Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

He said, "You want me?

By loosening his lips, he transforms his anguished expression into irony and manages to keep room. Ever since I met that woman, my mind and body have gone crazy. Do you think that too beautiful a look can be poisonous?

(That's not true. Funny thing is, it's me)

I'm aware of that. Think of it, even before I met Verga today, I had a sudden headache. What the hell is going on? I've been completely unbridled lately, anxiety erodes his mind.

However, the vice-prime minister of the Verga Empire does not appear to be the vice prime minister. Yut was desperately trying to control his mind.

"That's right. Verga's belly heart, Yut Amaxa. Saving you will lead to good and hence to saving the world."

"Saving? Me? The world? I don't know..."

If it's the hand of salvation, Verga is on his own in time. Even if they say so now, it just sounds bullshit.

That means it must be a spiritual shake. Then I can understand.

"Apparently, you're not a domestic force. Where the hell is he? Is that Rotosilt? Is that Folio-Farina? Chronica's too far away."

Name and ask the enemy countries - all but their own. But I also know there's no way I'm going to answer honestly. This is like a ritual to certify that diocesan knight (paladin) as an adversary.

No matter how beautiful, the enemy will not relent.

With such determined eyes, from the unreachable air of the sword, he flickers a black robe and looks down at the girl he named Valtrude.

"We are adventurers requested by the Kingdom of Rotosilt"

"Oh, adventurer..."

I met a rare animal.

With that look, observe the cathedral knight on horseback.

I'm not deceived by its glowing beauty, but I can't tell you how adventurous it is from her. Martial artefacts are sophisticated magic (magic items), and horses are top notch. It wasn't something that one person could do.

But that's the proof of the adventurer - they spare no money for their gear - and Yut doesn't realize it.

No, I don't.

The fact that the bias of that knowledge is also the guidance of an empress who dedicates herselfless loyalty.

Next, look for adventurers other than her. At least there must be someone who unleashed an arrow. If it's from the air, you should be able to find it without any particular difficulty, but you can't see it.

But only my voice sounded faint on the wind.

"Why is Val giving his client's name!

"Val, there's no choice."

"Ahhh. Arcia's absence is regrettable..."

Nervous interactions.

(Are you going to close the gap and set me up even if it's unintentional)

Though he did discern their intentions, Yut showed no further interest.

It's not alarming.

If you want to leave, you can do it now. Over there, I guess I'm not even going to kill him. Even if you run away, it's only after you get information about them.

"That's a brilliant arrangement, even though it's not the army. It's not like my escorts are less skilled."

"I'm used to discussing evil. We've been brushing our arms in action."

"I see. It's like a special unit."

A handful of elites infiltrated enemy territory abduct enemy dignitaries. It seemed like a spy movie.

(You haven't seen a movie in a while...)

A sentiment of sorrow that only came to the table for a moment. Realizing that lonely look, Valtrude stares at the archmage (Arch Mage) overhead with a strange look.

Yut and Valtrude.

Two people you can't possibly meet in this world.

The gaze mixes, temporarily, forgetting the sound. Other beings besides each other were driven out of consciousness, and their muggled minds nearly touched each other.

What a spell. In the first place, did they use a spell?

I don't even know that, but he tells me to flip a black robe so I can roar.

"You're going to confuse me!

Yut turns a blind eye to fear.

I have a feeling that the “common sense” that I have cultivated is about to collapse.

"After all, it doesn't look like it's completely wicked."

"Then what?

Isn't this world full of evil?

Then it's no use resisting on your own. We just have to fold, increase our strength, and survive.

At the point where he's making such an excuse, it's proof that Yut hasn't been corrupted yet, but he dares turn a blind eye.

"What are you gonna do, kidnap me?"

"Lead us to the path of good."

"Ha. It's a wild word, it's"

The Way of Good? Where in the world is that?

"Evil flourishes, strength dominates weakness. Don't make it easy on anyone, like making a difference to that only absolute law."

"That is reason in the Verga Empire. First, go outside the country…"

"It's the same everywhere you go. What's gonna change?"

