Civilization Game

"Oh, you're going, too?"

"Oh, I have to go. You said you were the king's in-laws."

"I wonder what will happen to this country..."

A vast procession of crowds line the plaza.

A large square on the outskirts of the Underhaim. Although it was primarily used as a place of execution, Abyss itself was rarely a place of public execution. But today it was crowded with people.

In the center of the square was a square steel, made of white tiles, with a large guillotine in the middle that was overwhelmed by the viewer.

And with a four-pronged structure leading to this execution stage, spectators were herded in between.

On the high platform at the very edge were five judges, including Eve.

'…… Is this how it's going to end?'

Eve has not been able to sleep until today.

Three out of five judges must oppose to prevent Lord's execution. But other than Eve, the other four were the elders of Abyss. Basically, they were more mafia-friendly than royalty. Eve tries not to think ill thoughts, but denial is a monster that gnaws at people's weaknesses. As time went by, I grew restless.

And a little further from the judges, there were seats for the 24 clans representing Abyss. Unlike at the convention of the Parliament, everyone attended.

Unibell was also there waiting with an interesting expression.

"Sinners will enter."

Duckling! A huge door opens that connects to the cave. Through the door, Rod walked out, wearing a restraint on his arm. In his presence, the square grows louder. Rod strides forward with a thick expression.

'…… Your Majesty.'

That's when Lord and Eve met. Lord winks at you with a smile of relief.

Eve's expression almost brought tears to her eyes because of her emotions. But I barely pressed it down before it exploded. He sat down as the judge. I couldn't express my personal feelings.

Beatrice walks out of the road handcuffed. She was also subject to Purge, but soon after, the mafia knelt in the middle of the street. Rodman is able to get out to the centre with a guillotine.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

And waiting in the guillotine, like a dead man, holding on like a dead man. It was Martin.

The position had changed greatly after the second meeting. Rod faced him as a sinner wearing old clothes and restraints on his arms.

"It's been a long time, Uncle."

Lord greets you with a smile. However, the hardship was well exposed when the eyes couldn't be hidden with a smile.

"You look good. Your Majesty."

"It's all because of your concern."

The two of them exchanged greetings and looked at the judges.

"From now on, I would like to commence the trial of the current King of Abyss, Lord Polentia."

An old man sitting in the middle of the court said.

After the court proceedings, such as putting on the loudspeaker beads, the old judge loudly said.

"Of course, Father Martin! Speak."

Martin nods and looks around the crowd.

"I think a lot of people are confused about what's happening right now."

His voice widens and resonates in the square.

"As soon as I returned to the Underheim, I arrested the king urgently, and a few days later, I am holding a trial here. Firstly, state that there was a reason for all of my actions. Originally, it was rare for Abyss to hold a public trial, but sinners are now kingdoms of one country, and the seriousness of the situation is also large, so we would like to borrow this format and tell everyone the truth."

He picks up his backpack and starts talking slowly.

"When I was stationed at the Drug Farm to prevent the invasion of Opectus, a strange man, unknown to me, was discovered by soldiers. The soldiers summon him because he may be an officer of Opectus, but as soon as he sees the armed soldiers, he turns his back and flees. After a fierce chase, he was killed by an arrow shot by one of our soldiers. What the hell made him run away……."

Martin turns his head to look at Rod.

"… Do you know?"

"I have no idea."

Martin smiles lightly, as if to say so.

"That's odd. His identity..."

Martin claps his fingers, and a mob pulls a sack of sacks over his shoulder. He unseals the opening and spills out the contents.

It was a person.

A rotten piece of meat, once a man, to be exact.

"This man was a Royal Informant. Your Majesty."

"Me, intelligence?"

There was chatter from the crowd everywhere.

'…… hmm.'

Rod frowns. We haven't been able to get a complete ID yet, but the uniform you're wearing was the work of an intelligence officer. And there's very little chance that Martin could have made a sloppy stunt, given that he didn't ruin his face.

Martin turns his back and looks at the audience.

"And the letter he had was shocking."

Martin reaches out to the judges and takes the letter out of his arms.

"Will you read it to me? Fellowship."

And he handed it to Eve from five judges.

She stares at Martin ferociously. What kind of trick is this? But because all the spectators were waiting for her, she received countless letters. And I slowly read the contents down.

- Dear King of the Abyss, Lord Polentia.

Your doctor has been well informed.

And your determination as a king is also highly appreciated.

