The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Galla Godwin returned that day, with a tired look, to the office in the fortress on Royal Castle Island.

In the wake of the incident five days ago, the Wang Capital, caught in a freak, had now reached the extreme of chaos.

Galla Godwin had a full taste of mid-management grief in that narrow space.

My boss who just thinks he's been bought. juniors who are going to punch their grievances.

A subordinate who speaks of outrageous radicality.

It was Galla's role to be pinched and screwed up among such people.

Because of that, the sky is already completely dark. Galla hooked the handles of the lamps into the darkest room ceiling.

I was exhausted, but I can't go home in Wang Dubei District. It was because we were at war.

Also, there is no Galla bedroom in the barracks. It was because I had a home.

So Galla had to sleep in the office.

Cursed to have an arm resting in the middle of a long sofa for reception.

Even though he said he could sleep on the couch without this, Galla had to sleep with a sleeping bag on the hard floor.

It was when I took off on my military uniform, folded it in two, hooked it to the couch, and put my hand on my belt to work on the army.

"Hey."

"Whoa."

There was someone in the room.

When I looked out to my voice, a woman stood beside the entrance door.

Stand tight.

"Wait, it's the king's sword. I need to talk to you."

The king's sword.

Nevertheless, I didn't expect to try to get it down to my pants without realizing there were people there.

They're so tired. And Galla thought.

With a slight awkwardness, return the belt you nearly removed.

"The king's sword? Where is it now?"

"It's His Royal Highness Carol."

"Oh well... were they still alive"

I tried to wear it on my military uniform, and when I put my hand on the jacket I put on the couch earlier, a dusty zara lingered in my palm.

The disturbances of the last few days have made it completely dusty.

Somehow unwilling to put her sleeve through again, Galla sat on the couch with her shirt on.

"What's the story? Let's hear it."

The king's sword for Galla could be described as a rare, but close, being to each other.

It feels like a colleague in another department, close in position.

"Let's get straight to it. Turn around on this side."

Tileto said with his back gently deposited on the wall.

"... ugh"

"Is it weird to say go back to sleep? Follow the right Lord."

"What is the righteous Lord? Queen Carlia doesn't mean she's in trouble."

Galla said something that she thought was ridiculous and impeccable.

"The king's sword has rightly admitted to being the Lord. It seems that the witch admits that Karlya is closer to the will of His Majesty Simoney, but there is no time to argue."

"Ha..."

Galla was tired.

I was tired of hearing such truthfulness in my subordinate's protrusion.

In the last five days, I've heard a few questions about whether to reach a hundred.

If you also include the number that comes into your ear as you walk, it may have reached a thousand.

"I guess Luke Howe is dead. My best friend was murdered. Is that all right with you?"

"There's no way. But the military has a line to speak of."

It was a rule that got into Galla's mind.

Up and down. Follow orders above.

That is the absolute rule of the military mechanism, and some of its orders naturally include the content of death.

The punishment for those who fail to obey that rule, than it is, also requires that what takes life is the maximum sentence.

Since minor things such as bandit extermination predominate in the battle operations carried out by the First Army, most of the time, my battle power difference becomes overwhelming.

So there is little escape before the enemy, but it doesn't exist at all.

Galla had also cut off a young young man who had escaped the battle.

Do you mean I break the rules while I keep doing that?

Nevertheless, it was only a beautiful pre-construction, on the surface of Galla's heart.

It was an irrational order from a woman's superior officer, coming down on a daily basis, that stained Galla's heart with rules in a deep part.

No matter how ridiculous the order seems, you have to follow it. Even if you think you're right, you have to bend before the order.

Even if that is the decision that shapes the life and death of your men.

After decades of repeating it on a daily basis, Galla learned to give up.

In the army, the military broke up with absolute and created a mechanism in my mind to keep my mind from moving.

Galla was such a person, even as she behaved cheerfully in front of her best friends and subordinates.

"Can't you go against Metina Archhorse?"

Tileto said to mock.

"Oh, yeah. I don't care what you say."

When Galla said so, Tileto took his back off the wall and walked to near Galla.

Grabbing the jacket that was hanging on the sofa in the main, he pulls the knight's medallion from the chest part of the jacket.

When I dropped it to the ground, I stepped on it.

"Do what!

Suddenly trampled on his knightly pride, Galla stood up with an angry voice and grabbed by Tirreto.

Tyreto was silently grabbed in the chest, not avoided.

"You're not a knight, so you don't deserve this."

Tileto grabbed Galla's thick arm in an odd way, still stepping on the knight's chapter.

At one point in his arm, when he was thumbed up with a force that he didn't think was a woman's power, Galla's thick arm ran with sharp severe pain.

My hand opened on its own and I let go of my hand from my chest.

"To whom did you give your spear when you entered the Kingsguard? Did you dedicate it to Metina Archhorse? It won't be. In the presence of His Majesty Simoney, I presume he gave his spear to His Majesty. You who obey Metina, forgetting it and knowing it is against His late Majesty's will, are not knights"

"Gu......"

