Demon Lord, Retry!

The capital of the Empire of Light, the Imperial Capital.

In its centre stands the Great Temple of the Imperial Capital, a great sanctuary.

Now, in its Imperial Capital Grand Temple, the party celebrating and celebrating the birth of the Saint Brave had already celebrated its seventh day.

On the final day of the celebration, the venue is lined with expensive wines at all costs, with luxurious meat dishes and abundant seafood entertaining the tongues of the visitors.

Even in a sip with the visitors, the contents vary.

Some guests have been invited, many associates of various guilds, diplomats visiting from various countries and other unafraid beings.

Many are famous family members who are essentially moving the people and gold of the Empire, as well as temple officials culminating in the Archbishop.

While depositing his body on the Holy Throne, which overlooks all of the venue, the Pope was not alarmed to hear the expression of the visitors. Diplomats and others visiting from various countries are astonished by the splendour of the venues prepared by the Empire, and some are rounding their eyes.

"Holiness, everything is going well"

"It's like it's not enough."

"... anything, even if you're dissatisfied?

"Behold Daedalus and Gorgon, the men of both chambers of commerce. Only gold has been given to us, but the messengers are low-ranking people who have no right to make any decisions."

Speaking of the leading chambers of commerce on the continent, it is Daedalus in the west and Gorgon in the east.

The Empire has long asked both chambers of commerce to reduce the price of goods, to review transport costs and to stop arming hostile states.

But as far as the ambassador's face is concerned, he's not going to hold a proper consultation this time either. Originally, there are many people with stomachs with merchants, but these two chambers of commerce had a reopened attitude and were people of worse nature than poor hostile states.

"And because of the shortening of it by three days, the planned event must have gone a lot crazy too"

"That is, the intention of the Holy Valor..."

"The man is too bound by a few things. It's like you don't know anything about politics. Look at all the little things in front of me. I don't see the big picture at all."

Originally, this celebration was to take place over a period of 10 days, and various schedules were arranged accordingly, but it was to be shortened crying by the strong opposition of the Saint Brave.

Regardless, we are thinking of the enormous costs to be spent on this brilliant celebration.

According to the Holy Brave, if there was money to turn to a party like this, there was a desire to strike some sort of countermeasure against the poor.

"Temple Chief, remember what that man said the first time?

"Ha, just one day is enough, and..."

"It's ridiculous. How do we gather them in a day when there are many visitors from different countries? I hear that man can't even float around the time it takes to get around."

"Especially..."

The Pope's stupidity does not stop when he thinks that the sunny stage has been crushed. Skilled temple chiefs also drooped their heads in the afterlife, turning them into even hammer-beating creatures.

"First, think about it. The difference between the money you turn to the poor in your country and the money you spend on the events that show the power to your nations. No matter how much money you sprinkle on the poor, it becomes cheap rice, it fits in your stomach, and it just becomes excrement. No matter how much you fill the bellies of the poor, if you are invaded by a peripheral state, it means nothing"

"… as the Holy One says."

"How beneficial, then, is it to show our prestige to the neighbouring countries, whether it costs them for a while or not, and let them settle their spears without fighting? This is how living money is spent. That's where he says he doesn't know the big picture."

"That's exactly the golden word. I want to convey what you have said to my children."

Deeply bowing his head to the Pope, the temple chief strikes the gavel in the face. They are very serious, but from the side of the eye, they are also like a cont.

In fact, the Pope's idea also makes sense, and if we are to think about the operation of a huge state, we will not be able to say that all of the Saint Brave are right.

In short, the nature of these two is water and oil wherever they go.

Later, a demon king would enter between the two to sew the gap, decisively tearing the relationship apart.

"So, those guys... how do you know the three troublemakers?

With his fingers slapping the elbow of the Holy Throne, the Pope says with a smile on his face.

It was also an abomination to speak of.

"We have sent them to the front line, as the Sacred Fathers say, but now they seem to be surrounded by boredom because countries are also taking a static stance"

"Keep away from that man for the time being. It can be a hassle."

"Ha!"

What comes to mind in the Pope are the white triplets and the hand-worked knights feared from the nations.

The accomplishments they have cited on the battlefield are tremendous and there is a great deal of trust from the soldiers. So strong, so much so that the name resonates with the heads of famous households across identity differences.

But they are aligned and anti-bone strong.

It was also common to oppose outright foreign policy, which was close to intimidation and intimidation promoted by the Pope, as well as a policy that prioritized the thoughts of famous families.

Though not as extreme as the Holy Brave, they will not take the status quo as it is either.

While those three were knights who echoed the nations, they may have realized on numerous battlefields that it was impossible to solve everything by force.

"Chicken ribs."

"... Your Holiness?

"Never mind."

It's like those three knights are chicken ribs, the Pope tells himself.

I can take the dashi, but I don't have much meat to eat.

The thought of screwing you on the front lines first - and the pope's heart shakes in the odd narrow that if you're killed in war, that's trouble.

"Well, good. So, the guy hasn't taken away his original residence yet?

"Apparently, it is"

"I told that man to live here?

"He was such a stubborn man... that, as soon as this celebration was over, he wanted to go back to his original residence"

"Not at all, what are you thinking... being chosen for the Holy Clothes Box will also make you drunk on the incomprehensible sense of justice"

Five great temples have been established in the Imperial capital.

At the center is the Grand Temple of the Imperial Capital, which honors the Light, and the Great Temple of Fire, Water, Wind, and Soil is built to protect it from the east, west, and north.

