Din no Monshou (WN)

Zanakov's rebellion, an executive of the pro-Imperial faction.

The pro-Imperialists dispute what they didn't expect.

Among them, it was Avalo who rose sharply before anyone else.

"Hey, what have you... distracted me, Lord Zanakov!

Avalo raves his voice against Zanakov, who sits across the zepil.

But Zanakov doesn't go through with it.

All this, I didn't even seem to assume Zepil.

He turns his eyes on Zanakov, who is only a shooter.

"Xanakov, you know the customs of the empire, don't you?

"Whatever."

Xanakov to answer instantly.

If you take it from him, the betrayal to the pro-Imperialist concludes at the end of his misery.

I can't go back now.

Therefore, he even showed a reopened attitude.

In contrast to him, Zepil questions him with a voice that echoes from the bottom of the earth.

"Then why did it extend to this outrage?

"You're right. Against his country, there will be no back shield.

Let's make our sales channels bitter too. "

In response to Zepil's assertion, Zanakov shows a certain understanding.

But in the following words, he made it clear that the most fundamental part was the misappropriation of interests.

"-But if you go back to sleep here, you'll be protected as a merchant."

Proclamation issued with strong will.

Coming here, Zepil hoisted his brow.

Looks like we had a point of view as to why Zanakov betrayed us.

"Now Zanakov... have you been threatened"

I guess I didn't think I could put a spacing on my stomach.

The look on Zepil's face, which consistently kept his room, gradually stains the colours of frustration and impatience.

In that context, Zanakov issued a wording saying goodbye to the pro-Imperial faction.

"To protect our home, we know. - Goodbye, Zepil."

That being said, Xanakov lowered his hips deeply and pushed silently.

Avalo curses, and Zepil presses for reconsideration, but it's as if he's unwavering.

Cut and throw away in a fractional word.

"This Xanakov, I won't overshadow what I once decided"

I'm saying something that sounds cool.

Because you're just afraid you'll find out about that human habit.

I am only frightened by the loss of trust in the ruling city and the crisis of being chased down the throne of the king of merchants.

But for the Merchant King, whose city is the absolute foundation of power,

Trust from the people and peers is above all important.

Even if you win as a pro-Imperialist,

If you expose the shame gripped by Bud in retaliation,

My life as a merchant is over.

"The more man who stands on top, the more afraid he will discover injustice.

This is with both the kingdom nobles and the merchant kings of the Union. No exceptions. "

Bud grunts and laughs.

Status and power are like drugs.

Once you get used to it, you won't be able to stand a life without it.

If your desire as a merchant overlaps there, you no longer have room to choose the means to survive.

Bud poked brilliantly at it.

I thought I was lost when I told you to go for a peek in the hot springs or something.

It seemed like a good idea. Above all.

I came here and Sonia, who served as the opener, officially declared it.

"by an opposite majority......!

My resolution to dismiss and execute has been vetoed......!

The pro-Imperialist prospect collapsed.

Coming here, Avalo's dissatisfaction finally exploded.

"This, you traitor. Awwwwwwwwwww!

He forgets me and gets grabbed by Zanakov.

But the merchants beside him stopped it.

But, you know what? Avalo blows those two up and tries to pack them in Zanakov.

As the field plunged into chaos - Bud came poking small with his elbow.

"Regis, now. You had a thing to do, didn't you?

"... oh wait a minute"

Don't be swallowed by the atmosphere and keep clear thoughts.

The current adoption was overcome by Bud's measures, but this is not enough.

We have succeeded in averting the crisis, but we have not regained the credibility of the neutrals.

Still they suspect Sonia.

If the Merchant King's Council continues in this state, this one is still likely to be at a disadvantage.

The only way to determine victory is to clear your suspicions.

And what makes it possible is...

"... will there be ghosts or snakes"

As the argument continued, I opened the letter I received from Alec.

And look at it all at once.

