A Wish to Grab Happiness

Archet, King's Capital of Garrist.

This city, which is rebuilding from the fall by demons and is about to thrive again, was full of cheers today.

The men carry their luggage while drinking, and their daughters greet it with bouquets of flowers. The music rang down the street, and the painter raced to take a brush.

Today is the pro-recruitment of Princess Philos, and the return of the advance army led by hero Rugis - the Triumph Ceremony.

Everything in the city was a grand celebration venue. The people gathered like Yunxia, rejoicing in the signs of a new age.

Once defeated, the Garrist kingdom now regained its glory and accomplished its Eastern expedition. Heroes slaughtered the Great Demon under the blade, and the Princess made the hostile Volvato army an ally on favourable terms.

Don't call this success, what do you call it?

Princess Philos continues down the street, dressed in black military uniform, receiving popular cheer. Unlike the usual royalty, he responded to the people by riding, not from a carriage.

He seemed to claim that he was not an ornament.

Exhalation leaks out of her lips.

- Finally, you've got a breath, Princess.

Mattia, the Virgin, who was letting the horse walk a little behind Philos, said in a voice that often passes. In some voices, it doesn't sound surrounding in this cheer. It was easier to talk than indoors where there might be a secret detective.

"Yeah, really finally."

At last, the words had strong emotions in them.

He was consecrated by the lord of a city as a concubine princess, and Philos was always on the throne of the sand.

Days of desperate need to restrain nobility and surrounding forces in scaffolding that you don't know when to collapse don't even have time to breathe.

But now Philos has achieved one thing. From an unproductive little girl to one who fulfilled his duty as a monarch.

"Nevertheless, the challenges and hassles to clean up are piles. Citizens don't miss glory alone. Without peace and food."

"... right. I know."

To the advice of Virgin Mattia, you were one of those troubles, Philos did not say.

Though a few strong female foxes, Philos can't lose Mattia now. Philos points his lips as he does his gaze on her ring for only a moment.

The immediate challenge for Philos was to create a new system.

More than Rugis returns, Philos accomplishes his crowning. It will be the Lord of this country, both nominally and substantively. Garrist will welcome the new kingdom.

The crowning ceremony sets the new kingdom apart from the old kingdom.

To that end, it is urgent to build a new political system.

But here, Philos had one problem to worry about.

- That is, whose hand do you give the marshal's wand to?

After finishing the whole of the triumph ceremony and the celebration ceremony, Philos roars his lips even as he now fronts the parchment that literally became a mountain in the office.

The restructuring of the army is more imperative than naming the new kingdom. As before, it is not something that can be accomplished by temporary organization because it is an emergency.

The Marshal is at the apex of the military in the state. If we put down a bad person, that would shake the nation.

This was no longer an area of politics. It's not a good thing I've made up my mind easily.

"I beg your pardon, Princess. About the coronation sunset."

One of the candidates is this guy who built up a fine mustache.

The head of the nobility, Biomondor-Gagari.

He is the quickest mover in carrying up Philos and the fastest man to start a raid in the Wang Du recapture battle.

I have difficulty rushing my judgment, but I have no doubt that I am competent.

He was still the one in charge of the political wing.

"Biomondor. What would you have done if I had died on an expedition?

Biomondor moves his chin mustache with little thought.

"Caged in territory, you would have seen the current again before it moved. When the princess is hidden, there will be no legitimate successor to rule the king's capital. In a whirlpool of confusion, the king's capital will be worthless."

Offering a new parchment, he answers and shows not even a bare gesture of thinking.

It was clogged and I was already thinking about it when it happened.

Selfishness and realism. And a man who says what he wants to say.

In the new kingdom, Biomondor is the leader of the nobles. With him as Marshal, it's easy to miss the nobles.

But that was synonymous with allowing the aristocratic faction to expand its influence.

Another candidate is Richard-Permilis, a male in the old Garrist army. The garrison army of the new kingdom, and many of its commanders and soldiers, are those of the old garrison army.

Richard still has high support from them, and if he becomes Marshal, the soldiers should pledge greater loyalty to the new monarchs.

But that's why Philos watched as Richard was the least alarming.

Biomondor only weighs profits, but Richard measures monarchs.

If you feel it is not enough to serve, you will return your palms easily. It is hard for Philos to believe that he has a loyal heart after all.

After thinking that far, Philos broke his grin naturally on his cheek.

While I'm at it, I don't believe in people anymore.

When I was only a lord of a city, I tried to believe in both the inhabitants and the ministers. I believed that if I showed myself right, they would all serve me right.

Here's the result.

The man who taught Philos to doubt people and resent people was one of the marshal candidates.

- Rugis. The hero who murdered the great demon Vrilligant. There is no longer one symbol of the kingdom.

It is the crest religion that delights him in holding the Marshal's wand.

The connection between the Garrist kingdom and the crest will be stronger, and that female fox will plot to cow more power.

Philos re-fitted his monocular glasses and told himself:

"This is politics, politics. Something like a balance."

From now on, Philos will be queen. aristocratic faction, the old Garrist army, and the crest religion. We must balance the three main forces.

There, personal feelings should not be mixed up. We have to be cool, calm and make absolute decisions.

"... Blooder. You must be here, Bruder."

Call Bruder, loaned by Rugis as an escort, with his voice.

He said it was his favorite escort. There will be no betrayal.

In fact, her arms were certain. On several occasions, the detective sniffed around Philos, but all died pierced by needles.

Perhaps he also serves as an informant around Philos. She was nearby where she could hear voices all the time.

"- Heh. What is it, Princess? Is it rice?"

"No, you're not, idiot. You can eat anything later."

Bruder's voice seemed in a terrible mood. Rugis is returning, but he's so frustrated that he's not going out there.

Nevertheless, the roots are mercenaries around dividing jobs.

"For example. How would you feel if your employer, Rugis, told you to be a marshal? Hate or rejoice"

Bruder said as he drooped his brown hair off the ceiling.

"You won't like it. It's not for me, or I can't take that responsibility. It's all the time."

Philos pulls his jaw small and nods. Yes, Rugis will hate it. Definitely reject. It was visible to my eyes to try to do something and abandon my role.

For some reason, he tries to keep his glory away. Where I pushed him to marshal, I'm sure it's not in line with his intentions.

Then Philos narrowed his eyes.

- I'll make sure I give you the marshal's wand in that man's hand.

Philos distorted his cheeks greatly. Thin your white eyes like a three day moon, I think.

Rugis, you brought me to the throne. You made the little daughter of a weak aristocrat a princess for your own use.

In the end, I will be crowned only to be used by you.

Philos knew that Rugis felt unspeakable guilt towards himself like this. That must have kept swelling the further Philos went down the road to the King.

The King's Way isn't all about beauty. You have to keep stepping on it and be prepared to even lose your neck one day and move on.

Rugis told me to follow that path. Philos laughs a lot.

It will be good. If that's what you want, you can walk down the road full of blood. Give you glory and walk with you.

That's how I'm gonna say this after it's all over.

- I could be a fine queen safely thanks to being bloody and being used by you until I could even throw my fine happiness at you. Thank you for ruining my life.

I wonder what that man will look like when he says so.

I'm sure that man can have a wound that won't go away again. My wounds will annoy that man until he dies.

There was such certainty in Philos.

"Ahaha, ahahaha! Yeah, I'm sure he doesn't like it. But you have to do your duty."

Princess Philos took the pen and signed it. The name of the person to whom the marshal's wand should be given was inscribed on parchment.