In a Different World with a Smartphone

"Ha... here we are..."

When I arrived in Berge, Wang capital, and saw its white palace, that was what I accidentally leaked.

That one, looks like Taj Mahal in India. A total marble tomb temple said to have been built by the Emperor for the Lady of Love. White Asian building with the meaning "Crown Palace".

Well, I just felt similar, and many different parts of it.

The white palace stands out amazingly compared to the streets and walls made of sun-dried bricks. It's the kind of city where Indian palaces were mixed up in the Arabian Night world, to paraphrase.

There is no denying that the city where carriages run still feels undeveloped compared to Belfast. But the liveliness of those there was by no means inferior to that.

Various races are going out and showing the bustle. A wide variety of cultures are mixed and developed. I thought that was what this city looked like.

Through a street lined with tall buildings, crossing a long bridge to the palace. Running over the waterways patrolled by the capital, he entered the palace grounds.

Out of the carriage, Mr. Origa, five of us, and Mr. Garn and eight of Mr. Lion walk sideways through the garden of the palace. Little birds played in the beautiful garden, and from above the trees planted at equal intervals, squirrels looked at this one.

Up the long stairs and into the palace. The bright sun pours out of the ceiling lights, which go hand in hand with the marble whites, dazzling and glowing.

We made our way through the center of the courtyard, down the corridor lined with cylinders, to the back, in front of a large door decorated with decorations.

Gigigigigigi, and the soldiers of the gatekeeper open the door with a light twist.

In the spreading red carpet, between the glances of light slipping through the skylight, there were various sub-people lined to the left and right. Nobody and he are in fine shape, like the heavy ministers of this country, but they seem to have horns, wings, and different races.

And the king of this land sat on the throne, which was a little higher in the midst of the sight.

Beast King Jamka Blau Mismid. Looks like a snow leopard beast. He is about in his early 50s. From its face, which grew white hair and white beard, I feel the strength and intimidation of being king. I feel a pranky light somewhere along with indescribable force from my sharp eyes.

We all fell on one knee in front of the Beast King and drowned our heads.

"Your Majesty... we are returning from the Kingdom of Belfast, Origa Strand"

"Um, it was daunting"

The Beast King nods quietly. I can also speak to Mr. Garn and Mr. Lion, who then refrain behind Mr. Origa.

"I am glad that Gurn, and the Knight Hall of Belfast, have also successfully served as Origa's escort"

"" Ha ha ""

And the Beast King looks at this one, narrowing his eyes, with a small grin.

"Those are the men from King Belfast, aren't they? You think you defeated a dragon that attacked the village of Eldo just by those people on your journey? Is that a fact?

"Yes, you're right. Four other people than me here have exorcised the Black Dragon who attacked the village."

It was Yumina, who stood up quietly, who answered the Beast King's question with perseverance.

"... What happened?

What did the Beast King do with a suspicious face to the girl who turned her gaze to herself, without being a little nervous during the glance.

"I'm late for my application. King of the Kingdom of Belfast, Tristwyn Ernest Belfast is his daughter, Yumina Erneau Belfast."

The twist spreads between the glances. That's right, because a princess of a country suddenly showed up. I know the circumstances. Mr. Origa and Mr. Lion are still surprised that Mr. Garn peeled his eyes off.

"Oh my... why did you come to my country, Princess of Belfast?

"That's how important our alliance with Mismid is to our country. This is a letter from your father. Please confirm."

That's what I say. I take a single letter out of my pocket. When did you get that? Oh, when you were temporarily evacuating to the Royal Palace in Belfast in the village?

One of the nearest sides receives the writ respectfully and hands it to the Beast King of the Throne. When he opens the seal and glances through it, King Mismid smiles at Yumina.

"I see...... Aye, okay. Think positively about what's written here and come up with an answer in the near future. Until then, the princess and her people will relax and spend time in our palace."

Handed over the letter nearby, and the Beast King said so quietly to us.

"And that's enough of the hard talk. I've been wondering about one thing for a while now..."

The eyes of the Beast King are pointed at Amber beside me. Well, you'd care, normal.

"Are those white tigers with you?

"Yes, of the Winter Night Hall here... you're like a squire"

"Goh."

Amber answers briefly to affirm. White tigers are considered sacred in mismids. I wondered how to treat that as a squire, but no one was complaining because they weren't restrained by collars, leads, etc.

The Beast King stared at Amber, but eventually turned his eyes quietly towards me.

