The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

The Knights of the First Sacrament, also known as the Knights of the Temple of the Sacrament, enlist personnel recruited from monasteries throughout the Papal Territory, as well as from orphanages attached to monasteries, by training them in a demanding manner since the Divine Guardian Empire.

Between the age of twenty-two and being recognized as a member of the group, 90% of applicants fall off, of which 10% die. There is no recruitment from the general public.

The Knights of the Temple Body, which is thus constituted, are further divided internally into four divisions.

Each division has an assigned name with the sacred four letters (tetragrammaton), but usually humbled as fearful that its own troops bear the name of the Lord, and the thing about its own division is called by number.

Basilio Cazari, belonging to Division I, usually carries out various activities as deputy director of the Divergent Investigations Department.

The task of the Department of Heterogeneity Investigation is to investigate dissidents at home and abroad. If that's to the extent of a small village slump, use assassinations and other means to annihilate itself, or if it's a large organization that's out of your control, leave the report up to a hefty force.

Of course, the work includes undercover work, etc.

But I never thought I could make you travel all the way to the north end like this.

Basilio was now north of Sibyak.

About two years ago, there was a big meeting in this land.

Many of Basilio's acquaintances and friends scattered in this place. This is exactly where half of the four divisions, divisions II and III, disappeared in one day.

In front of you, the grassy land stretches, and beyond it lies the low woods.

Because of its proximity to the city, the battlefield had been completely cleaned up. At first glance, it just looks like open land.

Is it because that is the land where the grass is flourishing that seems sparse?

Two years ago, that was the only trace that made me think of it as a place where tens of thousands of bodies lay and scattered their lives.

It's a lonely place.

For the sake of my scattered companions here, I wanted to make them even in the woods where I could at least hear the birds, and I thought that Basilio couldn't possibly do it.

- Stop it, Orberto.

Next to Basilio, his subordinate Orberto is shaking his back with his hands on the ground.

He lost his best friend in Division II to the land. While I was giving my best friend my thoughts, I guess I was impressed.

"Though many of the demons have also sunk in this land, it has been two years. Thoughtful edgers should be breaking up. If you're so sad in this place, it's not strange to think you're unusual. Stop it now."

"... Yes"

Orberto stood up and wiped his tears with his sleeves.

Basilio takes the handkerchief out of his nose and gives it to him.

"Wipe it with this. Wipe with sleeves and you'll have swelling in your eyes."

"... ok. Excuse me."

Basilio did not lend a handkerchief for his kindness to his colleagues.

From now on, the most dangerous infiltration into the King's capital awaits.

At a stage where great care had to be taken, it felt bad to leave even one flaw to be made.

"Are we done yet?

It was Benedict who said it in a floating voice.

Benedict doesn't seem interested in his countrymen's scattered battlefields, and he's kicking grass and stuff like that with his legs prayed and bored.

"It's over. Let's go, Orberto."

"Yes."

"Don't think about lost friends anymore. Flatten your emotions."

"Yes, Mr. Basilio"

"Needless to say, don't talk when you get into the city"

Benedict made some boring tea.

Do you think so much of us as Mocha, Basilio thinks?

Unlike Basilio and Orberto, Benedict was not a member of the First Rifle Knights. A citizen of the Vaticanus III Knights.

Why did you let such a halfman in, because there was no one in the First Knights who could speak Satanic?

Basilio uses Terrorist as his mother tongue and masters other Arn languages spoken in the Dragon Empire. Orberto was also taught Arn.

Until a few years ago, the demonic state was shared the perception of a lightning fire in front of the wind, so it was not thought necessary to train personnel who had mastered the demonic language.

For that reason, the more uncomfortable a military official could speak the devil's words, except for a translator, the more like a torturer.

Torture officers were also on the list, but they didn't train even with military officials, so it was doubtful they could withstand the long drive, and more importantly, Benedict had a good face.

Suitable as a person who is not uncomfortable in a conversational setting with the devil.

But Benedict is a thin man, not the best person for an operation.

In the first place, he learned to speak Satanic to be a friend of the devil who worked as a prostitute. It couldn't have been lightweight.

