The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Guided by soldiers, when Angelica arrived at the place, what a noise it was there.

Something tells me someone's home.

About ten people are doing something strange.

"It is Angelica Sacramenta of the Royal Family of the Tirrerme Divine Empire. What a fuss."

When Angelica said so in the lead, apparently it was full of peasant militias, just going right and left, and no one could give a decent reply.

"Enough, let it pass!

Speaking out loud, the peasant militias are scattered.

And it was one knight, lying on a cloth laid on the ground, who was in the place where he appeared.

At first glance, I can see you're injuring your right leg.

You stepped through a big blade, and a big scar was piercing the back of your foot.

The shoes were not taken off, but a large amount of blood overflowing from the shoes is wetting my pants.

The wound didn't look fatal, but he hasn't been treated properly.

In this case, you should tie your knees, you're actually tying them, but you're not oppressing me about what I'm mistaken about.

Even a shoelace would tie it a little harder. So much so that I want to say, it's hanging loose.

Seeing a knight like that didn't confuse Angelica.

The measures are dumb, but the soldiers who are wounded this way are all over them, and they are still somewhere in the camp, dead from the weak.

But it was odd that, three days after the meeting, such a vivid sick man appeared.

"Hey, what's up?"

call.

"Ugh, duh..."

His eyes were void.

There's too much blood, at a glance.

"Hey, take care of him"

When he gave instructions to the man under his command, three or so human beings immediately came out and quickly tore the man's trousers apart.

When you hit the cloth you took behind your knees, turn the overlaid cloth into a (...) te (...) and tie it tight with a sturdy rope.

And I moved on to the task of taking off my shoes.

"Hey, talk briefly about what happened"

Angelica ordered one peasant militia in sight.

"Uh, xxx, falling into the pit xxx... there's a blade..."

What the peasants began to do was hear too little of the southern country dialect to hear Angelica.

Peasants are masters of speech, whether they are farmers or homemade farmers, but some of them, like serfs, do not have a decent verbal life.

Unlike homemade farming, where they do anything themselves, these people have only had extremely simple tasks done by birth, so flexible tasks can't even be told to "do it".

In other words, it was so incompetent that it was difficult to devote itself to the brush tongue, that for those who had been educated by royal aristocracy like Angelica, it felt like another creature.

Of course, Angelica knows that not everyone does, and some of them are competent.

But when it comes to sending people to the battlefield, it's a reasonable decision to choose the people who are as dead as possible without loss.

If the bloody young man did not volunteer, it was mostly the most useless incompetence to be sent.

Perhaps this bleeding massive knight, too, did instruct him to stop the bleeding, but he didn't understand just what it was called "tying it tight and stopping the bleeding," and he didn't stop the bleeding properly.

I don't know if I'll live or die, but it's bad luck, Angelica thought.

"Sonde..."

"Enough."

When Angelica said so, the peasant militia stopped talking and nodded as Shun.

You've done something wrong, and I feel guilty.

"Bring me a man of general character. If you say the royalty of another country is here, it will come."

"I'm sorry our soldiers seem to be rude."

After a while, a man of some standing nobility arrived.

My lower stomach is swollen with sloppiness.

I was looking at Angelica with a likeable look at whether a woman on the battlefield was unusual, or whether a woman on the battlefield was unusual.

"With all due respect, which faction are you from?

He asks.

Neither faction, I thought I wouldn't know, usually with a family crest sewn on my coat, but I didn't give it to my mouth.

Of course, the family crest sewn on Angelica's coat is one of the most famous crests in the Islamist world.

If you are a nobleman, you can even say that what you don't know is uneducated.

"I am Tirrerme. The Divine Empire is a member of the royal family, Angelica Sacramenta"

"Ugh."

The magnificent man turned his beard around.

And I don't say anything from myself.

Ask the royal family who you are, and I didn't know you wouldn't talk to me.

Normally, when you ask someone about their identity, whether you want to name them first or ask them first, after they name them, you also introduce yourself.

"… and in what position will you be revealed?"

Angelica bothered to hear it from herself because she never spoke.

This is why I don't like pope people.

Does the pride of being in the service of a sacred home country make you do so, looking down on others by the unusual, or mistakenly believing that even lower nobles have superior status to other kings?

The Tyrrelme royal family should also be a venerable subject for them because the divine emperor of the Divine Guardian Empire is their ancestor if they follow the original, but they do not try to be respectful by bringing up that there have been two precious bitches marriages along the way.

"I am Count Fermt Karzil, who is in charge of this matter. He is the consul of Multo City and the battalion leader of the Knights."

It was a great title.

In papal territory, the priests, culminating in the pope, hold the full powers of the country.

However, operations such as taxation and policing are outside its jurisdiction.

