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"No, it's weird. I've never heard of the King and Queen getting along."

"But the fact is, I summoned the saints with so much magic and money, and I will give you an order to defeat the Devil."

"So what do you want? Are you saying that the demon King's plan itself is a false order? If so, what could be to the detriment of such a country?"

"I don't want to think about it. Perhaps the plan is to show the King that he cares, so that the people do not understand the disagreement between the Queen and the King."

The Royal Palace - in a warm corridor where the sun plunges in.

The Guardian Knights on the Queen's side - who seem to be quite underprivileged - were talking about rumours that they were circulating within the lower ranks.

Though the Queen's people, not all servants and the Knights of the End of the Guard are informed.

Slaves - so-called junior servants, newly knighted knights, and civilian ascending knights - are also of low status within the Royal Palace, and are not even of high importance within the Royal Palace.

This saint summons - the plan to defeat the Demon King and to move to resolve the King's malaise - is an important order enough to shake the country.

Highly qualified ministers - only those on the Queen's side of course - and trusted Melee Knights and Senior Servants gathered to carry out the plan, only some of them have important information.

Speaking of what the Knights of the End knew, I summoned about twenty warriors who had acquired more powerful inherent magic than the rest of the world by order of the Queen.

That's why the end knights and junior servants heard unreliable rumors flying within the royal palace and mixed their own speculations to teach others - and the strange rumors spread gradually in this way.

The summoned saint is a messenger from heaven, so if he sees a lowlife, his eyes will soon be crushed.

If you prefer meat to plants, you live in a strange culture where you don't like killing yourself.

A warrior who has been judged dangerous and obliterated by the head of the plan - is there an absence?

I can't lift it up.

Apply information you don't know who added it, and it's not credible.

"If you were right, what would the queen gain? Besides, if you're just trying to keep me from getting confused, there's something else you can do. You don't need to summon warriors from other worlds. It's too much work."

That's ridiculous. The Knights of the Kinsuke kick their friends' complaints.

If he's right, even if the queen and the king were to get along, he shouldn't have to go out of his way to do this.

It is strange, indeed, that all the troops we have sent have failed.

That's why I summoned a large number of unique magic holders from different worlds and collected tokens this time.

Still looking at a friend who leaned his neck with a sarcastic face, the Kintetsu Knight scratched his head and back.

Some time ago, there were rumors that the person on the first side of the room was about to fall into the queen.

The Kintetsu Knight thought that there would always be no more royalty-related rumors.

Even here in the royal palace.

If they find out about insulting the royal family with rumors without roots or leaves, it will be a big deal.

"Anyway, don't pretend you don't know such rumors even if they spread. I wouldn't have gotten caught if they told me it was a rebellion that insulted the royalty."

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Queen Rebecca, a luxurious woman with a few maids, walked down the hallway blurring her straight face into anger.

Recently, strange rumors have spread in the royal palace.

The queen and the king are wicked, and the queen despises the king's life?

This saint summons is false and all of it is a spy drawn from another country?

In the first place, the chances of a saint's plan to overthrow the Demon King are non-existent, and the order to overthrow the Demon King is postponed so that it is not revealed.

Well, I can't lift it up.

If such rumors were heard, it would be normal to punish the royal family severely for insulting them.

The people who are supposed to swear loyalty to the royal family - and the knights and servants, and the ministers - are rumouring the facts.

Those who spread rumors insulting the royal family should bear the burden of treason.

Really, I have already touched it.

Though he has been treated for life with magic and magic instruments, the King's body is not feeling well.

The Crown Prince - Rebecca's son is young, and he can't let politics take his place.

Therefore, the queen and trusted ministers now rule the country in place of the king.

Because of this, all the servants the Queen trusts most in the palace are busy, and they have not been able to move forward with the plan to overthrow the Demon King.

Believe and order ministers and knights who have sworn allegiance to the King - here it is.

It seems that the mention of treason ordered a few days ago is still not widespread.

After all, the queen is not valued by anyone other than her own servants.

I think the royal palace was a little brighter and better ventilated when the king was healthy.

If the leader is defeated, the next person to be empowered is a powerful man with hope, wisdom and luck.

Just because the King has fallen doesn't mean that the Queen will have all her rights.

"... Walkins"

"This is the queen. Oh dear, your face is wrinkled."

Beyond the queen's gaze, Walkins, the second cousin of the first side room, who followed three senior servants, was playing with his fingers on a splendid beard.