Calling the devil a long-eared, sexual object was also an incompatible sexuality with Basilio and Orberto, and now he was trying not to have non-mandate conversations.

"Do you want to go? When this is over, I'll be rich too."

"-"

At the mansion of purpose, Orberto stuck a blade through the back of the guard without sound, blocking his mouth and not letting the demon of the guard make a sound.

After a few seconds of cramping, the devil weakens. Orberto turned his body away so that no blood flowed, and as he moved into the shadow of the wall, he lay down the body.

Basilio sanded a slightly dripping build-up of blood, briefly but under cover.

"Let's go."

And he walked into the house without a sound.

"- Cah!"

It was the demon dressed as a female stroke who screamed a small scream shortly after entering.

"Are you a rat?"

Basilio said, in Terrorist. In advance meetings (briefings), it was the woman's role to bring herself in, and the speaker of the Terrorist language.

Azumi is not a real name, if you say so, it's an undercover name, but it doesn't matter.

In the grounds of the house, besides the guards, there must be only this woman and then the target "Target" woman.

"Yes."

It seems this woman is still an azure, she nodded.

"What's your goal?

"I'm upstairs."

"Show me."

Azmi immediately went upstairs.

Heading into the straight line, the door was opened in a closet room.

The target woman was half-naked in that room and picking out a dress.

For a moment, Basilio wondered if he was human about the woman.

Because I had too many breasts for an evil witch. The thought of whether a woman as talented as the archbishop sought her wisdom was in the devil tribe also held back the thought.

After all, it was human work, not demons. And the moment I was convinced, my ears peeked between my hair at the claps that moved.

Those ears were firmly pointed and hairy.

It was still a demon tribe.

From a series of confusions, Basilio took a moment to recover.

"- Huh!? xxx! xxx! xxx!

The woman says something in Satanic.

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Something tells me he's questioning the seals. Think about it in the light of the situation, it's not weird.

"!? Is she the target?

Orberto, who came up upstairs late, said in a surprised look at the woman. You must have been surprised by the demons' only breasts.

"Apparently so."

"... I see this woman"

Orberto looked at the woman with a mixed eye of hatred.

I suppose you see the meeting two years ago, and the cause of the disadvantage of the ecclesiastical state from then, as a demon responsible for a great part of it.

Neither does Basilio change his mind. But I knew how to hold it down inside.

The work of the Divergent Investigation Department is not all beautiful.

There were times when we had to miss those who only seemed to take it for the righteousness of Jesus' preaching, and vice versa, we had sentenced a girl to fire who only seemed innocent.

Young Orberto has yet to face such a grip.

"Hww!"

Benedict, who came upstairs, blew a short whistle, like a woman dressed fanatically, blowing off the grid of two hugs.

"Do it with the azure. I'm pretty sure this woman is a doctor named Lily."

Basilio made a confirmation.

"Yes."

It was quite difficult to hear with the woman's calling, but indeed the azure made an affirmation.

I'm sure she's Lily.

Or I'll just have to decide that.

Why is a woman who is supposed to be a talented woman and a doctor wearing an open chest dress like a luxury whore... it doesn't look like a regular outfit, and I questioned the area, but either way in this situation there is no way to identify herself any more.

Staying in this city is a dangerous thing in itself, and we must get out of here as quickly as possible.

We don't have time to interrogate him on this occasion, and if he could have been grabbed by another person, we don't have time to verify it.

Of course, if there has been a major change in the level that it was a man, not a woman, we must be sure even if it interfered with the operation, but the woman is a woman.

Because I wear glasses, the part also feels like a doctor.

"Not as good as that. Benedict, let me wrap the white coat there and keep my pants underneath. Alberto, you watch not to run away."

"Yep... wasted"

Did Benedict get stirred up for inferiority, looking at her with the eyes of a woman?

"Don't get your hands on me. There are no ex-girlfriends or children who let themselves be harmed by despair. Orberto. Be careful if Benedict doesn't do something strange."

Copy that, sir.

