Civilization Game

Unibelle, who was tasting the fruit juice, lowers her cup of tea as she creaks. Lord relaxed and took the cup back to his mouth.

"You hit Martin? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Yes, sane."

She shakes her head.

"... I thought it was weird, but it's not weird, it's completely crazy."

"Hehe. Right. It's a hard world to live in without going through something."

"Cut the crap and get it straight! And don't you remember when you were beaten up by Mr. Martin?"

"That's when it happened."

As Lord continued to calm himself, she took the cup of tea to her mouth in a calm manner.

"Fine. What do I get out of helping you?"

"I'll give you the whole commercial part of the country from time to time."

"Cough! Cough!"

She tugs down her cup of tea again. Lord tilts his head. What's wrong with that juice? If I swallow it, it'll catch my neck.

"Hand over the country's commerce to me?"

"Yes, literally. Describing the scenario, you will be the financial representative of this country, and the Black Wing you lead will be promoted to all government officials. The big, small merchants below will still be in your care. In other words, both public and private businesses are in hand. Traditional dealings with foreign nationals won't be a problem."

"Shit, wait a minute."

She reaches out and stops Lord.

"I'm just saying. In fact, being part of a country is just about being your man, isn't it? We like it better this way! I don't want to get caught in the middle of a deal because I don't want to be a part of a country."

"If you take over the Commercial Part, there are more powerful advantages than ever."

Lord laughs and says.

"The Terra Mine is yours."

"……!"

"Isn't this a bit tempting? The mafia have a monopoly on mining terraces, expensive minerals, and even supplies of food. They say the Mafia and the Blackjack are allies, but they take everything, and you're just running behind some kind of transportation business. For example, moving Iron Ore from the Terra Mine to Casar."

"…… you!"

Unibell said after a while that she realized that she was too excited to raise her voice.

"No such cheap provocation. Why is it so advantageous for Black Wing to be part of a country? I'm a merchant.As long as I make money..."

"About you."

Lord sighs.

"... Are you really such a common merchant who just makes money?"

Rod said so and laid it on the table while documents documented several traces of her. The things she's donated to the country. And there was an endless list of things that were provided to the people for free or at a price they could not leave a margin on.

"…… did you do a background check on me?"

Unibelle's crimson eyes tremble. Creepy tension flowed through the skin, but Lord stood firm.

"Our intelligence boys had a hard time. Anyway, ordinary merchants invest their money to save money, pursue hobbies, or expand their wealth. You were spending almost all of the profits at the top to support this country. It was your role to maintain a country of such abnormal systems."

"Ha."

Unibelle sits back down and twists her legs.

"Okay, fine. But that's not why I have to risk going under you and turning Martin against the enemy. I will try to support this country in my own way. I don't have to hold hands with you."

"... Hmm, it's not enough to take the risk, is it? All right, then I'll make another bet."

"... and what else?"

Rod raises his voice as he raises his index finger.

"The future of this country."

"……"

Unibell's expression lingers for a moment.

"Now I see you're a crook, aren't you?"

'……!'

It's an impatient road with magical power, but you can feel the flow of eerie energy shivering in this room. It's as violent and violent as her fury.

"I'm ready to be buried underground..."

"You know that, right?"

Lord stops her and shoots her in the face.

"If we do this, this country will surely perish."

"……"

At this time, it is pushed to take control.

"Didn't I tell you? The entire continent is at war now. You're a merchant, so you're probably guessing because you're getting the flow of supplies. Other countries are getting feverish as we prepare for war, and we can't even solve internal problems. This country doesn't look so normal. At this rate, we will be the first of the twenty-two countries to collapse into history."

When Unibell heard that, she shouted.

"So who the fuck is it...!"

"You really think it's because of me?"

Lord smiled and said.

"Like you told me before, I'm just a scarecrow. No matter how bad a scarecrow is, you can't ask a scarecrow about their faults that ruined farming. Isn't the farmer's efforts more important than the scarecrow's performance?"

"……"

"Of course, I can't say I'm not responsible. But Martin is the one who helped this country lean like this. They squeeze people in, they buy food with that income, and they get people to buy it again. And the money he's earned so badly doesn't go back to this country. That means no circulation. Besides, he was reluctant to let any forces other than himself grow, so he stopped the country from expanding. This is what a man in the position of a public official should do?"

"You mean you're different?"

She opens her eyes and shouts.

"People are dying, and all they do is eat expensive food, drink alcohol, and play with girls!"

"So!"

I shouted without losing the road.

"If you don't trust me like that, you can do it yourself!"

