All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Few know the beginning of the fall of the Empire.

That happened roughly ten years before the revolution took place. At that point it had been decided that the Herbarian Empire would not perish far away.

There is no such thing as an eternal nation. Just as the born will always die one day, so will the nations concerned. The pathology of calling the Herbarian Empire a financial difficulty has been going on for two generations, until a fundamental solution was impossible.

It was one man who led the empire to its worst end.

The emperor is served by a dedicated preacher for generations. That is because the voice of the emperor has the sound of a jade sound with power that cannot be suppressed. The direct word is immensely enforceable as it is. In other words, it is the Emperor Herbarian who lives every word he utters.

Because he is the bearer of a mighty and incomparable voice that can always obey men, the emperor has the fatal disadvantage of not even being able to have a reign argument with his subordinates.

To this end, beside the emperor, the preacher is to refrain. He is preoccupied with the role of "preaching the Emperor's Word" in the Jade Sound.

For generations in the clan, representing the king, they finally gained the strength to resist the jade in the seventeenth generation.

The spirit of my devotion and service that followed from my ancestors and was taken over by my descendants. They lodged one end of the miracle in their bodies. To this day, only the "jade sounds" that echo in this world have appeared to be completely ineffective.

It was the contemporary emperor, Fuyurasiato Herbaria IV, who delighted with it as an auspicious trillion.

Anyway, those born as emperors even speak out in their normal lives. It is not even possible to communicate with others without deflection.

When he matured, he could give up that it was his destiny, but Fuyurasiat IV had a young daughter.

I have a daughter who inherited a mystery of innate birth and someone to exchange words with. That fact was supposed to be a delightful celebration.

That was also why there was great disappointment with what the expectant preacher had done.

"Is there an opening?"

"... eh"

A man summoned before the emperor trembles in horror.

He was the only member of the tribe of preachers in history to have gained resistance to jade sounds.

To him born with rare power, an emperor incredibly beautiful, close to forty, asks in a mysterious whisper voice.

"Why, I faked the words I tell you"

The emperor relays the preacher to convey his words to his minister. Naturally, the subordinate words that enter the emperor's ear are also delivered by the preacher. There was never a problem with that decision.

Because historical preachers had been deprived of their will by jade sounds.

That is why the subjectivity of the preacher never entered into the words delivered by the preachers of history, and the will of the emperor was passed on without delay to his subordinate subjects.

But when he gained resistance to the jade sounds, he wasn't.

He tampered with the emperor's words to be conveyed and plotted to push forward the measures he had devised himself.

"Unfortunately, Your Majesty...!

A whispering whisper voice released from the mouth of an old emperor. A commanding officer who remains his own will, even if he hears the supreme voice that does arrive, squeezes the voice of the decisive death.

"In the present system, the Empire will perish."

……

The emperor did not reply.

Because I knew what the preacher complained about was just a fact.

The Herbarian Empire was a fool's king in previous generations. Their profanity is causing the treasury's finances to collapse. I'm trying to rebuild it in the modern age, but I haven't even been able to stop the expansion of my debt that lasted two generations.

The preacher who serves beside the emperor is in a position where many administrative circumstances come to his ear. If he sees and hears the situation of the Empire, and this country dies not far away, then he is right.

"To rebuild the country, we need control. Strong controls are needed to boost national power and develop domestic demand!

In his eyes complaining, there was desperation.

It's not just personal greed. It's not just about merit. There is a firm loyalty to the emperor and, above all, a patriotic heart.

It is the will of our predecessors to reclaim the time and wealth that we have wasted with our predecessors in the present generation and to try to reclaim the national power of the Herbarian Empire, which once ruled Western countries.

"Indeed, popular control makes it extremely difficult. The rebellion of the Hordes will also be intense for centralisation. But this country has you!

The heat in his tongue was at a critical temperature. It's boiling and it's irritating the heat that could hurt people.

The reason why he decided that absolute control would be possible, which would not be possible in various foreign countries. That is because this country is the Herbarian Empire, not just any other, and there is an absolute emperor sitting on the apex throne.

"If His Majesty's jade sounds, there are no resistance forces in the country as well -"

"Enough."

A cold whisper voice blocked the commander's heated appeal.

He's right that we need innovation. Until now, on the streets, the life of the country can't even be extended.

But the policy that the preacher tried to promote until he falsely assumed his role was innovative but too human.

"Your dedication has no human fever."

"What is it?"

"I have no trust in people. There is no distrust of people. I don't feel interested in people. The only idea I have is that if the king states, the nobility moves right and measures are in place, and if the nobility orders, the deputies and officials do their jobs without laziness, and the people lean on their promises to the law that the ruler has laid down. All in all, I don't understand people."

With an absolute voice, she taunts her thoughts as king with a beautiful whisper.

"I'm used to my voice. You may have forgotten, but people don't move as others think they do where they are ordered. People live the way they want to live. How bad, how bad, people never do what others say, etc. Like you didn't even do your job of just telling me what I said."

Don't blame me, don't blame me. Just tell the truth.

"And that's not even sin. As long as a person is a person, it is the state of obedience to the voices of others that makes them invalid and unnatural."