"Chi, Tsumanee's"

That's what Benedict said, grabbed his white coat and appropriate pants and gave it to him.

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Lily cursed (?) and slapped Benedict on the cheek thoughtfully. Bachin and loud noises.

Put aside a moment and Benedict shook up his arm all in retribution.

I guess he has an irresistible personality to raise his hand to a woman.

Basilio was alert beforehand to the reaction, so he stepped out and grabbed the wrist he shook up from his back.

"Stop. How much time and human life did it take to connect this operation to this point?"

Though the occupied area, where many humans live, I have heard that infiltrating and making contact with the devil tribe has been extremely difficult.

In the process of spying on Azmi and three other demons, he came into contact with thirteen demons and thirty-eight personnel died.

He failed to be polite and was called in. The creation of espionage on enemy land can only be dangerous.

It's not an operation that can be dictated by boring men's inferiority.

"... you'll be fine. A woman doesn't die from herself."

"You are not the man I absolutely need. If things don't seem very clear..."

Basilio put his strength into the wrist he gripped.

"- Yes, I understand."

Benedict said as white.

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…………

She receives clothes.

Wearing trousers from underneath the dress for the most part, were you pressured by the swordswallowing atmosphere?

I need you to listen to me.

And it was azumi who talked there.

"She was supposed to meet Yuri Howe from now on. I'll be Yuri Howe's mistress."

I didn't really understand what you were saying.

Azmi was a Terrorist speaker, but he doesn't seem to be very good. I can't communicate precisely with you on this.

About eight months ago, I heard he was removed from his post as village chief in an occupied colonial area and turned the place where he was financially poor with gold, but such a terror language should have prevented him from putting the villagers together.

I thought I figured out why they dropped me off.

"Benedict, if you're done giving me your clothes, give me an interpreter."

"Heh heh."

Benedict undoubtedly speaks more to both languages than to the Azmi.

At least it didn't make me uncomfortable at all with a few demon tribes I talked to on the road.

× × × × × × × × × × × ... She says this woman named Lily was going to overlap Yuri Howe and Meise from now on. If Lily doesn't show up, Yuri Howe might come here, "

"What? Why don't you lead the troops?

××××××××××

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Azmi nodded.

"They don't know about that. However, since we planned to meet in a way that was like a secret meeting, we thought we could fully consider the possibility of coming alone."

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For a moment, Basilio suddenly went into a state of self-loss.

Information like it came down and sprung, entrusted with an extremely difficult decision.

Yuri Howe here alone?

Is that a trap? No, a trap wouldn't do such a roundabout and prepare a woman. They should already be surrounded and restrained by people.

"Mr. Basilio, I'll stay here and try."

Orberto said immediately.

It would mean staying here ready to die and trying to fight one or eight.

"Orberto. When she's finished wrapping her white coat, let her bite the monkey grub and keep her arms tied. Benedict, if you tell the lady to restore the messed up room, get the carriage. Move."

"Heck."

When Basilio gave the order, he went into silence.

I can see the two of them moving out in front of me. Lily just got a cloth in her mouth and bit a monkey grub. Benedict follows orders and rushes downstairs.

In the first place, Basilio has command on the ground, but not the authority to change operations.

However, if there is no way to ask the archbishop for instructions on this occasion, there is no one else who can take advantage of this good opportunity. Exactly, if there was an excellent opportunity for the assassination of Yuri Howe, maybe this would be a matter to be accomplished even by altering the operation arbitrarily.

But Yuri Howe hears that she is quite skilled herself.

Though unintentional, if the mistress did not come to the rendezvous point, she would also be on guard.

Nor have we brought equipment such as mechanical bows or poison for assassination, as we have come on schedule for the kidnapping operation.

Can you just leave Orberto alone?

In the first place, the fact that Yuri Howe comes here alone is just a story of possibilities.

If you bring a soldier (which, in common sense, would most likely be accompanied by an escort), it becomes clear that Orberto will not only die in vain, but is a first-hand, man-made operation of humanity.

That would certainly have a negative impact on the success or failure of future operations.

