The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 231: Albio Grand Council

The ship that raised the white flag came, the next day.

I was coming to the palace of the Republic of Albio.

Apparently, the very difficult place to pronounce the name Palazzo Parune is where the Great Council, so called Congress, has its own institutions.

Even when it comes to palaces, the Arbio Republic is a republican state without kings, so it is not inhabited by kings.

I followed fifty elites of the Howe family into that palace, and I was about to make a pact there.

"Now, with regard to the wording of Article 24," The land discovered by the Kingdom of Siyalta west of the island of Albio Jr., shall belong to the Kingdom of Siyalta. "

said Bruno Leach, Speaker of the Grand Council.

Thanks for listening, this Grand Council Speaker seems to be a corny change every two years or so, so people in the same position would be someone else if they ever came next.

"Yes."

"In what sense is it a clause put in?

This is a room with a big council, it's so big.

In a room about 1,000 m2 in size, there was not a single column, so much so that I was worried that it would be structurally ok.

Three hundred and seventy-one members of the Council are now gathering in large numbers to watch me speak with the Speaker of the Grand Council in Sashi.

Around it was a form surrounded by fifty escorts of the Howe family.

It would be quite an adventure for them, even though the risk on both sides would finally be a relationship where non-violent trust would be established.

"I've been pouring a lot of money to explore migratory lands in the West. Needless to say, we're ready for the Crusaders we just repelled. Even though the danger of being exterminated by every race by the Crusaders now diminishes, if we discover land, we want to make sure that control is ours"

"I see... if you discover land, can't you share that?

"I can't do that. If you and your country had explored and discovered land at national expense, would you bother to report it to our country and make an offer to divide and govern it?"

"Hum......"

This presidency of the Grand Council does not simply mean that it is to be established by a favourable majority of the Grand Council, but is elected by a very cumbersome procedure.

That seems to be a precautionary measure, often in primitive republican states, but the problem is that competencies are no longer necessarily chosen.

The procedure involves selecting 20 of the 371 members of the House of Representatives by a label (lottery), 20 of whom nominate 50, 8 of whom by a label, 8 of whom nominate 21, and deciding by a majority of those 21 the President of the Grand Council.

I don't know what the hell it is, but for them, this seems to be an excellent way to narrow down the right to vote for the election of the President of the Great Council, while ruling out fraud and keeping the right people in check.

It does seem to make it harder for the current Speaker to aim for re-election, as the different types of labels intervene so many times that eventually it will be an election by only 5.6% of all Members of Parliament.

This seems to be a tradition from over five hundred years ago.

If the presidency has increased in the part about military power, I wonder how this choice is made.

"For this one, Article 24 is meant to be a reaffirmation of common sense. You have been disregarded, but in the previous clause, Article 23, our country does not claim possession and lease rights over the Greater Albio Island and the islands off the coast. I put it in for equilibrium."

"Umm......"

Bruno Leach was a grandfather like he was over seventy years old already, and his brains didn't look very clear.

"If we intervene in any way in your country's war, we will not claim any possession. I won't tell you to drop over a small island, that's a promise. In a trivial way, I would like to eliminate inequality without either being an advantage in this treaty. If Article 24 is not recognised, it shall be deleted in conjunction with Article 23"

"As long as it takes..."

"So I guess that's it"

This was everything in the Convention that seemed to require deliberation.

The overall composition will be comprehensive, including whether it is inviolable or not.

"The signing of the treaty will now require consultation"

You're right.

"Then, in the meantime, let's say I take my seat off. It would be better if you weren't here."

I took a seat.

"Excuse me, is it His Majesty Yuri Howe"

Out of the Great Council Room, there was a slightly different race of people waiting there.

Apparently I've been waiting for you to leave.

Deep face sculpture.

Speaking of depth of sculpture, these and the rest of the Islamist community probably have a deep face to the sculpture, but that of this man, it felt different again.

The skin is also dark and has a colour like sand tea.

I've only seen one person like this before.

"I don't know. Someone."

My name is Hakim Khalsaweek, and I have been sent as ambassador by the Dragon King of Entark.

The man who named himself Hakim gave a great deal of courtesy for saying so.

After all, was it someone from that line?

This man's skin tone was similar to the dragon knight I killed.

I mean, is there a resident ambassador or something?

It's not strange to be here.

"I'm sorry, I'm so oblivious to the courtesy of the Enterk Dragon King, I can't repay you enough... polite greetings, I'm in pain"

"No, if you are king of the dragon slayer of the North, you will be just as proud to see"

"Dragon killer? Another old story."

You know, Dr. Etha used to say that in the Cocorulu area, anything that killed a dragon would be respected as a brave man.

At that time, I was thinking about meeting people from the Cocorru community and other things in my life, but did I become a reality here?

I don't know what life is.

I mean, I'm not the king.

There seems to be a misunderstanding, but it's also a pain in the ass to correct.

"If you listen to me, I speared through the dragon in the air..."

Yeah...... well it's not a lie though.

"It's not a lie, but it's not a very good memory. We crashed together, and my bird was mourned."

The word "love eagle" could not be expressed in Terrorist, so the word "love bird" was used.

"It broke my heart to be an eagle that I grew up with since I was a child."

"I see. If you don't mind, I'd like to invite you to our hall and take the time to talk to you..."