The woman sitting on the throne of the Herbarian Empire shakes her purple blue hair and tilts her neck.

"You renounced the role of a preacher and expressed the senselessness of words, are you asking for my jade tone at the end of your dedication?

"Oh, that's..."

"Reliance on my jade tone is a renunciation of my efforts to understand the people, a breakdown of the trust I have bonded with the nobility, and will expose the incompetence of the imperial ruling function. If we do that, this country will lose the meaning of being a country at that moment."

I no longer even made him say a plea.

Emperor Taru evaluates the commander's thoughts rigorously based on his prestige.

"'Empire, be forever'. The" jade sound "that dwells in me is all this line, which is the way the country was originally wished for by the people. The people want it, and there is a king. Not only our 'emperor' in the west. 'Emperor' in the east, 'Pharaoh' in the south, 'Augustus' in the north. In the history of this planet, it is the totality of the historical people who lived in that country, not the binding king individual, who created the only mystical realm in the divine power of the royal priesthood. That's why their divine right to lose a supportive people has been constant for a long time"

In the history of this star, the only four bloodlines she has told have gained her innate miracles by royal authority. While these four innate mysteries gained immense power after 'The Brave' and 'The Demon King', they were mostly doomed. Only the 'emperor' of the Herbarian Empire remains until modern times.

Their absence is proof that the innate secret is immense or not absolute.

That's why The Emperor knew more about the weight of his words than anyone else.

"What do you do, denigrate people to worms that just function"

"Become..."

As good as it sounds, the preacher goes out of line.

That's not what this is about. I don't feel that way about the dedication he mentioned. From the bottom of my heart, it's a measure to make a country better born than a patriot.

The preacher voices that his thoughts are misunderstood by the emperor.

"I don't have that idea. To live better, it's something I've thought through. As long as the country gets better, the people who live there can live in abundance! For a time you can always make them happy as long as you can follow people!!

"What you're saying is right"

Whisper Voice of the Emperor affirms that the preacher's claim is firing a target. She also admits that he is aiming for truth, national wealth.

His head has an ideal. I believe that if we go according to our ideals, we can have an ideal nation. I do not suspect that the people who live in the ideal country are happy. He appeals to me to wield a jade sound in the process of achieving many happinesses.

It was even a mouthful of conviction that there was a jade sound that could follow the people in one voice to create an ideal state (utopia).

So she denies his mistakes.

"Because it's right, it doesn't make it right"

In order to make the Empire an ideal state, there is not a jade sound.

The order is reversed.

Since the people gathered, the nation was formed, and history was built, innate secrets were born.

Sovereign in the conferral of divine power, the 'Emperor', with his innate secrets, has a sophisticated grasp of the communion that can be the only one with unique secrets.

"Don't get me wrong. This country is, but it remains."

The city must have a labyrinth. The emotions and magic of the gathered people combine to create a strange otherness, good emotions become grace, and evil emotions become demons and wander.

Magic could be combined with unconscious realms stacked with people's observed facts. The accumulation of concepts that could not have been born without humanity: ideology and knowledge, changed with the power of manipulation of man as it was.

Between those two, there are innate secrets.

By pouring the magic of too many people, the people, into just one figure, on an irretrievably large pile of national history, the divine conferral is established.

The scale of the 'country' - in particular, it is the identity of the mystery of the innate that so many large nations whose people numbered more than 100 million make it a peculiar labyrinth and magic and miracle that it is born when only one culmination is subordinated.

So the 'emperor' is essentially irresistible to the people.

"Give it up. Try to do what you say, and I will not accept it"

The emperor must also keep pace with the national situation so that the dungeon is in line with the urban situation. Stacked blood. And people's thoughts dwelt on her as the grace of divine power.

She, who is at the top of the country, is not allowed to do what the people will. "Jade Sound", which dwells in the emperor, is not turned down by miracles to individual kings, etc.

The emperor is the slave of the people.

It is the only one who was allowed to exist in the world for the first time in the midst of an emperor on the condition that the people wished to be ruled and worshipped.

If the people wish to perish, it is their role that should perish.

Whether the people become unhappy or overlook the decline of the country, the bearer of jade sounds must be the spokesperson for the wishes of the people. The previous generation, the previous generation, had a popular opinion that 'kings are extravagant'.

Those times also ended with the collapse of previous generations. All she can do, the emperor of the seventeenth generation, is draw the curtain as rarely as possible to the end of the country.

"Back off. Follow me, down the shack"

The majesty of Whisper Voice was what lowered the preacher.

At this end, as an emperor, she was disappointed personally.

To be honest, I enjoyed my conversation with him.

"The Emperor" is born, unable to allow conversations to pass with others. How difficult is it to be a person whose words make sense? Fuyurasiat IV is in pain.

That's why I put him on as an educator as her only daughter.

It is inconceivable that the result would have rampant the ideals that preceded it and allowed the policy to proceed until the emperor falsified his own words.

Trying to sigh, I notice.

"Mm?"

Back off, I said. He was still there.

"Why..."

Don't you want to leave? What's up, it was when I tried to ask?