There is also a desire for two chairs and buttocks. If you try to get two chairs at the same time: priesthood and government, you don't get either. It's the same, and in this case we should make a clear decision about which one to aim at and focus on one.

You want to leave Lily to Benedict and you and Orberto intercept?

That's impossible.

By Benedict raping her, it's not a problem that she could die of herself. Instead, half the purpose is accomplished if it kills itself.

In this case, the real problem is that you will not be able to promptly make the decision to make her a deceased when a critical situation arises. Benedict is murdered in vain, and she is recaptured. I cannot inflict any pain on the land of the devil. That is the worst result.

Then kill her on this occasion, and Benedict will not cooperate with the Death Squad, so will Benedict, that is, renounce half after half accomplishing the purpose, and wait for Yuri Howe for both of us?

It was felt by Basilio, as it was a pretty good decision.

On the left side of the scale is the achievement of bringing Dr. Lilly back. On the right is the achievement of killing Yuri Howe.

Speaking of which is heavier, it is determined to be heavier to the right. But its weight needs to be divided by possibilities.

Basilio thought about how likely Yuri Howe really is to come alone.

One of the many mistresses just didn't come, as the owner of the widow's kingdom overlapped his mistress. Is it something to ask at home...? First of all, I doubt it from there.

Likelihood of coming here itself, 50% at best...... If it is convenient to come alone, less than 10%. That would be the place.

Of course, if it is to come here ten percent alone, it is for the good of the country to distort the mandate but wait.

However, if its weight is less than a tenth, the balance will still not match.

"Mr. Basilio. Let me do it!

The young Orberto, who has finished tying Dr. Lily up, is running his eyes blood in a bloody manner.

Orberto is a fairly skilled category among the Knights of the First Sacrament, good at assassinations, strong feet, and good at climbing walls, etc.

I'm not good at undercover research or anything because I suck at acting, but I'm rarely good at sneaking into night forts or anything.

Maybe he's overbought Yuri Howe's ability to fight. Even if it's only 10%, it's probably worth leaving Orberto behind.

No... I still can't. In that way, Benedict is not going to help at all.

It's a long way home. I won't be able to monitor her while I get some sleep on my own.

Without Orberto, the transfer of the pattern is unsatisfactory.

"... No, you can't. There's no change to the mission."

Basilio decided on his belly.

Too many people.

The infiltration of an enemy country has led to a reduction in personnel to the extreme to be as discreet as possible.

Inability to respond flexibly to changing circumstances.

"You're not wasting my life, are you?"

"No. Me and you are the only ones who can't perform both operations (missions) where one kills Yuri Howe and one brings her back. If only one of them is to be carried out, priority will be given to the original operation. Yuri Howe's assassination has too many uncertainties, but all current kidnapping operations are well under way."

"... ok. If that's Mr. Basilio's decision."

When Orberto said so, he solved the swordswallowing atmosphere that seemed to tear apart everything he touched.

"Give me the money you promised."

Said the azumi, who finished getting the room ready.

She must have only worked for about six months as a lady, but the room looks tidy enough because it's a house she's used to cleaning up.

She had already received thirty gold coins in advance, but the remaining hundred were to be given now.

"I'll check before I do. I guess you haven't left anything to prove to us. It's troublesome to keep a diary or something."

"I didn't leave it."

"Fine then. Come downstairs. Orberto, bring her in a little while."

I still need the two of you. I can't do this on my own. So Basilio went downstairs.

"Give me the money quickly. I must leave here at once."

Azmi, in a hurry, was only desperate on his face, but the words were still poor.

"Wait here."

And, Basilio pointed to the floor with nothing around him.

……

Azmi moves there without wondering.

"Stupid bitch."

As Basilio grabbed the back of his head and jaw, the azure, for a moment, opened his eyes in amazement.

In the next moment, the azure was over.

Gollu, along with the sound of bone ringing, his neck twisted so much that his jaw turned upwards that his cervical spine was completely destroyed.

His whole body pulled out to one side, and the azure ran out like a threaded puppet.

I haven't brought it from the beginning, such as money to give it to you. Stupid woman.