Golden Experience

I don't think it was bad to be cautious.

Jerome is king.

Domestic public opinion may be important, but we need to be more attentive to our relationships and balance with other countries.

In any case, from the viewpoint of the people, I hardly know the situation in other countries, and I have no reason to know the environment surrounding my country or the relationship with other countries.

The view is different from that of the general public.

But over the past few months, things have started to change little by little.

It's the rise of those who are called Gentiles or something by some merchants.

They gather information from all over the continent in one way or another.

And I would have stayed out, spreading confidential information like that to Ichii.

As a result, the details of the disturbances that took place some time ago in the city of Zorlen, neighbouring Père, became widely known to the public.

And in that case, the action taken by the Virgin of the Episcopal Church of Wealth led to a significant deterioration in relations with the Kingdom of Parele.

Only her appearance is beautiful. That woman, as you can see from this matter, has a shallow mind.

The prince of a nation is dead.

Originally, it would be a problem just to say that people from other countries were there.

Despite that, he defended the perpetrators of the murder.

It doesn't matter how guilty the dead prince was. You shouldn't stick your head in the situation of another country with common sense.

I don't want to admit it, but the Virgin is now one of the celebrities representing the Kingdom of Wells. In terms of its visibility to other countries, it will surpass some royalties.

Abominably, many merchants know the name of the Virgin of Werth, even though the first Prince of Werth cannot be mentioned.

You don't have to think about what happens if such a person sticks his/her neck in another country's international problems.

What I didn't even know was a woman named the Virgin.

Some rumors suggest that the Virgin may be the hiding place of some aristocrats.

It is true that the Virgin has a certain noble atmosphere, and there is no material to deny it if she is told that she is Noble Human. In fact, such shallowness of thought also coincides with the characteristics of the general aristocratic woman.

I thought that if I was truly aristocratic, and if I was that talented, I would be in Jerome's side chamber, but it would be troublesome if I had inheritance problems later. I don't have a problem with being a healthy and good kid, but I don't want that eye to be inherited by the kid.

First of all, I was going to envelop the Virgin in the Second Prince Ferdinand, whose decision to set up a branch, and see how it went, but this time it disappeared.

Jerome formally protested against the Church.

Since the advent of the Virgin, the Episcopal Church has gained momentum that cannot be ignored.

Offering Ferdinand a quick distance from the Episcopal Church, and finally a good opportunity to lose the momentum of the Episcopal Church, he now used Ferdinand's popularity in reverse to make him resist.

It was shortly after that that I realized that my prospects were too low.

The public rebellion against Ferdinand, who had slammed the Virgin, was greater than Jerome had expected.

The Virgin herself was dear and voluntarily cautious in accepting the royal strangulation, but this particular attitude also seemed to be bullied by the people.

The popularity of the Episcopal Church, no, the Virgin, was already beyond the hero Ferdinand at this time.

Originally, Ferdinand's popularity was also created.

It is called an unbeatable hero, but in fact, I only let him go to some unreasonable battles. One day, during the monster flood on a continental scale, I was able to gain safe experience thanks to the fierce Gentiles who fought against powerful monsters one after the other.

I don't think the people are smart enough to notice such a thin Ferdinand.

Jerome has never seen the Virgin in person, but he has unfairly gained popularity mostly due to her high exposure or something. As long as it looks so good, I can't think of not using it.

Anyway, public distrust of the popular and inferior Ferdinand and the royal family burned up as if they had set fire to a fallen leaf mountain. Further, there and there, the ascending leaves jumped out of the fire, and the jagged air spread throughout the country.

Such a state of affairs has never existed before, even when I tried to link history books.

I know why.

Gentiles.

The information networks created by Gentiles are amazing.

No matter how fast you flew the pigeon to clear things up, rumors had already spread a few hours earlier. Honestly, I can't help it.

Even worse, they are the only ones who know the authenticity of the information they bring.

It's not impossible to go backwards over time, but given the speed with which the current information is spreading, it's very late. In fact, backtracking is pointless.

What does this mean?

Lies, truths, and whatever information you spread, it all depends on how Gentiles feel.

