The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Angelica Sacramenta was reading a Crusader's letter of communication that day in the castle of Altima.

"A total of 150,000?

Ange almost blew it out unexpectedly.

"Whatever it is, it'll be too much"

Falsely announcing the number of troops is something that will take place at any given time.

It is decided that more is better than less, so it is always falsified more.

The enemy is fifty thousand. Our army is also fifty thousand. Instead of announcing it, we have 90,000 troops, so it's advantageous. And it's better to blow, but the consciousness of the soldiers changes.

Nothing, because it doesn't cost money or lose money where the numbers are raised, it was an easy means of improving morale.

It's just that no one believes in bragging about "the total number of our army is 10,000" just where there are only a hundred.

Instead, I bought Shinjuku, so it was my conscience to keep it at twice, usually about 20-30%, even if it was served to the maximum.

At 150,000, if the Crusaders were to be 70,000, they would be more than double.

"I wonder about that. The last thing I'm saying, maybe I'm motivated by countries."

Gustave said.

"I guess so. I just don't have 150,000."

Speaking of 150,000, it becomes a considerable burden even for each country.

Alfred and the papal realm are so overwhelmed that they won't be small crusaders, but they are too many nonetheless.

"There are 150,000. But a hundred thousand might go over."

"Really? But the demand for slaves is falling. It doesn't taste good."

"Is it? After the next decade, after twenty years, there are no more crusaders. With that in mind, it's definitely a property that's going to go up in price."

Well, sure.

"And there's no longer a long-eared country, so there's a demand for breeding from now on."

"... don't get a bad chest"

A long-eared man cannot reproduce with a normal human being.

Attempts to breed long ears have been made several times, but every time they fail.

I don't know how it works, but they never get pregnant in the way that they appreciate and mate a man's long ear to the long ear they make him work in a whorehouse.

In order to get you pregnant, you have to make a period of not having any intercourse with a normal human being and continue to have intercourse only with your long ears for a long time.

This means that, for a prolonged period of several years, ordinary labour will be allowed, but the sex industry will not be allowed to engage, and it is not necessarily women who will bear the consequences.

That is very inefficient as a business, and for whorehouses and slave traders, it becomes a very attentive investment.

Even if we do not do so, no one has ever made such an attempt before, as every Crusader will have a new circulation of slaves.

But maybe from now on, the story will be different.

If the circulation of long-eared slaves ceases, the value will naturally rise.

If you choose a mate, you can also deliberately create someone with a good appearance.

If you think about it at intervals of fifty or sixty years, it is also possible that whoever controls that ”long minded investment” will earn huge sums of money.

"Master Ange, are you not willing to ride this war?

"Yeah... it's not like that"

"You may be offended, but I was wondering if taking the opportunity here to make money is the first step towards hegemony. There's no such thing as winning."

"Well, yeah..."

In common sense, it was right.

"Dear Ange, I understand your concern. Indeed, a war is something that you don't know what will happen. But..."

"I know."

Ange waved reluctantly.

"If there were 100,000, the difference in power would be double. Besides, the opponent may be seen as a weak soldier. There's no strong fortress, so there's no chance you'll be bothered by thoughts or unexpected delays. You're trying to tell me you're too worried."

"It doesn't mean I'm too worried. We should not be alarmed and, of course, we should be fully prepared. I was just wondering if I needed to be weak even though it was advantageous."

It was utterly true.

"I know. But I can't grasp what's going on over there. The only certainty seems to be that it will prevail in military terms, and everything else has become obscure. We don't even know who the other king is right now."

Ange feels it is a fierce element of anxiety.

The Confederation of Euphos and the papal realm may be grasping something, but they haven't been to the Confederation of Euphos in the last month or so, so the information was delayed.

"Even in the crusades of the past, there have been many such things. But I've crushed it with military force. Doubling it to enemies in the military is such an element. I'm going to kick most of your measures."

Gustave gave an honest argument that didn't even make a sound of Gwu.

"... ugh. Well, for sure..."

"... you've got your mouth shut again that's gone too far. Ange, follow Ange's will."

"I know."

Nevertheless, what is the matter?

"The option not to go is unlikely"

That's too weak.

"Then let's secure some food. Especially the preserved food. Even when things like this happen in the meantime, it's intolerable."

In his escape with the Knights of the Bodhisattva led by Epitaph, he suffered so much starvation that the hungry and dead went out.

If I hadn't met a herd of heralds there, if I hadn't had no artillery then, if I hadn't had any bullets left, I probably wouldn't have made it home.

The blood and flesh of the three hellazillas saved the soldiers and Ange.

Later or earlier, I never found the meat as delicious as it was then.