"No, I'm sorry. We're going to have to go listen to the master's argument, so we have to hurry."

Dr. Etha will argue with the Carrugian archbishop.

It starts if we don't hurry.

"My name is Master...?

"I'm talking about Etha Casolica Wichita. Discuss with this archbishop in order to resolve religious conflicts"

"Etha, my name is, are you referring to Etha, the Divine Reverser"

"Right."

There are god rebels, beast arbiters, tongue towers, theoretical disasters, and so many street names.

Dr. Etha is amazing.

"I see, then in the evening?

"I can't read my plans. I'm sorry, but I can't make a promise."

"I don't care. Speaking of embassies in Enterk, I think we'll know where it is soon. Come anytime, midnight or early in the morning. We look forward to seeing you."

Does stopping her legs any longer mean it's rude, and Hakim gratefully stepped aside.

"Now if you'll excuse me. Let me drop by when the time is right."

I bowed my head gently and walked away beside Hakim.

The Mirell Cathedral was home to a large crowd of believers.

I pinched a story about making it into a public debate in my ear on the road, but were you serious?

Oh, my God. It makes me feel better.

Or, somehow, before the Great Church, there were clearly different people of different colors, arguing.

The elites of the Howe family who turned to Dr. Etha's escort and the monks of the church.

"My Lord Yuri!

As I approached, the Howe soldiers noticed.

"What are you doing"

"You can't put our guards in the public debate."

Opposite each other was like a monk soldier who belonged to the church.

He lowers his hips like a stick.

"Where's Dr. Etha?

"Here..."

Are you there?

"Let me through."

As I said, the Howe soldiers broke the path when they did.

I saw Dr. Etha right away, so I'm relieved.

"So -, these people -"

and seems to be interpreting hard between some monk and hoe family soldier.

He didn't have an interpreter, and he looked troubled because a large number of adult men got excited.

What are you doing?

"Dr. Etha."

Speak in Shan.

"Ah, Mr. Yuri. Oh, I'm sorry, you're busy and you're doing your best..."

Dr. Etha looked so relieved to see me.

"I'll talk! Who's the rep!

I switched to Terrorist and shouted out loud.

Then, there's still a guy with a great helmet decoration that's this guy.

"I'm the head of security at our church."

"So?"

I spoke in Terrorist, and said to those who seemed the greatest of the monks to hold their mouth.

"When you bring citizens together and have an open debate? So you're trying to say no to our escort into the church?

"That's right! Who can stay in the church, who are not believers?"

Are you stupid or what?

"What would you do if even the assassins were confused with the crowd gathered in the public debate?

"This one will guard!

"If the translator is harmed, we ask him how he will take responsibility. Do you understand that?

"Take responsibility"

Ha. Fool opponents are tired.

Or does the Great Council of the Republic of Albio seem to have guessed that the translator would be Dr. Etha, but the Church doesn't know better?

"Can you take responsibility? If this woman were to be harmed, both truce agreements and treaties would naturally be blank. It develops into a major problem between nations and shapes the future of the Republic of Albio. You think you can take responsibility for that?

"Mmm..."

Dr. Etha is a veterinary heretic, and naturally she's wanted and has a prize on her neck.

It is not something that can be tolerated, such as exposing ourselves to debate in front of an unspecified number of people.

I don't think a single Casolian spy has entered such a large city, and if he had, he would be happy to carry out the assassination.

There's no need to inquire about the assassination because they're wanted.

You can get a lot of money, and you can have everything listed.

"In the first place, that condition won't allow us to have an open debate or anything. Call it off. Tell that to the Archbishop. Right now."

"- Hey! Get the use out!

When the head of security said, one of his men ran off in a hurry.

"Yuri."

says Dr. Etha.

Dr. Etha wore a hooded loose black monk outfit, with fine embroidery on her sleeves, etc. in preparation for the sunny stage.

What a different image.

The hair is tied together and the hat is worn.

I've never seen Dr. Etha in such clothes.

Seeing a little camphor smell, he may have taken care of the clothes he wore during his papal reign.

"Hi, it's like those who read my translated Bible want to hear my story. If possible, I won't call it off and I'd like to talk to you..."

Huh?

And I almost got a voice out of the blue.

"Well, you can borrow some hall."

When I presented the solution, Dr. Etha made a surprised face.

Yep...

"If you can't rent the hall, you should have heard the story in the corner of the harbor. You don't have to rent a cathedral of any other sect..."

I mean, I think it's the worst choice.

I was talking about continuing the exchange of letters, so if I thought we were going to have a light meeting and discuss it for a small hour, was Dr. Etha going to give a preaching speech here at the church?

It's the most decadent church in the capital, probably the main mountain of the Karugi faction.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Yakuzamon, I've been scattering paper pieces on the other side. What do you mean by that?

"... sorry, that's right... it seemed a little blind"

Dr. Etha looks a little cold in the head.

Yabba.

Was it back to Dr. Etha when he looked like an old sharpened razor?

Let's at least do it in a non-religious institution.

"Well, anyway, no public debate."

I have a bad feeling. But I don't.

I mean, it's nice to know that the translator assumed it was Dr. Etha, but that's a matter I'd like you to stay down on in your Bible sales strategy.

Open discussion.

Even though keeping it secret is a condition that makes distribution last.

"Rent a hall or something, get your readers together for a little Q&A, and that's it"