That's what it says.

"- Huh"

Honestly, I was wary.

What's written is nothing convenient or anything for us.

Rather, it even risked creating an unacceptable misunderstanding depending on the way it was viewed.

But now that I know someone named Sonia.

Only now that I heard the facts published by Zepil had the power to turn everything upside down.

I laugh unexpectedly.

"... is that what you mean?"

"What, what does it say?

"Show me, if you like."

Bud and Walkins take an interesting peek.

And the next moment, they both looked like they had guessed.

This can be the strongest hand in silencing the pro-Imperial.

But the content is what it is.

I'm the messenger. I have to make the announcement.

- Hey, listen to me.

I never spoke to all the merchants.

While I was checking my letters, the mess on the ground was also settling.

Peeled by the merchant king who went in between, Avalo looks unhappy.

And he's been slamming the frustration he's cultivated.

"How many times have you made me say the same thing?

Don't let the messenger pinch his mouth on national matters!

I was afraid of this objection and had to shut up until the vote to decide on Sonia's treatment.

But not now.

Just one vote, but this one's good in numbers.

You should be able to push through some impotence.

You put my intentions together.

Herabellio stares at Avalo with cold eyes.

"Heh heh... then will we deliberate in the vote?

Forbid his messenger to speak or not. "

".................. ugh"

Herabellio, a neutral who is nobody else, gives a stare.

In a vote with no change of interest, it is clear that it will be a rekindling of the results of the earlier votes.

The pro-Imperialists have no choice but to acquiesce.

Avalo pours a hateful gaze, but he ignores it and starts talking.

"Here is a letter from the first merchant kings when they founded the Union"

"... what?

It was Zepil who reacted to this.

Letters from an era that marked the beginning of the Union.

A bad feeling must have crossed the back of my brain.

And the hunch becomes real now.

"The name too - Coalition Blood Judgment - Previous.

This is the letter that Mr. Zepil, the merchant king, showed us earlier, and the book that is in pairs. "

In my words, I stand in the big square.

Many documents and historical objects disappeared into the darkness, as the Union continued to be disturbed shortly after its founding.

But many of them are priceless personal letters, etc.

Even if old books were unearthed, they wouldn't even get noticed.

Except for a few of these letters.

"Why are you doing this?"

I came here, and for the first time, Zepil made my face cramp.

"You've been entrusted with a little twat.

It's a gift from a man who knew all too well about the time. "

"... heh, ridiculous. It's decided to be fake."

Zepil ran out of confidence.

Apparently, it's not haphazard.

These kinds of books have tremendous effect in council meetings.

I guess Zepil, knowing that, has become a bloody eye in the past and searched for it.

But I couldn't find it because of the results.

That's why I can't say enough.

That stuff is fake, he said.

"That's the real deal. Check the magic and you'll see."

Should I not mention how to obtain it?

Four wise men on the continent, including Alec, are taboos for the Union.

It is an unquestionable and spectacular force combined with the danger of affecting each country.

Giving her name would make her more reliable, but it would generate unnecessary sparks.

I won't go into details about how to get it, but I'll show you the beginning of the letter.

"As you can see, the seal here retains the magic of the First Kings of Merchants."

As with what Zepil had, the magic of each king of merchants is engraved.

I took the books to some merchant kings and pointed them with my fingers.

"If you're the merchant king of a house that goes on from the first generation, you'll understand.

The magic that flows through its body proves that this letter is real. "

Only slight differences, but every person's magic has its own personality.

That's what Alec taught me before.

But even the difference is insignificant, and it's hard to identify the magic of others.

Some of the continent's four wits could tell by the unique smell of magic caged in them.

Basically impossible.

At least I can't feel the difference between the magic of someone else in red.

But unless that was the magic of the blood connectors.

Magic power has the nature of resonating with the magic vegetables of close relatives.

With a little magical qualities, it is possible to extract even the thoughts that blood relatives have made to dwell in magic.