"I thought that was a good idea."

"The road too, let's find out better than ever. Securing exit is important."

"I thought that was a good idea, too."

Gustave repeated a similar dialogue, just standing in front of Ange's desk.

It doesn't give me an operation where scales fall out of my eyes.

That was something Ange should have thought about.

It's just that Ange and I don't have a plot springing up like water in a fountain.

There's no money. I can think of something like a genuine effort, but I couldn't think of any way I could dramatically improve the situation.

"Phew... that's enough. Go."

"Ha!"

Gustave left with a salute.

Some time after Gustave left, Concon and the door were knocked.

"Get in."

When Ange said, the door was opened and a woman working as a secretary at the castle turned up.

"Dear Ange, I would like to see someone named the Pontifical Commando."

"... what? Let it through."

"Yes, sir."

Pathan and the door are closed.

Another while later, they knocked on the door.

"Get in."

"I've brought you"

First the soldiers opened the door and went inside, followed by a man in priestly plain clothes.

He is also in a church in Altima, but wears black clothes all over his body.

He wears a round sleeve (cape) like a barrel with no buttons on the front, decorated from the top of the packed collar.

Its neckline is characterised by a twisted blue fabric embroidered with edge decorations and crosses by silver thread.

It's a pretty big thing, so I can tell at a glance from afar.

It's an Amulet of the Commandos.

"In a good mood, Your Highness Angelica"

A Superior Guard man bowed his head as he stood.

A commando squad is a squad that, as its name suggests, has been in the Papal Territory for a long time.

If you string history together, they used to be a squad that stood behind the formation in matches and helped prevent the formation from deciding by hammering the fugitives to death, but now they are another being whose name has remained.

The only name is Squad, not a martial monk who fights with a weapon.

Today it is their job to travel to countries to manage the progression of the Crusades.

Meet with kings in various countries, and confirm the number of troops this time in the tens of thousands.

And since it takes so much to get around, how many days before you leave, advise on things like that, fly pigeons to the papal realm and get in touch.

It also specifies routes, etc., and places the food in advance, so that the routes of the great army do not engage.

With such operations, the entire army can assemble at the prescribed deadline.

It is also one of their important tasks to consult with the King to ascertain whether the number of troops decided on actually set out.

For example, if a country promised to send out 50,000 people, only 10,000, and kept the rest on the mainland, its neighbours would have the threat of being invaded.

Naturally, I won't be talking about the Crusaders.

The Kings can safely challenge the Crusaders by ensuring that they are properly numbered and that no large-scale fraud has been committed.

They treat me like a troublemaker because I talk to them, but if they don't stay, they are also troubled.

And he is also a being who usually never comes to this place.

"How is it done?

Ange is always exposed to the danger of assassination, so he will not be alone in the room when he meets with an outsider, nor will he be allowed to go in first.

The soldiers stood by Ange's desk as they stood.

"Today, I'd like to speak to His Highness Angelica, and I'm here"

Let me ask you something.

"Have you heard from His Majesty Alfred the scheduled date of departure? If His Royal Highness Angelica is sending out his troops, he won't make it in three weeks."

"What -!?"

Unexpectedly, I almost got up.

It was water in his sleeping ear.

"Again...... Sacramenta's brothers and sisters are in trouble."

Ange immediately guessed the situation.

Daikon, I guess I was going to tell him on a critical due date and let him leave while he was unprepared.

Even if I inquired three days ago, I would only assume that this was intentional, since the date of departure was still pending and a response had come.

It's a relief.

"The kingdom of Peninsula and others are leaving the army for good. The expected date of arrival at the border is June 10…"

"... um"

On my departure itinerary in three weeks, it's pretty critical.

"Under Epitaph Palazzo, we appreciate your abilities exceptionally."

After all, is it the price of epitaph?

Even if I was complimented, I wasn't happy at all.

"I told you that in that faith there is a great deal to doubt... that's the same thing as any other king. Your brothers and sisters are not happy that your army will be cut off because of their misconduct."

"So he came to tell me,"

"Exactly. As you know, I (I) would never see the eunuchs."

It is customary for the Superior Guards, basically only to deal with kings, not to come to a crowd at the end like Ange.

The princes are those who have made a covenant with the king, and only the king reigns over them.

Over its head, most kings can't wait to feel uncomfortable when the Pope's Hands make contact with the Hordes and are thus given information or instructions.

In Ange's case, I don't mind because he already hates the assassin enough to be sent, not to mention offensive but irrelevant, but it would be rude to chase him back if he were a normal lord, and it would be problematic to see him, and he might be confused.

