Dungeon Defense (WN)

I've been spending a lot of time in the Imperial Barracks lately.

It was always quiet, built solely for Pymon. Every morning, no one heard of her except for the imperial maid who came to pick flowers. It was perfect for me to come alone and think deeply. Well, there was something mentally problematic instead...... but I could ignore it.

Of course, it wasn't a deliberate visit to the morgue to mourn Pymon. It was a political gesture. Pymon was one of the most supportive Demon Kings in the Magic Cube, and he still misses Pymon in the mountains.

Without forgetting Pymon's death, I, Dantalian, spend most of my time in the Sanctuary every time I come to the Imperial Palace. Isn't it a strange place for them to look?

“There you are. ”

Someone walks in from the entrance. Citri smiles shyly as she raises her head as she feels popular.

“I stopped by the Oval Office and I didn't see him. I just wanted to be here, heh heh. ”

“I feel at ease here. ”

“Yes, it is. So am I. Here. ”

Citri holds the basket in her right hand. I took it over and looked inside, and there was a cute little sandwich-like snack. I even had steamed potatoes.

“This is a true dinner! ”

“I made a lunch box, too. Dantalian wouldn't have had lunch anyway. ”

“I didn't know Citri was so good at cooking. ”

I was somewhat exaggerated. When I looked at Citri, I was heartbroken, but to cover it up, I talked indistinctly. Citri smiled as if she had gained confidence in my reaction.

“I'm studying as a bride these days! ”

“Bridal classes?”

“I feel like I've been going too far. I'm just learning from my maids and teachers. Hehe.”

“…… I see. ”

I made a bitter smile.

Citri described it as a bride class, but it was actually a leadership education. The leader of the mountain tribes, like it or not, had to be the Citri, as long as Pymon was gone. There was no Demon King more powerful than Citri in the mountains.

Citri saved the mountain tribe from the crisis, which would have been devastated by the afterlife of his son Pymon. You defended the pride of the mountain tribes by putting a thorough vendetta on the horse.

“What's the hardest part of bridal class? ”

“Mmm-hmm. Dining manners. I've been eating as well as I can, but the teacher said I shouldn't. There are dozens of knives. ”

Citri grumbled like an elementary school student who didn't want to take classes.

As you can see, Citri has fallen considerably behind the general arts. When Pymon was around, Citri didn't need any refinement or anything. Citri has always been the sword of the mountain tribe. But things are completely different now…….

Attending meetings as the leader of the mountain tribes, welcoming prominent leaders to meetings in the horse kingdom, engaging in political fights with the plains and neutrals, all of Citri had to be burdened.

It must have been too much for her to live her whole life relying on a sword in the battlefield.

Citri, however, accepted the zealotry education without a word.

No, I asked for it myself.

“Excellent, Citri. It's really amazing.”

I stroked Citri's forehead. Citri put herself in touch like a pet puppy and dug even more into my arms.

“Amazing. Every time Dantalian compliments me, I feel so energized. ”

“…… If it's too hard, you can give up. ”

“Yeah, Dantalian's doing fine, too. ”

Citri did not flee from Pymon's death. Rather, I looked forward and accepted it. If you don't step up, the mountain tribes will collapse. And I was trying not to lose any of Pymon's legacy....

“It's all right with Dantalian. ”

“ ……. ”

“Ahh. Ahh. ”

Citri picked up a sandwich and put it in my mouth.

“Hmm."

There's bacon, tomatoes, and cilantro. The bacon flavor and crunchy lettuce were just right. In terms of tomatoes, it was overlooked that this food was not made by humans. For some reason, humans didn't use tomatoes for food by calling them 'Vampires.' The reason Tomatoes are red is because they sucked the corpse's blood out of the ground. It was still the age of superstition.

“Is it good?”

“Yes, it's very good. ”

“Well, how about this? ”

Citri picked up a second sandwich. Unlike the other sandwiches in the basket, it was the only shape I could find. Tomatoes protruded and there was too much bacon to pretend.

Oh-ho.

Since then, I've survived for eight years as a catch. I immediately realized the truth. The woman who suddenly made the lunchbox, only one sandwich in the shape of a mess. And Citri is looking this way with her insecure eyes for some reason…….

Yes, I did. Come to think of it, the table manners in the Caesarean class couldn't have taught me how to cook. I took a second sandwich as relaxed as someone who realized the truth of the world.

“Hmm.”

I chewed slowly as if I was deliberately looking at the liver. As the second went by, Citri's expression became more and more nervous. I was convinced.

“Oh, how about it...? ”

“It's delicious. No, it's much better than I had before. ”

“Really!? ”

Citri's face was wide open.

“I can't describe it very well, but what can I say? It contains care...... Yes. I can feel the meticulous.It's like there's something beyond the taste buds. ”

The scenario was obvious.

Maybe Citri cooked for the first time today. I've never made a sandwich-like snack before. Of course, it couldn't have been made well.

Citri despaired of her skills and asked the Imperial Cook for help. But he couldn't give up on wanting me to taste the handmade dishes, so he hid only one sandwich he made secretly. That was a particularly ugly sandwich.