It is characterized by a sticky intertwined voice and a half-baked salutation, and does not mend manners or behavior in front of anyone - a kind of eccentric.

Formerly a junior knight, the First Side Room Pearl was promoted on the grounds that he was a close associate and is now one of the finest ministers.

Regardless, the queen is the most untrustworthy person in relation to the succession struggle, and there are few occasions to engage with him.

At a glance at the three servants he was drawn to, Queen Rebecca bends her shaped lips into a letter to.

Using a servant who is supposed to be the property of the Royal Palace just to move the Royal Palace, as if it were his own.

Though it's my real brother in the first room, it's too much, isn't it?

Walkins himself has no direct blood connection with the royal family - unlike the man who married the King, he is an extravagant.

From the queen's point of view, it is impossible to allow Walkins to walk through the royal palace with his own face.

"Walkins, it's you. The minister and the Knights of the Kintetsu, including his servants, are breathing extra."

In Rebecca's words, Walkins smiles like a snake while stroking his beard.

The narrowed triple white eyes seem to see through everything in the mind and are creepy.

Unlike the beautiful first side room, it looks like it feels physiologically uncomfortable just to face it - no, it's eye-catching.

Even the queen, the mother of the country, is so powerful that she can feel the cold unexpectedly.

When I confront this man, I don't feel well.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't dazzle. You're the one who spread the lie that summoning saints is pointless."

"I don't remember."

It must be a habit. Meditating lightly, Walkins exhales a heavy sigh from his nose.

Rebecca glances at the way she strokes her nerves.

"But isn't that true? How many warriors have they sent to open up the country's training facilities?"

"This time... This time, it's not the same as before. I summoned two (...) ten (...) warriors from a world much more advanced in cultural level than this one. Moreover, he used a great deal of magic and applied a level of inherent magic that could not be imparted by ordinary people."

Besides, Rebecca managed to hold down her trembling voice and shouted in a strong tone.

"There are so many people - and from the very beginning, I've seen them and from the very beginning, I've had deep relationships - that have led to good relationships. And most importantly, it was the first warrior who was able to transfer his own magic without causing any problems."

In the words of Queen Rebecca, one of her servants shook her shoulders.

Before Rebecca noticed it, Walkins loosened her mouth dirty.

Oh, good relationship from the beginning, huh?

Rebecca looks suspicious in that meaningful dialogue.

What did Walkins think he said that for?

Speaking of which, quite a while ago, when I first met the representative of the saints, I didn't see a disgusting face - and a disgusting reaction.

I was busy, and I didn't care about the end of the day at all.

Perhaps one of the saints tried to use his skills when we talked about group relationships.

For a moment, I was driven by the feeling of wanting to ask Walkins everything.

Even so, Rebecca is the queen of a nation. You can't really accept all such vague human words.

It could be just a matter of mind, and it might be Walkins' temptation to disturb his mind here.

Later, I'll find out about the servant who received the summons.

It's hard to think about.

Without the Queen's knowledge, it is not unlikely that something is moving on its own.

"What are you trying to say?"

"... no, nothing. For the first time (...) or (...) et al. (...), we could have predicted this. We've worked out a plan."

Rebecca shakes her long ears with a pique in a dialogue she won't abandon.

One of the servants can inadvertently swim his gaze at the seemingly cute reaction.

Rebecca stopped at the Walkins without paying attention to that.

"What the hell is that?!

…………

"Answer me!

Rebecca stares at Walkins as she shakes her blonde hair.

A straightforward face - a lovely beauty that leaves a little bit of childhood even in its glossy appearance.

Should a boulder be called a queen?

He shot Walkins in the eyes with his gaze as if he were using his short stature like a girl to intimidate him with a powerful aura.

In that expression, the desire for shelter once did not appear in the dust.

Her face was dominated by the confidence of being the wife of the absolute powerful and the immense temptation to despise the outside world.

"Walkins, you... What the hell are you up to?

"Things like that."

Walkins bent his shoulders in a daze and meditated maliciously.

Eventually he opened his creepy triple white eyes thinly and licked his tongue like a snake who found his prey.

"We filled a hole full of solutions - that's all. Don't worry."

An exposed dress based on pure red as blood.

Walkins narrowed his eyes with a look that stroked his pale shoulders as he peeked from there - a face that looked like mercy to a small animal.

"... hmm, I was going to pull you up as the great sinner who put his hand on the queen."

The queen took a few maids away from the Walkins after a glaring glance.

It's like saying there's nothing more to talk about.