"I would like you to think that bending over there and giving your information in this way is an expression of your expectations"

"Hmm... let me say thank you for that. I don't care if they ask me for a price."

I don't want them to think I made a loan or anything.

In that man's case, I can't imagine what he'd be demanding.

"I don't ask for a price or anything. I'm just hoping to boost my power."

"Why did you get that far? 150,000... hehe, isn't that enough power?"

Even if I recall, it's ridiculous inside.

This man will be able to turn his anger from Alfred if it is thus revealed that he is seeing Ange.

Pushing it to increase its power was a little elusive.

"Because Yuri Howe is alive"

The Superintendent said something unexpected again.

"Become... is that information from an intermediate who was infiltrated within Siyalta?

I hear that the papal realm succeeded in tailoring one of the exiles of the Kingdom of Siyarta to the intermediary, but was crushed as a result of the example plot.

It is very difficult to infiltrate the Interracial Wall within the Kingdom of Siyalta because of the problems of interracial walls and the consolidation of borders and the absence of national traffic.

"No, it's information from the Republic of Albio. You say the sailors let their mouths slip...... multiple sailors have their mouths together, so they are certain to be alive. Looks like the Wang capital is already under Yuri Hou's control."

Apparently it's the latest information.

Ange was unable to gather information for the past month or so as she waited to be contacted about her scheduled departure date.

"As far as it goes. After all, you weren't the only one."

"Minami said she changed her complexion when she heard this information. To be complete and to seek certainty...... That's why I came here."

"But I have trouble being over-expected. There are only fewer than a thousand of us in our army. Now, working enough to change a lot of people is nothing..."

"To that end, I took some money with me. … I would like you to supplement your military funds."

... What the hell are you going to do?

"By the way, how much?"

"In kushapeni gold coins, five thousand pieces"

Kushapeni gold coins are the main gold coins currently in circulation in the Tirrerme Divine Empire.

It was the smallest compared to gold coins from other countries, on which Alfred recast six years ago, lowering the gold content from 90% to 60%.

For this reason, not a single sheet is worth so much.

Still, when it came to five thousand sheets, it was an amount that would hit twice the annual budget of Ange's enclosure.

Not all of the budget can be spent on armaments, so it can be considered a sizeable sum of money.

"It's... I can't take it"

Ange said so after worrying.

I wanted enough hands out of my throat, but when the person making the debt became epitaph, I only had a bad feeling.

"I'll lay it down, but I'm not going to thank you. In anticipation of His Royal Highness Angelica, we are only complaining that the provision of funds will enhance our power of war… Therefore, we do not need to tap our payouts."

Failure to make a receipt would mean that there is no proof that Ange received the money.

In normal loans and transactions, it was impossible.

To say that from the other side means that you can take it and ask me to spare you.

"I mean... right. Now, let's leave it at will in front of the castle. His Royal Highness Angelica should have picked it up."

After all, that's what they do.

"If that's the case... but I really don't feel obliged."

"For the papal realm, it's not as big a fortune as it is. To speak of gratitude to this extent, it is the Pope's land that is broken."

The papal territory is rich enough in the territory itself, but uses churches all over it to collect seventeen percent taxes from the entire Islamist community.

In fact, it is a mechanism for lending (renting) the right to tax to lords everywhere and receiving money as a price, but the same thing.

Ange was an envious story when he said he was selling wine on his own feet and making more money in the tunnel.

"Now, if you're going to leave me on my own, let's just say I can help"

If that's the case, there was no reason not to take it.

In fact, I'm not going to thank you, and if you don't have a receipt or a receipt, there's no evidence left that you've received it.

"Except for one condition."

Conditions.

"If there's a condition..."

"No, needless to say, let me just check the matter"

I wonder what it is.

"Gold coins are not meant to increase fields or fix this castle, but to strengthen the army."

Ask me, what was that about?

Nevertheless, well, that would be natural to worry about.

The castle is old and there are certainly many parts that I would like to rework.

If I hadn't told you, I might have used half of it.

"Naturally. I can't do it in writing, but I promise. That's why you're offering it."

"Your understanding is quick and helpful. So this is the end of the business…"

"I'd like to know how much Yuri Howe is in position, but do you have any more information than I asked you earlier?"

Ange asked unexpectedly.

"No, it's a sailor's drinking story, so for more details..."

"Okay. Then there's nothing to talk about from me either. Thank you for your love (...) newspaper (...) offer (...)"

Ange stressed that she did not like to make borrowings from the bottom of her heart, so she decided that the giving and receiving of money did not exist per se.

The Superintendent's man must have guessed it. Create a grin with nigga and mouth,

"Now if you'll excuse me."

I said, I left the room.