That's it, unless you go back to Earth too. Then this country with Verga is fine. No, I like her side.

That's what I tell myself, but that's the proof that I'm uncomfortable.

No more, I shouldn't.

Don't chirp with that woman.

"Are you being manipulated? Or are you being guided? Either way..."

"Shut up!!

Screaming so much that my throat is slit and I'm about to bleed.

I don't want to hear it after that. Don't ask.

"Meteor Rain"

Tear the page out of the spell document like a child woke up Kanshiku and throw it into heaven.

"Val, let's retreat once!

"I agree."

"... Much obliged. But..."

A divinely gracious cathedral knight leaves the scene along with meadow species (magners) and rock giants (jarloots) who have jumped out of the shadows.

Almost as time went by, the stars fell from the sky.

Boom and blast cover the ground.

And Yut's robe shall be in the wind, and his face shall be illuminated by fire from heaven. Give me a childlike face that's patient to cry.

I used a fancy spell about it, but I guess I should be chasing it.

Yet Yut just stares at the meteorite smashing the well-maintained path. No, I haven't actually seen that either.

Behind his brain, a proud adventurer of the beauty of heaven - Valtrude's serious eyes were burning like shadows broiled out in the summer sun.

"Is something wrong? You look terrible."

"Verga......"

Only the facts of the raid were reported in Message, and Yut was straight back to his room.

A messy space scattered with scrolls and magic fixtures. The evil demigod sits on the only bed in which the point of view can be applied as a living space.

As the word goes, it's terribly considerate.

She seems so anxious, I've never seen her before.

"Nothing."

But Yut just shakes his head cold. Dressed to ignore Verga, lay in the empty space of the bed. Beds of sufficient size make it possible for two men and women to be together without touching each other.

In a pale manner and in reply, the red-haired empress put her lips on.

Something must have happened.

Something he can't tell you.

I hate that dragon man (Draconut). To everything that stands in the way, irritability grows.

And even to its own detours.

It was originally a bad bet.

Still, Folio-Farina is not a print, but also devotes a great deal of power to the maintenance of this spiritual world. So I don't completely get what I want, either inside or outside.

Still, I went into battle. Absolutely, because I wanted to get it.

The temper was floated and forgotten by Yut, who was well becoming ours. I was going to win.

"Whew, yut. It can't be anything, can it?

"... why not"

"I hear you've been raided, but to that extent, you're supposed to look so tired"

"That's not true..."

Turning away from the evil demigod, the Great Mage returns the answer that it doesn't matter.

The truth is, I can't look her in the eye and talk to her. If I did that, I wouldn't know what to say myself. I could ruin everything.

It's unstable.

Anything, but it looks like a lie. Now he's a hunk of suspicion.

I chose silence without summoning, because the last reason is working.

In that disgusting manner, Verga could only let Yut's hands stretch out to his shoulders wander in the hollow.

I want to touch it.

I don't want to be rejected.

That's Verga's first emotion since she was born.

- It was fear.

"It's Yut..."

"... bad. If it's not urgent, you'll have to wait."

"... right"

A voice with lost color.

Up to the world, it becomes the color of sand.

I'm sorry.

Yut's conscience hurts at Verga, who is depressed.

I handled the worst. I also have that awareness.

But a thousand disturbed minds couldn't help it.

(I don't know about emotions, I just need to lose them)

Colder, like a machine. I want to spend time without interfering with my will.

I'm sorry I got swept up.

It's similar to that eight hits. Yut falls asleep thinking about every shiatsu.

"Yut......"

Fine. From what I know of her, an unlikely voice. If Uncle Kabone Novor had listened, Yut's neck would have been ripped off on this occasion.

Verga finds herself confused by losing confidence and getting worse and smaller.

Though I don't think so, we all couldn't see what to do at a time like this.

Love isn't all about fun.

She doesn't even know that, she just endures unspeakable anxiety.

I wasn't told to leave.

Now all I could do was hug that thin edge and stare at my dear man's sleeping face.