The Neutral Merchant King, who touched the seal, groaned bossly.

"... no doubt, it's the magic of the clan"

"... this is the magic left over from the first generation. Divine."

Apparently, he felt something from the magic left by the first merchant king.

This sight was seen by the pro-Imperialists as if they were not at peace.

But I can't argue with that.

Even those in other houses, regardless of the discernment of those with magic,

Because I know if the seal bears magic itself.

I just checked the authenticity of the book and I moved on to the next phase.

"Now look at the mark in the center of this.

I'm sure this is real, too, but what about magic?

Stamp pressed to overlap slightly.

It showed the stamp in the center of it and showed it to the whole.

Then, my voice sounds more and more.

"Just one of them... magical, no...?

"Same. I can't feel the magic."

Here, Zepil cramped his throat.

Open your eyes and let your teeth snap.

Sounds like you noticed the truth faster than any merchant king.

the fact that one letter alone could not tell the

It must have been filled in perfectly by the books I received from Alec.

I pointed to a non-magical seal to fill the outer moat.

"This seal belongs to the Astrite family. Isn't that right, Mr. Sonia?

"... yes, definitely"

Unique text.

This is definitely the seal of the Astrite family.

But even though it is real, there is no magic intervening there.

The merchant kings besides Zepil tilted their necks.

"If the books exchanged in eighteen merchant kings,

There's got to be magic caged in all the stamps, right?

"Why is there only no magic in the Astright family seal...?

The question.

That discomfort that everyone feels is what I've been waiting for.

Come on, let's prove it here.

How kind and considerate the Astrites were of the Union.

"Later in this letter, it says the whole truth

The sincere merchant, the Astrite owner, had the heart to wish... "

◆ ◆ ◆

500 years before going back.

When the age of the sixteen nations came to an end, a single youth was born.

The man, he said, grew up in a war-torn republic and saw a lot of misery.

There is a dispute where there is no money.

There is peace where there is gold.

There is resentment where there is no money.

There is joy where there is gold.

Beautiful things don't save people.

Hardware is the source of happiness for all.

Young and awakened to one truth, the young man aspired to become a merchant.

The youth were interested in merchants in the Republic after a while of mercenary operations.

The trade name is Astright.

He said he successfully traded using shipping and instantly expanded his forces.

Its luxury lasted until there was a great war that rocked the continent.

Also, the young man, who had his eyes on the outside of the continent, believed in a God called the Sixteen Nights God.

The youth never named themselves and called themselves missionary Nash.

He said he tried to preach sixteen nights of divinity at the same time as doing business in Hiroshi.

When the youth won their trust as merchants.

The worst turmoil broke out across the continent.

The evil god, the Evil God, came from outside the continent.

nations of one continent after another to be destroyed.

The republic, where the youth Nash was based, also became resistantly ashamed.

But Nash never gives up and decides to defeat the Evil God.

It issued a decree to the merchants of the neighbouring countries and called for them to be united.

He led the inaugurated merchants and joined the Evil Gods Crusaders beyond the borders of the country and race.

Nash, who had a taste in martial arts and magic, is at the forefront of the battle.

During the war he became the shield of the other merchants and fought bravely.

When the faction despaired in the offensive of the Evil God, he said he talked about his dreams and boosted his morale.

I don't want to die, I won't let anyone kill me.

When this battle is over, create a merchant's paradise.

Until then, I don't want anyone to die -.

And after a long war, the Evil God was sealed.

It ended in a crusader's victory.

But with the exception of powerful countries such as empires and sacred nations, the vast majority of the continent was further transformed.

One by one, the ambitious set up their own country in this situation.

In the meantime, the merchants active in the war against evil gods also gained momentum.

Eighteen merchants who gave their lives to the path of commerce, including Nash.

They took it to Nash to make the dream they once told him come true.

The ideal home for merchants - trying to create a union.