"... I see. Has the brave man who followed the white tiger taken the dragon? Hehe, it's been a long time since my blood rolled. What do you say, winter and night? Don't you want to stand with one non?

"What?"

As I raised my dumb voice as a pocan, the ministers around me sighed like a mixture of giving up. Oh, what, that?

Behind the royal palace in White Ya was a wide arena of fighting. It's like a Roman Colosseum. This country is really too multicultural.

I was brought here to compete with the Beast King. What the hell is this about, man?

"I'm sorry, Winter Night Hall. When His Majesty the Beast sees the strong, he can't help but stand. Honestly, we're in trouble."

With that said, it was Mr. Graz, the prime minister of this country, who apologized to me. He is a winged man with gray wings. Are you in your late 40s? He wears the same gray robe as his wings and grows a moustache.

"There's one thing here, because I think it's better to be in pain with Gatsun. Do your best."

"No, no, no. Though you must be kings. Is that okay, so?

I look at Mr. Graz with a frightened eye. [M] Then the people who had refrained beside Mr. Graz also complained orally.

"I don't care, do what you want. For the most part, what does His Majesty think of the affairs of the state! If you think you've lost your temper, you're in the Warriors' training, and you're beating them all up!

"I came up with a new weapon the other day! Or so I said, I flew all the way to the blacksmith! All my plans after that were slack and how hard I struggled!

He said to me, "Let's raise the country and hold a martial arts tournament." Where do you say you have such a budget! Hey!? "

... Looks like Mismid's heavy ministers are having a hard time too. You're a weird king. No, the king of Belfast feels a lot weird, too.

For now, grab a wooden sword and head to the center of the arena. The audience was lined up with my colleagues, the Mismid ministers, and the captain class of the Mismid Warriors.

His Majesty the Beast King also waited with a wooden sword in one hand and a wooden shield in one hand. I was reluctant to shield myself because I was a hindrance to movement and because I wasn't used to using it.

"The battle will be fatal if one is serious. Take the blow, or until you admit to losing yourself. Can also be used as a wizard. However, the use of direct attack magic on the main unit is prohibited. May I speak to both parties?

A shallow, black-skinned, horned man serving as a referee explains to each other the Beast King and me. No direct magic attacks, huh? Hmm, what should I do? The heavy minister's asking me to do it with Gatsun, and I don't think it's helpful to hesitate.

"Um... are you sure you want to do this?

"Heh heh, no need to bother. Think of it as a real battle. Use all your hands and let Non win!

The Beast King laughs with pleasure. No. This is serious. I don't think I'm in my 50s. I'm muscular, and I guess I'm working out.

I can't help it. That's what you're saying. Do you intend to do it in action?

And it came to pass, when the Horned man of judgment lifted up his right hand wide, and alternated between me and the king of beasts, that he waved down his hand with momentum.

"Okay, here we go!

"Slip"

"Duh!?

Soon! And His Majesty the Beast King swoops and falls. I stuffed the gap with distance and stuck the wooden sword down His Majesty's throat.

"Yes, it's settled"

"Hey, hey, wait! This would be none!? What is that now?!?

"It's my unattributed magic" slip ". If it wasn't for assault magic, it was for Ali."

"No, no, no! That's no good! It would be a battle or something before that!

His Majesty the Beast King wastes time on an unconvincing settlement. Well, I don't know how it feels. But in fact, if it's a real fight, this is what works best. It doesn't work for those flying in the sky though.

"One more time! Now without that magic!

"Uh... what do you want to do -? The Chancellors?

I speak to the Chancellor, Mr. Graz. For a moment, they looked like they didn't know why, but I just smile nymphomaniacally when I understand "ah".

"Right. Do you have any more problems because this interferes with the administration?"

"G., Graz! Don't say that, just a little. Just a little, huh?

"I didn't say that."

His Majesty the Beast King rushes to the Chancellor and discusses with him. "I'll do it right!" or "Because I don't skip anymore!" or something like that. It seemed like the heavy ministry was offering a lot of conditions for that, but eventually His Majesty dropped his shoulder small. The prime ministers let me out, I think I drank a lot of terms. Did I do something wrong...?

"Winter night which. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, for another battle -!

His Majesty the Beast King stands before me again in the wake of the sound of Mr. Graz, who seems relieved and delighted. Oh, are you a little angry?

"Look, now that magic is forbidden!

Copy that, sir.

Re-split again. The referee waved his right hand down again.

"Begin!"