The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Fritz Ronnie had come to the government on the day of the presidential (Consl) election by United Cities (Union City) representatives.

I've been using it as my own office for the last two years, in the Lord's Office, sitting there doing nothing.

I guess I should have waited in the restroom, but this chair was the most comfortable place to sit.

Fritz looked at every corner of the living room where he would leave today, just nostalgic for everything.

But that won't last long either.

Representatives of the United Cities are now discussing in the Great Conference Hall to decide on the next president.

Maybe he's already moved to a vote, but in any case, it won't take that long.

Because the president (Konsl) is not determined by the conclusions of the discussion.

If it was meant to be, the mayor, or the right person delegated the right to vote, would not even have to come together for a meeting.

There is a gathering only because it is thought that the Union city is also far from the centre, but that those who are distant from living information will need a repository of knowledge.

Gatherings are therefore not obligatory to participate with free participation. I finished voting on that leg I rode on with a horse, and I'm not going to mind leaving right away.

In fact, although the mayor himself comes most of the time, each delegate stays in Galilee Yanin for a few days in advance, and the flow of candidates visiting and finishing calculating bribes is well established.

I mean, some of them have already decided where to vote.

That's what it is, so it doesn't take long when it comes to meetings.

Fritz's mood was as calm as today's weather because there was no way he could have originally won.

I had no idea we were going to have the presidential election in this mood.

Would I have sat in the office chair for about an hour? Tons, and the door slammed.

"Get in."

That said, the brass knob was turned cachary.

"Mr. Fritz. Time to invoice."

Do you feel like an angel who came to tell you his fate? The young man helping in the government said with a nervous face.

"Oh. I'm going now"

Fritz stood up correctly with his collar.

The huge chapel of the building, formerly known as Loulou Cathedral, is now converted into a conference hall but is usually open to meet the demand to see stunning architecture.

I usually have trouble getting tourists and suspicious people into the part I use for my affairs, so the big conference hall and the administrative space are completely separated and the contacts are closed.

As a result, Fritz used a somewhat cumbersome detour to reach the Great Conference Hall.

For the first time in a long time to fulfill its original role, the whole well swept hall had a quietly majestic atmosphere.

Always busy with the hustle and bustle of tourists, the well voiced hall is now quiet back to Shi (...) n (...).

Fritz walked through the laid carpet and sat in only one empty seat.

Next door, Belbio Hatran sits.

If he runs for office, he should have been summoned during the ballot and voted for himself, as the Governor and the Mayor are set to be unable to participate in the pre-ballot discussions.

"We will now invoice you"

The bishop, who also knows Fritz, said.

For a long time, it has been decided that the crowning of the king will be done by the clergy.

The president (Konsl) is not a king, but since the normalization of national relations with the pope, the announcement of the president in the form of their faces was to be made by the clergy.

Previously, a bishop had come from Gerijim, but Gerijim had already fallen, and the outgoing bishop who was there had returned to the papal territory.

The highest priest today was he, who presided over the parish of Galileanin.

"Galileanin, fifty votes, Berbio Hatran.

Court Fermi, 21 votes, Fritz Ronnie.

Neumilabel, 19 votes, Fritz Ronnie.

Elamitra, 19 votes, Fritz Ronnie...... "

Fritz was listening to his name being called in the same way he was daydreaming that the votes of the famous big city would be cast on him.

No way. Impossible. The idea turns my head.

"Hey! So, what's going on!

Belbio barked.

The shout echoed and echoed the large stone conference hall overlapping.

"Go on."

It was Alyosha Eorfe, Mayor of Courfermi, who said that to the priest.

The Eorpheus were entrusted with the Cour Fermi in the fold of the victory, a family that had been entrusted with the head of the Pope's division around the time of the First Crusade, when the Chantinion fell and changed its name to Galilee Yanin.

It is one of the oldest famous houses starting from that time, where mankind with short ears dwelt in the land.

"Neutetrafall, two votes, Berbio Hatran.

Hemsprings, one vote, Berbio Hatran.

Neunirno, one vote, Berbio Hatran. That's it. "

When the bishop finishes saying,

"Berbio Hatran, 89 votes. Fritz Ronnie, 111 votes"

And a representative from the accounting department of the government, who was playing Soban next door and counting votes, said the results.

"We therefore appoint Mr. Fritz Ronnie to the presidency of the Union (Union Consl) for the twenty-seventh generation."

"Why......!

You never thought the result would be, and Belbio seems wolfy.

Fritz thought the same thing.

If the wind blows, the trees will shake, the leaves will shrug, and the water strewn in the bucket will shake. I felt like I was told that such natural reason was a mistake and it was your mistake.

The sense of politics that I have met over time, the theory of elections (logic), has been turned upside down by desk. Impossible things happened.

"There is an imminent war. Not if you're as interested in playing as you've been."

And Ariosha, an elderly man, whispered in a grudging voice. Remove some paper from the nostalgia and place it on a large table in the conference room.

It was a little far away, so in Fritz's eyes, I could only read letters such as "Discussion Table" and "Subversive Book", which are written in large letters at the top of the paper.

"Oh, that's..."