Nash nodded pleasantly at this suggestion.

At the time, however, the Chamber of Commerce was in extreme conflict with its surroundings.

Dragoons trampling and vandalizing the merchants' provisional territory and shouting for their return to the Holy Land.

An empire that will rebuild the country as soon as possible and merge neighbouring emerging forces.

With semi-preparedness, and with strength at this stage, it was impossible to overcome this situation.

That's when one person in the Chamber of Commerce raised his name.

The young man's name is Rankert Dicrest.

A pledge magic user, he said he was powerful enough to outnumber the continent's four wise men in that area.

The binding power of the Chamber of Commerce around Nash,

He knew perfectly well that it was something that could never be shaken.

That's why Rankert suggested it.

Instead of the price of a lotus of trustees being imposed,

Sign the vow magic that gives you explosive abilities.

If we unite on the basis of this contract, we can always overcome this ordeal.

Those who rejected Rankert's proposal who were so convinced were not alone.

Only one person - with the exception of Nash, the central figure of the Chamber of Commerce.

He hesitated to make a contract for one reason.

He lost all the ”magic" needed to sign the vow magic.

The evil god is a robbing god who takes everything away.

Nash was no exception, and when he was attacked by a fierce

The evil gods took away their magic.

You can no longer create magic again.

Being lonely all his life, he had no other blood relatives.

There is no way that only one merchant can be spared while other merchants risk their lives to come to the pledge.

Such a thing is a betrayal, Nash said, mocking himself.

But the other merchants said.

'Never mind'.

Seventeen merchants, excluding Nash, spoke kindly to him.

You lost your magic because you protected us during the war, didn't you?

'Exactly. It's just a change of duty.

We'll protect you till your end. I'll protect you. '

Warm words.

To the words, Nash, who didn't show one tear at her temper, said she cried.

Oddly enough, not getting into a contract with just one person served as insurance.

If the demon vampire stone is destroyed, all the merchant kings will die.

But if only one person, especially Nash, the compiler, lives, the ideal country will be preserved.

From a realistic point of view, the merchants did not intend to put him in the contract.

The seventeen merchants then exchanged their vows without delay.

Instead of connecting souls, the powerful magic that dwells in each of its numbers of magic.

Nash, who lost his roots dealing with magic vegetables, was the exception.

The other merchant kings gained magic to the point of awesomeness.

Some use their magic to drive out foreign enemies and expand their sales channels.

Some used their magic to start a magic merchant and gain enormous fortune.

The merchants, including Nash, named the king of merchants and consolidated the ground one after the other.

Thus, as a result of all the merchant kings uniting to expand their power.

It was finally created.

The ideal home of the merchants - the United States.

◆ ◆ ◆

I just finished reading, and I circled the letter.

The feeling that the spark that was smoking completely disappeared.

The great hall, where whispers were flying until earlier, was engulfed in complete silence.

"This is why Nash is not in the pledge"

I put the letter at Sonia's disposal and closed it.

The complexion of the pro-Imperialist is earthy.

The merchants, who renounced the vote, had their heads in remorse.

"Well... the first Lord Nash tried to protect us..."

"... I feel sorry for myself for doubting"

On purpose, regret spreads.

It's the end of the day when the merchant king who bows his head to Sonia starts coming out.

The flow has completely changed.

I completely dismissed the suspicion that came down to Sonia.

But here Zepil tells a word of restraint.

"Just calm down."

Low and sharp voice.

The merchants who had lost me would listen to him.

Confirming that, Zepil indicated with his finger the letter I had.

"The stamp is definitely real.

But as long as what it says is true. "

Suspected alteration of books.

In a word of Zepil, the pro-Imperialist, who was in an overnight state, is enlivened.

Avalo, a nuclear warhead, followed Zepil's claim.

"Oh, yeah! I can't deny the possibility that the first Nash threatened you either!

