The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"Hi, brother."

Angelica, dressed as a man not to be insulted, had gone out to Alfred's office, as she was told.

I'm not crushing my chest, but I'm wearing a slack, not a skirt, down there.

"What did you say earlier?"

Alfred is frustrated.

It was the usual thing.

I guess I don't like Ange's very existence.

Like assassinating him, Ange doesn't get any drinks, no food in this castle, and Alfred can't publicly slaughter and kill him.

For Alfred, the rumor is that he feared his younger sister ten years old and assassinated her is troubling.

It seems to me how much I lose my back, and my brother, who kills my sister, simply has a bad image.

If you're going to do an assassination, it has to be a way of dying where there's only some excuse for having nothing to do with you.

In that sense, the Crusaders ahead were the best opportunity.

The battlefield is off the territory and we don't know what will happen on the battlefield.

But in the end, it didn't work out.

"It's true, though. I'm sure you did some work and started a civil unrest, but I doubt how successful you have been."

"Is that a big problem? No, it's not a problem."

Is it your bragging logic that you are overwhelmed with force?

But how was Tirrerme in the group days?

It hit the army of the Carruguignon Empire with a 70% increase in force differential, but was still overwhelmed.

Force difference is a magic word. Confound and alarm fools who do not know war.

Take a good look at people and you'll see.

A magnificent worker who eats a lot of breakfast strikes a heavy axe forcefully, even when knocking down a tree.

But hungry workers who have nothing to eat are just flirting with waving axes.

We're both one and the same in numbers.

Differences in numbers and power cannot be expressed in terms of proportionality.

Numbers are numbers, and forces of war are invisible concepts.

"It would be a problem. There's at least one person over there, someone who's pulled out. Such people are what comes to mind if the country is rough. I might change my stupid head. I can't tell you how vulnerable it is."

In Siyalta, there is a man named Yuri Howe.

Ever since he fought in the previous war, Ange has been looking closely into him.

It is the Union of Euphos that has the best knowledge of Euri Howe among the Casolic countries.

Yuri Howe has nothing to do with the Howe family (?) has its own trade fleet, which it uses to trade with the Republic of Albio.

The Euphos Union is in hostile relations with the Republic of Albio and naturally has forced many spies to sneak into his country.

Via the Republic of Albio, the figure of Yuri Howe comes through.

Ange had travelled well to the Euphos Federation in relation to the wine trade and had exchanged information when she took a seat at the social table.

In tax revenues from Ultima, it was impossible to create a spy and intelligence network independently, so they were informed by socializing.

"It's in every country, like the best people out there. Isn't that the army of the late Shan? With all the ingenuity, there's no element for the Crusaders to lose"

"What do you think? In the Crusades ahead, the man did it to me. He's the one who burned the Pope's supplies and killed the dragon."

"So..."

Alfred said as frustrated.

"It's a bad habit of a woman. Obsessed with one thing and not trying to see the whole thing. Let's say that there were such people who had the qualities to dominate and reign in civil strife. But the Crusaders will not wait long for it. It would wage war in less than six months. What you're saying isn't a big deal."

That could be true.

Ange, concerned about the defeat, was perhaps too aware of Yuri Howe.

But Alfred never fought Yuri Howe.

As a result of Epitaph Palazzo going to that battle, and tasting scattered defeats and playing a slow retreat, Alfred got the king's capital Reform and Queen, and the biggest achievement he could think of.

That's a great success.

But I didn't fight Yuri Howe.

Had we witnessed that magical martial law, we would have changed our minds in the same way.

"You should be careful, that's all."

However, there is no need to convey the suspicion in good faith.

Alfred's right, Yuri Howe's rise is just one of the assumptions Ange took on his own.

Excellent, but genius, but man is not omnipotent.

When you die, you die quickly.

It was one of Ange's life lessons, taught by the death of her father.

If Epitaph Palazzo led the conspiracy, he hates Yuri Howe and will, of course, try to eliminate it as a matter of priority.

Perhaps he was already a deceased.

"How old are you when you say you're the one who pulled it out?"

"I thought you were about twenty."

"Ha, what can only twenty young men do? Too bad you're too late to give birth."

Ange wondered if it was a hit on her.

Because of his late birth, Ange was placed outside a mosquito net in the battle for the throne.

When the difference in years is ten, Alfred's desire to attain the throne with aging is not fulfilled either.

"Perhaps so. Well, I've advised you as a subordinate, so don't worry about it."

"Don't say it from the beginning. I'm not asking for your opinion."

Which mouth said "Angelica, do you have something to say" at an earlier meeting?

Ange remembered word for word.

"That's rude."

But it doesn't make sense to answer.

Ange bowed her head in a special victory.

"You are being approached by the Euphos Federation. See you later. Now go to your daughter-in-law."

This was the price of obtaining information.

Ange looks good, even if she says so herself.

In social seats, it is common for the wrong young man to propose.

"I refuse"

"Chip... Then just disappear. It's a blind eye."

"Now, excuse me."

