Entering a Company From Another World!?

Another side Handybar Empire

Established as a military power, he is the hegemon of the western part of the Isal continent.

As long as you have the strength, whether you are human or subhuman, there is no racial discrimination to be promoted.

Results-based vertical social organization.

That is the Hanzibal Empire.

"Hmm, they're from the Federation."

The emperor, Lugiana Hanzibal, who stands at the top of the country, leaves her musculoskeletal flesh in luxurious costumes on the throne, kneels and listens to her subordinates report.

The expression does not move like a meticulously crafted statue.

The right eye is crushed by the sword muscle, and there are many other wounds on the pale black skin, creating a war-torn style.

However, the mind in it examines what determines the fate of the country.

"... are you sure?

Then, after listening to the report of his subordinates and rethinking for a while, his mouth slowly moves.

Even though it's a heavy bass, it sounds more powerful in your ears than anyone else on the scene and doesn't scream.

"Ha! According to the secret detective who was lurking in the Federation, there's no mistake."

"Hmm, God's on the other side."

The agitation leaks from the mouth of the townspeople gathered in the hall in the king's words.

The Hanzibal Empire has a thin religious component.

Praying itself is not considered evil, but being involved in politics is.

The Hanzibal Empire is practicing secularism, but we cannot hide our frustration at the fact that the existence of God has turned against our enemies.

"Don't wander."

But not the king.

Simply emitting a clear word brings the swaying gaze to the king in an instant.

"From the beginning, you know God will turn against you."

It stands still like a giant rock, and its presence calms down the minds of the ministers.

It is problematic, but not unexpected, that angels have been sent to the union of the theocratic nation Tris and the Kingdom of Eclair.

"This world is not God's, by the hand of man. Didn't you agree to follow my judgment?

With the spear of God now, I proudly say that my hegemony is not to be disturbed.

There is no one who disagrees with the word, nor speaks aloud.

I am anxious but not dissatisfied.

It creates an atmosphere that feels like it was said.

King Luziana, who was dissatisfied with the matter, tried to raise his voice again, but before that there was a man who kept his mouth shut to flow.

"But, Your Majesty. Speaking within expectations, I wonder if it is difficult to leave behind because of the content of the other party's purpose."

Prime Minister Eckenbach Schweigen.

With gray hair all back, the glare lurking behind the black rim glasses is cold.

The luxurious King's cloth is a luxurious piece of cloth, but it is tall enough to wear a black and white cloth with no other decorations, and make you think that the back of your body is stretched by the amount of your back.

What characterizes the man is his ear.

The sharp ears of ordinary people prove to be elves.

"Schweigen, do you have a plan?

A subhuman, he kept watch over the emperor from an early age with his long life.

So his king trusts his right arm the most.

So I asked this man for his opinion before I gave it.

The trust created by the long month and day.

"I'm going to find heroes across the world. As far as ordinary people are concerned, it is suspicious in their heads, but the use of his god, if it is accompanied by angels, the story will also be realistic. It wouldn't be a very good story for our country if we brought the brave back and changed the war."

Talking about what has been understood is to unify perceptions of the status quo, and the King, who knows his intentions, silently asks the Prime Minister to continue talking.

The prime minister, who conveyed that there was a solution by words spoken smoothly with the stream, gently lowered his head and gave permission to the king.

"We will do the same before we have a solution."

"Call me."

The Prime Minister, who was given permission to speak, raised his head and gave his opinion to the king with his cold eyes.

I'd like to borrow the Third Princess.

For the first time, there is a change in the King's expression in its contents.

Pickle and his king's eyebrows react, but for a moment.

Among the many who miss the change, the Prime Minister is not the only one who misses it and asks for his reaction.

"Give me that."

There is no one who can complain or say the name of his real daughter without giving it to him.

And some people shut their mouths in a different way.

"Yes, apparently the princess is doing her usual tricks. My men have one interesting piece of information."

The emperor, Lugiana Hanzibal, has four side rooms besides the queen.

One of them is the mother of the Third Princess.

This prime minister's sister.

From the Prime Minister's point of view, the information that the existence of a niece was doing something was gathered without the Emperor knowing.

It is not that the Emperor is incompetent.

Rather, he is competent enough to keep shouting loudly.

Then why was the information not in his ear?

That's because it was cleverly hidden inside this prime minister's bloodline and took time to grasp the information.

As a talented woman, and in another sense, the third princess attracts attention.

But it wasn't impossible to find it.

The trick was subtly concealed to hide beautiful autumn leaves in the deciduous leaves that were meant to overlap.

And the prime minister who found it sometimes said that the information was valuable, and he remained silent and silent until now.

That's why the Emperor didn't hear.

"What did my naughty daughter do now?"

And when the prime minister said it was interesting, the king's expression finally collapsed.

The look on your eyebrows is correct and doesn't say you're in a bad mood.

Other heavy towns are scared to think that if they ever touch anger, most of them spin their mouths.

"Since what the naughty daughter did can be a trump card for our country, please do not hesitate to spill your eyes."

Again, the king lowered his head and stared at the colour of his shiny grey hair, and silence flowed in the hall.

"... good, thank you"

The nervous time that seemed to fill the hall with thrills and heartbeat was shaken away by the King's permission to discard what he knew, such as the fears of the heaviest townspeople, who were not allowed to swallow raw saliva.

A space where the sun and landscape were calculated by the gardener, covered with walls, behind the imperial castle where such an event took place.

A space for the king to spend comfortably with the queens.

[]/(n) rear palace/

Its contents are gorgeous, a space in which all craftsmen bring all their knowledge and technology to make the royal family feel comfortable.