There is no way that priests who are supposed to serve God can go around taking up taxes with their sacrificial clothes on, nor can they hold a weapon, so people called consuls are appointed and they are supposed to represent the executive.

The knowledge around it was also known by Angelica when she read it in the book of things.

The consul is entrusted with the authority of a high priest or a person who bribes a high priest with a large sum of money.

Also, although the Knights of Shinobi borrowed the name of the Knights of the Shinobi Empire, the reality is nothing more than a private army formed by the Lords.

In other words, I am saying a great deal, but a nobleman entrusted with the city of Malt, the city of which is the earl territory. Nothing more than that.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions, was this Knight Hall following a fugitive long-eared?

"Mm-hmm. You're right, but you seem to have returned from a tragic injury."

After all, he's a knight who was chasing long ears.

Either it fitted into a trap set by the long-eared, or it even fell into a trap for the beast made by a local hunter.

"So what happened to the Dragon Knight?"

"I'm not home"

Does that mean that there has been no progress?

It's a fine thing.

"So what's up with the long-eared corpse"

As then, Angelica heard.

"I'm letting you sleep in the tent?

"Hmm? What do you mean?

Angelica was surprised.

I wonder what that means.

If it is the long ears that have caused so much damage, in the Pope's culture, the corpse should be exposed to the sun.

Angelica thought it was already stuck.

I just didn't go see those executions because I don't have a hobby of going to see them.

"What do you mean by that?

And the man gave it back with a thin smile.

Bad guess.

"Why don't you shout at me? Your country will always do that."

All the long-eared men who killed Leinitscht, Angelica's father, were similarly condemned and left to rot.

Because Lenitzcht had always said such things as, "Be respectful to those who have killed themselves on the battlefield", neither of the lay servants intended to degrade the corpse, but the cross spear of the Pope's territory entered, and in the end he was made a exposed one.

Angelica doesn't hold a grudge against those who killed her father.

So I wasn't particularly dissatisfied with that cross spear.

But it doesn't fall to my heart.

"Oh, you mean that. I can't understand your face. Face the clap that fell... like this"

The man held his hand and gestured his fist against his face.

"Looks like we hit a rock with momentum. If you can't understand your face, it doesn't make sense where you expose yourself."

Angelica has no point in being exposed because she can't understand her face. I wasn't sure of the reasoning.

I'm convinced it's just that.

In the first place, I don't have hobbies that delight me when I see a corpse that has been humiliated and humiliated, so I can't possibly understand their psychology.

Well, not knowing your face means not knowing who you are, so you set up a fake to execute it so the real thing wouldn't get caught. Is there any chance that I can suspect something like that...

"Mm?"

Seriously?

"That corpse, of course, must have had long ears?

"It's been cut off, but it's the devil, so it'll be decided for a long time"

Fool. I almost said, I managed.

"It would be the right ear that cuts it off. Isn't your left ear supposed to stay?"

Cutting and replacing pointy right ears instead of neck marks is a method employed by contracted mercenaries, such as paying money according to the number of necks taken, and several factions offering special rewards in a similar way.

However, only the right ear can be redeemed, and the left ear is not eligible for redemption.

If it passes, those who go round and round their ears will continue to do so.

"Come on... how did it go..."

Haven't you looked into it properly?

If you have no right ear, no left ear, and your face is crushed, can't you tell it from a human body?

"Let me check the body."

When I say,

"No..."

And, Fermt looked sinister.

It looks just like my face when I told the merchant to show me the books.

It's inconceivable that I'm falling back on my enemies, so I guess there's nothing nasty about it, but I'm reluctant to get my mouth pinched by my job.

"The damage is not such that your wife can see it."

I started making excuses that I didn't understand.

"Now, isn't every faction flooded with critically ill and corpses? I have not walked this far with my eyes blocked. Not for a reason."

"... whatever happens when you look at it. It's a particularly bad corpse."

Gone. Here we go.

It's irritating.

"If you really don't want to see it, officially..."

It was when Angelica said so.

From across, Gasha, I heard the rubbing characteristic sound of sheet metal armor.

Because she was excited, or Angelica didn't realize it until she was right around the corner.

Turning in the direction of the sound,

"In a good mood, Your Highness Angelica"

There was a young man with a luxurious figure.

He weaves a deep purple cape and wears a gorgeous cloth garment with gold thread underneath.

The sound of sheet metal armor was the sound of heavy metal armor ringing, worn by the side knights.

The man himself is not wrapped in armor, but he has a sword on his lower back, like a sabel.

Again, although it was only slightly visible, it had a luxurious design on the pattern and sheath.

I don't have a problem with money. It's just my outfit.

Speaking from the teachings of my father, Leinitscht, I did not envy him, but he looked beautiful, as using heavy and soft gold (Kin) for combat costumes was futile in every sense and only harmful.

