Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Zhuyin, good... Looks like you're safe."

"Looks like you're safe... it's not! Why are you leading the Zombie Corps of Hell!

"Hell's... I have trouble being told it's like a B-rated movie..."

"The trouble is, it's this way!

"Even if they say it cute, I'm in trouble..."

A conversation of childhood friends, exchanged over the sky and on earth.

Akane, irrationally angry at Yut for appeasement from the bottom of his heart. As for the mood, both, are right.

So what's wrong?

Problems are aggregated into one.

"That's the zombie, Verga took over."

"... I'm convinced."

I had to. Persuasion around here is comparable to Larsia in a way.

"Son-in-law, it's a good thing we're done telling Kugaku, okay?

When the red-haired wind discipline chairman, wearing a simple kimono with no decorations, took a slutty confirmation, he glanced at the ground.

The figure is precisely that of a born ruler.

It entails majesty as the demigod of evil and proclaims it descending.

"Surrender. Attack if you don't."

"Why, suddenly it's a surrender recommendation. I told you we'd discuss it properly!?"

"Negotiation would be the first push for unacceptable demands?

"Isn't that the last notice from the beginning!

Over the decaying castle gate, Verga and Yut are rubbing.

The dragon's zombie rider is no different from the evil demigod and the Great Mage.

In the meantime, it doesn't look like Yut got (...) brainwashed again.

I think I can handle this.

Right after Acorn stroked his chest down.

"If you're going to attack, we have an idea."

"Thoughts? It would be an error to eliminate concubines"

"If you know, you don't have to say it"

The Knight of the Reiki Diocese (Paladin) rode a light provocation.

Seneca II and Michaela, the ghost princess, open their mouths pompously. With the current flow, there should have been nothing element for the battle to begin.

But not for the Holy Virgin of Helenonia.

"If you're going to bullshit me and try to take the lead in the negotiations, until you take it back with your strength"

Set up the Divine Subjugator, the Devil's Sword, and glimpse the sky with sharp and beautiful eyes. If you were a regular person, you would be drawn to that gravitational pull and come down from yourself to the ground.

"What's up? You can continue to attack unilaterally from the sky."

"If that's going to end, I'm not going to have a hard time."

An attack unleashed with such half-way readiness can't possibly work for Valtrude. If it seemed to work, Verga had no difficulty.

I still have to kill my concubine. "

"That's odd. I was thinking something similar."

"In the end, you're going to get there..."

Even though it is a world of dreams, the evil demigod and the Holy Virgin of Helenonia are bloody.

Remembering a beating (Tyman) shortly after repelling the helix of despair (Leliouria), Yut held his forehead so that he could catch a headache.

In the meantime, the dragon zombie slowly descends.

This dragon zombie is an offering offered by the King of Death (No Life King) as a sign of subordination, originally the biggest trump card.

That's a word of obedience to Verga.

There are a lot of things I think about, but I won't even stop Yut because it makes it easier to talk to him.

But dissatisfaction erupted from somewhere else.

"An unscrupulous statement against His Majesty and His Majesty the Master. The hard part is the Cathedral Knight (Paladin). I don't even have to bother you two!

The King of the Dead (No Life King) flips his cape and sticks his thin, muscled fingers against Valtrude.

An immortal monster (undead) surrounded by the scent of death and a cathedral knight (paladin) who sinks adjectives other than beauty into a sea of thought.

It can even be described as extreme, a contrast of beauty and ugliness.

Everyone feels signs of a one-touch immediacy and hardens themselves to tension.

Except one.

"Master...? Brave man, what did you do?

"Zhu Yin, it's not like I named you!

"Uh. Yeah. I think I got it."

As a childhood friend, Yut, now her husband, is vulnerable to pushing.

Yut's character, which he knows all about in more than a decade of dating, didn't seem to change here either.

"Keep it down, my lord, the Master wants a discussion."

"... we did an unsolicited imitation. Punishment, let it be."

"With loyalty and courtesy, the concubine cannot be angry to that extent"

You liked the call, you slutty, upbeat, Verga approaching the acorns. Yut panicked, too, and followed him.

"Haven't you retreated from your son-in-law?

"Say what. Although it will be a pleasure to enjoy the process of progressing from a military teacher to a concubine's son-in-law. Somehow, yes. It's called office love."

"Office Love"

I'm not gonna ask you now. Acorn looked away.