Galla bites her teeth.

I couldn't say it back.

The king's sword is the king's sword because he swears absolute loyalty to the king.

I wasn't chosen by blood. Many of them are orphans and are finally here after such harsh trials that there are many dead.

If the queen commands me, I'll kill the baby, and if I work, I don't hate to give my body to a man. Still, their hearts are proud.

Because I swear allegiance to the Queen.

It wasn't like Galla, who was worried about me right now.

Even imitating them like baby killers and prostitutes, they have the certainty in their hearts that they are honest in their loyalty to the Queen.

So I can be proud.

Galla wasn't.

So even I keep my vows when I give my spear to the queen. I couldn't argue with that.

Galla felt like she was not a knight, she was just one of the witch's men of crap.

Shaking her head off to shake off her unpleasant thoughts, Galla sat back on the couch again.

"Why come to me... First Army can't move anyway. Because the people below don't obey orders."

Galla looks at several pieces of paper, placed on a table between her two legs of sofa.

It was directly beneath the suspended lamp, a blind spot in the light source and dark, but it was certainly there.

There will no longer be anyone in the Wang capital who does not know what is written on this paper.

Even those who cannot read the letters know the contents by listening.

Due to this being scattered from the sky, the subordinates, who had suppressed it until then, have gone mad and are now losing control.

Why didn't we move then?

What were we just watching when the Second Army attacked the Imperial Castle and the Queen was about to be killed?

Wasn't it the queen's knight? Who the hell are we?

Some soldiers and others believed all about Billa and shouted that with momentum that seemed to shed even tears of blood.

I would still be screaming.

Today and elsewhere, one of the juniors has brought a piece of paper spelling out his joint name, slashing him into First Army headquarters in small numbers, slashing the witches' foremen, and so on.

Seriously, I thought about butching into a cell, but if I did that, there would be a real rebellion in the recoil.

In this state, we are not talking about moving the army.

"The Second Army and others have lost their will before they fought. I don't know if it's a lie or a truth, but the Euclidean Knights who went into pursuit were repelled by one of the old Howe knights and brought back the captain's neck. Survival is blowing around the horrors of the Howe family. It's like we lost before we fought."

From a gallop, I was talking about not having to go out of my way to go back to sleep because there's no way I'd ever lose if I fought.

I'm not talking about mindfulness, just in case.

Would a lion need insurance to hunt a handy raven?

The battle between the Howe family and the Second Army would be a one-sided ravage.

There are no elements to beat the Howe family.

"Yuriku......" That's what I said, Galla hesitated. He's old enough to graduate from the Cavalry and probably head the Howe family. "Lord Yuri thinks too much. You don't have to take my hand to win the war."

"In Yuri's opinion, the Crusaders will be here in a few months. The witch is selling the country to the Crusaders."

"Is...?

Galla stopped all her thoughts and became stunned.

"Even if all of the witch's plans went well and Yuri and His Highness Carroll were poisoned in the royal castle and Carlia became queen in the witch's hands, they have nothing to gain from the witch. Under His Majesty Simoney's Exchange, we can fight the Crusaders with one rock, but not even that in Carlia's regime. Given that the Crusaders are coming within a few years, it's just a seizure that we're seeing death, he said. If you think you have an agreement with the Crusaders to guarantee your own safety instead of selling the country, you say that Tsugumi is not the right person."

Galla's head turned bright white.

There was pain in his tired, blurred head, and he was forced to work.

Still, I couldn't stop thinking.

Would you have thought about it enough?

In the meantime, Tileto did not speak a word, he just waited.

Indeed.

A lot of elements teased me and I can't make a decision, but when I was presented with that possibility, I was certainly uncomfortable with the witch's plan.

If that story is correct, the country will perish.

Are we being held responsible for one stick of the traitor who sold the country?

"Yuri even wants to get a second army intact to fight that crusader"

When he saw that Galla's thoughts had come to a paragraph, Tileto said they were pompous.

"Naturally, the captain would be willing to change the total. I suppose you think if you put the Howe soldiers in your place and poke around for a few months, you'll be able to use them for a little while."

"Okay. The First Army won't move. If we try to move, we'll actively stop it."

Tileto sighed deeply when he heard Galla say so.

"Right. Yuri is supposed to cooperate because that guy was your father's best friend. That's what he said. Because you're one of those people who switched spears in front of the queen. Apparently, it was a mislead."

Tileto forged his remarks. There is no such word out of Yuri's mouth.

I exchanged information from Myalo and thought about it, it was a sudden trick.

"I want you to make no mistake. I move too, but I can't say for sure if I can actually master the First Army. Say you can do it here, and what if I fail? Lord Yuri's strategy will be broken."

"The only thing that seems certain is not to move the army."

"Well, it will. That much, I can promise you I can make sure."

"Okay. Let's tell him so. You don't seem to be worried about betrayal, so I'll pass on Yuri's plan to you. Listen carefully."

Tileto started talking about the plan.