"Sir Palazzo. Long time no see."

This man is a knight named Epitaph Palazzo, nephew of the Pope.

He did not become a priest for any reason, but walked the path of a knight, and in this crusade he was promoted to the Great Master of the Knights of the Sacrament.

The archbishop horse is a position appointed immediately by the Pope, as head of all the forces of the Pontifical Territory of Casolica, when the Crusades and the coalition of Islam are dispatched.

This means that this man will be the commander-in-chief of the papal army.

In this crusade, the title of the apex of the papal leadership is still heavy and has a stronger say than the head of any country, although he gave the honor of all army directors-general to his fool Alfred, in view of the fact that he is the new king who has just taken the throne.

Angelica had met this man at an earlier military conference.

At that military conference, Angelica put forward a new weapon proposal about the fortress offensive, which was adopted with the approval of Epitaph.

It will also be in that relationship that the Commander-in-Chief, Epitaph, is here.

The new weapons are to be assembled locally, so it takes around a week to complete.

The siege of the fortress ended and we entered the waiting time for it, so we finally came to see the fire scene. Something like that.

"So, what's up today?

Epitaph has listened with a smile without disgust.

His face is dodgy when he smiles at me.

"Yes... I'm looking into the (more or less) arson, but when I heard about Lord Fermt here, the body of the long-eared found seemed suspicious..."

"Well, I see. So you want to test it out?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Yes, I apologize"

Rude would be against eavesdropping.

"No, because this is where we were talking out loud..."

"So... you want to see the body of the thief"

"Exactly."

"Now, Lord Fermt, give me guidance."

"Ha...?

"So give me a guide. I want to see it, too."

"But... I thought it was really ugly."

Here we go again.

Angelica wanted to sigh.

"I don't mind."

"Ah... I'll take a look if I have to."

"Are you going to make me say it twice?

When Epitaph said with a thin smile, Fermt solidified as frozen.

"Yes...... I will show you. Here it is…"

I did.

Exactly the voice of heaven from your boss, you can't go on.

Angelica headed for a tent that was less than a minute's walk away.

When you open the curtain, the smell of blood gets on your nose.

Angelica entered the tent as she covered her nose with a handkerchief.

Its body, which lay on its back, had not been clothed either.

The face is crushed and I see it's unlikely to be identifiable.

Fermt is right, it doesn't feel good to watch.

"Hmm..."

Epitaph looked at the body with interest.

Angelica also takes a glimpse of the body given on the table.

Surely both ears had been crushed.

Did it hit a sharp rock as well? The tip of the ear is missing on the left ear.

But the clothes you're wearing belong to a long-eared country.

Gear looks pretty superior.

Long-eared eagle riding is naturally a good armor, as it is mostly an extra upper class, but nevertheless of good quality.

"But now you don't understand."

And Angelica said.

Actually, I thought this body might be a dragon rider, not an eagle rider, but now I can't wait to confirm it.

If your ears are crushed and you can't confirm your face, you can doubt it, but you can't be sure.

It is arguably limitless suspicious in relation to the Dragon Knight not returning......

The clothes are obviously long-eared, so I may have let them change to disguise the body.

Therefore, if you take off all your clothes and naked it is possible that you will discover some new scratches, etc.

But that doesn't prove it.

…… Don't you know?

"What?"

"There are other ways to distinguish between demons and people, besides ears."

Eh, and I almost spoke out.

Really? I didn't know.

"Really? I didn't know him as an oligarchy."

"It's surprising that you don't know as much as Lord Angelica. Well, it's kind of like I found out because of the fun (...) flavor (...)"

I don't know what my hobbies are, but I'm interested in discerning them.

If it's like a secret, I can't help it if you tell me to stay out, but I wanted to know if I could.

"If you can, I'd like to tell you"

"Of course, I don't mind."

"Well, thank you"

"Yes, then let's get started"

Good.

Epitaph first took off his long-eared armor and exposed his skin.

Her chest hair is growing and her skin, which is not covered in blood, is slightly brown.

I still don't feel like a long-eared body, but I can't prove and affirm this because Angelica has never actually seen a man naked or anything like that seriously.

Then, when the sabel was removed, the tip was slowly brought closer to the belly of the long-eared, broken into two parts so as to break the belly skin, and when wiped with a cloth it was tucked away in the sheath.

What...?

Angelica frowned because it was such an unusual behavior.

Epitaph then took off his skin gloves and rolled his sleeves.

No way......

"............ ugh!

Epitaph stuck his bare arm in the belly of his long ear.

Looking used to it, I thought I explored Guchuguchu and his belly, pulling one of his organs off, pulling out his arm.