You made me create a beauty story that wasn't possible, and I guess you made me push judgment!

I see, you're going to tell me that the first Nash changed, not me.

You want to make the authenticity of the text a problem on the grounds that it's a long time ago statement.

But to get here, there's no way such a watershed theory could go through.

"... zepil. And it's Avalo."

Speak to Zepil and the others in the way one of the neutrals pioneered.

In tune with it, all the merchant kings, except the pro-Imperialists, nodded.

"... with our ancient king of merchants.

My ancestors' determination was received from the magic that dwelt on the seal. "

"Are you going to call that a lie?

To this stuffing, the pro-Imperialists cannot be said back.

Avallo grips his fist cramped with answers.

I can no longer only observe Zepil.

I observe his behavior carefully.

Then Zepil shrugged something as he let his face down.

I'm not letting anyone hear you, a word that won't speak.

Probably to tell myself.

But I could read what you said from the lip movement.

"A little bit more" - that whine was a terminal indication that I hadn't given up yet.

"Well, then - we're going into deliberation."

Sonia raised her hand, controlling the deliberate round table.

She closes her eyes and looks back at what Zepils did.

"... made up a false past and tried to fall into each other trying to protect the country.

This is the least that a merchant king who weighs in on cohesion and trust should do.

Never, never say no -- not to be forgiven. "

Merchant kings snorting deeply.

Avalo shakes his shoulders with his blue muscles up.

Zepil waiting to present his conclusions in a calm manner.

The barren controversy that began with the crossing of thoughts...

Sonia cut to put an end to this.

"- Therefore, the crime of Article VI 'Merchant King's Deception' is applied!

We will execute the decision to dismiss the Merchant King Zepil and imprison him for life!

At this moment, the great hall boiled with delicacies.

Now I have a great name to bury Zepil away.

Zepil, who has expanded his forces in unscrupulous ways, has enemies everywhere.

But because he had power as a golder,

Many merchant kings had avoided being ostensibly hostile.

I suppose he wanted to poorly lend a hand to other factions and avoid buying grudges.

But now that Zepil has shown his weakness and all the criticism has been concentrated, he can no longer care.

The merchant kings who had grudges would gladly fill out the ballot form.

Sonia entwined the atmosphere of Rin and declared the settlement of the struggle.

"... over, Mr. Zepil"

A whine full of readiness and will.

The voice was clearly heard even in the roar of cheer.

She, who had suffered from the clan's burdens, was now looking forward with a blown out look.

"This is the” United Nations ".

Independence in our country is a great premise, however much with the help of an intimate kingdom.

To the sacrifice of an empire that ravages and tramples the weak, etc. - I will not let you! Never! "

Many merchant kings nodded at the words.

Sonia made a call for a vote after expressing her determination.

And seal the pursuit so that there is no change in trend.

"I forbid any further statements until the invoice is issued!

Voting paper going over.

The fate of the imperial faction has been exhausted.

Having realized that, Avalo and the others can be disappointed.

But only one.

There was a man with an unreadable expression.

The moment all but the pro-Imperial king of merchants dropped his eyes on the paper - Zepil shrugged bossly.

"The time has come"

An abrupt word.

Including us, even the merchant king of the pro-Imperialist leaned his neck.

Nature and gaze gather to Zepil.

Then the next moment, he hoisted up the edge of his mouth.

"- Eat and scatter as you like.

Your favorite king of merchants is here. "

The next moment.

The shattering sound of the windows sounded.

Screaming and yelling in my ears right after that.

Even though it is a place of good and evil and disturbing debate, it is only words that are exchanged.

Origin where the Merchant King's Council is the Merchant King's Council.

The implicit understanding collapsed when it made a sound.

◆ ◆ ◆

Broken windows.

A scream that sounded.

A sudden raid by someone.

But my head was only clear.

This possibility was predictable in advance.

Me and Bud reacted instantly.

Running over to the window without fright.

