From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

‘Pressure.’

At first glance, there was a characteristic of guillotine. If snow has the properties of freezing opponents, Guillotine is specialized in breaking them.

The space passed by Guillotine seems to have drifted in momentarily.

No, I actually got caught up.

A single stab, rotating your right arm.

The results it made seemed hostile to me.

My legs were hanging from my feet, only my legs left up to my legs and legs, which were cut off from my fluttering feet and thighs.

A halfway door opens with briquettes and blood flowing to the floor.

"Yuck!"

Earl Allergy has a piece of his gut stuck to his face. The Earl Zigzag taps the Earl of Allergan's back with a dazed gaze.

A nasty smell spread through the bloodstream.

“...... Are you okay? ”

Earl Zigzag's gaze remains on Digo and asks for Earl Allergy.

“Weeeek!”

Earl Allergon answered the question by vomiting.

I think you're both very surprised.

No assassins survived. At least he's healthy. Half his body bursts out and he's dying from guts.

Even if I wanted to interrogate him, I couldn't say a word.

‘Force and pressure. ’

Digo is strong. I felt like I would hand it over even if I wrestled with Ogre, not just strong enough.

There was an artifact called Guillotine in his hands.

Reasonably, the horror in front of us was a natural result.

Well, there was always a sense of disconnection between listening with words and actually seeing.

“What did you do? ”

The duchess mutters.

Digo was speechless. When I look at his face, I can see his eyes glowing red and fading.

“No problem, right?"

Guillotine is a cursed weapon.

As I asked, Digo replied.

“No problem.”

It was the same voice as usual.

“They're all dead. ”

I went out the door and looked both ways.

There were no survivors.

This man here is Erl Zigzag and Erl Allergy.

And it was just Lois and me and Digo.

Outside the door, I did not see a servant or maid, rather than a Royal Guard.

It was at sunset, but I did not see an ant around the room where the three nobles of this country were staying.

It seemed to be the only place around the room where people didn't come.

Scratch.

I rolled my head, scratching my head in the middle of a mess.

“Should I kill them all? ”

Royce asked.

I don't have to tell you. Who set this up.

He wouldn't have sent an assassin after me in the first place.

He had already known which bastard had crossed his arms at the end of the 'preliminary investigation’.

So I knew at once where they belonged, and I drew the flow in my head.

‘Those bastards are a real family tycoon. ’

Then what should I do now?

“I should kill them all, too. ”

Without an answer, Lois says again.

“The leading man in the murder of the royal palace in the middle of the night was Duke Fraunmund's knight, Sir Royce Yulnovan. ”

Everyone looked at me, I said. I finished what I said.

“What are you gonna do, kill them all? ”

I hate nobles. Especially not the nobles who do their job without covering up their own bowls.

The nobles of Cercado did.

So from now on, I'll stop treating those bastards like human beings.

“Duke, you must be patient. ”

Earl Allergian, who was vomiting, steals the snot with his bare hands.

That's disgusting.

“Phew, Phew. Duke, no. ”

Earl Allergan seemed to have anticipated what I would do just by looking at what had happened and what was happening.

He repeats the same words, then sprinkles the hand of the Marquis of Sieg.

The Grand Duke has yet to realize what I'm about to do.

It reminded me of the fact that the prince's full support and Emilia's ability led me to raise the prince.

She deserved to have herself in her abilities.

“What do you mean? ”

The Marquis of Sieg asked.

After experiencing the battlefield a few times, he was the only one who survived this horror instead of vomiting.

“Who would have drawn their sword from the duc's march today? And what do you think the Duke who survived that knife can do now? ”

Then I thought I had noticed the Grand Marquis.

“Kill them all and your country will shake at once. ”

I mean, no matter how much I hate to see it, I need some assholes.

Yeah, that's true.

Well, if I were king, I'd kill them all and make a brand-new choice, but Edric doesn't have the ability.

Once suppressed by force, there was no talent to hold back the reverberations and fill the vacancies of the nobles who would serve as ministers.

Earl Zigzag was a patron to fill my vacancy, and Earl Allergon was a condiment to fill the king's deficiency.

There's no way a country can go back on its own.

I had a soft smile.

“Don't worry. ”

And I said to the Earl,

Kill no one, I won't kill no one today.

Instead, I need to fill my collar.

He must have turned away because he didn't know about the royal palace. I just needed to be prepared.

My dog won't listen to me. You get some food, you listen to the bad neighbors.

I still needed a dog to protect my house, so I couldn't kill them.

There was only one way.

* * *

Hülken has made every effort to recover from his return to Earl Ludwig.

I left everything to the others to take care of the erl.

“I feel fat. ”

Rested, fed, cheaper, slept.

I had a good month's rest like the one who lived for it.

“Get Fox. ”

A month later, I started to move after I had fully recovered.

“You wanted to see me?”

Fox approaches you in front of the restaurant.

He is the Lord of the Night's Grand Duke, who rules the erl's chambers, and is his servant.

“He needs you. ”

“…… Yes? ”

“The Lord needs you. ”

Fox blinks. If it was about information or the night, I wouldn't have to tell you this separately.

“What should I do? ”

Fox asked.

