The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

It was in the morning of June 20th that Angelica heard the newspaper.

At that time, Ange had participated in the siege of Reform, the capital of the Kingdom of Kirchna, and had been made to imitate the gendarmerie, unchanged in his ministry.

Five more days after the scourge reached the reformation.

The army, which surrounded the walls far away, had completed an attack that did not miss a single mouse, but had not yet begun to attack the castle.

Ange's reputation within the Crusades was boosted by his accomplishments in attacking the Rock Mountain Fortress and dedicating the siege cannons that made it his main point, but his treatment inside Tirrerme remains unchanged.

While remembering something uncomfortable with the treatment, Ange was turning her thoughts around in her own line.

It was then that soldiers of my subordinates came with the service of the decree.

"A deserter?

"Yes."

The soldier, who until earlier was in charge of policing, answered carefully.

"What's wrong with that? Are you an extra senior official?"

"No, it's not... Seems odd that you want to sell information"

Want to sell information?

"You're a dickhead again."

There are a number of ways to ask for information even if it is not sold.

Torture until it's no longer in a person's form, this one doesn't hurt or itch, and it's not punishable by anyone.

In the first place, it can also be said that the relationship between selling and buying is not formed.

"Well, I'll see you."

The man had been pulled up to the front of the tent without Ange having to go out.

Ange looks into the man's eyes.

Fear, is it?

No, in it, I can also see the color of the melancholy euphoria.

But the sitter is magnificent.

Supporting that would be unfounded confidence.

I have a distinctive Shan face, but I don't find it attractive at all.

Ange hated this man with one eye.

"If the words are wrong, make a correction"

Tell the translator who was being brought here.

He had long ears in brown robes and had a tattoo carved on his face.

This prevents them from being mistaken for slaves and so on and being taken.

More importantly, this man was also a teacher who taught Ange Shan.

"Yes, I will do that"

To that said voice, Ange nods and returns.

And turned to the man.

"You mean you want to sell the information?

Ange asked in Shan.

"This is a quick story. Exactly."

It was a great story.

After all, he seems to think a deal will be made.

"Hmm. What does the consideration demand?

"You… No, I want you to promise me a free life in your area and adequate pension benefits"

Are you nuts?

and Ange thought, barely enjoying laughing with her nose.

Since history, some Shans have been bought as slaves and have lifted their abilities to the right arm of the king with their weapons, but even he could not have lived a free life.

Besides, pension benefits are, I'm afraid.

It's a childlike view of the world.

"Depends on the content of the information. There is no way that such treatment can be assured without knowing the light weight of the content."

Which way, Ange will lie because it is impossible to guarantee the treatment of this man.

For Ange, lying was something she didn't feel comfortable with, even if her opponent didn't like her long ears.

But if you don't talk, you'll be tortured, and a tragic death awaits you.

Compared to that, it would be more moderate to be deceived by lies and freed outside the position.

"That could be true, too. Information is about the blonde Shan and the dragon killer you let go."

The man threw up lightly, not having the appearance of a rush.

"Hmm..."

The story caught Ange's interest at once.

But you can't listen to that story here, I thought.

Though caught during the alarm in charge area, Ange himself is not a heavy town or anything in the Crusades.

If you made a promise of a lie, and you just listened out, and you're the only one who heard it, I doubt you'll believe it.

Also, if you hear it out in lies, once you've spoken, it's possible to hold your mouth.

It would be troublesome if we agreed to the treatment in writing.

If possible, it would have been preferable to listen with someone whose position was a bit higher and considered a heavy town among the Crusaders.

Therefore, the man, named Jaco Yoda, was immediately escorted to the tent of the papal territory.

It is the man who most appreciates himself who Ange did not take to his brother emperor in his country, the head of a thinly creepy papal realm. There were sad circumstances.

Taking him to his brother, Emperor Alfred, was unlikely to be dealt with and crushed.

I beg your pardon.

When Ange arrived, Epitaph Palazzo, the archbishop of the Knights of the Sacrament, was praying in a tent created as a simplified cathedral.

"Oh, Lord Angelica. How have you been?

Epitaph, out of a kneeling prayer posture, stood up and turned this way.

"An interesting Shan surrenderer showed up, so I took you... did I interrupt your prayers"

"No, I don't mind."

"Really, I'm relieved. So... thank you for saying that the surrenderer knew where the blonde Shan was."

"Well... that's interesting."

"Yes. So I brought you"

"Well, let's get to the interrogation."

interrogation, which in this case would probably mean torture.

"No, you don't have to do that, I'm telling you I'll talk in exchange for treatment"

"Treatment...?

"Freedom in the prints of my species and he wants a pension"

"Pup."

Epitaph laughed as he blew out.

"Phew phew...... that's an interesting joke. The devil said," Freedom, etc. "What am I mistaken..."

Epitaph was fun, as I heard a heartfelt strange joke.

"But let's be easier and more accurate than torture. If it's just one lie."

Torture is a pain inflicted on a person, but tells them what they know, whether they are ten or twenty.

The tortured side tells us that there is no escape from pain and suffering.

That's how the information that came out is often wrong.

Because the torturer can't tell if he won't talk while he has information or because he doesn't.

From the beginning, he tortures those who know nothing, and as a result, he gets false information spoken of in pain escape, and he is danced to it. That means it's good.

It would be nice to know immediately if it is true, such as how to decipher a cipher, but not immediately if it is a military course of action.

"Sure, you're right"

"Well, I'm keeping you waiting outside."

"Let's go"

Ange and Epitaph all left the tent.

Leaving the curtain, there was a man with a rope in his rear hand and two Ange soldiers, and a translator.

