I’m the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic Empire!

Even if I say I serve the palace, I'd rather say I usually go to work than the image of serving the castle as large as it can be.

If you come to the lobby of a luxurious building for nothing, you'll see the rookies flying.

Civilians in brand new suits.

Some people are noblemen like me and can walk an elite course without taking all sorts of exams.

Ordinary civilians are real bureaucrats who are here to beat the bitter competition.

It's the identity system that can use them with their jaws.

Long live the winner.

When I get here, the civilians in the lobby start bothering me.

I thought you were surprised at my appearance as a great nobleman, and it didn't seem so.

Looking back, a man comes in a red suit surrounded by black clothes. Is it a white muffler? I'm putting that on my shoulder.

I doubt it if he asks me if I deserve it as a civilian, but I can judge him to be aristocratic based on his opponent's standing behavior and the human reactions around him.

Besides, he would be a candidate for trace.

Is he about a hundred years older than me? I won't complain about my surroundings either if I let my nobility training finish by the age of two hundred or so.

For that reason, generations above me normally train.

This is how we have the opportunity to face each other as a synchronization.

The man in the red suit ignores me and walks away.

Dropping it off, I regretted that I should have taken a large number of my men, too.

"You're kidding. If you'll forgive me, tell me. I've got twice as much for him."

There are men who refrain from being seen, but no men as prominent as the man in the red suit were brought in.

'Cause I thought I'd be seen with a guardian on the first day.

There was a man who was attacked by a sense of defeat and called out to me in regret.

"It's a pleasure to meet the famous Earl of Banfield."

He was a nobleman's younger brother in shiny pants.

In addition to dressing like a host in a suit, he's got a hue. The gaze the women around us turned to this guy was clearly favorable.

The eyes that look at me of the women are frightened somewhere, trying not to gaze at me as closely as possible.

It's okay you're afraid of me, but what's the difference between treating me and this guy?

"What can I do for you?

He bows to me deeply in a flowing motion.

Either way, the trick looks crisp.

"I'm [Marion Serra Olgren]. Do you know the Viscount Olgren family?

If you search for the noble family name in your head, there was one from the Viscount Olgren family in the knowledge you tapped in with an educational capsule a long time ago.

It's a branch of the Olgren Border Uncle who guards the border.

Borderline uncle's stepchildren - that is, he has a blood related component.

Officially a direct minister of the Empire, the Viscount Olgren family is also a child of the local and strong main house, Olgren Borderline Uncle.

You've recently crushed it, but you're in a position like the Baron family I've been taking care of.

"It's a territory on the border with Gudwar."

"You know, I'm relieved."

Silver short hair but long forehead. My first impression is that the color of my eyes is purple, a petty kid with a slightly droopy eye and a strange hue.

"What can I do for you? Where's your husband?

Don't talk to me about it. If you're going to talk, at least wrap your husband up in an oblate, and he laughed a little.

"I didn't have the right time to complete my studies with Uncle Borderline's sons and warrants. Thanks to you, I miss you. I serve the palace."

"You didn't have to be driven out because you weren't out of cadet school"

Marion would have gone to kindergarten school after adulthood, then to Imperial University and chosen the civilian path ahead.

You're old enough not to have reached eighty? Try me, you're a junior.

"Your ear hurts. It's a crisis between my parents and my main house, so even if I were you, I really wanted to participate. But they're not looking for a kid with no army experience."

How come this guy's been talking to me?

I don't even have to think about it. To receive support from powerful nobles or to send reinforcements.

This guy will be close to leading aristocrats during his studies and will be working to get help.

I'm sorry, but I'm not free.

"You're the one who can't get along. But from now on, it's the same place to work, so please get along, Senior Liam."

I still feel young around making a nostalgic smile.

I feel a gap there because I have a strange hue that doesn't suit my age. Around, the women showed a strong interest in such a marion.

"He's out of the Viscount house."

"If you're a branch of the Olgren family, you're famous."

"This year is amazing."

The department I came to - well, the building I came to is where the elite gather.

Outstanding bureaucrats, of course, but future aristocrats come for their studies.

So it means that at the point of being here, even as a nobleman, the Empire recognizes it as excellent.

- You had the effect of not missing delivery.

Let's stay close to the Chancellor.

When I walk out, Marion follows me diagonally.

I am fingering my long forehead.

"A popular workplace is an aristocratic trade fair, isn't it? They're from the Count's house."

"I'm an active Count."

"Whoa, it's the Marquis family and the patterned ones that are on edge over there. I want to keep you company."

"I am the future Duke."

I always hate this guy because he's so great.

Emphasizing my position in an attempt to stick together a little bit, but it's getting vain.

Marion is laughing at me.

"Senior Liam doesn't like to lose."

