Dungeon Defense (WN)

The coastline is lined up like a hurricane.

A long time ago, a ruined temple was slashed by the sea breeze and stretched across the cliffs. A great debris is buried in the sea.

Marwan Castle. The once wealthy island lost its owner. After the magic wears off, the garden slowly falls down. It was a coincidence. On the day of Pymon's funeral, the public gardens sank along with the waves in front of the sea here....

There was no garden that bloomed beautifully at the end of the season. And the bush that was moping around, ignoring the season. Everything was slowly submerged in the sea. They'll never come back into the air again.

“My dear comrades. ”

I turned my back.

“The Demon King Pymon, the leader of our Liberation Alliance, is dead. ”

There were twelve men in black robes. I couldn't see his face because his head was covered in robes. But we already had a decent meal with each other. These were executives of the organization's Liberation Alliance, created by Pymon over hundreds of years.

“He died right in my arms. ”

“What was his will? ”

The woman said, a voice familiar to the ear.

Director Anna the Comb. The Liberation Alliance was responsible for the defense of the Republic of Batavia. Pymon was subsequently treated as an outsider to the organization, and he was also the so-called leader in Batavia. In the Lily War, I led an army with me.

I said it expressionlessly.

“It was a will as noble and honorable as hers. Until the last moment, Pymon feared peace on the continent and equality among all factions. Pymon asked me to take his heir and died. ”

“ ……. ”

“― ― You think so? ”

The executives stopped.

Anna asked more carefully, as if trying to understand my intentions.

“What do you mean? ”

“It was not a noble death, nor an honorable death. Pymon was killed in the worst way in the world. in a way called assassination. ”

I opened my mouth, staring at the officers in robes.

“I was not given any time to leave a note. Pymon spent his last moments surrounding me. Every time an assassin stabbed her in the back, tore her back open, and bit her like a mad wolf, Pymon held back even the groaning and screaming to not let go of my body. ”

“ ……. ”

“Last fall, Pymon whispers in silence." Don't cry. "If it's a will, it's a will. ”

The executives are silent. Curse me all you want, Pymon. I'll even use your will as a political tool if I have to. There was no hesitation.

“Till the moment she stops breathing, Pymon worries about the man in front of him. That was Pymon. She was my lover, your leader. ”

“ ……. ”

“What are we calling Republicanism for? Is it because there are very high ideals there? Or is it because we are particularly virtuous intellectuals and we need to take responsibility before history? ”

I felt the night air flow naturally around me. The air was not brittle. When I spoke with the right technique, I felt as if I had melted around me. I still did.

“No, we always start with the little things. We just can't let the tragedy and suffering that is happening in front of our eyes stand still. When the old man on the street takes a hard breath, we also choke. When slaves are whipped in the middle of nowhere, we also feel anger. That's where we start……. ”

“ ……. ”

“I watched the most virtuous woman die the most miserable death before my eyes. There I feel unbearable sadness and anger. And I will never forget it. ”

I took the piece of cloth out of my arms.

It was made like a handkerchief by cutting off the hem of a piece of cloth covered in Pymon's blood. The blood has not been stained semi-permanently with a preservation spell. I didn't explain anything, but the Liberation Alliance executives had already guessed what this was.

“Comrades, I, Dantalian, swear to you. I will mourn and commemorate Pymon's death only until the moment of his death. The way of commemoration is revolution. I will restore justice to what is right and compassion to what is sad, and I will tear down what is right to be angry. ”

I said it out loud.

“Will you die with me? ”

The executives silently stared at me beyond the robes. A moment passed.

At that time, the plump figure took off the robe. He was a dwarf. Zach Bonnom, an officer I comfortably called Zachry, was a mercenary commander who aided me in the Lily War.

“I'm in favor of treating the Dantalian charge as our new chief. ”

The executives murmured.

Zachry was, in short, the most active leader in the Liberation Alliance. I worshipped Python fervently and embraced Republicism as a religion. When I declared that such a thermal component would support me, wavelengths arose.

“I think I've spent more time with King Dantalian than any of them. If my comrades trust me at all, please have a little faith in what I'm saying. A man who will flourish with Republicism on the continent of Dantalian. ”

“Too little time with us. ”

Anna the comb rebuked.

“I don't doubt your sincerity. But I'm worried you won't have enough experience leading an alliance. ”

“But you've accomplished so much in such a short time. ”

Zachry looks around.