No problem if you reveal all the information. No, I don't want the people to know, so there's nothing wrong with it, but it's still better.

But it's not.

Initially, the information they were talking about was just quick and accurate.

Even if it was incredible, it proved to be true after a while.

As it was repeated, no one doubted the information brought about by the Gentiles.

The pleasure of getting accurate information quickly was too appealing to the people of this country.

And of course, it was also demonstrated in the case of Zorlen this time.

According to Jerome, it was probably spread in Wealth on or about the day after the incident.

The Virgin's presence in this case was truly honest and correct.

In diplomacy, however, good faith and good conduct do not always lead to good results.

That is why Jerome condemned the Church.

I didn't think the wrath of the Pairé kingdom would subside in such a place now, but considering the future, it was better than doing nothing.

It would have been better if there had been the fact that the Werth royal family had officially expressed regret when national communication resumed.

Even so, the ecclesiastical rebellion becomes a huge thing if it comes out with a very hard attitude, and the story gets bigger.

Only cautiously and with no coercive force, I stuck to verbal accusations and bullets.

But such deep thoughts of Jerome and the situation in the world were distorted and spread domestically by the Gentiles as to where they cut and how they pasted it.

Soon, the Wells royal family was consorting with the kingdom of Pairé, the root of all evil, to neglect the popularity of the Episcopal Church, and even said that the Virgin was going to be the dead.

And many of the people believe such words of Gentiles.

The result is this situation.

What should I do?

Was it not enough to look ahead and act carefully and carefully?

Jerome was no longer confident in following the new form of the Gentiles' growth.

"─ ─ Excuse me for thinking about it. As you may already know, outside the King's City, there are people who call for the Holy Amalier Empire."

"Ah! Who are you?

Jerome was sitting on the throne thinking between his eyes.

That should be it.

And I'm telling you to stay away from me.

There can be no voice other than yours.

Then, for a moment, the view was distorted, and a beautiful woman in a white robe appeared from there.

I can't see my face very well because I grate the hood deeply.

But I can only see that the shape is beautiful. It's emitting such intense signs.

I suppressed my palpitations, which naturally became faster, and opened my fearful mouth.

"... what are you? Where did you come from? With whose permission are you here?"

Jerome's intuition as king tells us.

This woman is dangerous.

Even if I shout here and summon the knights, my life will be exhausted before the knight arrives.

I have such a hunch.

"Excuse me. My name is Septum. He's the one who's worried about the future of the Kingdom of Wealth."

"The future...?

"Yes, Your Majesty.

The members of the Holy Amarier Empire, many of whom were formerly people of the Kingdom of Wealth. "

I know they won't say anything like that.

"These Gentiles, many of whom are called heretics, have joined us and are inspired by these Gentiles, but they are nevertheless His Majesty's people. No, it was the people.

And as you may already know, Your Majesty is no longer their king. "

I remember the illusion of an eagle grabbing my heart.

Because even at the extreme of tension, he pointed to the fact that he didn't want to admit it right now.

This woman, Septum, was right. It was not long before sacred things arose all over the country, and she realized that she was no longer a king.

This is what I felt when I succeeded my father and assumed the throne. At that time, on the contrary, I realized by feeling that I had become king.

So Jerome himself knew better than anyone that it was for sure.

But that's why I couldn't tell anyone.

The rest of us in this castle still believe and doubt Jerome as king.

But the truth is different.

It's just one man here, just one Noble Human.

"Father! Looks like you were making a loud noise earlier, did you hear something?

Far away from the outside while gazing, I can hear the voice of the First Prince Gaspard.

Septum is not particularly upset by the wind, it just stands in its natural form. I didn't see her eyes, but she was staring quietly at Jerome.

For this woman, it won't hurt or itch when the prince and knights step into the room.

"─ ─ Nothing! It's a little big talking to myself! Leave me alone!

When I raised my voice, I could feel the prince leaving a little over the door.

My chest fell back from my heart.

Even if Jerome finds a way here, Gaspard must take his place.

Even if this throne is already in shape, hope should not be thrown to the end.