The aim is to prevent intruders from attacking ahead.

But Walkins uttered a pressing voice.

"- Please close your eyes! It's flash magic!

Before I finished, the light filled the great hall.

My eyes glared, but I succeeded in closing them where they were.

It was a flash so powerful that my vision stained red even with my eyes closed.

"... hey, what is it? What happened!?"

"Meh, my eyes...... my eyes ahhhhhh!

I hear the screams of the merchants.

Apparently most of them were eaten by Moro.

Did the light stimulus paralyze my muscles, and I can't open my eyes right away either.

".................. ugh"

I took a defensive stance, but then I realized there was.

He was escorting me in such a way that Walkins would snuggle.

Much appreciated.

but did my neighborhood guard drain you?

Impudent.

I tongued about this mess.

It imitates despicable.

I don't need small work, I just need you to aim directly at me.

"... Was that a positive move?"

I thought an intruder was raiding through the window.

But the only thing that jumped in was probably a flickering magic throw.

It seemed like pseudo-bait to attract.

But if the enemy hasn't come in, the opposite is convenient.

All you have to do is smash the zepil that gave you the instructions first.

But here Walkins shrugged.

"I just had a reaction to detective magic. - I'm coming."

The next moment, a roar sounded.

One beat late and the vibration arrives.

I remember the feeling that the ceiling fell and even the floor fell out.

Parallax and dust dance.

Forced to grab his eyes, the spectacular sight was spreading.

".................. ugh"

A large number of holes were holed in the ceiling of the King's Palace and a blue sky was visible.

And directly beneath the hole - on the floor of the great hall, dozens of men were upright.

An intruder came down to surround the roundtable.

And worst of all, the men were wearing familiar armor.

"These guys, Wingless Dragon Air Force......!

It's an unusually strong dragon knight that Bud dealt with.

Though commander-in-chief, I remember being badly handled by one dragon knight.

The knight was pushing from twenty to thirty.

Seeing this sight, Walkins sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

"I see, have you jumped from above undetectable magic"

Hmm, so you didn't notice the ambush?

Indeed, it is possible for a dragon to fly to an unwittingly high altitude.

But if we're going to launch an attack, we need to make sure we descend.

In doing so, it is possible to deal with raids because they are caught up in detective magic.

Well, except for the unusual dragon knight, who jumps from there alive.

Was the blinding of the flash bullet meant to eliminate the gap on landing?

When Bud sees the dragon knights cementing Zepil's side, he tongues in abundance.

"That bastard... I told you to hold him down. I'm sure you can control it."

Bud must have threatened the commander-in-chief dragon knight to stop the march.

But a good number of members have moved.

I also thought you reneged on your promise, but it seems different to see how Bud is doing.

The majority of the Wingless Dragon Knights are static, as the commander-in-chief put it.

But some listeners ignore the Commander-in-Chief's intentions and lend a hand to Zepil's work -

Is that reasonable?

But this number... you're obviously here to wipe out the Merchant King.

"Zepil...... you!

Here, it looks like the Neutral Merchant King restored his sight.

It pisses my eyes off and eats them on the zepil and hangs them.

"Ko, you know what this means...... you know what I mean!

"Rebellion is a felony in felony! The execution is inevitable!

There are many merchant kings who make their faces snap with agitation.

Though hostile, I guess you didn't think it would extend directly to the rebellion.

Like assassinations, resistance to insurgency is extremely rare.

Well, I can't help it.

It has a history of close to 500 years of friendship and unity.

In the first place, because the system called the Merchant King's Council itself does not envisage betrayal,

The area is easy to guess.

Although we cannot adopt what we do not write in the statute of the Union,

If it were to be debated under the law and the vote passed, the proposal would easily pass.

Even those who execute the king of merchants can do whatever they want if the number of them gathers.

It began with the firm unity of the covenant of blood, but therefore flawed.

I guess Zepil tried to poke him there.