Walkins, gazing at the queen's back, stroked her beard and puffed her nose.

And then he shows the three senior servants he brought to the end of the line of sight.

All three are blonde butlers, and all three are wearing glasses.

It was a slightly dangerous bet, but Walkins had a strange confidence that the bet would succeed.

"I think I've lost the queen's mood. They're not compatible with me anymore!"

Wrapped in a sticky voice, Walkins shrugged his shoulders.

Eventually, when the queen was completely invisible, Walkins made a serious face and moved on to his room.

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Walkins, who returned to the room given to him by the royal palace as Pearl's real brother in the first room, kicked out all the junior servants who were cleaning the room, and then invited the three butlers into their room.

Sitting deeply in a comfortable and splendid chair, he looks at the butlers who are aligned in a correct posture and licking them.

The closest butler is an elderly man with a wonderful waist position and a strange aura that seems to be a butler.

The butler standing in the middle is still young, and the royal family and other strict people still cannot give the point.

And thirdly - a senior employee who is younger than the butler in the middle and whose gaze is not even firmly fixed.

Walkins gazed at the third senior servant and gave him a light applause with a smile.

"Nooo, I don't think they'll find out unexpectedly. Ryan - No, Saint Kirishima Run. It's a boulder."

Did you say who the saints were in the original world - certainly students - high school students?

Since Walkins was a position that did not exist in the world he lived in, and his cultural level and surrounding environment were completely different, I was worried about the extent to which he could blend in as a different person.

I don't know, I can handle it.

When Rebecca's elf ears moved, Walkins was a little impatient when her gaze swimmed for a moment.

Rebecca, who was passionate about Walkins's unique tale, never noticed such a minor change.

"But the Queen still doesn't know anything about it. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to tell you even if I ripped my mouth out of a good relationship group!"

After the king was cursed, the queen was busy.

When she summoned the saint, the queen was not at the scene of the summons.

Among the saints, there was a person who was (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)

Neither the body of that person has yet been found.

The Queen doesn't seem to know.

Well, I don't know why, but I don't.

It is difficult for the King to be like that, and even for her to remain ordinary.

In addition, because of the failure of summoning magic, too sharp missing items appeared.

Because of this, a crack entered the relationship that was so strongly bound.

It was a hassle on the part of those who were not the knights of their own queen, who surprised me with their plans to enumerate the country.

I'm sure they want to hide it somehow.

Besides that.

Even if they had a sense of justice as ministers.

I'm sure you wouldn't have thought of telling the Queen this.

Say something extra and think you don't have to work any harder.

In fact, if the queen falls, the walkers - the people on the first side of the room - are more likely to show strange movements.

In fact, if this status quo had been in the Queen's ear, Walkins would have had another chance.

Did you care for the queen or did you adore yourself?

Heavy ministers who did not try to tell the Queen the truth.

This time it appeared behind my back.

"Kirishima Run, this is reality. I don't want you to live. [M] If the queen erases us, our plans will fail."

Earlier, Walkins promised two things.

Inside the Royal Palace - Protect Kirishima orchids no matter what happens within Walkins' reach.

Walkins will not let Kirishima orchids go, even if they mobilize everyone who can treat them like their fingers.

But instead.

Outside the Royal Palace, protect yourself.

Even if I am wrong, I will not lose my life on the way to defeat the Demon King.

As her mother spoke to her beloved son, who had passed the knighthood test and had decided to serve the royal palace, Walkins made a promise to the orchid with a caring voice.

When I observed it for a moment, I thought that it was easier to manipulate a creature from a different realm called a high school (...) student (...) by using gentle words into the gap of mind than by threatening it with an implantation force technique.

The orchid caught in Walkins' triple white eye opened his eyes over his glasses without touching them.

"- Why?"

Yeah?

"Why are you doing this? After all, it's for me who has the ability to fall in love with women."

In the words of the orchid, Walkins smiled slightly.

That boring ability is an indispensable substitute for Walkins.

A final trump card to shape future plans.

Without this, the plan could not have been put into practice.

"I-no, I really needed your skills for my sister."

Like a father who speaks kindly to a loving son who has lost his strength and motivation.

Walkins looked gently at the orchid.

Doss, who hides his black heart in the depths of his heart, walks in the guise of a good minister, and Kirishima Orchid, who plays an ignorant child while realizing the threat of his abilities.

The mighty minister, who was like a fox, and the clever saint, who was like a fox, had deceived each other.