Maouyome

214 Reasons to say no (Mercenary King's Patrol 9)

Explore the camp and proceed to the horse between the trees.

The blowing camp is still quite cold today, and the cold of the wind piercing my skin makes my shoulders squirm. Naturally, too, it's already wintering on the calendar.

It's still far from full cold. Yet the area where you can still feel good about your body may be getting younger and younger. There's plenty if it's just passion, but it doesn't seem to be enough.

On a small high hill slightly distant from the Sacred Capital. It stops between the trees overlooking the night camp stretched out in its sleek hilly area and descends from the horse with pleasure.

Relaxed and peaceful camp in sight, he deposited his horse's reins with one soldier who stood by his side.

Send your eyes to the soldier properly for confirmation, and dare to take your gaze off so that you are not seen from the edge and suspicious.

"It's pretty cold again today. You're annoying."

"Authentic cold is yet to come. Please be careful with your body."

I looked back at the words of polite care that never occurred to me, and stared unexpectedly at the soldier who had received the reins.

If you look closely, you are wearing brand new gear for recruits, but the gear doesn't really have a full body atmosphere. There is such a uncomfortable feeling, as if the bear is being forced to wear a rabbit penis.

"... you don't look good, that"

"It's annoying. Can you even complain about borrowing?"

"I don't care if you complain."

I laugh bitterly at the evil that returns immediately.

Behind a face-guarded helmet worn in the depths of your eyes, you can see a dirty, insensitive beard sitting uncomfortably. I wish I could shave.

Stunning as ever, I take my gaze off again.

I feel it now, but I want to be as careful as I can.

"Earlier, I was informed to bring the Master of Laws"

The old man dressed as a recruit reacted when he dived into his voice and told him what he needed to convey. A slight increase in tension is firmly conveyed.

"Relax, I've come to put it off, but it's the limit around here."

We have two hostages in this camp now. Surrendered Myrialdo and the other, full (...) of (...) wound (...) (...) move (...) kick (...) out (...) come (...) i (...) brave (...) (...). Most of all, the (...) of the (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)

I guess I don't believe that stupid honesty over there either. We're just clouding the ground with each other's child deception camouflages.

There is also a limit to continuing to refuse to surrender your figure as it is. Perhaps the limit. I can't.

"It's just a storm of condemnation for the surrender recommendations I put out on my own. Well, I've left Wines, so I don't really get to complain this way."

"... I'm sorry"

"That's the right material.... can we?

The new American soldier-style old man in front of me has just returned to this camp this way. Unlike the bandage-groupers, they are coming back with a lot of things to do. Taking that confirmation, a shallow but firm affirmation was returned.

"Thanks to you, I'm ready. What about you?"

"Well... half of the target is there anyway."

"... hey"

"I'll take care of that. You don't have to do anything. I'll do something."

Returns only perhaps an answer to a tone of voice that suddenly dropped anxiously. I don't care how you scratch when you get here.

"I convinced that the state was terrible and the brave man's figure still didn't move, so I convinced him over there as well. So I'm supposed to send one of my lawyers to the Holy Capital first. We've been through this, so get inside the escort."

"Okay.... I appreciate it. I'm sorry for everything."

"It doesn't even look like it, so stop. I have thoughts over here, too. It's not good intentions. I'll make sure Rizaya gets it right."

Personal interests outweigh those of the nation even more. Honestly, I'd like to thank you, but I won't say anything when my mouth is torn. I would rather not just say it to him aggressively.

"You think they're coming out?

Thinking around in my chest, the atmosphere inadvertently turned into something serious.

I don't have to tell you what it is.

"I bet you're right"

After exhausting his hands to examine it, he quickly discovered that this series of moves had been made in a forceful manner by one archbishop.

That you are in a position to freely exercise power is naturally only a small number of enemies. Instead, he only has enemies.

Archbishop O'Hara.

Let me give you back exactly what I owe you for squeezing me on a scattered palm.

But O'Hara, who has many enemies, rarely shows up in public.

Wherever you are or what you are doing, you must have an escape route somewhere. Only the person you should never let get away with will have a good aim for less chances.

"I was looking into this, too, and then I realized that when he was archbishop before, there was another person whose name had been raised first."

"... you're the Milliardo Master"

"What. You knew."

"I heard it from him. Goddess only sees us as one of the divisions. I thought you'd call me."

"I hear you said no politely and clearly. It seems O'Hara got into that open seat. Ever since then, I've seen Virginism as an enemy, and I'm pretty sure it's pretty rooted."