"Some mayors seem blinded by the small money... but for us, things matter differently. No matter how much they pile up, it's not a good decision to be confused."

We, in this case, would mean a clan rooted in a large city from time immemorial.

No matter how good the conditions accumulate by the candidates, they are not comparable to all of the fame and wealth they have accumulated over time. You mean.

"If we don't win the war against those barbarians, the city that our ancestors were able to breed with salt will be destroyed."

Fritz had a few thoughts about the paper placed on his desk.

Being born and destined to live as a politician, Belbio joined the army when he was young as part of his background (career).

Being a soldier means I risked my life for my country. Citizens simply have a good image, and can make them think they can count on it when war strikes.

However, in previous elections, Belbio had never used its previous history. As far as I can remember, I've never even fought pushing it forward.

So I also forgot half the frizz.

Did you not want to put it on the table because of some disgraceful event?

"The backdrop here says that you were destroyed in the night raid of the Kanjal Cavalry because you were unable to satisfactorily lead the team entrusted to you and camped without watching"

It was a first ear story for Fritz.

If it's the content, it's usually not supposed to be treated like a backdrop book.

Night raids are a constant means for the Kanjal cavalry, so in places where there is even a slight possibility of their raids, we must always keep an eye on them.

Indeed, watching through the night is one of the tasks that is necessary but difficult to make thorough. But as long as you're a commander, you have to let him do it somehow.

Being camped and raided without watching would in some cases be such a lapse that it would not be strange to be tried in a military law conference as an act of enmity.

That ended up in the form of a strong questioning of the responsibility of a particular someone, the "backdrop," as someone tried to rub it off and settled into that form, I guess.

"That's... but that's... in my twenties..."

Belbio is now at the age of mid forty. Indeed, it can be described as a distant past event that is difficult to dig out.

"Even in the absence of that incident, there are scattered schedules of disciplines from superiors who appreciate their usual work. Not very much, but I'm not willing to leave it to the guidance of a war that betrayed the fate of the country. It's not like a skirmish with a Kanjal tribe."

"Then! What about the frizz we have here? Didn't the previous Crusaders come back to flee?"

"Politicians don't have to take part in the fight"

Aliosha said no.

Indeed, it was right. The crusaders will be accompanied by high-ranking politicians for the main purpose of participating in post-war split meetings, and then for political steering at the key points.

In the case of other countries, it is normal for the aristocracy in charge of politics to also serve as generals. In the Galilee Union, however, the General is a purely military presence, so he does not act as the Lord of every nation and castle by obtaining enclosed territory.

They cannot and are not required to make decisions about national interests. Politicians must therefore be accompanied and make appropriate decisions when they are needed.

The people don't understand those things, but it's more a question of taking the sword and participating in the war themselves, and it also hits the flow arrows and tells the story of who will claim their rights at the split conference if they die in battle.

"Besides, Lord Fritz led a backup to make a brilliant escape. How many people in similar situations who have been humiliated by prisoners have been in other countries?"

At that time, Fritz saw the state of the faction and stomped that the victory was pretty dangerous.

He packed in advance and prepared to flee, retreating as he disengaged at the same time as the loss came.

Upon returning to the country, the response was condemned by some people, but later, when there was a demand for a high ransom, the orientation also emerged to appreciate that the name ”Vice-President of the Galilean Union” could not be put on the top of the list of amounts written, and the sum settles on the general comment that Fritz's rating did not drop and rose slightly.

"It doesn't mean Lord Belbio is bad. You're a fine, competent politician."

said the mayor of Elamitra. He's the type of politician who wants to read the air and mediate when the place gets rough.

"It just doesn't mean Lord Fritz is too military oblivious, and more importantly, he's good at diplomacy. National armies are coming to reinforcements from now on. This time, Lord Fritz, who saw their faces, would be more apt as a ruler. That's what happened."

"Knock..."

Belbio had made a grip on his knees next to Fritz and was shivering.

Fritz, on the other hand, felt like he was on his way.

Maybe I should feel happy because I could have become a ruler without labor, but Fritz had lost his mind to be a ruler in the first place. The only candidate I ran for was to think about the future of my country if you ask me.

But there's no way I'm going to resign more than this.

More than the result, we cannot conceal it and take the form of Belbio being elected from the beginning. Nevertheless, the form remains that the elected Fritz has resigned from the throne of the throne.

If the presidency were to take the initiative and abandon the country, it would have a tremendous negative impact on the war.

"But why didn't Lord Fritz run the campaign?"

Aliosha said as she looked at the frizz with her sharp eyes.

I suppose you're asking darkly if you're willing.

"… I was just anticipating this result. Conversely, if the majority of mayors seem to be bewitched by bribes over this period, there is no way they can win the war against Yuri Howe"

Fritz said something he didn't even think he would.

Politicians are lying creatures. There are no honest politicians. Fritz was also used to vomiting lies.

"That's Lord Orasem's son-in-law. Your liver's sitting."

Aliosha unraveled the swordswallowing atmosphere and said.

Fritz did not enter the Hatran family, so he is not his daughter's son-in-law. But Fritz decided not to say anything.

"Okay, let's get this meeting started. The election is over. There's a war ahead of us."