I Favor the Villainess

Finally, it is the day of the talks.

If you wondered if the boulder would have a real meeting in person, I would stand behind the curtain and Misha would use wind magic to deliver the Pope's voice.

I mean, I'll be the real deal.

Master Lieche when he explained it,

"Once you know the facts, His Majesty Dorothea will be furious, but you can't replace your belly on your back"

And it was a bitter tone.

I guess I'm not even serious as a church.

I am already in a curtain made in the meeting room.

The Dorotheas are supposed to come later, so we're on standby.

There are guard soldiers standing around the curtains, some of whom look like Claire, Lily, Mischa, and the Pope pretending to be me.

The Pope stands opposite Dorothea's seat from where the curtains are.

The position is invisible from the Dorothea, so it's okay to move your mouth.

"Emperor Dorothea-Nah, you're here"

The Dorothea who came was in his usual pitch-black armor.

I guess this means her outfit.

Walking in early as he flipped his cape, he stood in front of his own seat and named him.

"It is Dorothea-Nah. I want a fruitful meeting this time."

I briefly then lowered my back somewhere.

Your companion has a bright blue face, but he/she has a cool face.

As always, he is a self-centered person.

I guess this is "reasonable" for her.

"It's Claris-Repete III. Thank you for today."

The Pope against was my pace until I got tired of it.

I am exhausting my rhetoric and diplomatic etiquette, probably because I take into account Dorothea.

The Pope continues.

"There's something I'd like to do before the meeting."

"Something?

"Are you the one who made Sandrine aim at me?

To the Pope's frank words, the meeting hall turned.

I'm surprised, too.

I don't know how much Dorothea prefers candor, but isn't this too candor for boulders?

"Hmm. Were there any rumors that you were being targeted for your life? If it's not the rest... do you believe it?

"I believe. You want someone who won't lie."

It's the beginning of a turbulence.

The air in the venue is tight.

However,

"Huh... Huh...! The modern pope is apparently an interesting figure. I like it."

"Thank you"

Then Dorothea laughed, and the Pope softly returned it to him, in contrast.

Both the imperial side and the church side relieved themselves.

"I'm not interested in your life. There's no room in the rest of the country for a church right now. As long as you're in this country, I'll make sure you're safe."

"It's a comforting word. Let's get this conversation started."

I reached out from the half-lifted curtain, as I had since the meeting.

The emperor grips it disappointingly.

It's a lot of power.

Ouch.

"Hmm......, you mean that"

The emperor is somewhat convinced by himself.

I don't know what I was good at, but the emperor laughed niggardly.

Subsequent talks continued peacefully for a while.

It was the contents of the interaction that led the Pope to complain about the empire's ultra-active diplomacy and the emperor to start diplomatic negotiations until he was exhausted, although it was a tense one that stuck with him to stop interfering in his internal affairs.

I've been letting you strain yourself, too, but I never felt like I was in any particular danger.

At the end of the talks, which I began to wonder, if nothing was done, it happened.

"The Pope, by the way. In your demeanor, do you use changing balls against the Lord of a country? Even though they're after my life, I think it's a little too disrespectful."

That one word unleashed by the emperor with a nigga of laughter brought the most tension of the day to the scene.

... are you finding out?

"I don't know what you mean."

"Do you think you can stop it? Well, that's good. But the woman can't be missed. Woman, is it any wonder that that magic device doesn't activate?

The Emperor's eyes pierced one woman.

It was Master Leishe.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

"Was it that ring you were about to activate earlier, the magic prop? I'm afraid I can't use that."

"Become...!

Looks like your wisdom came in handy, Ray-Taylor.

Dorothea looked at this side of the curtain and laughed.

Master Lieche also looks at this one with a moment of distortion in his face with regret.

"Ray... you..."

"I'm sorry, Master Liesche. The magic props of the transfer you tried to bring in have been replaced."

Master Liesche's face was distorted into anger.

After all, is she the killer?

"How could you..."

"What I thought was odd was right after the assassination attempt by Mr. Sandrine. Master Liesche said: I can't believe I'm working on (...) the (...) li (...) o (...)"

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's crazy. 'Cause the rosary that was the murder weapon of the crime was gripped by me, so Master Lieche shouldn't have seen the rosary itself."

"So, but there's a strangled mark..."

"Then normally, you suspect strings or ropes first, don't you? I knew it would be odd to break it with the rosary immediately."

It must have been a simple accident, but it was too much for me to suspect.

To my point, Master Liesche was biting his lips regrettably, but eventually,

"Yes... I knew you knew. The papal decree of that time was filled in, could it be your own return of interest?

"That's not true. I really didn't want this reasoning to hit me. I wanted to believe you."

"That's sweet. If I were you, I'd be executing you at the moment of suspicion."