But in the king of merchants' council, which he used to crush the Royalists,

It's ironic that you would bankrupt your own position.

The disputed Great Hall is in turmoil.

Many merchant kings gather in the round table to guard all sides.

But in that, there was a man approaching Zepil.

"- Lord Zepil, I thought you would move."

It's Avalo.

No. 2 of the pro-Imperialist.

He talks to Zepil with a deep nod to expectations.

"The sudden flash surprised me, but to deceive my enemies, I start with my allies.

No, it's brilliant. Was it a fabric stone that called for soldiers? "

Avalo applauds to praise.

I guess I was just working with Zepil for a long time and I know how to do that.

But what?

There is a strange discomfort.

"We have all these handkerchiefs.

You will surely be able to take another king of merchants. "

If Zepil is to rebel for the pro-Imperialist,

Shouldn't we tell the other comrades?

It's a flash of blindness if you do poorly.

It's hard to imagine having something like that bathed on your side.

"I do not want a weak Union or anything else.

It makes sense to join hands with a powerful empire and strive for a strong nation. "

So why didn't you tell us about this revolt?

There are two possibilities to come out.

To prevent the discovery of plans to the extreme.

And the other thing is - you didn't think you were more of a buddy than you were.

"To do this, we don't need a weak merchant king or anything that corrupts the country.

As the embodiment of the founding of a powerful nation, as your understander.

I've reached Lord Zepil everywhere. "

For a moment, there was a sound of flesh streaking.

Blood splashes on the floor with Vishavisha.

A tense silence ran through the field.

And after a beat.

I noticed a dagger growing from Avalo's abdomen.

"Kah... ha...?

Avalo opens his eyes and looks at his belly.

Obvious fatal injury.

Avallo's eyes vanish and his body falls to the floor.

In contrast to him like that, Zepil was pouring a cold gaze.

"- Understander? Don't make me laugh.

You don't know anything about me. "

Avalo worked more as a pro-Imperialist than anyone before and was on Zepil's side.

Seeing him go on like that, Zepil doesn't change one complexion.

I had a strong suspicion about that.

"You, he... Avalo was on his side, wasn't he?"

Sure enough, he was the enemy.

There was no match of interest and they were crushing each other as forces on the other side of the faction.

Whatever the way it ends, I don't know where to keep this one.

But... all of a sudden you won't kill me.

Zepil sees Avallo's remains and spits them like he's lost interest.

"No matter how much you wave your tail to the Empire, it's the people of the Union.

Those who have the blood of the United States - the Merchant King - can't be trusted. "

Mouth it as if you were not a raw merchant king.

While I was on guard, my suspicions were swirling in my head.

Seeing me like that, Zepil squeaks pale.

"You're an unconvinced face.

The king of merchants will die because of you and your messengers. "

"What...?

Zepil is coming to me, Walkins, and Bud.

The expression was very pale and creepy.

But the next moment.

When Zepil glanced at the merchants, he let the Doth black light dwell in his eyes.

"If they have cleaned up Nash the prince imperialist in the Merchant King's Council, absolutely nothing.

I could have just been Zepil the Merchant.

As a wheel of the United States, I didn't have to peel my skin off. "

He's pronouncing it on me in a blameworthy tone.

It was an inorganic tone of voice, but I felt a hint of enclosed hatred.

Zepil shrugged his shoulders and his eyes flickered with a fierce look.

"But unless you're going to be kicked off the throne of the king of merchants.

Until you expose me and eat my throat. "

"... who are you," he said?

In the words of Zepil, several merchant kings float the colour of haste.

I guess I knew he had a face he didn't know about, and I felt terrified.

Then Zepil turns his resentful gaze to the merchants.

And in a hateful voice, he introduced himself, which could also be taken as a pronouncement of death.

"I am the former imperial merchant Zepil Duranir.

You have been robbed of everything by your merchants - "the deserters of the Empire."