The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Having safely entered the city at Chantinion, I was visiting a church in the whole town that day.

The church is not small, but it is not large because of the size of the city.

Neither is the building in the heart of the city. It's not even first-class, it's built in a place like downtown.

But this seems to be the largest church in the city called Galilee Nin.

In the middle of that church, a man who would otherwise have deserved a national burial, was under the rule of the invaders, and he was stuck in a coffin without a seat.

"... I didn't know he was really dying"

Right in front of me was a coffin with Fritz Ronnie's body.

Looking at his face while covering his nose, he was somewhat corrupt and collapsed, but it is certainly his face that I saw a while ago.

I was going to use it.

"I've never met you, but I hear you were an excellent man"

"There's no way he's not good enough to pull troops from the Qur 'an Dragon Empire at that speed"

"Right."

I can't give it back.

I didn't expect a robber to kill me at my mistress's house.

"If you're not working out, don't let a little thing kill you right away."

I couldn't help it because I wasn't a military man, but I should have worked out a little.

Because this is the time.

"Well... but you said you fought the three of them and defeated them, so you knew a little bit about it."

"I see."

Maybe he was stronger than normal.

"Nevertheless, the problem is the problem. Belbio Hatran seems to be hated by the public."

A man named Belbio flew a white flag and surrendered quickly as this army approached this city, welcoming and flattering this one.

Well, if I may say so, I have no guts, but the action bought disgust from the citizens. Because, contrary to what Fritz was trying to do, he didn't show any leadership as a politician.

I did not originally mean to make the citizens feel hard by giving them bad terms, so I offered them the terms I had initially prepared, but Belbio hustles that it was an achievement he won in the negotiations.

The military is an unsatisfactory ant, although it was the rebellion that did not cause it, and the remnants of the party in other parts of the country continue to set up a thorough resistance.

"I don't believe in dust like that. I don't plan rebellion, and I know it right away because I'm incompetent. That's convenient."

"Yes, I think so"

"Well... will you do your best until the right person comes along"

"And then what?

"There's no such thing as letting a fool lean over here lose his leg."

Either you don't have to instruct me, if I were Myalo, I would come up with it in less than a few minutes of the ten or twenty or something of that way.

"Right. If it's used, can I make it a scandal?"

"Oh... the question is, who's next in line?"

"There will be others there if you are competent. Mr. Belbio, when the beating is in full swing, why don't you let the flag bearer of that activity do it? Citizens will be welcome, and this one will get more likeable."

Drag down the incompetent unpopular and push up the popular slapping it.

Temporarily there will be more confidence in the rulers. It's not necessarily that the person who replaced him has the right abilities as a ruler, but deciding who leads him in the first place in public opinion is a repetition of that, so it could rather be called normal driving.

"Right. All you have to do is be... temperamental."

"Let's start by demolishing that big church"

"Oh...... right"

Chantinion, which was supposed to be the old capital, had changed so much in the course of nine hundred years that it was difficult to find the remains of the outdated.

From a complicated background, it seems that the cathedral, now used as a bureau, was built by destroying the royal castle, once the Queen's residence.

Chantinion - The citizens of Galilee Yanin revere its cathedral as a symbol of the city.

Or, as for this one, we can't just leave the cathedral intact, which is a humiliating trace of a former invasion.

It is better to do these things at once, as soon as they are conquered, while the objections are weak.

Over time, there will be a flow that really listens to and coordinates the voices of the citizens, and when it does, it will always be a flow that wants to preserve the Great Church.

At that time, "destroy it and rebuild the castle," if challenged with a hard attitude, it would clash again.

In the end, it would be easiest for me to think about the aftermath and it would be easier for me to make a quick decision right now.

In the first place, the plan is to replace the race in a few hundred years.

"... hmm?

That's when the back door opened.

"Excuse me."

A Kingsguard Division man who was escorting him opened the door and came in.

This church is heavily guarded in relation to Me and Myalo coming.

"What?

"Um... there's something about a woman with a child who wants to come in"

"Are you an edger?

"I don't understand the words, so I don't know... but I think it's probably true."

Fritz Ronnie's Edge?

Would having children mean a mistress?

"Just find out if there's a weapon, let it pass."

"Hello"

It was the widow with the child who greeted him so in Terrorist.

Dressed in mourning, he wears a black veil on his face.

"Hello, if you have business with him, go ahead"

That's what I put it through.

"Yuri, then... will we go home?

"Take half the escort and go home just for you. I'd like to talk a little bit."

