The Other Side of the Last Boss

Fiona Spencer, a brave man, had long been summoned by the king.

This disturbance between Britton and Scottyard is almost over.

Paying off a lot of debt, Britton can stand it.

That's what the whole world decided.

Fiona hasn't done anything about this.

There was nothing I could do.

I was called out to reassure you that I was in a hurry.

Knock on the door of the king's office and wait for the signal to go inside.

"Would you like me to call you?

In Fiona's eyes is a frustrating Richard II.

I wandered around the room.

"Is there a problem?

"Yeah, but that's our problem."

Richard II breathed heavily to calm down.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you with this disturbance."

"The samurai are samurai. There is no curtain for samurai in this disturbance."

"So, what can I do for you?

When Fiona asks again, Richard II says.

"The other day………………"

"Which is it?

Fiona snaps her neck.

It's not about this guy.

What Richard II showed us was a newspaper article.

It is Ashtar.

"Is this the man……………………."

Fiona frowns.

Richard II felt that there was something to it.

But I didn't try to hear that.

"I know it wasn't going very well because of the top-secret investigation, but I want you to take that seriously"

"I'm going to repeat my last story -"

Richard II blocked Fiona's forelock.

"I know. It's about taking risks."

"Okay. We will now conduct a full investigation."

Until we talked about this today, this matter almost fell out of Fiona's head.

Fiona also sometimes sees Ashtar more than she works in school.

I do not see any problematic action at this stage.

On the contrary, I have saved this country many times.

There is certainly a problem with the unknown.

Still, I didn't think it was about bothering to piss them off until I found out.

But this is how I clearly received my royal life, and I have no choice but to do it.

Fiona acknowledged the change in the king's mood even as she was surprised.

Vinzent woke up in his own room at Scottyard Royal Castle.

"Why are you here?

Vinzent wets his sleeping sweat.

I put the water in a glass that was by my side and drank it all at once.

"But you had a bad dream. There's no way Britton could have prepared today's money………………"

And I notice it when I try to get out of the room.

Why are you at Scottyard Royal Castle, not at Britton's mansion?

And understand.

To the fact that that event is not a dream.

Walk fast through the castle and find and inquire about the officials who accompanied you.

When I heard the upside of it, and asked where Edgar was, it was with the king's office.

I head to the office just in time.

"Father. We need to talk."

Vinzent walks into the room without waiting to knock or answer.

Inside is King George III of Scottyard, and Edgar the Brave.

And another.

He covers his whole body with a black coat and hides completely to his head.

He wore a mask on his face and did not show any body.

I wear gloves and naturally I can't even see my hands.

However, the way the gloves flourish is unnatural.

It was clear that it was not a man's hand.

"What about this one?

distracted by a dubious atmospheric man, Vinzent asks.

The anger of the last minute was also foggy.

"My name is Neville. See you later."

Low, with a creeping voice, Neville replied.

"Lord Neville has asked me to help him with a plan."

George III just said that.

Vinzent never asks more than that.

I'll tell you if I have to. I don't give unnecessary information.

George III was a thoroughbred figure.

"Then I'll do it."

Neville read the air and left the room.

"That one. What 'd you think?

"You're not human."

"Oh. I guess so."

"We don't know the race because we are constantly out of signs"

Edgar modestly, he added.

There are many demons of intelligence.

But Neville doesn't seem like them.

"Out of sight, out of sight. You're too suspicious. Why do you go through that kind of friendship?

'Cause that's all I bring.'

George III only answers yes.

There would be no further explanation.

Therefore Vinzent changed his story.

"It's about Britton."

"I heard the report. That was hard work."

Saying so, George III's voice is cold.

Even though it was far beyond my imagination, it would be natural because I received reports that I was about to expose myself to ugliness.

"You can't back off like this"

When the story reaches this point, Vincent's anger is rekindled.

"I know. But this time the plan is a failure."

If you keep going like this, you won't catch a scratch.

If you continue this operation, you can continue to torment the opponent.

But when they get over it, Scottyard will lose one effective handle.

Maybe we should think about putting the funding back together and rocking it again 10 or 20 years away.

George III had a lot on his mind.

"Anyway, wait a while. Until I hit my next hand."

