Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Lesson 68: Unexpected Enemies

Istilia Castle.

The royal palace was as noisy as a hive.

Civilian warlord, not so much up or down the throne.

The heavy ministers rubbed off their responsibilities, the guards left their premises, and the home affairs officers and others ran away confused by their youngest daughters.

At the time of this exile crisis, there was no one who could take the helm.

It is the job of the upper echelons to guide the country if it were meant to be, but it is not functioning at all now.

"My consul, you burned them. Take responsibility for that!

"Are you willing to push me on my own? Didn't you decide unanimously to stop the war?

"Give me something I should have just declared war pale. Why did they lay the words down so stubbornly?

"Well, that's the air of the field!

"In the first place, Plenicia, what is Grania doing! What was she supposed to attack in the three countries!

The battle ratio with the enemy is that the basic strategy is what is the best process towards harmony.

None of those constructive remarks.

Who's bad? He's bad, is help coming or not?

We fought in vain, and all the backwards words just flew.

"Hey, what am I supposed to do?

The extreme is this man, the present king, the man.

This is the case of a magnificent figure who counted 40 years old.

Istilia, who was permanently and peacefully spoiled under the umbrella of Grannia, but the king's nominee was better than his ex, failing even to raise him.

That was also, in other words, the bad luck of all the people.

"Your Majesty, I didn't know it would disturb your heart. Forgive me for my minister's immorality."

"Fine, that's right. So, what do we do?

"May I ask you a question about all the barbarians?

"Anything else? The West's attacking us, isn't it? We can't beat each other."

The crowd welcomed the king's words with surprise.

The right minister, who answered directly in particular, would look stunned.

Because in their hearts, they despised the foolish king they see in history.

- He must have been a king with only eyes for pleasure.

Has the blood that has been passed down from generation to generation awakened before the national disaster?

Even if his appearance remained the same, only his eyes were different until yesterday.

But it was too late.

Even with doom at present, the means that can be taken are known.

"Harmony...... no, there is only a way to surrender"

"Yes, but you have no choice. Ready, consul... then? Minister right, I'll leave you to it."

"Accepted!

The right minister returned a feverish response.

And a tear transmits to the lowered face.

- Your Majesty was the man from here on out!

If so, I want you to continue to reign as an exchanger.

I want to see you act like a wise king, overshadowing words whispered to you as a fool king.

The right minister shook his shoulder and hoped so strongly.

But the situation in Istilia is extremely bad.

We declared war unilaterally, we lost a great deal in the war, and the remaining soldiers can't fight properly either.

There's not even a connection that you can make it convenient.

It was clear to everyone that the collapse of the country would no longer be avoided.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Since then we have remained just to see how Istilia was doing.

They'd rather wait for the other guy to get out than attack him poorly.

Because if you hunt him down too much, he'll have a painful counterattack... I guess.

He said a rat bites a cat or something, but that's what I mean.

Day three noon surrounding the castle.

Suddenly the front line became noisier.

As we headed that way, the reaction of the soldiers earlier also nodded.

Because a few people on horseback emerged from the castle gate.

The first person to open his mouth when he saw it was Uncle Chris.

"Well, I guess King Istilia has a consul and a minister behind him."

"Is the king in the middle? Next door is my uncle I met before."

"You're that fucking dad, aren't you? You're the one who slammed the lady."

"Theresia. Please, don't make a scene"

"King Istilia. Hey, hey, I heard he's a stupid king... you're not a bad decision-maker"

When it comes to the king of Istilia, the impression of a lack of grasp.

The consul's uncle has the look of a mass of resentment.

Other people with grand chests, people with bright blue faces, people who haven't looked forward while leaning down.

To sum it up in one word with the King, their behavior was too diverse.

The group comes solemnly.

When you come near us, you get off the horse, then you take a few steps and stop.

And the leading man opened his mouth.

"Excuse me. I am the king of Istilia. Is this king here?

"Yes, it's me though"

"We are here to surrender. Can't you accept that?