"I don't think you're losing. Besides, it's not a trail to be here, is it? That's what I'm talking about."

You were listening to what I said, and the noble officials have turned their mushy faces.

Marion shrugs her shoulders deliberately and calls me by highlighting my name.

"The only thing I can say about that here is Senior Liam. The boulder is the Earl of Banfield."

I guess I cared around this guy.

I have many noble children who heard my name and turned a blind eye. Some idiots stare at me for not knowing me.

When I glanced back at him, his surroundings rushed to take him.

"You're so smart."

Praise Marion, he's a little lit up.

"Anyone can do this much. What more could the Count do without taking him around? I thought at least a few of you would follow me?

Rosetta, who serves just like me, is followed by her surroundings.

But I don't need it.

No - I don't have any surroundings.

I just recently educated him a little bit to tighten up.

There were the barons who licked me and rotted me and the ones who betrayed me. So those kids - they threw them all into a reputable army re-education facility without question.

As it turns out, my surroundings are gone.

I thought Wallace would stay, but he's a former royal family, even if he rots.

A special job was prepared in the palace.

Thanks to which the child is zero.

- Where I can see it, though.

When me and Marion get in the elevator, we're alone. Marion, who left her back on the wall, waves to me about her childhood school.

"More than that, I wanted to ask you once. Is it true you killed your opponent in a motorized knight tournament at a preschool? There were so many other legends I couldn't believe."

"Legend? I don't know, but you killed a piece of garbage called Derrick."

In front of me called plain, Marion said, "Was it true?" I was surprised. I thought there would be records at the time, but they said the instructors hid them.

I wouldn't have a choice because it's a childhood school stain.

"Is it true that the story of the punch into the second school building? And then I hear the second school building got a May fly in discipline, too?

"I don't know about discipline, but it's true I punched him in"

I was free then, so I took Kurt and Wallace and punched him in.

Memories in kindergarten school, but Rosetta is too chocolate to seem all vain.

How hard do you think you've struggled for him?

"I heard you were good, but you've done a lot of bad"

"If you're even good at grades, you keep your teachers quiet."

"- Senior Liam is interesting."

Marion's eyes at me seemed to set the rules.

"I'm not glad they're interested in you. Give up your support for the Olgren family."

"Can I make you feel a little bit better?

"I said I'm busy."

I'm really busy, so I don't have time to be involved with the Olgren family.

If the two of us went outside because the elevator had arrived at its destination, there would have been a bunch of newcomers there for the quarter.

who have seriously broken through the exam.

who entered with connections or bribes.

And nobles who are our natural winners.

It's a square like having an induction ceremony, but it's like a party venue. Preparations are underway for a standing party.

That's a banquet as it is today.

The boulders are empires! I haven't had a tough briefing since day one.

I saw a man in a red suit in the lobby earlier, ignoring me, gathering other nobles around to make a joke.

When he saw me coming, he raised the left mouth edge small and laughed.

A man in a red suit comes to me.

"You're the Earl of Banfield."

"Yes."

"Master Randy wants to say hello."

"Randy?"

Marion, who was behind my diagonal, tells me in a whisper.

"[Langlan] It's the Marquis. [Randy Sele Langlan]. - Cleo's cousin, the Marquis."

His Royal Highness Cleo's real mother's home is the Marquis of Langlan.

I mean, it wasn't a strange house to be the back shield of His Highness Cleo if it was supposed to be.

But I'm the shield behind His Highness Cleo.

"Do you use your men to call on the future Duke? Get your husband here."

When the black clothes were obviously wolfish, I looked back and saw Randy. He also drinks spit around and watches.

Rooted Randy walks over here.

"You're excused, Count Banfield. When I heard His Highness Cleo was taking care of me, I was also concerned about you as a cousin. Nice talking to you like this."

Until now, I've decided Cleo doesn't have an emperor bud, and even though he hasn't provided support, this is the saying.

I say the same thing.

"Rest assured. I'll take good care of this."

If you smile at him, Randy will smile at you - and you'll be hostile to me. When you gain as much strength as I do, it's easy to see what they're thinking.

Especially if he doesn't have the strength to deal with it.

Randy gives me the glass he received from his men.

"From now on, the Langlans will also support Cleo. Until now, we had misunderstandings with each other, and we couldn't support them satisfactorily. You put a lot of work into Count Banfield, too."

Cleo, who is likely to take the throne, seems to be spared by now.

Right. That's a shame.

But I won't give it to you.

"No problem. His Highness Cleo's faction is well put together. However, it would be comforting if the Langlans would join us. Why don't we join forces?"

Except you're under me!

I had a toast with Randy, and I drank up.

Cleo's home finally came out.

- I thought you'd come someday.