Even though it was said to be my next hand, I couldn't imagine Vinzent.

There's no way we're going to use force.

As it is, I only end up being ashamed of myself.

With his arms clenched, Vinzent left the room.

"Can you keep doing this?!

Vinzent walks down the hallway in angry shapes.

The samurai shy away from sight in fright.

What Vinzent can do.

But I don't know much about Ashtar.

Is there a weakness?

As I think about it, I think about it.

that he was reluctant to be able to find out who he was in the first place.

Then exploring it would be the greatest harassment.

Vincent ordered his servant to transfer him.

Hamilton Fortress.

Fortress near the border between the kingdoms of Britton and Scottyard.

The southern part of the fortress is stretched with plains.

Can-Puneau Plains.

It is the land of the final showdown of the Sixth Demonic Disaster.

Hamilton Fortress is the strongest fortress that Scottyard has spared no effort to fund.

All kinds of defensive magic had been cast on it, making it the last fortress of mankind.

It is a fortress for the demon clan and is fully equipped against flying enemies.

Many huge weapons were placed, such as baristas for anti-aircraft interceptions.

The Third Knights of the Royal Scottyard Army are currently stationed in the area.

It was placed to cope with the recent upheaval in Hummeles.

Then things moved further, and they waited in case Britton broke out.

"His Highness Vinzent. What can I do for such a muddy and painful place?

Heard that Vinzent had visited the fort, Curtis, head of the Third Knights Regiment, greets him in a hurry.

He was a tough-faced samurai in his 50s.

"I want you to do one thing."

That's Ashtar's investigation.

It was an organization with investigative skills, and it was about the Third Knights that Vinzent could move now.

"Well, that's the person we're talking about."

Curtis also knew his name.

Vinzent will give Curtis information about Ashtar.

Unknown and suspicious of being human.

"The figure is completely human. Why is there such a suspicion?

"He doesn't usually get any popularity. I've seen it become popular once in battle, but it's suspicious."

It is unnatural that it does not usually become popular.

Only then did I do some work.

It is easier to understand to think so.

"I see. But if you're not a person, who the hell are you?"

"Examining that is one of the tasks. His true purpose is a mystery, but he fears that his identity will be revealed. Then I'll reveal it."

"But is that our mission?"

What a specialized intelligence unit should do if it is meant to be.

"The spy against Britton is now being restructured."

"You did...... Then let's point the personnel here. By the way, does Your Majesty know about this?

Curtis asks, Vincent's complexion changes.

It was clear that it was moving arbitrarily.

"I have command of the Third Knights since the other day."

That was during the turmoil in Hummeles.

That directive had not been lifted since then.

There is a glimpse of force neglect around George III forgetting the matter, even though it is not during the war.

"Now follow my life. It's just an investigation. It's not like we're going to war on our own or anything."

"Got it."

When Curtis lowered his head, Vinzent said, leaving satisfied.

"Oh, boy. You're in trouble for His Highness Vinzent."

Approaching Curtis as an old man grabbed his bald head.

"Leonard Counsellor"

He is an old and retired general.

Even after retiring, he accompanied the Knights as an advisor.

"Now, what do we do, Curtis?

"Ask Your Majesty's intentions, or do you want to keep moving?"

"His Majesty the King takes the samurai lightly. Don't give us much information, just wait here all the time."

If we underestimate force, the samurai are dissatisfied.

"In preparation for the outbreak of Britton, it is necessary"

"This fortress is the best built to prepare for the Demons. Humans can't drop it first."

Leonard looks away.

He will be remembering the Sixth Magic Disaster.

Curtis knew that the person in front of him was the survivor of the Sixth Magic Disaster.

"I was just a troop leader at the time. I became a general because I survived. Peace ensued, so I couldn't help but notice that I didn't have a lot of skills."

Leonard laughs.

They look out the window.

In front of me is the Plain of Can-Puneau.

A super huge crater there.

It was a magical mark supposedly used by the Great Mage Celina in the Sixth Magic Disaster.

Looking at it, Curtis makes a decision.

"I thought I should sell my thanks to His Highness Vinzent here. Your Majesty won't be angry at you for investigating it."

They didn't understand what the decision would end.