"... Really? Well, it's about Yuri, so you'll be fine... be careful"

That's what Myalo said and left the church.

The widow is praying in front of the coffin. My daughter, who was also dressed in black, looked more pathetic because she had just lost her father.

After that, the widow had been praying for a while.

I sat on a prayer bench where the faithful sat, waiting without interrupting that prayer.

It was over, and if there was nothing to talk about, I was going to go home with some mild condolences.

"... ugh"

The widow stood up after her prayers.

Are you going to go home?

But the widow walked up to me to see if there was anything to talk about.

"What about you? What position are you in?

And he looked at me and talked to me from the other side.

"I am the Regent of the Kingdom of Siyalta."

"Regent...... doesn't that mean you are Yuri Howe?

Is he someone with a lot of upbringing?

The word Regent is not familiar to the common people.

A well-educated mother tongue speaker would understand and take it for granted, but the fact that they come out connected to my name would also give some understanding of the royal circumstances of the Kingdom of Siyalta.

"Right. That's my name."

"So you... Demon King?

The widow uttered a nickname that seems to be commonly named after me in the Islamist community.

"I've never been a king, but maybe that suits you."

When I said that, the widow looked a little surprised.

Well, you'd be surprised if you ran into a national leader here by chance.

"... So, why are you here?

"I met him once before we fought. Depends on how sorry you are."

I'm actually here to make sure of your face.

If you make it look dead and the real thing was even planning on a resistance movement somewhere, it would be a hassle.

"I see... Really?"

The widow seems discouraged. I guess it wasn't just a mistress for money.

"He was a very good person. I wanted him alive if I could."

Yeah, I said, the widow looked at me with a little pointy eyes.

"If you wanted me alive, I wish you hadn't attacked me"

Hi. I hear she's blaming me.

Well, it's the robbery that killed him, but if you follow the original, it's my fault that security got worse.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that I have the underlying cause.

"That's right. Maybe you don't deserve to tell me that you wanted me to live."

"Yes, you don't have it"

He still seems angry.

"Correct. Excuse me."

"You honestly apologize...... then why the hell would you do such an invasion?

Invasion.

Well, it must be an invasion for these people.

Long ago, this land belonged to us Shans. Even if you claim so, such is a long time before they were born.

She doesn't want to know why, she doesn't want to hear historical legitimacy.

"I wonder why. Clearing up the grudges that have been done. Maybe that's the truth."

The Crusaders' acts of aggression are taking place far from this man, and there must be no real feeling for this man, nor in the past.

But not for the Shans.

Invaded hatred, enslaved humiliation. Such things remain deeply rooted.

Nor did I forget Carol and Luke's grudge about losing Suzuya.

"For that matter, can I kill a good man who has nothing to do with it?

"Right. Perpetrators may be unconscious at any given time. I think all kinds of people who have just lived well in this war have been annoyed"

That would be true.

Speaking of which, as for the adults who tolerated a social system that enslaved the Shans uncritically, the logic may be accepted that they are guilty of unforgivable sins, but the children who know nothing are innocent.

I guess this is how unhappy children are, who have no sin whatsoever, like leaning against the feet of this widow.

"It would be. Don't you think about it?

"I'm thinking about it. It's just that it doesn't matter to me because I'm someone else. Like you didn't care when our country was invaded by yours."

"... Indeed, I might have thought so. But aren't you actually here"

Well, I'm here, and I might even look at the body.

In the first place, is this guy making any mistakes?

"Um, maybe you think the Lord of the coffin there will be included in that good man?

"... Yes?

I've been looking at the chills and the coffin with my eyes since earlier, did you really think so?

Fritz Ronnie is the good guy? This is a terrible mistake.

"Don't you know? He was the chief commander of the Galilee coalition in the fifteenth and sixteenth Crusades."

And I said,

"We could not acquire slaves in the sixteenth round, which ended in tragic defeat, but in the fifteenth, the Galilean coalition has acquired hundreds of thousands of Shan slaves. Do you think they didn't have a family?

When I said that, the widow looked a little surprised and dizzy.

"I don't know if he was conscious about the deed. But by his actions, more than 100,000 families were torn apart, and children like your beloved daughter there were taken away as slaves. They may still be taken as whores somewhere today. Can't you imagine those things?

"... so what do you want? You think he's a bad guy just like you?