"That's a wise decision. That's your majesty."

"─ ─ Shut up. So, after all, what do you want to say?

Indeed, you are right, this body is no longer king. I don't know the details, but that's all I know.

But that should be something I only know myself. How do you know? "

"Perhaps all the Gentiles know, not just me. Because that would be their purpose.

You intend to pull Your Majesty down from the throne, get this country, and perhaps wage a formal war with your neighbour, Pairee. Or maybe he's going to open the end of the battle with Portleys and Orals as well as the pair.

It's horrible. "

The mouth of Septum is slightly arced, even though it is terrifying.

However, the red lips that float on the white skin so clear, it is difficult to distract your eyes by your own will once you are conscious. It doesn't look like it is red, but why does it look so bright?

"As I said earlier, Your Majesty is no longer king of this country. But the future is not closed yet.

The Gentiles use the Virgin to manipulate the people of this country. No people can resist the strong curse of the Virgin's popularity.

To overcome this situation, we need more power than the Virgin. Not only noble, but powerful kings beyond the Holy One. "

"Whatever ─ ─ I can't believe it ─ ─"

The scene of my childhood came back to mind unexpectedly.

Was that my grandfather or my great-grandfather?

I once heard a bedtime story from an old man who had already left the throne and hid behind.

Once upon a time there was a mighty king on this continent who ruled over everything.

The king ruled the country with a great sense of fear for power, and called for dominion over the continent.

But the reign of power and fear did not last long, and eventually the king was defeated, and the continent was divided into six, and a time of peace came.

The king must still be holy.

Neither barbaric spirits nor, let alone beasts, are holy kings worthy to rule the continent.

Because he was not a holy king, the former king was defeated.

The old man told young Jerome such a story.

He didn't know and said it with his memory in his mouth.

And Septem bent the arc of his mouth even more beautifully, and whispered unto Jerome.

"─ ─ That's right. You will be the Holy King.

A peaceful continent full of happiness, ruled by the Holy King. Don't you think it's great? Don't I look like His Majesty? Such a wonderful sight.

I told you earlier. I am worried about the future of this country. "

And Septem lifted his hand out of the hem of the robe, and took Jerome's hand, which was on the armrest of the throne.

And he lay his other hand over it.

A cool, cold, soft feeling appeared on my palm.

And when Septum turned his hand, there was left therein an egg of bright red, emitting light of his own.

No, not an egg, if you look closely. It's in the form of an egg, but this is a bottle made of crystal or something. There is no pouring. How did you get this red liquid inside?

Suddenly, information about this crystal egg came into Jerome's brain.

I remember this feeling.

"─ ─ Is this a hidden artifact...? This effect....."

"That's right. This is the future of this country. It is the blood of God who draws His Majesty to the Holy King."

After that, Septum talked a lot, but his ears slipped and he barely got into his head.

The only thing I found out was that if I sacrificed many lives to this God's blood, and if I wished strongly, I would come to the Holy King. And it's just the softness of the hand of the woman who calls herself this septem.

Fortunately, many lives are currently at stake outside this king's capital.

If you give them all, this God's blood will respond.

"─ ─ Well then, that's it for me. I wish you luck."

"Wait, wait!

Only words that seemed to be parting came into my ear at the end.

Understanding that, Jerome panicked.

"... something?

"No, what is it...?"

The inside of my mouth was somehow dry.

Desperately narrow down the words.

"When, next... When will I see you next?

Septum's face, slightly visible from under the hood, is neat.

Even if I only saw this expression, it was worth the courage to suppress the noisy heart.

"─ ─ That's right. If His Majesty could become the Holy King, he would be."

When Septum floated that arc around his mouth, it vanished just as it did when it appeared, and the tension that covered Jerome eventually subsided.

"... if I could become a Holy King..."

In his hands, he plays with his bright red eggs.

It was like a daydream encounter, but this feeling proves that it wasn't a dream.

"Somebody! Anybody home?

Soon afterwards, the First Prince Gaspard arrived as well.

I can tell that gas pearl.

"Call the Knights, Ferdinand. Let's go.

We'll kill all the rebels on the table. "