The translator kept half his weight with his left hand on the bone of the tent due to his lack of location, but as soon as he noticed this one, he stretched his back and improved his posture.

"Are those there, translators?

"That's right. I brought you here."

Translator tattoos are common in this world.

It is a sign of perfect proficiency in both languages, so uncomfortable for everyone, that it is a sign of slavery, as well as a kind of credential.

If people like slave hunters attack this tattooed person and sell them in the city, they won't have to know and will be severely punished.

Because the owner of these translators is basically determined to be a military official or a slave trader.

"You, get your arms out."

…… Yes, I did. "

The translator put out his right arm.

"Not that way. Left arm."

"Yes."

The translator grabbed his right arm and immediately put out his left arm.

"To lay hands on the holy temple God has sent is an unforgivable barbarity at the hands of the devil. In the name of the Archbishop, I will sanctify you."

Epitaph laid his hands on a savel that sat on his hips.

Ange immediately guessed what she was going to do.

I'm going to slash my arm off.

Ange raised her voice in surprise because she didn't even think she was angry.

"Lord Epitaph! You're the translator I brought in. Please forgive me."

"Lord Angelica... you are kind. But it's only reasonable to give death to a demon who defiled the temple."

Epitaph has wrinkles between his eyebrows.

Again, even though the temple...... just has an altar in shape on a normal tent, he was concerned that he had his hands on...

This man, he can't read anything.

"If ignorantly I teach without sin, I am also at fault for not teaching the tent in advance as a temple. Would you excuse me, please, for this occasion?"

Ignorantly innocent, comes from the episode of the Book of Nok, in which Jesus pardoned the sin of a child who did not know but thus stole and ate fruit.

The exterior of this tent did not show an indication of a temple, and Ange went inside to find out it was the first temple.

So instead of stealing the fruit for the translator, they said it was the fruit if I was touching the stone, it's a level story.

Exactly. I'm so sorry to lose my arm with this.

"Hmm..."

"Besides, if we kill this guy, we'll have to bring in a new translator."

View Translator.

I was perceiving the situation, crawling to the ground and begging for forgiveness.

That's fine.

"... forgive Lord Angelica for this occasion"

Seeing as the translator, the hoarding dropped a bit, Epitaph said.

"Thank you"

"So is this the demon of the matter?"

Epitaph said, looking down at the man.

Jaco Yoda stands with his arms tied, looking confused, seemingly unaware of the circumstances.

"Yes."

"Translate."

I guess there are translators in the papal army in Epitaph as well, but they seem to use Ange's translators on this occasion.

"You may stand now."

When Ange ordered, the translator stood up, fearful, slowly.

"Make a request."

Yes, Epitaph said, the translator immediately fixed it to Shan and told Jaco Yoda.

"As I said, free living in your area and adequate pension benefits are conditional."

The translator now fixed the word to Kla and passed it on to Epitaph.

"Let it all come true and I will grant you your treatment as a nobleman. Tell me everything you can find out."

"I see. You promise. Then let's talk."

"... and they left here six days ago. You will be right to climb the streets of the sea to return by bypassing your troops in the north."

The information the man began to talk about was more serious than expected.

No way, who would imagine that the dragon was the famous Howe man, and that it was the blonde princess who was there.

The fish that let him escape was flashly large.

"This is a rumor, but it seems that the princess of this country escaped at the same time"

"Well... you mean Princess Terre"

Epitaph asked.

Ange was mildly surprised that Epitaph had memorized the name of the royal offspring of this country.

"Exactly. I love you guys, it's the blonde princess" Jaco Yoda distorted the end of his mouth disgustingly. "Truth is, I escaped because of it. We can't follow the royals who flee the castle."

Until I didn't even hear it, it was a very perky mouth.

"Next, let me ask you what's going on in the city and how you've escaped."

says Ange.

Formally, I thought it would be better if I didn't speak Shan, so I spoke as Kra.

In a way, that's more important information.

Because you will have useful information for the forthcoming siege.

Translators make translations.

"It's... I don't know"

"Why?

"Because I've run away from seeing people all night long. On the walls, the rope will be drooling when you flee... but it may have been recovered by now."

I see.

Given the smoothness of your mouth so far, you won't be reluctant to give out information if you betray the insiders.

In other words, not a human being who was engaged in defense in the castle has fled by free will.

Probably connected to a cell. and Ange thought.

I guess I got out of jail confused by the way the battle went, and the rest was all I could get away with.

If you were the one who kept running away blindfolded, you wouldn't have had the chance to talk to others, or to crumble and observe the streets and castle gates.

I mean, Jaco Yoda doesn't know what's going on under the castle, and therefore he doesn't know where the weakness is.

"Lord Angelica, do you still have any questions for this (...)?

"No."

What I want to ask, I generally did.

"Bye."

Epitaph, when he put his hand on the pattern of the sword, roughly cut off the man's neck.

"Ngu......"

The man sees the epitaph with the eyes he says, Incredible.

Next, I saw Ange with the same eyes.

Like words, I guess the trachea is filled with blood and unspoken.

Sixty percent of the severed neck is suppressed by both palms.

but it seemed powerless and didn't make much sense.

In contrast, the expression on his face was rich.

I was watching Ange with my eyes full of hate.

Epitaph gently kicked around Jaco Yoda's chest to avoid a blood splash and kicked him down.

The eye that sees Ange turns to the eye that sees heaven, and before he does anything, he ceases to move.

………

What promise do you have to make me a nobleman? I didn't mean to ask Epitaph, for example.

Because it's such a ridiculous question.

Where a man like this was killed, Ange doesn't know what to think, but if you think about it, at the time I brought him to the epitaph, he probably couldn't take the option of opening up.

Ange felt a little responsible and felt sick.