Ange lowered her head with a pepper and turned her heel back.

"Wait."

I hear voices from my back.

Turning around, Alfred threw a piece of paper from across the desk.

Spread out in the air, fall at close range.

"Write down your no reply. annoying."

"Yes, we will."

Ange gives in, picks up parchment paper.

On his way up, something touched his shoulder.

A sword lying on my shoulder.

"Brother, play"

Ange stood up with a sword belly on her shoulder.

My brother, the king, is stretching out the sword he pulled out.

……

If Alfred slips his sword to the side, the sharp sword will cleave Ange's neck.

Then it's the end of the volume.

But Ange read that Alfred would not.

Alfred is already notorious enough for his stigma during the battle for the throne.

The assassination of my second brother was still understandable. Because he was a good opponent (rival) in the battle for the throne.

But it wasn't a good idea to kill my younger brother, who wasn't even old enough.

My brother, five years younger than Ange, was twelve when he was killed.

Naturally, I had no ambition, I wasn't after the throne.

The stigma of a despicable king who killed his brother cowardly has yet to be wiped.

In addition to that, Ange is well known as a self-admiring but well-governed lord and popular with the public.

He's hiding his fangs, so he doesn't have a reputation for aiming at the throne either.

At least, you can't kill him in the office.

"... Huh"

In the end, Alfred drew his sword.

"Now, excuse me."

Ange turned her heel back and left the room behind.

Close the door, pass next to the knight of the escort, and walk down the corridor for a while.

Then Gustave, a subordinate of the abdominal heart, lay down, who had refrained a little further away.

"Dear Ange, were you okay?"

She asks me worried.

For him, this is close to the enemy's lair.

"I'm fine. I was intimidated."

Ange saw Alfred as having heart disease.

I guess that's a disease peculiar to those who sat on the king's throne until they murdered his family.

Simply put, Alfred doesn't care when Ange kills him.

Because I've done it, Angelica will do the same, I think.

Ange has never sent an assassin or anything to Alfred, but Alfred's subjectivity dictates that the reward for the assassination and plot continues.

I don't know the detailed symptoms, but I'm sure he's not poisoned by his diet or worried about it unusually.

They've only put cold meals in their mouths for years now.

It's been almost three years since Alfred took office, but poison watchers fell into poison, etc., even though it hasn't happened once.

"I'll take care of it. Do you want to go home"

"Let's go around the city and go home. This place is uncomfortable."

I just wanted to leave.

Going around the city doesn't mean I have a lot of errands to run.

Since the industry in the territory is wine, go to the liquor store and buy some prestigious wines and pile them up in the carriage.

Ultima doesn't have a clothing store where she can tailor her outfit, so if she needed it, she needed to stop by the tailor (tailor), but she didn't need it this time.

All you have to do is run enough errands to show your face to the bookstore where you're going.

When he showed his face to the bookstore, the owner greeted him with his cracked presbyopia.

"Hey, Angelica, it's been a while"

When the old man said that in his squeamish voice, I was relieved.

This shopkeeper comes to serve as just one of his customers, knowing or not about Ange's birth.

For Ange, that was easy.

"It was shabby. Any good books?

"That's a book in Shan. I took the flow."

That said, the shopkeeper walked into the back room.

I'll be right back.

"This and this."

Five books, bound together in strings, were placed in front of a two-bundle counter.

Reading the title on the back cover lined up something quite interesting.

"Can I have a piece of gold?"

"Yeah, fine."

Ange put a piece of gold on the counter.

Books in Shan are usually in the hands of specialist vendors, where they are dismantled.

Parchment can be reused when you cut letters, so there are vendors whose fingers gather and make the clever poor to shred.

The original letter will look thin, so it can't be used in the Bible, but it will be about the merchant's writing book.

One piece of gold in a book ten is a cheaper price compared to a book in the Terrorist language, but I guess it is still higher than the price a vendor would buy for a mountain.

"Thanks, please again"

Raising his hand and calling his men, one knight came waiting outside the store and took a bunch of books with him.

"Are there any other good books?

"Oh, is there a scripture in Mr. Angelica's house"

"Of course I do."

No matter how poor Altima is, there is about a book of Scripture in the castle.

Even if you rot, you are a local lord.

"Well, I don't really recommend it... I've had these books lately."

What the shopkeeper took out of the counter was a book.

Undecorative book with a large ”Bible” on the cover of a calm colour, underneath which is marked ”Translated and Explained in Terrorist”.

"It's made of vegetable paper, but it can be sold cheaply, so I recommend it."

"Yeah."

Is it cheap because it is not decorative?

Ange wasn't a biblical collector, and if he wasn't so decorative, he wasn't very motivated to buy because he couldn't see it in his bookshelf.

However, putting the Bible at home is also a manifestation of faith, so it seems like a good thing to distribute it at a price that can always be prepared for a house of ordinary people.

"How much?

"Available in seven silver coins"

Seven silver coins.

Given that it is not uncommon to wear a hundred parchment scriptures when it comes to silver coins, it could be said to be a cheap price.