A bright red arm stained with blood came out.

Epitaph sprinkles water from the water bottle and bleeds on his organs, as if nothing had happened.

When you check the vivid organ soot,

"You're still a human. Demons and humans have different spleen shapes."

I told him not to do anything.

"To tell you, it's quick to compare it alongside the demon's spleen… verbally, the demon's spleen is a little bigger than this and the shape is slightly rounded"

"Ugh..."

Angelica had physiological nausea.

such as cracking a human belly and removing organs......

Is this because you have a high taste in (...)?

I don't understand.

"Hmmm...... it still seemed a little too irritating for your lady. Sorry for the inconsideration..."

Epitaph put his hands on his stomach so that he could discard his organs, just that he was no longer in use, and plucked them with a cloth.

"Yes, no. I learned a lot......"

"You're welcome."

Epitaph smiled and turned to Fermt.

"So, Lord Fermt? I would have ordered you to be in charge of this matter..."

Epitaph had a masked smile on his face.

"Shh, sorry about the soot. Shishi But"

Fermt is pale in the face and lowers his head as he drips his sweat.

Now I could understand Fermt's fright of Epitaph.

I guess he had heard of his bloody reputation beforehand.

"Do you have an opening?

"My God, the knowledge that organs are different from demons and humans, etc. Ha!

"That's a painful excuse. Lord Angelica, who is here, first of all suspected from the circumstances and, when I stripped my clothes, looked at the brown skin to reinforce my suspicions. Thou hast no doubt, thou hast determined this man to be a devil, and because of it two devils are still fleeing while mocking us."

"Ha... I'm so sorry about that... We're going to do more than we can right now..."

I apologized with my head down.

"Good, open up before God."

"Eh."

It was when Fermt raised his head to ascertain the sincerity of the epitaph.

Epitaph held a sheath with a sabel tucked away in his right hand and hit Fermt in the neck with his left hand to unplug.

"Ngu."

Fermt restrains his neck with his hands as he speaks like he swallows a saliva.

But from his neck, torn with a sharp sabel, there was so much blood that he could not contain it with his hands.

"............ Gaagabob!

Fermt talks about suing something, but it seems the blade was damaging the airway, bleeding and speechless.

"Ng-woo!"

Conversely, I use lung air to talk, and I can't breathe.

Even if you try to, you can't smoke well because of the mixing of blood.

Fermt became quiet after a while as he collapsed from his knees and wandered around on the floor.

"... I didn't kill you."

Angelica, who had a blood splash, told her to protest.

Nausea has subsided.

Lord Angelica doesn't understand.

"What?"

"We lost half of our supplies in that raid... If you are Lord Angelica, who is savvy in military science, you cannot possibly know how much it will cost. The great devil who did so much tricked us and thus left God in vain, and we both continue to escape safely."

Apparently, the papal realm kept half its materials in one place.

From Angelica, it just seems inert, though I'm sure it's easier to manage and prevent theft.

"Besides, because of his incompetence, the full pursuit has been delayed by three days. That doesn't make any difference anymore from your disloyalty to Jesus. Because at least the knights of our papal realm need to eradicate the devil with all their spirits."

"Does that mean he's a reasonable traitor to death?

"That's what happens"

Something stupid like that?

If you're referring to treachery, it still won't mean treachery.

Are you going to say that being incompetent is spitting on faith?

"I see. I'm impressed with your wisdom."

Angelica put a lid on the inside and said things she didn't even think about.

"You seem to understand. Above all."

"What do you do with tracking? If you don't mind, my team will take care of it."

That was the point.

Angelica is looking into the geography around here.

Even if you allow three days ahead, your long ears will be fleeing on foot through the woods.

If you go down the street with a horse, you'll be out of step fast, and there's plenty of chance you can catch up.

I guess the opponent is on his way to the King's Capital, which hasn't crashed yet, so you just have to get ahead of him to the right place.

That would also lend it to papal territory.

"No, I'll ask Peninsula for this one"

"Hmm... Really?"

The Kingdom of Peninsula is also burning some supplies in the raid.

Angelica is, so to speak, an outsider on this matter, so if she wants the parties to do it, she has no choice but to back off.

"This time, they won't want results."

If there is so much resentment, I wish I had sent some of the papal real-life troops...

In that case, that force would be deprived of the opportunity to be active, and it would be a poor lottery.

If it is the kingdom of Peninsula, there are circumstances in which we are not attached to the effects of war.

It may be appropriate when it comes to competence.

"Perhaps so. Then I shall return to my own ranks."

If you can't entrust me with the job, I didn't need to be here anymore.

"Yes, well, I wish you well"

Epitaph had the same masked grin.

"Thanks"

Angelica walked away from her blood-smelling tent, remembering something thin on that smile.