The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Three days after coming to the battlefield with an eagle, that day was a meeting day with the head of the enemy.

Whether it was coming or not was half, for example, but the report apparently really came.

The Galilee Union is an elongated country to the east and west. The truth is, from Chantinion to the front line, it's not that far.

In addition to not taking so long to travel, I first designated a village in the woods close to the enemy camp as a meeting point, so I guess I've come to see a good opportunity to assassinate me.

Of course, there was no meeting at that place, so I made a change of place just before and redesignated the scenic meadow area.

Still, it may have felt somewhat inevitable to give up and go home with what I had once carried on my feet.

"Hey, hang up."

The two men who came in with the escort on that side have not even responded to my light mouth, but have looked closely with the kind of eyes they observe.

I wonder how I look in their eyes. Maybe he suspects you're an interracial youth, or a phony.

"What's up? Sit down."

Go on. Say it in Terrorist.

"Hey, you have no idea what you're talking about."

And Dora, sitting next to me, said.

"Isn't that nice? Give your enemy's general a glimpse."

"... ok"

With that said, Dolla showed a pushy and silent attitude.

He does not put his arms together, but hides in his palms a flattened stone like the one he picked up from the river. By the time we get there, there will be a physical examination by each other's soldiers, and we will not be able to bring in any protective gear other than a short knife, such as a spear, so we are carrying it to make it into rubble (crumble).

"Let's sit down."

And a man like Fritz Ronnie said.

On the face of it, he looks like a bureaucrat who has been running the elite streets, as per his background (profile) he had been researching beforehand.

Fritz Ronnie and the other man sat straight in the chair across the desk.

Hmmm...... is this guy a muzzling risqué bastard who cheats on his wife and mistress......

From what I've seen, I only get the impression that it sounds honest... but people don't look like it.

According to an investigation report from a secret detective, while keeping the daughter of the former president of the benefactor as his daughter-in-law, he cheated on me with a young mistress in the back, and even made a child to create a second family.

"Is that Gertrude Evans?"

When I said yes, they looked a little surprised. I guess it was surprising that you knew the name of a man who was supposed to be almost anonymous.

Information is passed on if it is not hidden. Even in the liquor store, the Pope's soldiers are talking about unreliable generals with no track record.

The creation of an area mixed with two races has made it easier to train spies, not just on that side of the story.

This one is also in the process of putting in place a mechanism that allows us to gather information without having to rely on the Republic of Albio.

"Yes, I'll see you first."

Little fat Gertrude did not stand out of his seat, but bowed his head to his feet.

I didn't have to say hello to him, so I didn't have to correct my collar.

It is a strange thing to be a solidified man born in the Papal Realm. At least none of the Klu, especially the Pope's captives, who are looking down on this one as a Demon, have ever behaved like this to me.

You would never, for example, Epitaph Palazzo, nor would you ever take such an attitude on the part of a military man who has boarded up to Sibyak these days.

Maybe he's not a very religious person.

"I'd probably be about to serve tea or something, but you'd be resistant to putting it in your mouth, too. Let's just talk about it here."

"Right."

Fritz Ronnie said.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Fat man said. What do you want to ask?

"What?

"What are you going to do after that, assuming you have leveled the Galilee coalition?

Deb has looked straight at this one and asked.

"The Crusaders should have received a declaration of war?

"That, again, is all you have to do to make peace. Unfortunately, if we destroy our city state and calm down the Galilean Union, the old soil of the Great Empire will be restored.

"No, there will remain a portion taken by the Tirrerme Divine Empire"

"Oh, I was. And after that, we took back the northern part of the Divine Empire."

I don't know what you're trying to say, but I don't know.

"Naturally, we intend to invade even Pope Casolica territory."

"What's your big name? I thought you had your old collar back.

What the fuck is this pussy fat guy? You're persistent.

"Because Casolicaism today is a distorted cult. The interpretation of Galilee 5: 35 is not right, no matter what you think."

"That's Etha Wichita's own interpretation."

Uh, it's tough.

"Hufschleka"

When I suddenly unleashed a strange accent and an unintelligible word, they put a question mark on their faces.

"It's an original scripture written in Tot, a word that you misinterpret as the devil. This is the same word used in both the Sacred Cave and Classical versions. Do you know that Arn is a language with Tot as its grandmother tongue? Lord Fritz, as you know, in Arn we call the Gentiles” Akshreni ”. It's a word that has changed from hufshreka in its source. The spelling (spelling) is similar. Comparing the literature, it is self-evident that the word Hufschleka is not intended to be interpreted as” demonic ”. It seems that the clergy will not learn the Tot language, which is supposed to be compulsory, so that no one in the papal realm will notice the silliness of this interpretation."

"... I see. He said the goal was to change it."

"Oh. Forever in the future, it's boring to be swayed by ridiculous interpretations. I'm going to settle in my time."

"So if we acknowledge the teachings of Etha Wichita, you're not going to invade?

"Huh?"

Too boring to ask, a frightened voice came out.

"If you are a fool without a decent political sense, I would like you to refrain from further questions. It's not an achievable condition without war."

"For example."

"For example."

I don't think it's been a long time since we've had this conversation.

"For example, if countries were to allow the Casolics to be outlawed, to accept a fact-finding mission of our species that has been granted its own investigative powers, to punish priests who spread false teachings, and to allow them to walk expansively throughout the country, in some cases aggression might not be necessary. Are you dumb enough to think it's a condition to be established without the process of war and repression?

When I say that, Deb thinks about it somewhat,

"That sounds difficult."

"Then will you shut up for a moment? Because I don't feel comfortable being told what I condemned until yesterday by the kind of people who treated us as slave races and tried to eradicate us. Oh, not yesterday, not now. It's not a good idea to say something resentful as soon as you're on the side of being invaded, while you come of your choice."

