Civilization Game

'I knew it.'

Eve bites her lip. However, there was no chance that the letter would not be taken away from Martin. Eve gives him the letter with confidence.

Looking at it for a moment, Martin smiles tightly.

"Were you planning to summon the Parliament?"

"That's right."

"Fine. Let's do it."

Surprisingly, her eyes flutter wide as permission falls too easily.

"The king's execution is in two days. Then the ceremony is tomorrow at 9: 00, and the summoner is Eve. Within the next day, I will send a letter with a congressional summoning order to 23 clans but us. The letter will be made fairly by the committee members. Is that enough?"

Her eyes narrow. What the hell are you talking about? However, there was no reason to hesitate to allow the summons. Eve nods.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then."

*

The Imperial Palace dungeon.

Lord's eyes slowly open. My head still tingled and my mouth still tasted like dark blood. When I opened my eyes, what I saw for the first time was a dark and damp basement. It smelled like mold.

Lord tries to rub his eyes like a habit. Heave! But instead, you feel something strained with the sound of a dull chain. Turning around, I saw chains attached to the restraints of both arms and fixed at the ends of the left and right walls. Suddenly, I woke up and said my arms were numb, and this was why.

"…… Master!"

Beatrice sees Lord awake and approaches. The handcuffs that Unibell had on his wrists were the same. Restraints were placed on one ankle and chains were attached to the wall. She buries her face in her crooked gear and rod's chest. Lord senses the top wetting wet.

"Are you okay, Bea?"

"…… Yes. What about you?"

"Neither do I."

With her head held high in her chest, Lord frowns one eye at the sudden rush of pain. I was bitter when I got hit by Martin.

"My Lord!"

"It's okay, it's okay."

The pain was tolerable in its own way. However, my body trembled during the course of the basement.

"I still have a king's name, but I can't believe I'm hanging around a place like this... I'm a little disappointed in Martin."

Lord tries to make fun of you, but Beatrice's expression doesn't come off.

"…… what happens now?"

"Don't worry too much."

Lord tries to stroke her head, but realizes the restraining arm and gives up.

"Martin can't just kill me. Since he pushed his troops too hard and occupied the royal palace, he was a mob. If you kill me, the king, at will, the complaints and revolts of the people will erupt everywhere. Especially since I'm on a certain share price with the war, I'll need a good reason to execute."

"Justification...?"

"Yeah. Well, of course you hit the royal palace because you were ready for that."

Beatrice shakes her head with a grim look again. Oh, God, I shouldn't have said the last thing.

'… By the way, Martin is amazing.'

With the victory of this war, Lord gained the people's inspiration, and his hatred for Martin, who did not come to help the Underhaeim, grew. Last night, Martin's recognition of Ska Pacino became even less self-reliant. The time it takes for the rumors to start spreading is a day. As Lord Rod shouted 'General' in the long edition, Martin did not hesitate to turn the whole plate upside down. He occupied the palace early in the morning and buried all the issues as they were.

Lord thought that decisiveness and mobility were highly appraisable, though not otherwise.

At that moment, you hear footsteps coming from the hallway of the prison. The darkness slowly walks, and you see the light beyond the spear. You feel a tremor in Beatrice's hand, holding the corner of Lord's clothing.

"You're both doing well."

The middle-aged mafia raised its head with a torch and raised its spear. The keys to the waist dance make him appear to be the keeper of this place. After that, there was a mafia that looked a little younger.

"Your Majesty. How's it going in there? How are you holding up?"

The middle-aged mafia at the prison asked with a sarcastic tone.

"It's all good, but it's too cold. I don't have any wishes for you to light a fire."

Lord was four and a half years old. The guard chuckles and spits on the floor.

"Remain calm. Soon the execution will begin. It's a bit noisy out there, so the boss has decided to move up the schedule. Huh?"

The guard moves the torch in his hand to the side. You see Beatrice trembling beside the road.

"Huh? Isn't that the assassin?"

His nephew, Mafia, who was standing behind him, said.

"Oh, I see! Isn't that the noble sword that struck the king in the tail without knowing the grace he brought?"

The guard looks up and down at her with greedy eyes.

"The boss didn't even tell me what to do with her."

Heave-ho! The guard opens the cell door and thunders. Then you loosen the hook from the wall in Beatrice's restraint.

"What, what!"

The guard approaches, grabbing Beatrice's handcuffed arm and forcefully raising her up. Then I looked at her body as if she were approaching.

"Hiya! I've had to do this for a long time. What a luxury!"

The guard rubs her white legs. Beatrice shudders.

"Oh, stay still! Bitch!"

Her cheeks turn. The guard grabs her arms with one hand and continues to stutter with the other.

"... No!"