I had predictions, but I was a little frightened by the sudden surrender statement.

It's as easy as inviting me to tea.

I can't tell if it's a good thing to accept easily.

Uncle Chris came forward as I circled my gaze to ask for help around.

"Your Majesty, my name is Chris, the consul. You're not lying to me, are you?

"Of course. We can't fight anymore. Then you should go down while the sacrifice is low."

"... although they originally send messengers to each other and come to an agreement after rubbing the contents together. Your Majesty seems to be a tyrannical man."

"I'm sorry. I made you do this. Think there's something more important than proceeding as usual."

"Is it important? Can I ask you something?

"Timing… I guess"

Ho, what a voice I heard.

Someone was impressed, though I don't know.

"Fine post-war processing will be an immediate challenge…"

"I know. That's what our consul did, isn't it? I hear you rummaged all you want."

The words made the surroundings noisy.

Because our soldiers have begun to dew their anger.

"Is it Temehe who cursed the queen, or are you ready to die, Van?!

"Hang him! Kill him and hang him! Drag your intestines out and expose them!

"Oh, he who blasphemes Ali. Huh.

Don't let him live. No!

"I can't let it go, Temehe and the others! Shut up!"

Mr. Arden's drink quieted the place down.

Still, it doesn't go as far as that anger, and everyone stares at one silently.

It was a resentful gaze, like cursing to death just with your eyes.

Keep it up, this uncle could be killed.

To be honest, I don't have any good feelings for this guy either.

If they still ask me if I've done enough to take my life, I feel different.

Then I didn't come up with a name for what to do.

Uncle Chris used to pound his ears when his thoughts strayed.

"Dear Sylvia, I'll take care of that guy."

"I left it to you, what am I supposed to do?

"Whatever from my mouth. If it wasn't for your judgment, the soldiers wouldn't be convinced"

"I say so, but come on..."

I wonder what's wrong.

Anyway, we have to decide what looks like punishment, right?

I'd like to avoid terrible things if I could.

... Yeah, how about this?

I spoke to Theresia to implement the flashing proposal.

"Hey, can I get you some paper?

"I don't mind that, sus, but is anything good?

"Eh, I want something like this"

In order to explain, he immediately made the paper as he hoped.

When I took it with me, I moved on to Istilia's group.

That alone adds to the tension around me.

"Uh, Consul. I'll leave this with you."

"Ugh, um. This looks like a table…"

"Please help people in need all over the continent. And if you can get someone to thank you, get your signature. Except for the human race, only the subhuman or the beast."

"There seems to be about a hundred mass eyes."

"That's right. So you're going to try at least a hundred times. Do an investigation on the results, so you never write bullshit"

"... accepted"

I don't think it's a bad idea.

He also has a strong sense of discrimination, so maybe he can correct this to a cut.

At least we should have a better understanding of other races.

By the way, the magic processing of Teresia prevented it from tearing easily and from being wronged.

Record even the subtle magic of the filler, so even if one person wrote it more than once, I can grasp this one.

For example, even if this uncle writes a hundred things while changing his handwriting, it's a quick way to find out.

"Guys, listen up! Now I have a grudge! That's good, right?

"Ha ha!"

"As you say."

I was able to finish the conversation without any particular objection.

If they disagreed greatly, what anxiety, but that seemed like a concern.

That concludes the story of the day.

They also decide on the details in the presence of Mr. Arnault or something.

So there was no longer any reason for us to stay longer either, and we returned home.

Not in a hurry, at a speed that fits the infantry.

"Hey, I'm tired of this expedition, sss."

"Theresia is, isn't she? It's hardly like I made up my own mind."

"Um, it's weird while I'm at it. Tell me you can't explain yourself that day."

"You don't understand. I don't think anyone understands."

Unlike going, the return was a non-billed one.

Hua blooms in nature and public discourse.

Not just us, but everyone else as well.

Even Mr. Arden has long chatted with his Uncle Chris opponent.

I mean, they were all relaxed.

That's why everyone was delayed in responding to the sudden attack.