“You're so weak, they say you need to build a body. ”

He said, 'I need a stronger group than the current Knight Dagger, and I will roll because you are reliable.'

I was tired of explaining everyday.

‘I want to practice. ’

I want to ride a horse and run with Lance.

I want to pick up the sword and slay the opponent.

“Not enough.”

After the battle, Chris spoke to Whelken.

I've never heard it before in my life.

Both sides were always amazed at their accomplishments, and the knights next to them died and refused to believe it.

I didn't show much skill, but if I wanted to show a part of it, I coveted it all.

Even the underlings who hated themselves.

Even the nobles with the slightest eye were the same.

It was unfamiliar, awkward and uncomfortable to say to Whelken that it was lacking.

At the same time, my heart was beating and my body was burning.

You mean my enemies are stronger than ever? ’

Rydos Ben is the strongest man we've ever dealt with.

There are more powerful men than that.

“Not enough. ”

Maybe it's just the two of us. I emphasize that.

So, as soon as the civil war was over, Whelken returned to the land without breathing. I didn't have a drink with the master.

I didn't eat a single piece of meat. The cute pumpkin returns without a stroke of his head.

I was only committed to recovery.

Wheelken wanted to swing his sword.

So I was in a hurry. Whelken, who mixed the seasoning with the chopped beef and pressed it down and ate the roasted steak several times, said.

“Go and listen to the details. ”

“Where are we going? ”

Fox asked.

“Somewhere.”

The Duke of Fraunmoont.

Wheelken, who sent Fox, loosened his body as he ate and rested.

It was time to move. He wanted to spend all of his time with his sword, not the war.

* * *

Fox's orders, to be precise, led by Chris, were the elite of the Night Daggers.

Fifty men arrived at a mansion within the outer wall, not the Resistance.

The mansion was large and the interior was wide.

I saw a space that could be used as a training ground, and inside it stood a blonde man and a woman I had never seen before.

The man's face was hard, and the woman was pretty enough to look back when she touched him on the road.

They spoke with Fox and fifty of the Knights.

“I teach myself skills. ”

“You want me to fill out the basics? I always eat delicious things. ”

“I……."

The woman looks at Fox and her group and pauses. I felt like I was choosing a word to call Fox.

"Patrolman of the Night," the Earl used to call it.

Alternatively, you could call me head of the Information Guild or head of the Night's Watch.

“... because thugs aren't soldiers on the battlefield. ”

“Take care of it. ”

The man said blankly.

Fox doubted his ear. What did you just call me?

“Come here. ”

The man calls out to himself. He was called Earl of the Night, Earl Ludwig, a patrol of the night.

The people behind him were men with training and experience that was different from those of Murdock.

Moreover, he is good at herbs...

“Are you crazy?"

An unbearable crew leaves. He was a servant nicknamed Boar because he was strong and cuddly.

One head bigger than the man who summoned them, the moment he walked out with his eyes wide open.

쩍.

Hm?

I hear only noises. No, I think something flashed for a moment.

Then the boar's body starts to tilt sideways. Hearing a thump, he collapses.

“Getting hit isn't so bad either. ”

Tequila said, just as a group of people emerge from inside the mansion.

“Oh, it's New Face. ”

“I hope you survive. ”

“Welcome. Very welcome. ”

Those were Prawnmund territories that were being trained to go back to Tequila.

“Don't die. ”

“Survive.”

Everyone said a word, and the Urahs escaped.

Fox felt a chill for no reason.

‘Something's wrong. ’

“Duke Fraunmut has asked me to refine your fundamentals. You can always go back if you don't want to. Well, if you have the strength to go back. ”

Tequila speaks and points to the training ground.

“Run.”

It's been done many times. At the end of the day, most of them didn't even stand up properly.

Tequila knew it.

Fox takes a step back under pressure.

“I'd rather kill a few people...."

The woman mutters.

She didn't seem unusual either.

“You're proud of the blood on your hands. They have no strength to resist. ”

Do I look that weak? ’

Didn't you have the strength to resist? It was a different treatment.

“… do you run? ”

Suja asks. I can't feel my thumb. As soon as I saw it.

Fox sweats coldly, as if he were terrified when he saw the cat.

‘It is the Lord's command. ’

‘Rationalization refers to this case, but Fox did not look at himself objectively.

“Run.”

As soon as Tequila's mouth reopened, Fox made fun of their feet in front of them.

It was time to run.

* * *

The palace is a rough place and is like a dragon's eagle.

Politics is the selling of the opponent's weaknesses, and the female cub can't even get on the weapon's axis.

I'm the only one who knows how to use them.

I wrote "saltwater" in a more vivid sense.

It's a violent convoy.

“If you want to live, do 'right’ work without betraying your country. ”

Tequila and Rachel's doubles made a great night patrol of the Night Dagger.

‘Not bad. ’

I wish I could have done this from the beginning, but given the situation, I don't think it can be worse.

“Of course.”

I put a mirror in front of my head and sprayed it with medicine.

A dye made from a mixture of several herbs. Dark blue hair was too noticeable on the central continent.

I packed my armor, dyed my hair brown with moderate dye.

In one necklace and in transparency.

“Grrr."

And a pet.

Pumpkins fall asleep with their molars sharpened next to them.

“Too slow.”

No, it was appropriate.