Just to be clear, I only feel a grudge. He looks like a salaried man who climbed up to the president saying he wasn't interested in being born.

"Well, Verga. You mean down on the ground, you're gonna have to talk about it, right?

"If a concubine nods to that word, do you trust that one?

Valtroude has no sign of sheathing the exorcism sword Divine Subjugator.

Verga doesn't break her provocative attitude with her slut.

"Val, Verga. Let's start with a mix of information. Something about a ghost eating and leaving behind."

You don't exactly mean it, but you can't let them collide here.

Yut tries to put out a ghost girl who looks like a princess to pick her up and stop her, but this was a bad idea.

"Well, does my son-in-law care about the new girl?"

"To a ghost opponent, that's not it. No, it doesn't have to be a ghost."

"Right or right. I owe you one."

Listening to Yut's excuses, Verga forced him to carry his debts as a matter of course. Are you tired of calling me back to my son-in-law?

"Then Seneca will tell you about this on behalf of you"

If we do not leave it to Valtrude and Verga to move on, Seneca II stepped forward and made his name. To the presence of a single dose of sobriety, Yut was a thought that went out to sea.

"Well, I don't have a big history of saying that I'm..."

Immediately after the transfer, he encountered an immortal monster (undead) led by the King of Death (No Life King) in the swamp.

That Verga took it over.

The King of the Dead (No Life King) had been ordered to rob the treasure of the Hellenonian God (artifact) by Tura zu Ranuz, Princess of Corruption.

"So when Zhu Yans found out that he was on the side of the treasure (artifact), he said this happened."

"In the whole army?

"I was going to leave the zombies behind, but I can't do that because they follow me like a chick after Verga..."

"I didn't expect to be missed by a zombie..."

Seneca II gave a resemblance to disgust in her less emotional but terminal appearance.

As the ground deputy of Fermina, the sun god who defines the immortal monster (undead) as his enemy, he would have no choice but to react.

"I don't know what the treasure (artifact) on the midwife is, but if it's in my hand, it'll clear the way."

"Unfortunately, I can't do that"

Seneca II stood resolutely by Verga's bystander unmanned demands.

"Helenonian God's Treasure (Artifact) and Thunderbolt's Crest of Lightning are assimilated to her Michaela."

"Hmm..."

Verga stares intriguingly at the princess of ghosts. Next to it, Yut sighed. There are only signs of trouble.

"My name is Michaela. Who once prospered and was the last princess of the Kingdom of Shrubash."

"The Kingdom of Shrubash......?

"Don't you even know the brave man?

"Like I've heard, like I don't... When I did some research, did you see...?

Acorn stares suspiciously at Yuut shaking his neck sideways if he can't remember.

Exactly, I trusted that Yut would know, but guess what.

"But I don't even know what's going on with the structure of this world, so I guess I can't help it...?

Soot softly moved to the side of Yut, and Acorn whispered in his ear.

"Is it reasonable to think so..."

When I heard Yut's reply, I pulled my hand and took him to this side with the usual flair as it was - and Verga grabbed the other hand.

"Wait, both of you. It's like Judge Oka."

"It's okay. I'll let go of my hand first."

"I wish I could get through to my Verga opponent too..."

"You're so bold. No alarm, no clearance."

"In the first place, it's a mistake to have a brave man over there!?"

"If you ask me, I did"

He was somewhat next to Verga in the stream, but his original standing was different.

In jeopardy, the "Master's Hall" was about to become a fait accompli.

"When you think about it, you have a conflict when you say you will negotiate..."

He had been put on board by the red-haired wind discipline committee chairman.

I shrugged my neck that it was hard to do, and Yut was Acorn and Verga. I shook my hands off both of them.

Then move between the two and take a distance between them.

"So, The Crest of Lightning, a thunderous crest. Helenonia, you were talking about God's treasure (artifact) assimilating with her?

"Huh? Ah, yes"

Suddenly the story returned and Michaela showed confusion.

But it's also for a moment.

Immediately, Yut or Verga. Additionally, start explaining to side with the kings of the dead behind you (No Life King).

"The princess of rotten meat is planning an escape from the land. It's the Crest of Lightning that prevents and binds it."

"Val."

"Oh. I definitely felt the divine authority of the Hellenonian God"

Just being called by name, Valtrude perceived what Yut was trying to say and returned an accurate answer.

Yut is convinced, but Acorn, Seneca II and Verga are heartfelt and sinister faces.