"Still, because you are Master Yu's mother"

……

To my words, Master Liesche looked hazy.

"That's enough for the farce. Hilda, restrain him."

"Ha."

At Hilda's direction, the soldiers are coming.

Master Lieche doesn't look like he's resisting with a face like he gave up.

But there,

"No, no, no, no, no. Then you're in trouble, Master Liesche."

A familiar, malicious voice sounded.

"Suras!

"Where are you!

"Good day, Claire-François to Ray-Taylor. And goodbye. '

Along with Suras' mocking voice, there were signs of magic all around him.

"Hilda, analyze."

"Ha...... This...!

Hilda, who was holding back on his side, changed his blood phase.

"It's the magic of metastasis! Someone is coming to this place!

"Hmm...... Woman, do you have any thoughts?

……

Master Lieche is silent.

But the face was pale and it was obvious that she was involved in some sort of plot.

"Mother, what are you going to do!?

The screaming voice of Master Yu sounded.

Dear Liesche, in contrast,

"It's all for you, Yu."

That's what I said, I got a pulled laugh.

A laugh like a broken doll, I thought.

The next moment, it showed up.

"Hmm..., Demon Clan"

The demon tribe was different from Aristotle, dressed like a human, and Plato, dressed like a primitive.

A giant body covered with metal that emits a hard glow.

Its demonic tribe, which was overall black in colour, looked like that, with its upper body as a human being and lower body as an insect.

"Name it, Demon Race. Give the souvenirs of the underworld the honor to speak."

"I'm a latte. One of the three great demons, my name is Lattes."

That demon clan, named Lattes, pointed me at the hand of a man in his upper body.

No, not me.

Behind that - he was pointing to the real Pope.

"I came up to prune the life of that stomach. If you don't disturb me, I won't take you to your life."

With that said, I walk over to the Pope in slow steps.

"All hands, battle formation! Ray, you fight too! We've already found out what to do with it!

Master Claire skipped the instructions quickly.

Follow that and the guard soldiers will move out.

I jumped out the curtain, too.

Cutting ahead, the monks of the church swung Morningstar and killed him to the Lattes.

"Out of the way."

The lattes never set up.

Just unconstitutional, scowling the first two of three pairs of insect legs.

That alone blew the monks to the wall.

"Refrain from melee and respond with magic!

Consider the opponent's White Soldier highly capable. No, Master Claire switches directions.

In response, a magic bullet was fired from the guards.

Indoors, albeit in a large room for talks.

There is no escape in the giant lattes.

All the magic bullets landed.

But...

"I'm not interrupting."

Demon walks didn't stop at all.

From the smoke that rises, it enters slowly and without wandering.

"How about this!?

Master Claire was in a magic ray firing position.

Unlike the old Aristotle, this time it's in perfect condition with no wear and tear.

"Light!

"Darkness."

The Darkness of the Four Articles will also offset the light of the Four Articles emitted.

The pillars of darkness completely offset Master Claire's magic ray and further hit Master Claire.

"Dear Claire, it's dangerous!

I jumped on Master Claire and defeated that body.

A bunch of darkness passes right over your head.

It hit the opposite wall directly and shattered one side of it - no, it made it disappear.

"What a power..."

Master Claire shrugged.

The magic of Lattes today was clearly more powerful than Master Claire's magic ray.

"The magic...... you are Claire-François. You're next on that stomach. Wait for the order."

With us down on our asses, Lattes takes his steps further.

"Pope!

I won't let you.

Before the Pope, Lady Yu and Lady Lili stood up.

The other soldiers have completely lost their will to war.

"Icicle Blade!"

The sword laid by Master Yu brought a cold light.

As I know I've explained before, her style of combat is Magic Swordsman - commonly known as the Prince of Ice, also the Princess of Ice.

Master Yu flipped a wimple and stuffed it in time, cutting it toward the front leg of the latte.

But the blade just shallowly damaged Lattes' leg and stopped.

Lattes did not stop walking and tried to crush Master Yu as he stood.

"Lattes! It's a promise!?

My foot, which was about to crush You-sama, stopped on the verge of a screaming leachet-like voice.

"That's right. Promises are promises. You miss it. Go wherever you go."

Lattes jumped Yu-like's body as he shook his legs sideways.

Master Lily hurries to hold the body.

"Ugh..."

"Master Yu, please hold on!

Master Lily is struggling with healing magic, but the wound won't be shallow.

Now we're almost out of this one.

No one was able to make an effective attack on Lattes.

The Lattes have already come just before the Pope.

Rest in peace - everyone thought so.

But...

"I won't let you imitate anything you like in front of me, Demon."

Pulling two black swords out of her hips sheath, she grinned like a carnivore.

Emperor Dorothea.

A lady with two names of the sword god stood before the lattes.