Civilization Game

The next morning it was bright.

"Ugh…."

The rod that just rose from the bed yawns and stretches its base. I felt dizzy as soon as I woke up from drinking last night.

I wanted to stay late because of the headache, but when I realized it was almost time to go to work, I quickly got up on my duvet. When Eve's angry face rises, her movements fade.

As he quickly finishes preparing to go out, he tries to put on his outfit, but the stand hits the ground on his elbow. Rod closes his eyes and reappears. The stand decoration breaks and the floor is a mess.

'Ugh, somehow the beginning of the day is ominous...' '

Rod comes out of the bedroom feeling sorry for his mates, putting all the pieces together. As he walked down the corridor to the office, he found his forehead.

"Did you watch out for the booze in that world over there? I don't think I've had much to drink yet... Tsk. '

I was still in the worst condition. I thought I'd close my eyes for a little while once I finished my morning.

Today, the palace was particularly noisy. There was a great harmony of thumping and shouting and loud noises everywhere.

My head ached even more because I was exposed to the disorderly noise.

"Ah, Your Majesty!"

Just then, I encountered an intelligence agent running through the corridor. He was not as familiar as Anylox, but he often came to report to the Oval Office. As soon as he saw Lord, he ran at full speed.

"No, Your Majesty! Where the hell have you been?"

He sighed and said.

"Huh? I'm just on my way to work... Is something wrong?"

"It's Martin! He's back at the Underhaim!"

Lord winces, but quickly returns to his original face.

"Is that all you've got to do? Of course, I'm surprised you got here so soon... but Martin was supposed to be back at the Underhaim in the first place. Or was I supposed to go out to the gate and throw a welcoming party or was I too late to schedule a candle?"

"Oh, no, that's not it!"

A stammering intelligence agent shouts.

"Martin's movements are unusual!"

"……?"

"We made it to the Underheim with our troops overnight without any notice! And even though we're in the capital, we're moving slowly as if we're searching the streets without disarming our troops!"

Rod asked me with a serious face.

"… Is that a siege? What's their projected destination?"

"…… maybe."

He said as if he had vomited a long breath.

"This is the royal palace."

"……!"

The light-headed road immediately starts running through the hallway.

"Your Majesty!"

"Get the Royal Guard ready! And get in touch with the guards, the Black Wings, the Brass waves, and more!"

"Oh, I see!"

Rod makes a quick ascent up the stairs to the fourth floor. And I opened the biggest window in the hall.

"…… Oops."

Beyond the view of the palace garden, which overlooks the window, Martin's armies are closing in, surrounding the palace. Even the most advanced troops have already reached the entrance to the palace.

The arm of the obstacled rod trembles. One word came to mind.

"The coup...! '

*

"Oh, stop!"

"You can't do this! Godfather!"

Two guards guarding the entrance of the palace clasp at the spear.

And beyond them, Martin's soldiers are marching through the dirt. Together, those who were armed with swords and knives in black suits, and those living in the surrounding settlements, were in a hurry to close the windows and close the curtains.

And this big bear-like man standing in front of these soldiers. This one was stronger than the march of soldiers coming from behind.

"… move aside."

Martin says grisly, scattering cigar smoke.

"……!"

The guards shudder by just making eye contact. The spear holding it felt like it was near the top of my hand.

The closer it got to Martin, the worse it got. One of the guards grips his teeth and shouts.

"W-what, back off! If you come any closer...!"

Shuhua acorn!

Martin's new statue suddenly appeared between the two of them. There was no time to react. As he extends his arms, the two bodyguards flew and slammed into the wall to the left and to the right, causing the body to collapse like a can. You hear a terrible creaking sound.

Martin lowers his arm quietly and walks back up to the entrance of the palace. The mafia followed closely.

"Here they come!"

The guards march in and line up against them in the royal courtyard. The second-floor corridor also features archers running to aim their bows.

"Stop! If you come any closer, I will consider you a traitor to the Crown!" "

Martin spits out a bloody smile and pulls out a long-gun musket from his chest with one hand. An excellent magical armor that shoots refined magical power with bullets, not ammunition.

"To myself."

Heave-ho! The gun is headed for the SS advance.

"Do not order."

Thud, thud!

The moment the musket fires, a bullet of magical power flies into the formation of the SS. And…….

Shhhhhhhhh!

The bullet, not a penetrating effect, caused a massive explosion that destroyed everything around it. Jiggle, jiggle! Only the shocks of blue magical power reminiscent of electricity remain on the floor.

"No way!"

The 1st wave of the friendly forces was wiped out in a single blow. The range of bombings has surpassed their imagination. Martin said as he grabbed the Muskets.

"There's no time to waste. Hit it."

"Waaaahhhh!"

The Mafia boy draws his weapon and rushes to the SS.

The talents of the elite mafia returning from Drug Farm were revealing why they were the masters of this Abyss. On the other hand, the Royal Guard, which was ambushed suddenly and demoralized by Martin's unique abilities, succumbed without even doing a proper resistance.