"Bad guy? Nothing. It's just that if I'm unconscious about what I do, it means he's the same as you. It would be possible to make those modifications that were flirting with the times, that there was no malice, that it was for your country. I can do that here, too. This is the land that was taken from me hundreds of years ago, so I just got it back, and it's worse not to leave, or something."

"………………"

I shut up.

That's my bad habit. Somehow, it took the form of an argument.

It hasn't been a week since I lost my husband, so if I find a resentful enemy, I'll even want to get involved.

I just let him lower his drinks, and it's not like this one's going to do any harm.

Nothing, I don't have the in-laws to make you say whatever you want and stress you out.

"Is that what you think, too?

"Yes?"

He said it was only natural to take back this land.

No, I don't think so.

I have no such thing as patriotism. The Great Empire of Chantilla, the Kingdom of Siyarta, is not attached to the mechanisms of such a country.

Simply because it was a sorrow for the vast majority of the people to take back Chantinion, I did so by fulfilling my aspirations as the leader of them.

Let it go with my personal purpose and bleed, I might say a reward for people.

"I'm just fighting to protect my personal revenge and the people I care about. For that matter, I don't care how many grudges they scream. Of course you hate me. But I don't care how much you resent me."

"... Really?"

The widow told him to whine.

"I resent you. But I don't think my husband was murdered by you. My husband thinks he was killed in this country."

……

What are you talking about?

Well, I guess the robbery was the bottom line of this country, and the fact that he was killed by it would give the view that he was killed by this country.

Is that what you're talking about?

"I missed the point... I spoke to you because I wanted you to share some of my husband's ashes. We're going to go to the South with it."

"Really... it doesn't matter. If that's the case, keep it to your real wife's wife. It can be a bit of a hassle if you disagree. Or should I officially give you permission?

"... No, I don't want to talk to her"

Really?

Well, as a mistress, maybe it's something I don't want to talk to my real wife about.

That's understandable. It would be awkward.

"But is it the south? I don't really recommend it."

"... what? Why is that?"

"Because I'm going to conquer it. Pope territory, of course, even the kingdom of Peninsula. Nothing, where you lived and where you fled, you won't have to be hit by a war twice."

"... you're stunned, for your war lovers"

I don't like war.

Well, there's no choice but to look that way. She doesn't understand me either, like I don't understand her.

No time to talk to each other, no need to do that.

"If you are not bound by sects, I suggest you cross over to the Republic of Albio. Especially on the island of Albio, one of the safest places."

"… I will consider"

"Yes. The ashes will be delivered to your home at a later date. Do you mind if I do?

"Yes...... Now, excuse me"

I don't want to talk any more, just that, when the widow said a terminal goodbye, she bowed her head all shaped.

And when I turned my heel back, a toddler stuck at the widow's feet walked away from the widow and ran over here.

"-Musset!"

"Oh, my God."

A toddler girl talks to me.

She's a pretty girl. I didn't know you were dead when there was one like this.

"What?

"Are you having a hard time with each and every one?

Huh?

What kind of question is that?

"It's not hard on the basket."

"Same as your old man. You don't look well."

"Well... maybe your father kept up the same unfit work as me."

It's not suitable, or in my case it feels like a job that is not suitable for sex, even if it is capable.

I guess it would have been nice if I had a simple personality that I could honestly rejoice in if I won the war, but I don't think that's the way it is.

I can imagine the life of the dead that I killed, and the misfortune that happens with it.

I'm just relieved that I fought a war with my eyebrows up and if I win, I'm glad I didn't lose. There's no joy or fulfillment in winning.

"If it's not for you, you should stop."

………

What kind of child is that?

"Your father is not for you. He died doing every trick... so every trick is best to do whatever he wants."

Is Fritz being told like he died of overwork?

Maybe he wasn't at the scene of the example. Fortunately.

"Musette, one day you'll be Mr. Cock and open a restaurant. Because I like to help you cook."

"Right. Well, that's a good future dream."

"Will you come and eat then?

To eat?

Hmmm......

"Oh, I'm going to eat. Promise."

I don't think I can go out and eat, but let's put it this way appropriately.

If you were to open a store in the Albio Republic, you wouldn't even have to eat it.

"Yeah. Please. Let's go again."

"Oh. Goodbye"

Waving appropriately, the widow looked troubled and withdrew the hand of a toddler called Musset and left.

It's a really stupid one. I can't believe I left such a child to die.

Am I the same person doing stupid things? I stood in the chair, thinking.

I had a heap of things to do in the big city that I had just occupied when I was doing unfit work.