“Earlier, the snacks seemed a bit mechanical and overly professional, but they were a bit clumsy and comfortable. ”

“Heh heh heh... Really? That's great.”

A smiling citri with an embarrassing red cheek.

Hehe. This much truth is easily revealed in front of my eyes.

We ate snacks in a warm atmosphere. The appearance of citrus, which was cooled by blowing steamed potatoes, then divided it in half and handed to me, was beautiful enough to be transformed into a famous painting by itself.

Soon after finishing my meal, I lay on Citri's lap. Citri brushes my head, murmuring a song.

“Citri! ”

At that time, a patron dressed as a butler jumped into the entrance of the Sanctuary.

As the butler approached, the warm air suddenly changed. A sweet smile disappears from Citri's face. Instead, what appeared was a cold expression. Citri looks at the butler with lively eyes.

“This is where the dead rest. Lower your voice.”

“I'm sorry… I have something to report urgently……. ”

The butler stopped. It was only when I saw the two of us that I realized that I had made a mistake. The butler lowered his head.

“I have captured the Demon King Belial, as you commanded. I'm kneeling in Citri's office. ”

“Very well. What about our allies in the mountains?" ”

“Everyone's here. ”

Citri's voice talking to the butler was completely different than before. The voice of a ruthless and ruthless leader is there. Citri whispered in my ear so quietly that I couldn't hear her.

“Dantalian.”

“I understand the situation. ”

I woke up.

Citri reorganized the mountain waves, but they were not perfect. There is a Demon King who has plotted to flee to another faction, saying that there is no hope for the mountain tribe. It was the former Demon King Belial in 68th place.

The Demon King Belial was favored by Barbatos in the early eighth month of the Armed Forces. Barbatos has rescued the nearly collapse of Marathon Castle to the Humans. Maybe that's why. The mountain tribes seem a little anxious, so they quickly moved the rope.

However, it was clumsy. Citri, according to my advice, placed a daily watch post with the Mountain Demon King. The servant's children were bribed by maids, gardeners, horsemen, and so they spread out their surveillance like spider webs. I immediately noticed that the Demon King Belial personally met with Jeopardy's brother.

Brother Zephar was like a flatter. At a time like this, I secretly encountered an outsider from an opponent's faction in a perfect situation to be seen as a traitor... There was no excuse.

“I'll go, too. ”

“... Are you sure you're okay? ”

“I'm a friend of Citri. There's nothing odd about it. ”

Citri nods.

We leave the morgue and head for Citri's office. Citri didn't originally have a separate office, but now Citri is using the one Pymon used. In a fairly spacious room, all the mountain demon kings were gathered.

The air in the room was a bitch. The Mountain Demon Kings had a dark look on their faces to see if something bad was going to happen from now on. When Citri entered, the Demon Kings bowed politely.

“May I present His Majesty, King Citri. ”

“Everyone, you've gathered well while you're busy. ”

Citri raises her right hand and omits an example.

The Mountain Demon Kings saw me following and raised their eyebrows, but there was no one particularly opposed. Due to the tears I showed when Pymon died and the frequent visit to the morgue afterwards, the Mountain Demon Kings were relatively friendly to me.

“Shi, Citri. ”

In the middle of the office, the Demon King Belial kneels. Your arms are tied tightly behind you. Belial begged for mercy as soon as he saw Citri.

“I don't know what's going on, but it's a misunderstanding. I am completely innocent. You know I've worked harder for the mountain tribe than anyone! ”

“ ……. ”

Citri glances at Belial, not answering him. Citri turned her eyes to other Mountain Demon Kings, not Belial. Citri opened her lips.

“We are facing a crisis of microfumes. Pymon's sister is dead, and the Plains are intact. We've left everything to Sister Pymon so far, so it's natural to be embarrassed in the face of this. Honestly, I don't know what to do. ”

“ ……. ”

“But one thing's for sure. The more we panic and divide, the more people will like it. ”

I didn't pinch Citri to tell her exactly who it was, but there was no mountain demon king who didn't know it meant the plains.

“Think of Pymon's funeral. None of them even shed a tear. He just twitched his head in front of the coffin and walked away as if he'd done everything he could with it. Except one. ”

Citri turned to me for a moment. The Mountain Demon Kings nod.

“I don't want to please them. I want to know what my comrades think. I want to know what they think. ”

“Your Majesty Citri is right. ”

“I can't stand by those who can't show respect in front of death. ”

The Mountain Demon Kings have expressed their agreement with Lee Dong-jung. Ten Mountain Demon Kings took turns and all agreed. The more I did, the more blue Belial's face became.

“So, we all agreed. ”

“Your Majesty! Please listen to me! This is a trap! I never did anything. ”

Before the end of Belial's words.

Citri pulls the longsword from her waist and swings it as fast as lightning.

Red blood gushes from the air. The golden carpet in gorgeous splashes of Velial's head. Immediately, the blood soaked the carpet. The Mountain Demon Kings silently watched the scene.

Citri wields her sword once more and drains the blood from the blade.

“I will not tolerate a traitor. ”

“ ……. ”

“We, all of us, are protecting Sister Pymon's legacy. ”