“Who brought down the Franks and put the Republicans in government custody? Lord Dantalian, who has defeated the Sardinian Empire and liberated the Free Cities? His Holiness Dantalian. And not long ago, he declared that he would abolish any slavery of any kind. ”

Zachry points at me with his right arm.

“You have done many, many tens of millions of things alone and in less than five years. I disagree with your lack of experience. With confidence, I assure you, I do not believe that it is not the Dalianese Emperor, but that someone else can stand in the way of our cause! ”

The executives create a clumsy atmosphere, but occasionally nod.

Performance was generally more important than authority. In that sense, there was no one who performed as well as me. In fact, I was standing in an unparalleled position just because I had passed through the front page of slavery at Valpurgis Night.

“I vote for you at Tuton Station. ”

“I'll cast my vote at the Moscow office. ”

“I also agree with the Sardinian branch. ”

The branch chiefs started voting for me to be the leader of the Liberation Alliance.

Out of the twelve branch chiefs, except for me, there were nine votes and two votes. It was like I was founded because the majority had already gone on for a long time, but the question was whether everyone agreed or not. If any of the opposition votes came out, the alliance was potentially at risk of division.

“ ……. ”

Finally, the time has come for General Director Anna The Comb to mark her intentions.

“All my life, King Pymon has always been happy to talk about King Dantalian. I don't care what King Dantalian likes to eat or how great he is... He kept chatting like a girl in love, not caring what I'm bored with. ”

Anna the comb takes the robe off her head.

A blonde elf was engraved with a cut on his cheek. It was a scar from a near death crisis when he was brutally defeated by Henrietta in the Lily War, Saint-Denis.

“I don't trust my eyes. I don't trust Zachry's eyes. But I absolutely trust King Pymon...... Since King Pymon trusted King Dantalian, I also trust him. ”

Last vote.

No one objected. Although I have two abstentions, this is not against a vote, but rather because I'm concerned that a unanimous decision might give me excessive authority. In fact, the whole team agreed.

I nodded earnestly towards the executives.

“We are many and one at the same time. ”

“To the revolution. ”

The executives quietly recite the Liberation Alliance's words.

There was no spectacular ceremony such as wine. Following Pymon's welcome to the new head was never an event for executives to rejoice or celebrate.

All the forces that Pymon led became my legacy.

Citri, the leader of the mountain tribe, was, perhaps militarily, completely dependent on me. My opinion soon influenced the march of the mountain tribes. And now I'm leading the Liberation Alliance…….

I thought behind the ruined temple.

I had an almost absolute influence on the plains and the mountain tribes, made the entire stable a trusted ally, used the most wealthy merchant merchant merchants as my personal vault, and even spiderweb spread across the continent into my hands.

It was the Demon King who painted it.

Ivar often mutters "Angola" when he looks at me. It was a legend passed down to the Horsemen. One day, a great king named Angolmoa will appear and open all the continents to the Horsemen.

It was a legend that could be anywhere. However, Ivar may have hit the fact surprisingly, just as a cow caught a rat in the back step. It was a funny story…….

* * *

I had a secret meeting with Frank's government.

Earl Bercy is, of course, the current head of the Frankish government. I was the legal advocate for the Habsburg Empire and Earl Bertie was the legal advocate for the Frank Empire, and coincidentally, the position was the same. The empire's theme is that the emperor is responsible for a reputable country.

“Long time no see, palace white. Have you been well?”

Earl Bercy was exhausted. There was a rumor that he was working to save his sleep while somehow rebuilding the country that had become a mess.

“You've grown ridiculous. ”

“I had no idea it was so difficult to manage a country. You don't look very comfortable, either. ”

“Just like the Earl, he runs a country. ”

Earl Bercy smiles bitterly.

I first met Earl Bercy as a Jean Bole Priest, but about a year ago I was loaned a substantial loan through Ivar to the Franks to inform them that I am the Demon King Dantalian.

The erl was quite surprised, but did not hesitate or feel that way. Earl Bercy was a Republican. Knowing what kind of speech I made on the Bruno plains, I took it as a definite ideological companion.

“But why are we meeting in secret? Please don't stretch my fine lines any further. ”

“I'm sorry, but there's going to be more wrinkles. ”

I smiled.

“You must repay the loan, Earl. ”

“ ……. ”

“I lent you seven dollars in interest. At least return the interest. ”

Earl Bercy's face hardens like a man who met the Devil.