I don't understand the thinking of the elite in this temple. But O'Hara seems to be like a chunk of jealousy and pride even in it. There's no way a guy like that can come up with a chance to kill the person he was looking at with his own hands. He's bound to show himself in that special seat.

"Besides, it seems to have been Pope Lydia's immediate election. He's definitely coming out."

I turned as many hands as I could.

I made the most of my time in my limited time, and I kept all my hands to think about it. If there is anxiety in it, one.

"The rest is how the Demon King's Army moves. Are we going to keep watching, or are we going to build another system of fighting, or..."

More comfortable than anything if you can draw to your side. That's so gratifying in terms of battle power.

Even if we couldn't fight together, I don't mind if you watch. But if they're attacking us for the benefit of the fishermen, things change a little. If we get pinched from both sides, we'll have to run now. In all seriousness, that's all I want to avoid.

"Once you were right, the messenger let it out. I still don't know if it's gonna work."

"Who to the messenger?

"I was at your place before, busy lady. Was it Anessa? He said he knew the demon king's bride, so he went with a couple of escorts."

"Anessa... There's no reason to be anxious, but... I can't say anything. I'll do it when he does it."

Don't say it like a beating.

Sure, there are some places that are a little dangerous, but Yuriferna has given me a heartbeat once and for all that it is an unmistakable candidate. She said she was a smart girl with liver seats.... you're not?

In fact, there are more elements of anxiety than the choice of a messenger.

About the sudden withdrawal of the demon king's army and why it was then spread by the Radarest guys.

"Either way, it depends on the life and death of the Demon King. If the demon king was truly worthy of credit, as you say, if he had died and taken his place, he would have no ex or child."

"You don't have to worry about that."

"... In fact, the Demon King's Army has withdrawn once. Isn't it true that something happened to the Demon King himself?"

"Something happened, or it would definitely be Sunla first. Maybe he bumped into him directly because of how he was doing."

Ravaged Demon King Sunra.

The strength I saw during the brave rescue was cod. I'd like to refrain from hitting that decently with all my might. Or if I can, I don't want to see you again. Dream on.

"... I didn't think Sunra would do it. If the Demon King alternates with that, this one's gonna suck too."

"There isn't. No matter how strong Sunra is, he doesn't have the hassle to lose. He's not gonna die or anything."

"If I did it, I'd say it confidently, but is it also a basis for something?

I don't know how strong that demon king is like Mao Grid, but if you actually see Sunra, it's hard to imagine that there is someone who can do something about it.

"It's not as good as a rationale, but suppose you have a beautiful woman and that's your fiancée. You're bound to be your own wife. What do you say we die a virgin?

"... don't die. Survive with obsession."

That's what I'm talking about.

"Is that what you mean? Convinced."

Demon King. A virgin.

That's not if you're dying.

"... the Bride of the Demon King. I've never actually met him, but I owe him one big favor. Thanks to you, I can harden myself up. I'd like to see you once, if I could."

"You're definitely a good woman, that one. Not... what did I just say? Don't laugh. Just go to sleep and dream about it."

I don't believe you at all. I can't stop niggling and niggling at that look in my heart. I also feel strongly that happiness is something that makes room in my mind so much.

"I'm not kidding. The time has finally come for me to graduate from the men's games, too. Wow, no."

"Evil or not, but what are you doing in the shadows where people work so hard? This sukehei, no."

"Say anything. In fact, I've been away from my age for a while. Some parts are hard to deny."

"... how old (s) are you?"

"Surprise to hear. 17."

Same goes for me when I'm surprised to hear how old I am.

But I have no regrets. There's no reason to.

"... pathetically. I didn't expect you to fool me."

"Well, I was a little drawn to the boulder. Still, there it is. See, it's a push hand."

"What do you mean, it's in Mr. Lefia?

"Oh, look, I look like a king of a country. If I were your wife, that would be the queen. Tell me you're out of line because you don't deserve it. That's where I told you."

"... what?

"There's nothing like a former noble maid becoming the queen of a nation compared to just a village daughter becoming the bride of a demon king. It's common sense enough."

"... hey"

"Then what do you think I said? Then I smiled a little bit like a hangover and said, 'I'm in trouble. The reason I refuse is because it's gone." You're bullying me. "

"Aren't you in real trouble, that"

"I'm not in trouble.... I'm not in trouble, am I?

"Don't get anxious there.... why?

"Am I?"

After the whole conversation, I am encouraged to go further.

I was also pushed to do something very personal during this busy time.

I don't intend to make that distinction at all.

"And then?"

"... so what's next?

"Nothing in particular?

"What?"

"Hmm?"