The commander took the dagger out of his nostrils. He shook up his dagger with his blood-running eyes and stuck it in the throat of Fuyurasiat IV.

"- Huh!?

Before the pain, there was surprise.

Whether you are an immense emperor, trying to dwell on an innate miracle, her flesh is no different than just the strength of a man.

Not to mention being stabbed in the throat, I can't speak up.

I spit blood out of you. Power falls out of your body and collapses to the floor.

She lay down, and the commander looked down with sad eyes.

"Why, with that help, give up......!

His words, which shook his voice, did not enter her ears, which were dying. The only thing that filled the back of Fuyurasiat IV's brain at the end of the day was his fear of his daughter.

If I die, I'll still be a young daughter next. My daughter, who is not even ten yet, is born with the mystery of the innate, but has not become emperor in the true sense.

The ritual of the royal god has not yet been fulfilled.

What happens if there is an ineffective 'jade noise' commander there to samurai?

"Ah,... zzzzzz"

That's unacceptable. For my daughter, for my people, for all the humans who live in this country.

But I didn't have a voice.

If no words are uttered, the jade sounds will not be activated.

"I will not give up saving this country......!

One last ear of a man's determination to tremble all over his body.

Too lightly, Fuyurasiat Herbaria IV passed away.

There is the emperor's body.

Looking down at it is one man.

In a room with one body and one man, various and several men came in. It entails an atmosphere that is clearly not robust.

One of them gives me a glimpse into the body of a woman who sinks into her blood.

"Is this the body of Emperor Sama? If this happens, it won't be the same as the bodies there.... Oh, my goodness. Let's get this over with."

It's the muscular little guy who squeaked like he wasn't even interested. He was less tall for an adult man, but his forged flesh and intimidation were making him look big.

He gives instructions to the men who came in with him and begins to process the emperor's body.

"I didn't even think it was going to end peacefully, so it's a sign."

"… were you Volcano? Treat the body with care."

"Heck."

To the preacher's words, the little man shrugs his shoulders.

The men were part of the Carvel family, a mafia rooted in a city. Father there is the messenger's funder. When he needed connections and money to stand around in politics, he was a resident of a backward society that had heard and contacted him from nowhere.

The commanding officer also gave me instructions to invite you here. At the time of receiving the emperor's summons, he was ready when the discussion broke down.

The preacher closes his tight eyes and immerses himself in mourning.

"Your Majesty, I will never stop"

The silent prayer preacher entrusted Volcano and the others with the disposal of the body, turning his foot to a certain place.

Originally, the emperor's safety is established in the royal palace.

Specifically, all humans directly involved in the emperor are prevented from harming themselves with jade sounds. There was a decision to be heard jade from the guardian to the cook to the guests invited to the royal palace. It is impossible to let the assassin slip in or not be placed under the control of the jade noise by the time he gets there.

That is why no human was assassinated within the Herbarian royal family, which lasted until the seventeenth generation.

But he can't make sense of the jade.

That's why I was able to invite unfaithful people like the inhabitants of the back society. I did the assassination of the emperor, which no one expected.

What is more powerful is that he is not known for his resistance to jade sounds, except for a very small part.

The Commander's resistance was secret because it was a gift that could scratch the Emperor's authority. That's why none of us know that a preacher can defy an emperor.

The emperor, who knows it, is gone.

The commander advances his legs. Head to the place where you have the last hand to cover up your tremendous reversal.

Before anyone knows it, replace the current emperor.

The proof that the emperor is the emperor is without the sound of a jade. Only a messenger can make a direct statement to the emperor come true. Depending on what you do, it is also possible not to completely put the Emperor on the surface stage.

"Excuse me, Your Highness."

He entered a room on the corner of the royal palace.

There's one girl there. Still a young, eight-year-old girl.

"I must report something unfortunate. Your Majesty has fallen ill."

"... yes, is it?

My daughter's girlfriend's reaction to being told that her mother is dead is not because she is thin. Because the parent-child interaction did not exist after the girl was attentive.

The girl never even saw her mother's face since she started spinning willful words because they did not create the contradiction that jade sounds collide with each other.

"The next emperor is you, Your Highness."

"Come on?

The girl with the purple hair stretched out shall be decent. This girl with extremely little interaction with others doesn't even know that people throw up lies.

"... go on, what am I supposed to do?

"I just need you to snort. Your Highness...... no. Your Majesty, that's all you need."

"... yeah. You got it."

"Yes. It can't be difficult. I'll take care of everything."

I don't know anyone in the court, such as the presence of something so blown into the ear of a girl with purple hair.

The girl who was blown into the rape plot doesn't doubt his words either.

"... yeah, okay"

"Now let's consider your name at the time of reign"

"... whatever, fine"

"So how about Fuyu Lasciato, etc."

"... yeah"

The girl didn't even know it was about cheating on her mother's name.

The toddler there, he just didn't know.

I don't know, so she waved the jade as she was told.

The girl sat on the throne of the former emperor, unknown to anyone but one, while continuing to wave the jade like a slave.

Three years later.

The country leaned to a serious extent.