"Martin, Neonom!"

Kuang!

Just then, a guard who could be two meters tall broke through the mafia's siege and ran to Martin standing alone. 'Giant of the SS.' People were afraid to call him this. He shouts.

"I'll kill you myself!"

Phew! He raises a halberd as big as himself.

Qajik!

However, the next moment, his vision became blurred and his face became painful.

"Cough!"

Martin caught his face. He holds Martin's arm with both hands, laying down Halberd, in pain that would literally dislocate his face.

But Martin's arm doesn't budge. Martin, who raised his ball with one hand, leans back and lowers him to the ground.

Kuku ku Kung!

The ground splits open and my face falls into the ground.

"Hehe."

Martin raises the orb back up, like pulling a carrot, and throws it into the crowd.

"Blood, move!"

The soldiers hit the ball drop like bowling pins.

Martin turns his sleeves lightly, then walks to the Jarbuck Zuckerberg palace as if nothing had happened. Then the mafia rushed in first and defeated the guards in front of them before Martin could reach his footsteps.

The situation was overwhelming.

*

Kuang!

The door to the Chamber of Commerce opens roughly, and armed mafia swarm in.

"Anyone?"

"I don't think it's here!"

"……."

Eve calmly raises her head and looks at the document, placing it neatly on Lord's desk.

"What are these things? This is the king's office. Step back now."

But the mafia remained motionless. In fact, some people laughed as if they were ridiculous. The mafia, who looks older among them, asked.

"Where is the king?"

"…… right now."

Eve's voice blends in with her spooky life.

"Back off, I said."

"……!"

Eve's tight fist blooms with a bluish magical power. The Mafia boy flinches and raises his weapon.

Martin walks through the open door of the office when an unusual atmosphere flows through.

"It's been a long time, High Septon."

Martin gives off a puff of cigar smoke. Eve reluctantly lowers her arms.

"…… It's been a long time, Godfather."

"Where's Lord?"

"I don't know. Of course, even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

"Too bad."

Eve is calm with Martin's relaxed attitude.

"…… what the hell is this? You're taking over the palace with an army! This action has really crossed the line! This is treason!"

Even with a standing cry on her day, Martin only smiles sadly.

"You reap the seeds you sow yourself."

"Martin! What are you...!"

She lets out an unbearable scream.

"Why are you doing this to this country? But isn't that the country you were born in? Why?"

"… of course not."

Phew. Martin breathes cigar smoke again slowly.

"To protect this country."

He looks at Eve as if her work was done. Out of the office, he tells his men.

"The High Septon is confined to this room. You can kill me if you try to get out."

"Yes, boss!"

Eve shakes her head, biting off her bloody lips.

'…… Your Majesty.'

*

Rod and Beatrice stay close behind the pillar. And beyond that, a mob of Mafia hordes roars. Beatrice signals that we should leave as soon as all of them are gone.

"You're wasting your time. I can't believe even the basement corridor is blocked...."

The road moves and mutters.

"... but there's still a route out to the garden."

"Fine! Let's go that way."

You hear footsteps from across the hall as the two of you rush across the hall. The two of them had little to go on and had to hide behind the column again.

"Hey, where are you going? What's wrong with you?"

You can see two armed mafia boys approaching in a fast pace.

"... I think I heard something here."

Behind the man muttering that line, Beatrice's new statue appears as a ghost. Phew! His pupils loosen and collapse to the ground.

"What, what!"

One of the remaining mob members is slammed on the back of the road as he approaches. The mafia also collapsed side by side and fainted. Beatrice drags the two of them in a swift motion and hides them behind the curtain.

"Let's go."

"Yes!"

The two of them ran down the corridor, climbed the stairs, climbed the wall, and fell back from the fourth floor to the third floor. Thanks to this, encounters with the Mafia were almost rare.

"I hope Eve is okay...."

Lord mutters with a worried face.

"…… Even Martin, the High Septon, cannot be carelessly touched."

"Yes. Of course."

Beatrice carefully climbs up the wall to the ground, opening the window and looking around. You move as quietly as a cat burglar. She then replaced the rod and body with her unique abilities, and then repeated the same task again.

The road down on the ground looks around. It appeared to be a garden in the back of the palace. It was a natural wall of tall bushes and plants, perfect for hiding the body.

"This way?"

As she descends, Lord points the way with his fingers.

"Yes, you'll see a cave just a few more feet from the terrace mine."

"Good. Let's get out of here."

Fortunately, the Mafia didn't feel the popularity of the movement, so they were able to run through the garden with a sprint of electricity.

"This way."

Beatrice whispers. They run along the high fence, circling the corner of the garden. The cave was now visible to me.

'…… huh?'

Lord frowns in horror. Beatrice's followers also opened their mouths in shock.

"How are you two?"

There, unibelle awaits.