It is the difference between heaven and earth, such as the splash of a gap wind and life in the Grand Temple of the Imperial Capital.

If he were the other person, he would move in without getting lost for a second. Because beautiful ladies take care of everything from eating to bathing here.

"Chief Temple... gather about 100 glamorous women. Don't give that man time to think about not going down."

"That's a good idea. Become a man who can't bone and tie his shoelaces."

"Ha ha, that's a man too. Immerse yourself in the water bath every night with the beautiful ladies, and flush your thoughts with the dirt."

When they were having that conversation...

The Saint Brave was secluded in a corner of the venue with a melancholy look on his face.

(What a gorgeous, wasted space............)

If you are a regular person, you will be gorgeous and intoxicated by expensive wines in brilliant spaces. No, it could have been unnecessary, such as wine.

Because it has jumped from the nameless poor to the legendary being of the saintly brave.

Even without alcohol, he would be intoxicated that his identity had changed overnight.

Glory and glory, and wine, and gastronomy, and beauty, and honour, and fame, and wealth, I think of anything, but I think. If there is a man who cannot float in this, all I can say is that he is an abnormal man.

But - it was the “unusual man” who was this man.

Though slightly exhausted by the party of the day, its mind is clear everywhere, and the figure carrying a huge box is also like an unspeakable sculpture.

"Whoa, whoa, you stink around here. Aren't there monkeys in the venue?

Frey, accompanied by a formidable surrounding, speaks to such a holy brave man.

Even today, he was wearing a gorgeous dress based on red, blinding people.

He wasn't chosen as a sacred suitcase, so he's been wild in the mansion the last few days, but he's finally come out on the surface.

"It smells unworthy of a venue where the noble gather. Somebody sprinkle the perfume. My beautiful nose is going to bend."

She picks her nose deliberately and laughs a lot around Frey waving her hand.

The famous family in the famous house, Frey, the tracing son of the Luxembourg family, behaves complacently in whatever place it may be.

Also, there is no such thing as someone who can stop it.

His mentality is that of a toddler, and he has smashed it with the power of the house whenever he doesn't care.

Even from the Pope, who unifies the Empire, it is a complete swelling treatment against him. It was as if it were a walking gunpowder bank, and the outfit was the red it deserved.

The surrounding men begin to curse the Saint Brave, as they do to Frey.

"There seems to be a monkey who mistakes himself for a man."

"I don't want to offend Master Frey, you bastard."

"How about you just slash it away and turn it off for the smell?

"No, no, it's blasphemy to the" light "that pollutes the Great Temple with monkey blood, etc."

The inner roundabout began suddenly, and the venue shrugged.

The imperial ones were expressions such as "again," but the diplomats of the nations do not, sending a sharp gaze at this commotion.

It was a moment of glimpse of one breakthrough among the threats of the birth of the Saint Brave.

The Empire is not a single rock, either.

It could ruin the corner stage, and the Pope stood up in a hurry, but the Saint Brave acted quicker.

"We are aware of the fact that you are disproportionate. I will now withdraw from my seat to avoid offending the visitors -"

He bows like a deep, picturesque bow, and the holy valor walks away without sound.

For a moment, Frey looked like he had been taken aback, but eventually he slapped his knee like he had won and laughed heavily.

"Oh, that's the Holy Warrior, huh? I can't believe you're a poor man with no blood muscles or anything, and on top of that, no shards of courage! You guys are hilarious!

"Absolutely! That box must still be broken."

"There's no other way to carry that box than Master Frey."

"Wait, wait, that box isn't the only one that Master Frey carries. The country itself."

"Whoa, this was a silence!

Frey and surroundings were laughing heavily, and the pope was one, blue-faced.

Instead of showing the power to the nations, it is not overwhelming because the allies curse the holy brave men and denigrate their glowing authority.

Not knowing the big picture, would have been a word to say to him, not a holy brave man.

To summon Frey, the Pope rushed to run soldiers inside the venue. There is one man watching such a doozy play with a reminder eye.

(Whether you are involved or involved, you are equally foolish......)

To his nostalgia, he is a cleric who snuck an expensive trans.

He used this fancy celebration and made one deal after another.

They stomped that it was less likely to be exposed to dignified interactions in public than to hide in the shadows and trade there.

The thought struck brilliantly.

Who knows where the Trans deal is taking place at a party celebrating the birth of the Sacred Brave?

Everyone could say that he floated and acted in vain in drunkenness.

The cleric also achieved great results this time, praying to his beloved "Goddess of Destiny”. I was able to connect with a lot of big people who could call me "Taiko.”

(Dear Moira... Thank you for your “petition”!

The cleric does not think, and screams in his heart.

Originally, trans is difficult to obtain in large quantities, regardless of small quantities. In that regard, the clergy is directly connected to the Daedalus Chamber of Commerce, whose supply is infinitely equal.

Also, trans used as a medicine is of poor quality, so customers do not eat it, but the products handled by the Daedalus Chamber of Commerce are of very high quality.

Once you know that, you will no longer be able to return to other crude trans, etc.

(I am the man who deserves to be next to the Holy See...)

He glances at the altar, and the clergyman glances at him.

If we intend to line up next to His Holiness the Pope, we must rush up to the higher office, the chief clergyman, and aim for the higher high clergy.

If you run up to the “Temple Chief” on top of it, you can connect directly with the Pope.

(Not a holy brave man, not a famous boy, the goddess blesses me only......!

The cleric smiled darkly, seeking those in noble positions who were usually unable to deal with him, and took every step like a corpse (zombie).