As we discussed earlier, everything needs to be done quickly. Once our forces reach the Underhaim, open the gates and disarm the troops. We'll take care of the rest.

Of course, as promised, we also have a clear reward to return to you.

I have no doubt that this great decision of yours will be highly regarded in future generations.

Anyway, I'll see you at the Underhaim.

- From Arc the Round, King of Casar.

As soon as I read the last caller, Eve's voice trembles. The King of Caesar was involved!

"And the High Septon."

Martin smiles maliciously.

"If you've read so many international letters, you should know. Is it true that the seal at the bottom of the letter belonged to King Casar?"

"……."

Eve bites her lips bloody. It was too accurate to deny. This seal belonged to the royal family of Caesar, who could hardly stoop to it. She lowers her head and vomits blood.

"… That's right."

Speechless

The voices of the crowd suddenly grew louder. The judges were also talking to each other in surprised expressions. Only Eveman's head is bent and stiffened like a statue.

"Here, Your Majesty."

Martin looks at Lord.

"I have clear evidence. This man here, who tried to flee from the soldiers, your informant, and the letter in his arms, clearly states your name, and it even bears the seal of King Casar."

"……."

Lord is silent.

Martin turns his back to all the spectators watching him.

"I will conclude. The current king, Rod Polentia, tried to sell the country through a bronze deal with the king of Casar. It is no wonder he was desperate in the war against Arogetsu. It was all about making a deal with Casar. We learned about this and had to stay in Drug Farm to fend off Casar in the north. And once the situation is resolved, we return to the Underheim and arrest the king urgently. That's the end of the case."

At the end of Martin's words, a huge aura erupts from the square.

The noise in the crowd makes me deaf. He's already saying, "Traitor! 'There were voices pouring out. If they had prepared rotten fruits and impurities that were unfamiliar with the executioner's culture, they would have thrown them away.

The old judge calmed the crowd down and said,

"Then you can argue with me."

"… Thank you."

Lord bows his head and looks at Martin. It was a relaxed expression, and if you want to oppose it, try it.

Obviously, the atmosphere completely shifted to Martin. Even Eve admitted that she brought perfect evidence for everyone to see.

'Phew.'

The rod breathes lightly due to the tingling tension that flows through the body. A tall wall, called Martin, stands in front of you. Evidence has been presented, and the crowd is outraged.

And you put yourself in the shoes of a sinner whose arms were bound. There is no principle of assuming lawlessness in Abyss. In the beginning, the place of trial just before this execution was a nominal interrogation procedure, just before killing a sinner.

'Good talk, Martin. There's plenty of reason. There's strong evidence. It's definitely too much to take over the royal palace.'

But the more she got stuck, the more she felt the blood boiling. His brain and heart were spinning more ferociously, rejoicing in the current peril.

After slowly clearing your mind, Lord opens his mouth.

"I listened to your uncle. It's a well-constructed scenario. But there's one part of the story that doesn't make sense."

"… what is it?"

"The invasion of Aruges."

Martin's eyebrows twitch.

"…… some kind of foreign invasion?"

"No, there are causes and consequences to everything. When Baryan, the general of Aruges and I, first faced each other on the battlefield, he said, 'I've heard that there are few troops, but I commend that they have their own defenses. Honestly, I didn't expect you to be able to resist like this.' That is, Bayan was already aware of our military situation. You've heard the stories of many soldiers who participated in that battle."

"…… What do you want to say?"

Rod breathes lightly and speaks.

"Someone leaked information. Their total force was not so many as 2,500. If the Drug Farm troops came down and surrounded them from front to back, they would be in trouble. But from the beginning, they didn't even think about your army as a force. just as I was sure he wouldn't come down."

"Phew! So I leaked information to Aruges?"

"That's not it."

Lord says with a glimmer of his eye.

"I know the fools who will attack only by trusting my uncle's words. So this is what happened. I didn't work with Caesar, you worked with Caesar."

"…… what?"

The crowd began to rumble. Martin and Lord's statement was completely divided.

'... Thank goodness.'

The spectators questioning the facts was a good sign for Lord. In Abys' court, where the legal system was not clearly organized, it was more important to create an atmosphere for the majority of the audience. Judges also make judgments based on their own authority to consider relationships and validity, rather than judgments of law. As long as they are human, they cannot be free to crowd psychology.

'Who gets more crowd support, this is a political game in the guise of trial.'

