Baal blinked at the unexpected event that had happened in the arena and then punched Pong in the knee.
"- That's the woman who had the cursed ring! It's getting interesting, Ares."
"... this sorting is a bad hobby. And I think you're rude to Queen Housel."
"Queen Hausel, can you keep the woman of the kingdom in the backyard?"
It is usual for a bitter subordinate to become sinister. Listening, Baal pokes his cheek wand and observes.
The woman was lying down with her sword and pulling out a woman who was about to be swallowed by holy implements from an open gap. Every time I help another woman, I get mucus on her and my clothes are melting away, but I keep helping others without worrying about that.
Some women were gathering and guiding the women who were helped. She seems powerless, but runs around with fluffy hair. He had lent a hand and shoulder to a woman who had been helped, and he had not hesitated to step on a piece of holy equipment that was awkward. In front of the women gathered at the wall, some are pushing away holy objects with minimal movement. You don't look motivated, but you're protecting it - maybe.
"A lot of women are promising this time."
"... those are the three men who are able to attack the Holy Fixture"
"No, the four of us. Look, that woman. I'm laughing in this situation"
When he saw the woman ahead, whom Baal pointed, Ares frowned.
"Didn't you feel it in fear?
"You're not. Take a good look. The holy appliance is wearing that woman. - It could be more than Sarah's."
"It can't be. It's just a coincidence."
"Even so, he's the owner of strong luck. There will be such a thing. The most promising thing is that woman who's dealing with holy equipment."
I guess the Holy Fixture recognized you as just the enemy. Sorting was no longer a one-on-one battle between the sacred appliance and the woman.
For the first time, the audience is excited about an unprecedented development. Baal, who was fed up with the inferior audiences, albeit camouflage, also figured out the audience's excitement just this time.
The weakness of that sacred object is the eye. But the eyes are hidden in the deepest part of that resilient body. Even if you scrape the surface until the sword reaches you, it's huge. How far can a woman go with her strength?
"I think which one wins, Ares"
"It's the saint of origin right. There's no way I can break it. Sarah just calmed down, too, and it didn't lead to destruction. - I'll give you a signal to pull the sacred equipment. Because it's usually that time."
"Wait. I want to see what that woman does"
"Do that again...... come on, face reality. This one has a divine sword and Sarah. We should turn to Queen Hausel for support, not mediation, to crusade the Demon Dragon, the Demon King behind it, as soon as possible."
Ares' prophecy was pushed away by cheer.
The retrospective Ares opens his eyes and Baal also opens his mouth and shudders.
With a brilliant flash from above, the woman cut the holy ware in two and threw it away. The sacred appliance creases from the top so that it can be taken, and winds up the blast at the end.
Baal accidentally laughed out as he abased the blast directly from the front.
"- I won, that woman! I broke the Holy Gear! Don't do it, this has to be rewarded."
"Dear Baal!
I heard the sound of the sword firing with the call of the pressing Ares right around the corner.
You rode a tornado that blew up from the arena, and a woman came to Baal and stuck out her sword. And Ares bounced it off.
But losing the sword, the woman was not moving at all. On the contrary, he walks over graspingly and waves up his right hand. Baal didn't dare stop it from swinging down.
There was a pungent, dry sound, and the audience that was gushing quietly.
"There will be enough for a bad taste to make a woman a spectacle like that"
"Woman, this is the Holy King of this land."
"He's a fool! The woman who goes into the womb will be your wife. If you want to make a truly wonderful woman your wife, then be a decent king first!
Long time no see, it was a downright curse.
Laughing thinly at the pain in his nibbly cheek, Baal looks back at his daughter. His daughter, who made her eyes angry, did not escape Baal's gaze and made further demands.
"And return my ring."
"... Oh, the ring. That cursed. Well, where did you go?"
"Keep it away from people......!
Beautiful that face that makes your eyes shine in anger. The laughter spills.
"- Interesting. I like it."
To that one word, the perimeter solidified. The woman is also frowning and looking at this one, but it is trivial.
"Woman, you, your name is certain - Eileen. That's what they called you."
Suddenly a wandering woman swims her gaze and pulls herself back. I stood up after it.
Holy power enough to defeat the sacred instrument - a woman with a high sacred power and a ring cursed with immense magic. The name Irene. There was one woman that seemed to apply to the conditions, I had an idea.
It is the crown princess of the neighbouring country, who became the wife of the demon king with the holy sword.
(I got a good one for this. I just want to say...... I wonder how this stuff got confused. Do you want to go to war?)
I can't squeeze it right out of where it was trapped. My surroundings are full of enemies.
The only woman who seemed to forgive her heart became the wife of another man.
Feeling like laughing out, Baal looks down at Eileen.
"I've made up my mind. I'll make you queen."
"- Ha!?"
"Dear Baal! No matter how much Queen Hausel recommends, suddenly she's the queen, not the youngest."
"I have no objection. Orders."
I'm putting my hand on my forehead like Ares is dizzy.
But the woman screamed in more haste than that.
"Oh, I refuse!
"There will be no such thing as a veto. The rest are kings."
"- Yes, you've seen the ring, the ring! I am my wife!!"
"I see, do you love your husband? So you don't want to get your husband killed?
Grab the jaw of the woman who hunted her down to the wall, attracting and whispering so much that the exhalation touched her.
"Don't worry. Nobody realizes who you are but the rest of the time. The people of this country are disappointingly oblivious to the circumstances of other countries."
"... oh, my God, I'm talking to you"
"Eileen Jeanne Hermeia"
Calling the name small, the woman stopped moving perfectly. At this distance, I don't hear any conversation around me.
"What, it won't be a bad story. Be quiet, my queen."
"hey... what, for"
"Be aware that you are not in a position to be asked that. Or do you want to try? If I take you hostage, how will the Demon King come out?"
To the breathtaking sound, Baal laughs inclusively.
"But don't think the Demon King can win the rest. Before the rest of us, who are holy kings, we are just demon kings and human beings, and if we have a divine sword, we are no different from dust mustard. I can kill your husband for the rest. Come on, what are you gonna do?
A woman hung herself up. But the threat must have been passed on. Shut up and I'm shaking my fist. That means Kyoujun. We have no choice but to do so if we do not want the Demon King killed.
(Still, you don't think I'm serious about the Demon King being my husband? Is this woman insane?
Actually, could it be the effect of that cursed ring? The moment I distracted myself from the possibility, my fists flew all over me. After grabbing him, Baal looks up at the eyes of the woman who has been trying to slap him in the fist.
The eyes of a pale ball burning quietly with anger were eloquently telling the woman's love.
"I will definitely make you regret having treated my husband with dust and mustard."
It's a highly motivated dialogue that I don't think is very threatening.
After the pounding, the twitching exaltation is awakened. It may even look like we're having a good word with each other beside us - it got weirder and weirder when I thought so, and I laughed out loud.
"Master Baal?
"Nothing, Ares. - Give Eileen the palace of the sea, and let her serve in the rear palace as queen. This woman has just begun to be a senior queen. The rest of the princess."
To the life of Baal, everyone, including Ares, drips his head and kneels.
Only the new princess can't hang her head. I was terribly happy about that.