"This little bitch is growing well."

The guard's hand grabs her glutes as she slowly climbs off the bridge as if taunting.

"Haha!"

The guard glances at her face and hands. And this time, I slapped his ass. Beatrice screams. The executive turns his head as if he were excited.

"Hey, you hear that? Did you hear that? This bitch is a piece of shit!"

"Oh, brother! This is driving me crazy! I have a chance, don't I?"

"Wait a minute, asshole."

The guard raises Beatrice's jaw. Tears welled up from her eyes, silent in shame. Such a poor appearance made the guard's greed more urgent.

"Hey."

At that moment, the silent Lord opens his mouth.

"Ouch, my king! You seem to be holding back, but it's the end of the line. But what can I do? You're in no position to tell me what to do! Just keep an eye on your man."

"No, that's not it…."

Lord was expressionless. Rather, he was putting a relaxing smile on his mouth.

"You've heard about my dirty privacy, right?"

"Hehehe! Now? I know. When you were king, you used to play so hard to get. Huh?"

"But you know what? I've never eaten with such a cute girl beside me. Do you know why?"

"…… huh?"

A light of magic flows into Lord's eyes. He then moves his mouth with a creepy smile. He did not give a voice and only spoke in the shape of his mouth.

And then a moment later, the guard's expression was startled and horrified.

"Hee hee hee hee hee!"

He throws Beatrice aside like he touched something terrible.

"Shi, fuck! Aaaah! Hey, lock the door! Aaaah! Fuck!"

The guard escapes the prison as if fleeing.

"Tongue, sir? What's wrong with you? Brother!"

After looking at Beatrice and her runaway boss in a daze, the mafia locks the prison door and follows behind him.

"……?"

Beatrice blinks with a blank expression. Only after they left did Lord Lord tremble in fury.

"Ugh, you bastards! I almost couldn't bear it. If you go out there, that bastard will be strangled myself!"

"…… Thank you for saving me, my lord."

Beatrice bows shyly and thankfully.

"... But what did you say?"

"Huh?"

Lord gives you a big look.

"Huh? Hmm, eh... Hmm. Vee, it's a secret. It's still four years before you know it!"

She tilts her head and raises a question mark in her eyes. But fortunately, I didn't dig any more. Lord sweeps his chest down.

*

Eve created documents in Congress to defend Lord with only the materials in the Executive Office. I wasn't sure what Martin was planning in the Parliament, but I still had hope.

Now each clan is watching Martin, but all of them risked their lives with Lord during the war against Aruges, and were close observers of his actions. With a majority of votes, it is possible. She thought so, and spent the night preparing the materials.

And the next morning, Martin came to the office.

"As promised, I sent a council summons to all the clans yesterday."

"Then, let's go to the conference room."

Sand Eve stands up at night and says,

"I don't think that's necessary, Preacher."

"…… Yes? What are you doing?"

Martin takes a letter from the man standing in the back and shows it to her.

- Speak to the Council. Congressional proclamation by Congressman Eve will be dismissed as fewer than a majority of the clans refuse to attend.

< Joining 2 of 24 clans. >

Eve, who reads the letter, falls to her knees.

"For the record, I didn't try anything. I put the paperwork and delivery in the hands of the committee."

"……."

Martin bites the cigar and says,

"This is the reality."

"…… What do you want to say?"

"Everything you've worked for, tried to impress the clans, all that cooperation, it's all meaningless. The world is but a principle of power."

Martin exhales slowly.

"Did you think you were close with them? But what's the outcome? This is the reality of the people you're trying to protect. They turn their backs on you as much as they want, unless it comes directly to them. That's the nature of the public. They hope to benefit, but avoid responsibility and are only interested in what they eat right now. The only way to deal with such people is not through harmony and cooperation, but through overwhelming power, fear, and control."

"…… Is that why you're expanding those ridiculous policies in the Terra Mine?"

"Look at the forest, priest, without looking at the trees. This is a country of losers and stragglers. I have a rotten, rotten slavery that has never been healthy in the first place. If we let this happen, this country will be destroyed. And I don't want that."

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"So I thought to myself, An optimal way to deal with these stragglers to escape their doom. And I took the liberty of using them to make money. You might think it's just a ghost saving up money to get bored, but I've never wasted any of it. It's all to buy this country."

"Live? I don't understand what you're talking about. This country is already ours!"

Martin just smiles at his mouth.

"I can't say any more. You're not my man yet."

"…… never, ever!" "

She screams with bloodshot eyes. Martin turns his back on the wall.

"The execution is tomorrow, and you will attend as one of the judges. Give it a try."

"……."

Martin raises his arm as he walks out of the office.

"Well, I'll see you at the execution tomorrow."