Dark Magician as a Hero

Unknown Moonlight, I just wish I knew you well. Even if it is called "Princess General" or two large names, there is only a small time when there is no surveillance of that man who is uncomfortable calling me by name, such as what I can do with my own will.

One thing I can do is write in my diary to pray for his thoughts, even though I don't know the name of the girl who broke into the imperial castle that day on a single ride and saved them. (Continued) It is a magical notebook (notebook) that cannot be read except by me, so it is good not to worry about being read on your own.

Now, it's been a long time since I've had time to calm down and write my diary, so where do I start? When I noticed it, it was a poem written in love with you on the moonlight, so let's start with recent events.

The roughness of that man here these days is terrible. More girls are being enslaved than ever before, and even young and unattended behavior is becoming violent.

He's starting to distance himself from the Great Hall of Falls, which was supposed to be his biggest ally now.

Our Reitemb Empire has the great temple of the military god Farth in the capital, and my father, the emperor, has been blessed, and his influence will not be spoken of.

Nevertheless, there is only a large proportion of people who believe preferentially. In rural areas, there are many people who believe in rich gods, and in fishing villages, there are many people who believe in sea gods equally, and for those who govern, God of Law cannot ignore it.

Only priests and people in profound professions believe in one pillar of God, and many pray for the protection of multiple gods. Priorities vary from individual to individual, but that is common, in short, if the scandal of the military god, the Temple of Falls, becomes more pronounced, it will be quick for people to disengage.

Specifically, the tyranny of that man, who until now had only been known to some to be a brave man because of his secrecy. Since the day the general soldier leaked information that he was supposed to be the earthly proxy of the military god, and saw his scandal, I have heard that the Great Hall of Falls has also been hard for believers to leave.

The great priest I met at Farth Temple when I became a knight was always a gentle smile, but the great priest I met the other day was so thin that I thought he was someone else, and then his scalp was fairly thin.

I don't want to admit it, but I can hardly imagine how much trouble that man has gathered in the Great Temple, just as he is a brave man blessed by the gods of Farth. Judging from the state of the Daikin officials, it may be time to endure the limits of faith alone.

Because I am a knight, I believe in the Falls God, but Falls the Army God, may I at least have mercy on the faithful. I can only pray.

But should I say I'm lucky in my misfortune? When he heard what he thought of you as the moonlight, he went on an expedition from the Imperial Capital, and those who had been enslaved, including me, were able to have a peaceful day.

He said he saw a boy who could follow the water snake dragon, but he couldn't even capture the skilled wizards of the Imperial Army. If he was as good at magic as you on the moonlight, he'd be far out of the country, but I don't want to point it out because he's no longer from the Empire.

Hmm, it's possible that a good empire general could find him like you. False information that is not true or true arrives in the Imperial Capital as it is every day, and because of the response, there are not enough manpower.

Something like seeing a cigarette smoke in a barley field is a fool to send a soldier every time false information comes in. I know it's not a big deal, but if the smoke is rising from the wheat fields (and I see signs of civil unrest), I'll have to fetch some water (and lead the soldiers) to see what's going on, so it won't be enough.

Moreover, the person who gave the false information quickly disappears, so the nature is bad. Currently, the Empire's upper echelons, including His Majesty's, are rebuilding a new network of contacts and ways to deal with unforeseen situations, but it will take some time.

I know the mastermind, Carl Caloring of the Kingdom of Marne. Even if they are enemies, it is at the beginning that factional strife is stirred up, as if they knew all about the Empire.

They circulate funds and information to those who are dissatisfied with the status quo, and move it as they please, or tailor unconscious informants who betray the court interior. No one can wage such a terrible information battle but him with his demonic arms.

You're not here, are you? Believe it to be like a demon king species (mutation) that occasionally appears in human history. If there are more than one of these, the Kingdom of Marne must be a monster's dump.

I had a terrible imagination coming down from my head, and at the same time as I finished writing the diary, I was knocked into the room, so when I was allowed to enter, my maid, Katua, who was asking for everything, came in.

"Excuse me, Princess, but I have received a report from someone in your hand."

"Thank you, K'Chua. I know you do, but if he comes back to the Imperial Capital, don't go into this outhouse.

"I know. It's dangerous for me to be married just to avoid the recent roughness."

Since he is still on expedition and has no eyes on surveillance, I was able to use my authority to investigate the Kingdom of the Marne, especially the Calorin Border. Specialist agents can't move, so we'll just hire an adventurer to send us some information.

Receive the report... and... For a moment I suspected that I had seen too much of my desire, but the picture that appeared to be sold normally in the city of Caloring shows you in the moonlight.

"Hero... Tria the Goddess of Law, Chris Astria..."

"Your Majesty is in charge of information control and is not known to the public so far. But it's only a matter of time before the whole Empire gets to know more than that."

I noticed that the voice of Kathua was slightly feverish, so I remembered that her father was a judge and enthusiastic triathlete.

As she proceeded to read the report, she found a portrait of the girl who had been seized at that time, Princess Archina, showing her wedding with him. Another, Crater's second princess, Princess Roufey, was also married.

For a moment, the future politics and military disadvantages were overwhelming, but I realized that I couldn't say anything and switched. If the information is correct, we escaped safely and then ceremonied without putting aside. It is time for the moonlight to rejoice in the safety of Lord Astrier.