"Wouldn't that be too cheap? Is it used?"

"No, it's brand new. Here."

The shopkeeper turned around the middle of the book.

Sure, if I hadn't faded, I wouldn't have any dirt on me. It was brand new.

Only the first acronym of the page is lavishly decorated, and then the letters are lined up neatly.

Compared to the ordinary scriptures, it was plain.

However, the characters other than the initials are different and have the same shape as the judgment was pressed.

Thanks for the effort reduction. They make prints on itineraries like prints, but for that, the form of the letters is too even.

It's not dirty, rather it's easy to read without seepage, but it was creepy somewhere that the same letters were lined up as I pushed the verdict.

The pages are separated by a single line in the lower third or so, with a description below them.

A scripture with commentary is something I've never seen.

Normally, the commentary is given orally by the clergy.

This is also a new attempt.

"Can I read a little?"

"Of course, I don't mind."

Ange slipped her eyes on the paper with the book on the counter.

Immediately, I realize that the translation is completely different from the Bible in the library.

The parchment scripture in Altima is of course a sincere translation scripture, so that's not a bad translation either.

But this translation was so beautiful.

It's like poetry, but it doesn't feel like it's scattered in meaning, and the text progresses in a unique rhythm while rhyming.

He describes the fascination of scenes and discourse without any glare and without breaking the meaning.

Even though the contents of the Qin translation are not different from those of the Bible, there was a smoothness that could be made into a song as it was when I recited it.

Could it have been translated by a woman?

"This... is not an honest translation."

"That's right. Well, the only way to get away with it is to make it in a monastery."

Maybe so.

Almost all of the Bibles in the world were made by monks as part of their work.

One of the tasks of a monk is a copy of the Bible.

I read and copy, so I can learn and work, and that's what the monastery earns, the work of three birds a stone.

In rural monasteries, you can also work in field work making wine and liqueurs, but there are no fields in urban monasteries, so I only do about a copy.

Some monks have a reputation as skillful makers, and such scriptures increase in value by the name of the monks.

When it gets to that point, the outfit is also luxurious and not only decorated on the letter on the head of the page, but painted with paint.

"Yeah, but this... wasn't written by a half-breed indoctrinator,"

"You seem to have a good reputation. I don't understand Tot, so I don't know how to translate it."

"I don't understand Tot either."

Tot is an ancient language used in Biblical scriptures, and grammar is very cumbersome and difficult to understand.

For about a decade now, full completion was no longer recommended even among clergy on the grounds that it was too burdensome.

That's how hard it is to speak.

"Well, you'll learn this commentary too, so if you have money, I was wondering if it wouldn't hurt to buy it. It's easier to understand than the Bishop's theory."

"I see...... Well, if it's about seven pieces of silver, why don't we take it home?"

Ange took seven pieces of silver out of her purse and placed them on the counter.

"Every time."

Store owner says.

Ange, somehow trying to make sure of the cover, turned the cover of the book once closed.

Suddenly there is a table of contents and the year or place where the book was written is not written anywhere.

Politely, there was a column under the table of contents marked "The Curse of the Theft Booker," which made me laugh softly.

The Book Theft Curse (Book Curse) is usually written on the next page with the cover turned for the purpose of cursing the person who stole the book.

When it becomes a fairy tale-like book, it is written in the back because it feels like a slaughter when you have it from the beginning.

If you ask me, it's like harassment of a thief.

Normally, ”Anyone who steals this book, borrows it and doesn't return it, or buys it knowingly, should not be cursed. It says don't let them nail you a thousand degrees, bleed you out of a thousand holes and die” etc.

Indeed, in the text pressed in the version, the curse would have no effect either.

After all, the curse is written by hand, so write it yourself if you need it.

It was interesting that the frame was deliberately set.

Then I thought it was the type behind it, and when I turned it, it was there.

Publication year 2020

Publishing house Herrett Abbey, Largolanco Island

Casolica Patella Wichita, Head of Translation

And it says on the last page.

This was hilarious too.

It would be a publication of lawlessness, so I guess there's no way I can honestly write about it, but this is ironic.

Speaking of Largolanco, it's a land with deep ties to Casolica Wichita.

In ancient times there was something like a school called the Monastery of Largolanco, but nowadays, as an itchy land for saints, a famous church called the Church of Largolanco is built.

It is a church normally present in the northern part of the Kusr peninsula, and the island has nothing to do with it.

I didn't know Casolica Wichita's baptismal name was Patella, but this is also interesting.

Saint South Recruiter Patella is a saint who attempted to preach to the Southern Continent aboard a ship during the high brother drifting period and is considered the guardian saint of sailors and political persecutors.

It is a baptismal name that applies to many people who have been toddler baptized, but is unlikely given the life of Casolica Wichita.

"It's going to be an interesting read. Well, if you have another book in Shan, keep it."

Ange closed the book and held it aside.

I have no business anymore. Let's go home to Ultima.

"Yes, I got it. Come again."

The shopkeeper said relaxing while sitting in the chair.