"Well, that's true"

And, Fat didn't even care, and even though he said that the talk was over, he kept his back behind a simple chair for the camp.

What the hell is this guy?

"So... Lord Fritz Ronnie. You have business to attend to."

"Yes."

Fritz Ronnie nodded quickly.

"As you know, I'm not going to destroy the Galilee Coalition to the people. In the ultra-long term we want to loosely replace the population and make it a Shan country, but that will be more than a hundred years later"

Estimates estimate that, given the human being to be divided into a new continent, after the assumption that it would have been easy to regain the former national territory, the period required would not work in a hundred years and would take about one hundred and fifty to two hundred and eighty years to become a sufficient population.

"Of course, the ruler will feel quite cramped or less proud because he will be a Shan. But I'm probably going to take care of you guys. You can't leave your land to rot."

"So you're treating people in colonial cities the same way. There's no need to explain what's going on around here, because we haven't looked into it either."

Apparently no explanation is necessary.

"I guess that is. But compared to the colonial cities we've conquered so far, Chantinion is a big city beyond comparison. I believe it would be useful to have someone like the bridge that connects you with the Shans. Because of your background, your level of support, your abilities, that would make you fit."

I feel like I've seen it, and fortunately, it doesn't seem like a chara man.

"... ha, is that right"

"Of course, it doesn't mean get off before we even fight. But if you lose the fight, I thought you'd take responsibility and rush out of the country. They let me set up these seats. Well, I'm going to be generous, so it would help if Chantinion stayed without escaping. I'll play the paycheck."

"Can you afford to think about that before you even win?

"I don't always win, but I can't tell you these things after I win. I'm not talking about losing money by doing it first."

That's not what I'm here for today.

It looks like a good type of figure, and I'm pretty sure it would be useful for you to be a handkerchief.

"I see. Well, I'm going to say no."

"I guess so. But you should keep it in the corner of your head."

After I said that, when I shut up, a little silence flowed.

In turn, if Fritz Ronnie wants to talk to you, I thought I'd let you, but it doesn't seem particularly so.

- Well, Mr. Gertrude Evans, actually, we had an incident in my country the other day.

"... ho"

"An assassin of the papal realm broke into my king's capital and a trusted engineer was killed"

I didn't miss Fritz Ronnie moving his brow a bit. Hi, I hear you're talking about your first ear.

Little fat guy didn't move his face a bit. If this is the first time you've heard it, it's a big poker face.

"It seemed like a pretty good maneuver. I brought the remains of the two assassins in a coffin. I keep it outside. Pick it up over there."

"There must have been three of you?

Did you know?

Such covert operations are the secret to success with fewer people knowing, but does this guy mean he's in a position to know?

But I didn't know you'd say that.

"The other one, disappeared offshore. If he hadn't fled to your country, he would have drowned and become an algae chip in the sea."

The truth is, it's going to be Enrique's toy.

Enrique's report says he wasn't going to be honest with simple painful torture after all, so he was going to be locked up in a place like a sensory blocking chamber in the basement.

When I gave him one rat after I threw him in for about three weeks, he was on the verge of losing his spirit to solitude, he happened to depend on the rat and was adorable as if he were his own beloved daughter or something.

After nurturing love for a week, Enrique put the rat in a round cylinder, prepared a heavy stone with strings and tied his hands and feet.

Placing the stone on a round cylinder, he let the string tuck into his mouth and set it up so that the rat would crumble if he let it go.

What a string he kept wrapping for eleven hours, apparently, but at the end of the day he dropped it. "That time he screamed with an awesome face, and I was a little freaked out by hissing," Enrique said satisfactorily, so I guess he was.

"I see..."

"You seem to be somewhat familiar with the operation, but were you involved?

"I made that one up."

... Did this guy think about it?

Hmmm...... but why are you telling me that honestly on this occasion?

Are you gonna be rocking this one?

Are you trying to speculate on the veracity of Mr. Lily's life or death?

I mean, did this guy think about it?

Usually, Lily was about to be killed.

Don't be harsh.

"Well... well, then that's fine"

I got up from my seat.

"You're done talking. So..."

So when I pulled through the short knife that was hooked into my hips, I threw in the momentum of the knife pull.

The knife runs diagonally through the air and is sucked into Gertrude Evans' chest.

Doh, and there was a blunt sound that hit my chest.

To the sudden murder, the other escort was distracted and put his hand on the sword pattern.

... You're in luck.

"Thank you for your time. Take the corpses to the souvenirs."

I pulled through the leftover sheath and threw it over there as the one-touch air flowed.

On Gertrude Evans' chest, the blade was not stabbed. The short knife hit the pattern better, not the blade, hit him firmly in the chest and just fell down.

He looks like a pain in the ass, and I figured I should get rid of him even though he was in contention on this occasion, but he ended up failing.

"We're leaving."

Switch to Shan and tell Dora.

"Are you sure?

"It's good to build, but it's a modern knife. It's not expensive."

"No, if you're gonna do it, there's nothing you can't do."

Dolla stares at the two without being slight and holds the stone in her hand.

If we ramble here, there's nothing we can't kill now, I guess.

Looking across the desk, the two of them were looking at this one, not picking up a knife, but with eyes that were like wars or accusations.

"No, fine. We're leaving."

I'm not a fatalist, but there's a good chance he didn't stab anything that stabbed him, so I guess he's lucky today.

I wanted to make a gift for a corner opportunity, but I also made a shape that made it a bit of a rambling throw, and let's just say this is the place to go home.

Let's meet again on the battlefield.

That's what I said. I unilaterally broke up the meeting and left the curtain.