A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

Back then, Artemias, known at the time as the small country, had an enemy called Latospheria, the Australian country.

One day there was a war between the two countries.

Latospheria is a country made up of force.

The force was tremendous, and Artemias was not the enemy country after all.

Artemias lost the war and a unilateral alliance was formed by Latospheria's offer.

But it was a good opportunity for Artemias at the time, when he was a small country, not even to wish for it.

Artemias then expanded his forces to the great powers on the basis of his own technology called Trifar.

Meanwhile, Latosphilia has maintained its country on the basis of tough force to this day, but as a major power it has become one inferior to Artemias.

But still, the alliance continues.

Sufilia glances over the documents received from the decree.

The king questioned the unexpected look.

"We had confirmed that it was used and sold in other countries not previously authorised by Trifar"

It's a magic trick called Portas.

Trifoul is used for this.

Gladiators fight to death several times a week in the Artemias arena.

But seats are restricted and games are out of reach of the poor.

Seats are filled from people with gold, and the rest comes around below the middle tier, but a substantial majority of the people can't even get inside.

It was this portus that showed up there.

"Portus is a demonic prop that shows footage. I mean, with this, you can even watch the arena from home," said Sufilia.

"You look more like a makeover show host than a princess."

and a political sect whispering in Toa's ear. But Toa had a punch.

But Portus was a very expensive thing, which Suphilia had not been informed of.

It was out of the reach of most of the general public.

"In recent years, there have been products out there that are very similar to portas called pologists. It seems that most of the people now own this pologist."

The death fight in the arena is one entertainment for the people of Artemias.

Tickets sell out instantly and are bought and sold at a high price behind them.

That is why the emergence of Portus was revolutionary.

But it will never reach the common people. The royalty didn't think that far.

By contrast, pologists are inexpensive.

"I checked the origin, and apparently that the mastermind is a merchant with a residence within Latospheria. Where the hell did it leak from..."

"What does Latospheria say?

"... I need to be involved in this matter in any way"

"Hey, Princess, what are you so surprised about?"

Elsewhere the hurried Sierra, the political ministry asked Suphilia by ear.

"This is a matter of national survival."

"Survival?"

"Not getting involved means not even cooperating. Which means we can't capture that person."

Naturally, we cannot cross the border without permission.

But then the mastermind is free of the wild.

"Good, use that one"

"... but that's" the king's words confuse Suphilia's expression.

"There may be others to look up to, but there is no evidence."

and the king quietly raised his right hand.

Then several guards waiting beside him put up spears and surrounded the political ministers.

"... what are you going to do"

The political ministry asked quietly, understanding the situation, and turned a sharp gaze at the king.

"Father! They want me! -"

"Let's thank you for saving my daughter, and I'll reward you. But it depends on how I feel to live and kill, not in this country."

"Oh, no! We're going to talk, etc."

Sierra complained in an incisive manner.

"We can't afford to give the people extra worry, I want you to understand."

An expression that creates troublesome eyes and grief. "You're kidding me," he said small, expressing anger at the king's voice.

"You think we're gonna talk?

"What do I tell you to believe in your lords, the runners? Killing him is faster and surer."

"... you were going to kill me from the beginning"

"Depends on your mood."

The king's voice was calm.

Speaking pale without discouragement, the political ministry gradually understood why Sierra was advising.

"- Erosion Wave" Disparaise Aura "!

The body of the political sect was wrapped in a sphere in red and black, instantly enlarging as much as necessary and causing the tip of the spear held by the guard to disappear.

The soldier wandered, and the king frowned between his brows.

"You…"

"I'm not interested in the situation in this country. Whether scumbags look down from the throne or not, I have no feelings. I don't even respect it. But I'm not going to say anything. If you still want to get your hands on it, you know what I mean."

"... a child who can't take a minute."

"Hate (Unfortunately), I'm impolite. If you want to do it, be prepared."

Silence flowed through the hall as the two stared at each other for a while.

The king was concerned about the magic of an incompetent political sect and the story of Suphilia.

The story of getting rid of the dragon was hard to believe for the king and for anyone, and made a strong impression on this occasion.

"You know what it means to be prepared, I'm telling you to bet your country"

"You're not lying about getting rid of the dragon."

"What's the sudden matter, the story is over."

"Father! That's true. Nito and I left the Red Dragon and drove us away."

"... it's a story that lacks credibility. No one can fight that. But it is true that my daughter is alive. And the magic is strange..."

The political sect waited for the word of the king who would shut up.

I didn't say anything unnecessary and decided to shut up as well.

"Back off" to the king's word. The guard lowered his weapon and returned to position.

"It's a wise decision, I'm glad you're a discerning king. Thank you, Your Majesty.

When I threw up sarcasm and tried to walk away, the left eye of the political sect glowed red.

Three after the political sect on a small run.

And the king saw his eyes clearly.

The expression tenses strongly and the hands and fingertips that were lowering to the elbow begin to tremble slightly.

The king concealed his expression as he shook lightly on his forehead with his fingertips, enlightened by the fear he held.

"- Don't get your hands on me!

The guards, blocked in front of the political clergy who tried to leave without permission, retreated confused by the king's words.

"Suphilia, as promised, reward them"

"…" After a beat, Suphilia followed the political ministers in a gracious manner.

"Activate the Magphis!