The other party, Valtrude, on the other hand, had tilted his neck since saying, why that alone had made sense of the intention.

"The crest of thunder, Crest of Lightning, is inseparable from me, and Türa zu Lanuz himself, cannot lay his hands on it"

"So the princess of rotten flesh let the kings of the dead strike..."

The exchange of information is over.

But in the end, I got stuck in the same place.

"Don't you understand, Master Yut?"

"As much as I can guess, I can..."

Share the same concerns, Yut and Seneca II.

Nevertheless, there was room for the Great Mage (Archmage).

"Let me appraise the Thundering Crest of Lightning."

"It's..."

Probably because it's assimilated to treasure (artifacts). The ghost princess lays her eyes down in embarrassment.

I know it's necessary, but I don't nod easily.

If Larsia was there, she'd say, "You want to appraise a girl? Yut, you're doing a good job! Take care of that feeling!" But there are no meadow species (magners).

He's not here.

"... ok"

After showing a little tour. Michaela, the ghost princess, told me she had no other means.

"But if you cooperate with me, make a promise (...)"

"Naturally (...)"

Michaela, the ghost princess, smiles with a blue-white ectoplasm to Valtrude, who replied with no time to spare her hair.

Yut watching the exchange covers his mouth with his thoughtful hands.

"What's going on?

"No, it's nothing"

Waving and denying, Yut prepared a monocular (monocle), the focal point of the Magic Analysis (Analyze) spell.

Always prepare for any magic fixture (magic item).

"Well, give me the Thunderbolt crest, Crest of Lightning."

"... Yes"

When I nodded my face in embarrassment, the Holy Mark of the Hellenonian God appeared on the chest of the Haunted Princess. That turns into a shield with a thunder crest on it.

I couldn't feel God's breath like Valtrude, but I also found that I didn't have to touch the enormous amount of magic. First, it looks like it's definitely a treasure piece (artifact).

"Magic Analytics"

Yut explores its details through a monocle.

At the same time as the spell was completed, the information flowing directly into the brain affirmed that it was a treasure (artifact).

In addition, it is a seal on the princess of rotten meat, Tura zu Lanuz.

Besides, it also seems to be a pretty high-performance shield.

And......

"Earth, water, fire, wind, light, darkness. By collecting the symbolic marks of the six major sources and performing the ritual, the seal becomes complete…"

"You mean a mission offensive hierarchy, not a combat solution?

The type that is cleared by applying a seal instead of defeating the demon lords (Demon Lord), the Lord of the hierarchy.

I wonder if there is such a thing, Yuut, who admires the diversity of the undermaids.

At the same time, the question arises as to why a complete seal was not applied from the outset….

"The fact that the source is involved makes you feel tight."

I agreed with Acorn's sentiments.

But it doesn't dispel my doubts.

"I've heard from the princess of rotten meat that it's the mark of the source."

"None"

"Huh."

"Perhaps you didn't tell him because he can't be touched by an immortal monster (undead)?

A ghost princess makes assumptions about not even knowing that the king of the dead (No Life King) existed.

It's reasonable.

Sure, the muscles are through.

The princess of rotten meat can't give you all the information.

But it didn't look like Yut was convinced by Acorn.

"Perhaps the Hellenonian God sent us"

"But here we are, the reason the princess of rotten meat doesn't come out..."

Valtrude reinforces it with further reasoning, but Yut still doesn't let go of his thoughts.

"... I mean, that's... that's okay...?

And reach, one conclusion.

Crushing, Yut stares at Verga, not Valtrude......

The evil demigod laughs sluttily.

I mean, that was the answer.

"It's good to hear from you...... and can you say"

"Absolutely not. If the concubines had come here first, they might have fooled us."

Objectivity is important.

"What are you talking about?

Valtrude gave a strange look to Yut and Verga, who only the two of us could tell.

Yes. Not jealous, not angry, it seems strange.

"There's the ghost. I'm telling you, it's the princess of rot, Terra zu Lanuz."

"Stupid. Do you have proof!?"

"Well, the seal is in person."

- Evidence?

He controls the yut he tries to explain, and the kimono Verga comes forward in a slutty motion as a chunk.

In that hand, when did you call? The crimson sickle was gripped. With a weapon in the form of mowing a person's soul, Verga laughed lewdly.

As usual.

"That would be better if we made it now"

Smile.

Slutty, with a really good smile.

Verga waved the Great Sickle of Death without hesitation.