Lord looks at Martin. A sword battle on stage at the execution site. This may be Martin's territory, but the game was Lord's territory.

"Your uncle must have had a long relationship with Casar. And then, when my uncle was stationed at the Drug Farm, you were nervous, and you contacted Arc to discuss the situation ahead, and you came up with a plan. which is to attract the Arogenes."

Martin laughs.

"What nonsense. How did Casar get Aruges involved?" "

"It's still a situation, but if you think Casar and Aruges are in an informal alliance, then you're right. Casar's king used that information to lure me to Jamuka, the chancellor who once drank water, Jamuka was able to dispatch troops to the Underhaim because he trusted the Alliance King's information, not your information."

Above all, it was a country that should have benefited in the early days, and it would have been a very sweet offer for Jamuka, who was starting to get up after the Lord's revelation. There is no reason not to attack only 500 regular troops in the capital.

Martin disagrees with the impression.

"This is ridiculous! What advantage did Casar have in informing Aruguese? If he knew such information, it would have been better for Casar to invade!"

Lord lifts his finger.

"First, Casar can't move his troops because he's hostile with Glacieon to the north. Second, there are benefits to Casar. It also benefits your uncle, who is an ally and informant."

"…… What is it?"

"Caesar and Uncle Martin were going to wait for our troops and Aruges' troops to be depleted, then engage and attack them both. The crown, the guards, the clans would have all been cut off in one fell swoop and taken over the country completely. Of course, Casar, who has a close relationship with his uncle, also benefits from the mass. But when I stopped the war, the plot was blocked."

It was apparent that Martin was preparing to set sail in the Drug Farm, and Lord used the spy to record the sights as Memorial Crystal Balls to negotiate with Bayan.

Lord pauses, clears his throat, and then says,

"Now, to get to the point, I'm going to dispute what my uncle gave me. That dead guy over there is my CI. But I didn't send you here to exchange letters with Caesar! I sent this man to ask my uncle for help when Aruges came in."

I turned him upside down and used him in a ruse that was completely unexpected.

"But he remained silent to my request for help, and there was a war, and it was only by our power that we ended it. My uncle would be embarrassed. So we made a new plan with the arc. which is to ask Arc to write a letter with my name on it, to kill an intelligence agent that I had back-flow before, and then deceive me as if I had the letter in my arms."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Martin laughs out loud.

Not a bit surprised. I felt a relaxed confidence in his smile. He was still aware that he was ahead of the game.

"Amazing, Your Majesty. And I acknowledge the fascination of telling such a story in such a short time. But there is no evidence to support your imagination. A letter stamped with King Casar's seal. Is there any more solid evidence than this?"

Lord scratches his head.

"With hard evidence, it's okay to jump to any other doubts. Well, good. But I must point out, Are you sure you've never had a relationship with Caesar's royal side?"

"That's right."

Martin frowns as if to ask you something like that, but Lord rebounds.

"For any other reason, have you ever come in contact with Kasar, indeed?"

Rod smiles strangely as he asks. Martin frowns unpleasantly.

"I swear, nothing."

Lord turns his head toward the crowd and nods once. A man in a black robe jumps out of the crowd. The mafia boy who was guarding the stronghold flinched and tried to stop him.

"Let me come this way. This is my witness."

Lord says so, and casts his gaze toward the judges. When the judge told him to do it, the mafia made way for him. The robed man slowly approaches, placing the crystal ball on the ground.

'…… Memorial Modifier?'

Martin's impression distorted.

Whoo-hoo!

As the man activated the crystal ball, light flowed from his body and sprayed like a hologram. The quality of the video made of light was poor, but it was large enough for the surrounding audience to see it. The crystal sphere was jittery and video was output.

I'll send you a letter.

- Yes, sir.

'…… that video!'

Martin's eyes are wide open. The man compared to the video was none other than Martin himself.

- Anything else?

I ran into an outsider on my way up here. Surprisingly... He looks like someone from Casar with an accent or a pattern of clothes, but if you don't mind, we'd like to talk to him and make a deal...

- You saw what you shouldn't have seen.

Martin in the video suddenly woke up with a fierce expression.

And the protagonist's point of view changed to looking up at Martin. I felt like I was sitting on the floor.

- Big, big, godfather!

- Curiosity prompts command, boy.

Martin's big finger slowly approaches everyone watching the video. And...

Phew!

