The Other Side of the Last Boss

The mounting noise in the capital of the Kingdom of Britons, Rhodan, converged safely.

Unlike when it was raided by the demons before it, the town regained its routine as soon as the commotion was over.

I drink tea at an open cafe.

It is adrigory to follow.

"10 Copper coins in Britton currency. Scottyard currency is seven pieces of copper coin."

This is the line I was told to quota when ordering tea.

Even the capital of Britton uses Scottish currency.

At first glance, the town is peaceful, but the claws are still there.

This is a liberal issue.

But this is only a matter to be solved in this country.

I had one problem with me.

I had a newspaper in my hand.

On one side of the newspaper there is a fine description of the Bank of Britons.

With my picture.

I was wondering if there was anything else I could do to make it somewhat more noticeable on that occasion.

But this is how the information spread, making me a celebrity.

"Heh heh. Looks like we finally found out how wonderful Ashtar is."

Adrigori is a satisfied face after reading the newspaper.

Well, not as an evil god, but as a human being.

"The problem is that I'm not afraid, but that means a later challenge"

There was a massive pile of newspapers in front of Adrigori.

"So, what is that mountain?"

"Because we have to distribute it to our compatriots waiting in the Dark Temple. Today's newspaper is in Rodin, and the Evil Gods are buying it."

Adrigori speaks happily.

Well, I wondered if I would leave the masked ones who didn't show up.

So I gave you permission to tour, but what are you doing?

"Hey, hey, isn't being in that open cafe over there the Ashtar we're talking about?

I hear a conversation between two women who were far away.

I had these opportunities many times today.

They will be talking from afar.

But we evil gods have good ears, so we can hear them.

It has an evil ear.

"What. Where?

"Here. There."

"True. The legendary bunker that made this big Rhodan commotion."

That's what the newspaper article said.

All kinds of newspapers complimented me in my own words of beauty.

A hero of salvation who saved a crisis of absolute destiny.

Financial magician.

A man calling a miracle.

super handsome bunker

Extremely handsome?

Well, okay.

"Why is it a legend?

"Read the article. She appeared refreshed and disappeared once it was resolved. That's why I became a legend."

"You're right in front of me."

Apparently, only one person is a Norinoli.

"That's cool."

"What!? Not a bad idea."

Who's Choibsa, Kola?

"You're writing it in the paper, too! Extremely handsome."

Idols and stuff, and when you look closely, some guys aren't usually handsome.

But if it's idle, the illusion that you look handsome when you're being pushed.

I guess that's happening.

Though not many women can get on with it.

The two walked away having such a conversation.

The adrigori that was hearing the conversation whispers in my ear.

"Speaking of which, I did some nagging around here the other day."

"Oh. I don't really want to remember."

"I think you should do it today. There's a chase wind blowing."

"I won't. I'm mentally tired."

This kind of thing is transient.

It will settle in a while.

Until then, I can't bear to make a little noise.

"Um?"

Suddenly I get a voice.

"Yes, I wonder."

"Sa, please sign!

A young girl offers colored paper while her face turns bright red.

Signature………?

I'm not thinking about it.

In the meantime, I wrote a signature that felt like a subtle collapse of the letter, just like I carved it into a weapon.

"Oh, thank you very much."

The girl ran away with a scratch.

Apparently, we had company at the end of the bend.

He heard voices like "kah" and "ok".

"That's a good sign. I want it too."

"I won't do it to you. I'm gonna change places."

Nice weather for a reason.

I wanted to relax in an open cafe, but this doesn't calm me down.

When we got up, a woman in a suit stopped by for a small run.

"Yeah, I was there. I've been looking for a head start."

It is Martha, a new American banker at Bank of Britons.

She was out of breath.

"It's not a head start anymore."

"Bye, Honor Head."

"Is that what you're saying?"

As I answered in dismay, Martha began to gesture with excitement.

"Anyway, it's a serious incident."

"Now what?"

"I was called to the royal palace. His Majesty the King wishes to express his gratitude."

Martha seems thrilled.

If he were called to the throne of a nation, it would be a natural reaction as a people.

But I'm not interested in the king.

"You should let him go to the head office."

"I had another problem. If you have that much money left, he wants you to lend it to the government. What can I explain to you about this?

Martha looks in trouble.

Well, I don't have that kind of money, so it ends.

Will the king be discouraged or furious with that explanation?

I can't even push the role of explaining it.

Besides, care should be taken with this information.

Especially to the Britton government.

"Okay. Me too."

I answered and headed to the Bank of Britons.

Adrigori broke up because it seemed to deliver newspapers.

"You're quite nervous to see His Majesty the King."

Ben, the head of the Bank of Britons, was already waiting in his courtesy suit.

Handkerchief the sweat from nervousness.

I'm dressed for courtesy too.

"This one's on the help side. You can stand with Don. I thought you had a connection to the royal family from your grandfather's generation."

"Ha ha……. It's faded lately, too."

Ben is smiling bitterly.

Well, it was a falling bank, so I had no choice.

I transferred Ben to the Royal Castle of the Kingdom of Britons, Warrick.