy as to be silly.

- Besides, more importantly, there was Master Harsim. "

"Is that me?

"That's right. Master Harsim would surely do something about the corruption of the royal family, which I think is why the people withheld the revolution. Some people knew that Master Harsim was stealing the king's eyes and letting him keep the administration of the country at bay. That gradually passes down to detail, not to mention those who put their last hope on Master Harsim.

Together, once there is a revolution from the people's side, the situation in the country will be rough. Now the king is in the way, but without the deterrence of the king, there will be those who cannot be decent to the people either. I had that kind of crisis. "

"You can't lift your head, to the people of this country."

Harsim mocked herself and then let the powerful light (of) be carried in her eyes.

"The fact that I had a coup and became king doesn't change that the status quo is very bad. The Three Kingdoms are still in between, but if you hold your hand, Mooseg will soon take control of them and reach this way. Not very much, but you can't win if you do it properly with Mooseg. Their military might is all they have."

"Then how would you like it?"

To the question of the man of Michi, Harsim answered immediately, as if he had prepared an answer in advance.

"There seems to be a 'demon king hunt' rampant in various countries right now"

"Example, right"

"It will be due to the intensification of the war. Is it one of the causes that the Prince of Mooseg began to use the power of the Demon King?

Anyway, even if we take full advantage of our supplies, we're no match for Mooseg, who grows faster than that. So I'm going to pierce the 'sweetness' of the former Remusee again now. "

"- Can you recruit the Demon King?"

"... oh"

Harsim nodded.

"To the demon kings who have no place, give them a place. - Instead, ask them to help protect Lemuse. I won't impose it. - A deal."

"Not all demon kings are open and righteous. Some of them are indeed descendants of the 'Heroes of Tragedy', but even their descendants do not necessarily mean they are heroic, even because they are. The possibility of being a very vicious demon king also still exists."

"I have no choice but to exchange that judgment with my eyes."

"If you give up judgment, Lemuse will be eaten from the inside out."

"I know. However, even if left alone, Lemuse will eventually be eaten from the outside. If that's the case, I think taking radical hands is one way to do it."

"That's true."

"I can only tell you to trust me. So let's bow our heads again now"

Harsim said no, no, he got up from his chair and drooped his head in front of the long table.

The royal family of the land bowed their heads to the people of the land.

"Stay with me. If you fail, die with me. I'm not going to let you fail. But it's not fair not to say that. So I'll also tell you the facts in that case. - He told me to die with him."

The men and women on the other side of the long table saw Hersim,

"Happy to die with you, Master Harsim. If it's going to die with you, it's not too bad, I think so."

The snort was returning again.

"Oh. But I won't let you die. I also risk my life to survive Lemuse. And I live too. It may seem like a man's romance to die for his country, but I will not die until Lemuse's aftermath is safe. I'll live willingly."

"That's why we're the rare royal rebels of the beating"

That's how the beautiful man closed.

On that day, a certain act of rebellion was raised in the kingdom of Lemuse, far from Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, where the Merea and the Demon Kings fled.