When the nobles and their arms are bought, and the female officers and knights who are in the service work, and the king appears, he stops the work he is doing, and hangs his head by the wall.

The King, the Prime Minister, and the Knight of the Guard advance into the space.

The physical atmosphere is not the atmosphere in which the king and queen speak of love.

A murderous march, like taking a sinner.

However, there is only one King who is letting go.

An atmosphere where the signs of patience and suppression are slightly spilling.

After the kings passed, the girls looked at what was happening, whether the anger was appearing on foot or whether it was treading forcefully with the Zunzun.

"Oh, where is he?

"Probably the usual place."

I see.

The Prime Minister answers the destination so that he knows where he is if he asks the Prime Minister who is behind him.

Without looking back, the king who asked still thinks, does not change course, and further strengthens his step.

Instead of entering the building, the path leads from the rear palace to a garden.

We can see in the light intensity that the destination is a space that is not so bright but never dark, even though it is illuminated by the sun.

"It is rare, Your Majesty, to come to such a place. May I help you?"

The king enters the space without hesitation.

And the space that stepped in was, to say, like a birdcage made of trees.

A girl in a pale yellow dress in the middle of a cage made by trees, colored with colorful flowers, sat in front of the table, held a cup, and enjoyed tea by the side of a woman, but someone came and put the cup in a familiar manner when she found out that the person was the real father, and stood up with her feet, lifting the hem of the dress and lowering her head.

And the expression on your head raised slowly was correct, my lady.

She welcomed her father with a smile that fascinated her with many pleasures, like a round of lilies.

A thin green hair that is different from your uncle's, and a pointed ear peeking out of that flowing hair is the right proof of elf.

"If you're smart, you'll understand. The answer is that I was not invited and I came here."

"This is troublesome. I have too many ideas, I don't know which one."

Parent-child conversations with similar shards.

A parent and child with a contrasting appearance who is more convinced that the daughter is an adopted child.

Those two conversations led the parents to find the child's mischief and scold him.

And there is a consciousness that I did something wrong that was supposed to be scolded, but a child who doesn't know what it is.

Despite such a diagram, she is relaxed.

"Are you just going to blur?

"No, Your Majesty. I just don't want to be mad at you for not being found out. I really don't know which one it is because I have too many ideas. Would you please tell me for such a daughter?

In the woods if you want to hide the trees.

And if you conceal a plot, then you are in a plot.

Third Princess Henri Hanzibal.

There are many names for her, but if you're going to make the most famous name, there's one that goes up first.

"Princess in the Cage."

The name is never because it is a high ridge flower or a prisoner princess.

The manifestation of the King's will to stay here because he does not know what to do.

It's only natural to get out of the castle.

From the perspective of entering the Academy of Nobility as a social study, despite being an honorary student in terms of behavior and study as a nobleman, he wants to stick his neck into the problem and disturb various problems.

Wear magic that tells you where you learned it.

When he concealed his face and became a Class A adventurer without knowing, the king's mouth was not blocked.

A chunk of curiosity that sounds cute.

I don't know what I can do if I let go of my eyes.

That's the cute, leaning third princess.

The look, the manners, and the breathlessness of those deceived by their mouths.

"... it looks like your dog's headed for an interesting place."

The king, who decided that it was a waste of time to run off against such a daughter, cut it out without hiding it.

Oh, was that you?

It was said to be a dog, and even though the atmosphere and expression had not changed, the air on the field became cold, and the knight on the king's side could feel it.

It is said that the girl who has changed the air is not old enough.

Let this parent say that this child is.

"Do you have any other ideas?

"As I mentioned earlier, as much as you can think of (...)"

I have nothing to hide, but I won't tell you.

And I have that uncle and this niece.

Her craftsmanship is her best.

Even if you take out the snow chunks that accumulate in the snow mountains, it still doesn't make you feel that the snow has decreased.

The Emperor himself understands that her provocation and questioning is the worst thing to do at the moment.

If he were to ride provocation and vomit, the king would have wasted his time.

I understand that the fact is obvious.

This rhetoric is Henri's handiwork and a delayed tactic.

The important thing in this conversation is to ask clearly what it refers to.

Just tell the dark clouds everything, and she'll tell them everything.

But it's the worst thing for the king.

And in her convenient order, she will be happy to talk about what she has done.

That's the last thing she wants to hide.

When I hear all about it, the opponent is waiting for a long time to come from the elf, the finite life king of man.

"So, are you listening to me?

She understands that, please sit down and suggest a seat in the cage.

I understand that being trapped together is the most convenient story for her.

Just tell me where the dog is going and what the dog is doing.

"Oh, is that all you need?

I won't say it again.

That's why the King understands that this is the place to drop.

The Prime Minister's information is that the court magician wandering on Henri's side could not be seen, and if he followed in his footsteps, he went to an ancient ruins.

I just found a magical formation in the ruins and found out where they were headed.

Ask her what she went all the way to move her precious hand for, Motoki Ami.

She doesn't lie, but telling the truth takes time.

"Yeah, well, I'll talk to you, so please sit down. Your Majesty."

And on the invitation of this time, the knight of the guard stood at the entrance, and sat behind the king in a manner that the prime minister withheld.

Henri sat across the street.

"Well, first of all, where and what is my tutor Dazlo doing?"

This is not what this king is asking for.

Understanding that, Henri worked his head to convey the information his king was looking for quickly and easily.

I think I'm working hard in the magic world right now.

I started talking with a little teasing.

One word today.

The purpose is different, but the interests are consistent.