After a while and a deep sigh, the king told him to look up and get his breath ready with a switched look.

At the same time, certain problems were occurring within Artemias.

"Hey, what the hell is this! I can't believe it!

Downtown Artemias - I heard that roar from a house in a residential area.

The exterior is as simple as being made of sand.

Magic conductor receiver placed in the living room - pologist.

The screen suddenly darkened.

"What's up!

A neighbor visits the house, wondering about the growing anger.

"Tommy, or that's what's weird. The pologists are gone."

"Oh, you too!?"

"... Oh no, you too?

I looked out the window and saw the bewildered residents coming out of the nearby houses.

And similarly he mourns the pologist broken.

Then one man muttered like this.

"No, this is weird. It can't be like that to break a bunch of them at the same time. No way... the country must have blocked the magic flowing from the arena."

This word was the beginning.

It immediately spread to the country, where a large crowd of people pushed themselves in front of the arena with pologists in their hands.

Only when the speaker will appear and the crowd will listen quietly.

"This is tyranny! We despise and despise our people! Never an acceptable act!

The gathered public also understands that the pologists are illegal objects made to imitate the portus.

However, the State does not make the purchase or use of pologists illegal.

The motive is to counter irrationality. We can no longer contain them.

This is the tip of the iceberg, and they have finally become unbearable, including the tyranny of kings that has existed before.

And the anger-dominated crowd goes to the last act.

- Barfalek Castle.

By the time the sun fell, the political ministry and others were treating themselves to lunch thanks to the generosity of Suphilia.

"No, the princess is very considerate, too. It's very different from that mustache."

The beard is about King Artemias.

The political sect wore himself out of a lobster-like crustacean, stabbed him with a fork and crushed him.

"Masamune, say you had no choice but to half, that's the king. Watch your mouth."

Sierra was cutting a lean steak named Fish Beef with a knife.

You said, "Oh, my God."

"This is Aya the Word."

Steaky Sierra hits her tongue with a refreshing toothpick.

"You've had a short day."

"Really? Um, can't you hear anything?

Toa cleared his ears to the words of the political sect.

"... Sure, I can hear you"

"Is it the voice of a person, it seems to be quite a large number of people too..."

"It smells like burning."

He changed his expression, and the four of them popped out of the room.

When you go out into the hallway, that's an outdoor hallway located on the upper floor of the castle.

The four found swinging lights and black smoke outside the castle, looking for places where they could see things.

"... what is this?"

We reach a place like a spacious balcony and peek in front of the main gate from the inside of the fence -.

There was an innumerable figure of the people who raised and restrained the pine lights.

Just as far as I can follow it with my eyes goes to the far side of downtown.

"Hey, isn't that some shit?

"Well, shouldn't we run away?

"Were you here!

That's where Sufilia appears.

"Ah, princess. More than that. What's this all about?

"It's a riot," Sufilia replied seriously.

"I guess, you'll see"

"Your father activated the Magphis. It detects and blocks waves of magic flowing from the arena to the portus, as do pologists."

"I just can't see the game anymore?

"That must be the only thing for the people of this country to look forward to," said Sierra.

"Yes," Sufilia did not deny.

"You mean it's not a very privileged country, except that king"

"... we will not deny it"

"You can talk to us, that mustache won't let you."

"It's no longer something you can hide through..."

"... well. So, what are we gonna do?

To the extent imaginable, the political ministry perceived Suphilia's reaction to laying face to the question.

"... about the guy who even tried to kill us, I guess we shouldn't just pay attention"

"What do you mean?" and Toa.

"They all have pine lights."

"It means we should leave now, we have carriages, right?

"Yes, we are keeping you waiting outside the gate, you can leave immediately. Use the back door."

"Well, thank you for your help."

"No, thank you for saving my life."

"If you were king, wouldn't this have happened?

"... what do you think? I don't know."

"I can imagine what that mustache is trying to do. Is that all you got?

"I..."

"You're a princess, aren't you?

"... I'm a princess. But I am a princess."

"May I help you?" and Sierra.

"Stop."

The political sect was blocked.

"This guy's not worried about his life. Besides, this is Artemias' problem, not outsiders sticking their mouths out. It's like Reinhardt didn't let him kill the prisoner, right?

"... right"

Sierra stopped saying what she was about to say.

"This is what they think, isn't it? An unreliable princess says it's a decoration..."

"I don't think so."

"It's a lie, you think I'm a bad princess, don't you?

After a few seconds of silence, the political ministry answers slowly.

"You're not gonna let me kill your father, are you?

"I don't think so."

"... well. I hope so. Well, I'll go now. I'll visit you again when you're king. I'm sure it'll be a good country then."

In the eyes of the political ministry looking up at Artemias' fence, there was a sense of regret that seemed to have left something to be done.

"I knew it was awesome..."

"Was it good," Sierra perceived the feeling of the political sect.

"What?

"Didn't you want to help?

"... no. Maybe this is it."

"... is that right?"

"Razhausen was a peaceful country after all."

"... right"

The first country I visited at the beginning of my journey was not as pleasant as the political sect had imagined.

He thinks the political ministry made the right decision that he should not intervene.

Toa and Nem invited me in, and they both boarded the carriage.

"Let's go, then, to Heirk Kuwait"

But there was a lump in my heart.

I didn't know you should have helped.