Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

"Whatever you ask me to do, do you rather tell Makina to stay here and take care of me..."

Hmm, roaring Mr. Wagnus.

"I can't believe you're talking about fighting those four fiends to death, you seem like a warm boy."

Says Makina, who gets his father's review and stands a little next door.

"You're a man when you do it, Father."

"I see."

Mr. Wagnus stroking and smudging his beard.

"It's about the age when you can have a colorful story there, but I don't want you to talk about the man just yet. I'm sure the Knights have all the men who are blind to you, but there are no signs of that even when it comes to the Knights. I gave up on you, too."

Mr. Wagnus looks emotional and nadenades Mr. Makina's head.

"From a certain point on, this kid started talking about one guy more often. I don't know how this compares to the other guys... you know, when you talk, you have a fever? That was Lord Crohiko."

"Your father?

Mr. Makina stares up at his father with her head nadenaded with her big, boneless hands.

"You're not here to talk about that, are you?

"Phew, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No, Sagara Crohiko and Currier Verstein, I just wanted to say a few words to you."

"Apologize, sir?

"When the Four Homicides struck."

Releasing her hand from her daughter's head, Mr. Wagnus turned into a mysterious face.

"I and the Kingsguard did not hesitate to take the king to the castle evacuation path in order to let the Holy King escape. The Holy King devoured that he could not show the people if he fled... but if the king died, the kingdom itself would be in danger. Especially now the king is a spare king of wisdom to let him die easily. So me and the Kingsguard chose to evacuate as they fled to the northern Duke. I want you to push the Four Crimes against you."

I guess I mean it.

Meanwhile, other intentions could be questioned.

The Holy King did not try to escape.

I think that's what I want to tell you.

Even if I am slandered by cowardice, I am trying to defend the honor of the king.

You're a fine man, Mr. Makina's father.

I said.

"There was no one to blame for the Holy King, not even when the Four Homicides were upon us."

There were those who spoke that the Holy King would have evacuated.

But I don't think anyone was accusing me of that.

"You must be a trusted king. I thought the people of the King's capital wanted the Holy King to survive."

"Lord Krohiko..."

"And as a result, the Four Crimes were defeated. I don't think it's the Holy King or Mr. Wagnus that's wrong."

"I agree"

Mr. Currier will continue.

"If I may dare to say so - at that time, the Wang Capital had a militant fanatic who wanted to fight the Four Homicides. If the man had come, I think all four of them would have been killed sooner or later."

"The man... of the Sixth House, called Hibigami in the example?

Nodding, Mr. Currier.

Did Mr. Makina tell you that?

Mr. Wagnus seems to know about the existence of Hibigami.

Breathe in, Mr. Wagnus.

"Oh man, on the contrary, I should have let the benefactors who saved the King's capital care... too many people are made even though they are young. Machina, how would you rate their late classes...... can I score unconditionally and full?

"Oh, you don't think that's the word of a disciplined, hard-headed father, do you?

"Ha, it's a joke. Well, I guess that's a worthy feat. In the meantime, once again, I would like to thank both of you as Duke of Renowsphere Homeowners"

Mr. Wagnus bowed his head respectfully.

"You can go through Makina, so don't hesitate to tell me if you need anything. My position is limited, but if you need anything, I can help you."

"Oh, thank you"

When such a great man awes me, this one frightens me.

"But..."

Mr. Wagnus accidentally cut it out.

"I always thought she was a colorless daughter... but as far as I'm concerned, it's like a relief. Looks like you had some good eyes."

Mr. Wagnus picks the hem of his clothes, and, hey, Mr. Makina pulls.

"Your father? If you have business, may I ask you to leave now?

"Come in and ask Lord Crohiko something."

Through his daughter urging him to leave, Mr. Wagnus continued.

"For example... even if the figure and appearance of the person to be bound doesn't show up year-to-year, are you a loving person of the opposite sex? In this case, it means you look considerably younger than your real age... well, even for me, I would be happy to see my grandson's face in moderation -"

"Father!

Mr. Makina jumping up.

"Look! I've done my purpose greetings and apologies. Shh! Get out of here already. - Damn, come on, I'm here!

Mr. Makina pushes his father around and tries to get him out of the room.

"But it's hard to talk about your appearance or shape other than me, isn't it? When we talk about it, you're obviously upset... and that's why I'm responsible when I'm your father."

"Even if they're fathers, they're angry when they're angry!

"Ha ha, I'm old enough to be kicked out by your arm -"

"Mistrutine! Mistrutine!

"Wow, okay, okay..."

The bitter father has been forced out by his puffy daughter, who aggressively calls out the intrinsic surgical name.

Mr. Makina trims the hem of the dress.

"So -"

And I put my hands on my left and right hips, and I turned to us.

"Your father swung me around late to tell you, but I'm ready to take a look."

The only experience I've lived and felt so nervous about is counting.

A glimpse with the king of one country.

As the lady led me closer to seeing it, I also found that the rank of conditioning and decorations in the hallway rose.

Whenever the rank rises, I get the feeling that it's getting closer.

By the way, Mr. Machina walks at the rear of the line, slightly more white than usual, but classic goth lollies clothes.

Mr. Currier just said he was dressed in an example dress.

And I'm in school uniform.

Because Mr. Machina said this would be the best way to meet as a candidate.

Well, in any case, I don't have any formal looking clothes other than this...

After a while, he arrived in front of both open doors.

Doors that just illuminate as they were seen in fantasy-based RPGs in the previous world.

The door is fitted with crystals.

It was also decorated with gold reminiscent of the saint tree.

Anyway, it feels like...

The door opens tightly.

The woman takes a few steps before stopping aside and lowering her head.

"Keep going"

"Yes, sir"

I'll take the lead from here on out.

Proceed as you were told.

On both sides were the ministerial corps and thinkers refraining.

I also see the face I see.

Mr. Guiden.

I saw you earlier, Mr. Wagnus.

If you look closely, near the pillar by the throne, there is also the figure of Mr. Dearless.

The red and white carpet was stretching straight forward.

Stepping forward on the carpet nervously, face to face with an old man with a grim looking waist on the throne.

Holy King.

I know my face because I was here to see the Holy Martial Arts Festival.

Standing on the top of the Buddha beside him is Prince Yugud of the Second Prince.

Gently spit only, then kneel as taught by Mr. Makina.

The Curiers, too, knelt down in the same way.

Mr Makina said.

"We've taken both Sagara Krohiko and Currier Verstein"

The Holy King opens his mouth.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Makina"