Unibell stops.

"… What?"

"Actually, I'm not so bad at this puppet position. I don't have a desire to rule over other people, and I don't like telling people what to do. The only reason I'm struggling like this is because I don't like the doll that's controlling me."

"…… what nonsense."

"Don't you see? Turning over the commercial part is practically your job as Martin. If you take the nation's money wire instead of him, and you secure the Terra mines, how will this country change? Have you ever thought about that?"

Unibell clasped her lips. Lord leaned back against the back of the sofa and continued.

"The king reigns, but he does not rule. I don't know if I'm a brilliant king in every way, but I'm not that superhuman. If there is someone brighter in commerce than me, I will trust him and delegate my authority, and if there is someone who fights better than me, I will entrust his country to him. The king just becomes a sea, allowing the fish to swim freely."

Unibell smiles blankly with her mouth open.

"…… will you reduce your authority by yourself?"

"Yes."

"A king? The pinnacle of power?"

"That's right."

Lord grumbles, her brow twitching.

"... That's crazy."

Lord was able to understand her feelings. It was natural for her to live in a world where there was only royalty and religion, which was hard for her to understand.

"So, what do you want to do?"

Lord grumbles, but Unibell wraps his hands around his forehead and doesn't answer.

'Well, it's a matter of life for your family members, so you can't just decide.'

It's been a long time.

Rod stopped sipping his coffee a few times and got up off his feet, lowering his cup of tea.

"If it's hard to decide right now, come back later..."

"Stop."

Unibell said.

"On one condition."

Her crimson eyes glow even more in the dark, though her face is hidden from the palm of her hand.

"First, whether or not you want to be in the royal family is final, and then we make the final decision."

"Yes, good."

Lord relieves himself. It is acceptable to this extent.

"And second, when the job is done, royalty or not, leave the Terra Mine to us."

'... Ugh!'

This was a little dangerous. If you take over the terra mining business, which is the foundation of the country, black profit, the entire country will be too swayed by just one top.

"Hey, hey. What I said earlier..."

"I definitely heard it."

Unibell opens her eyes and says:

"But basically I don't trust you."

"…… umm."

I have nothing to say when it comes out like this.

"If human beings could change so easily, everyone would be wise, right? I wonder if you can make that crazy idea a reality or a possibility. So shouldn't we at least have that kind of safety?"

A merchant is a merchant. There was nothing wrong with it. Lord said, sweating.

"So if I work hard, you'll come to the royal chambers?"

"Because I saw you do it."

'… damn it.'

Nothing scares me more than the women watching you do it. The so-called smugglers are in charge, so you better do it well. I threw the message. They'll use that horse as bait to kill a man.

'But do I have any other choice...'

I thought I had taken over, but now I'm being dragged back by her. But Lord knows better than to be brazen or yelling.

He didn't hold any cards at the moment. Instead, he was selling the future to gain her cooperation. It was just a story of a future that had not yet been realized, even under good conditions on a white day, and the decision-making power was in unibells and blackjacks.

Lord finally nods.

"I understand. I accept your terms."

"Well, that's a deal. Wait a minute."

She turns her back on the couch and reaches out for the documents on her desk.

"… to write a contract?"

"The fundamentals of the deal. What, are you scared?"

"Oh, no, that's not it. If we leave it in a document and it leaks out and our plan becomes known..."

"Are you ignoring the black wing dog? That's never gonna happen, so shut up."

However, I hardly touched the paperwork to see if her arms were short. All you have to do is walk up and get it, 'Eek! Eek!' After fighting with the documents and pride, she eventually switched to lying on the couch.

'…… Wow.'

Under her skirt you see pink panties. Rod nods satisfactorily. Although he had a dirty personality, his taste was quite cute.

However, the moment Lord looked up at his underwear, he immediately met Unibell's gaze.

"…… son of a bitch!"

She squeals, covering her skirt.

"Oh, no... I didn't mean to!"

"Nothing has changed since then!"

The atmosphere suddenly became violent. Lord excuses with a swift twist of his arms.

"Oh, misunderstanding, Unibel! I didn't see panties, I accidentally had panties where I was looking..."

Tucson!

A red rod flies by Rod's face. As the rod hits the wall, a chunk of sandpaper drops down.

Lord feels the cold sweat running down his back.

"I'll add a new contract."

She summons a few red bars onto her palms with a smile on her face.

"If you can survive 10 minutes in this room, I'll think about it."

"Come on, come on, come on!"

"Die, you pervert!"

So Lord was able to escape from her hands after an hour of suffering, not 10 minutes.