The crowd sounds frightened. As the video turned red, the sound of the man's tearing screams rang out.

In a static state, for a while, "Chuckle! 'Only a groaning and agonizing groan rang out.

- He deserves to be killed, but he's a crucial guest, so he'll save his life.

- Khh! Khh! Well, well, thank you for your mercy! The Godfather!

The video was only streaming sound because it was a red screen.

- Forget everything you saw. If you speak by any means....

In everyone's silence, Martin's low, creepy voice echoes slowly.

- You will not die gently.

Whoo-hoo!

Finally, the video ended.

"……."

Cold silence wrapped around the square.

The spectators were unable to come out of the shock of seeing an unbelievable scene. He breathes his last, and as if he had promised, he remained silent.

'... Never mind.'

Rod was able to read a variety of emotions from the faces of the audience.

Especially when Martin dug his eyes out, he would have caused horror and fear over Martin, which everyone in Abyss has.

But the silence of one of these spectators, like a stem-drawing line, was gradually sublimating those feelings into a subtle rage.

"You can't say that's not your uncle, can you?"

Lord said with a smile of contrition. Even Martin, who rarely fully expresses his emotions, now opened his eyes in a panic.

"As you can see, my uncle tried to silence the man who saw Casar's men. Even…."

Lord frowns, his voice rattling.

"until I plucked out his eyes."

"……"

Deep silence followed. There was no sound of words, but Lord could tell that many emotions were crossing in the air.

It's time. It's time to light the bomb's fuselage.

"Why did Uncle Martin have to hide it like that? Of course it does, because we're working with Casar. I summoned Aruges, refused our hand to ask for help, and asked the king of Caesar to write a letter with a seal to frame me. He sacrificed the life of an innocent agent who went to him for help and the eyes of a young man. If you say your uncle and Casar are connected, everything fits. Then let me ask you, uncle. And you guys!"

Everyone's gaze in the square is gathered. I didn't hear a word. He felt a perfect touch and said as if the Lord was vomiting out of breath.

"Which country did you sell your country to?"

"----oh!"

Like a boiling volcano rising up into the sky, the screams of an explosive crowd erupted.

"You're out of your mind!"

"Just open your mouth and you're lying! Martin!"

"He must think of us as livestock!"

"Kill him!"

With his face wide open, the crowd cries out as he wears his accent. To Martin, who had been the absolute ruler of Abyss for decades, they were resisting.

And what makes this possible is this stage.

One man's complaint and voice was so weak that he was trampled on by the gangsters, but the stage was different.

Everyone here had the same place, the same sympathy, one voice. When they got together and became unconscious of the fear of Martin, the crowd vomited out all the excitement and anger they had buried behind them.

'…… what the hell is going on?'

Despite all the shouting and abusive talk, Martin calmly recalled the situation in the video.

A surprise visitor during a conversation with Arc from the castle in Drug Farm to a communications crystal. They must have already gone through a thorough physical examination of their subordinates, so they couldn't have had something as big as a memory fertilizer in their arms.

I couldn't think of any way Lord could have gotten that footage. However, the guest stated his affiliation as follows:

'Blackjack.'

Martin's eyes widen. His gaze rests on the clan seat.

'…… No way!'

Unibell was already staring at him. With a gentle smile on his face.

"Sorry, mister."

Her mouth shoots open.

"I've decided to bet on a new possibility."

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Hard Quantity! The following describes the Road and Unibell's strategy:

For the past three moments, think of Rod as a growth pains to take back the throne from Martin's puppet!

It's not just hard work that keeps feeding sweet potatoes!

Your criticism will be appreciated, but please refrain from profanity or unfounded unilateral criticism.

(The protagonist is put in jail for a while on the holidays and then he eats a lot of insults; shh; the menthol is getting ragged.)

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lineata/Thanks for your hard work! That's actually the right question. I'm going to write a scene later explaining the overall situation.

ginsen/Thank you for your consideration. I'm writing the ending of the episode, so rest assured...

I know I'm playing the character, but it's not that hard.

Helcrab; sh; thank you for noticing --!

Blato/that part is likely to be mentioned next.

- Bye. - Bye.

Man's life/I never thought I'd be so insulted by just three slices of sweet potatoes; I'm sorry I didn't make it. We're running low on save...

LGB/So again, we've created a situation where you can see the answer. I'll finish the unexplained part, so trust me.

ppk12/c, thank God. I wish I could have been a secret guard......