In a Different World with a Smartphone

Gatagotto and carriages travel throughout the city of Curray, the capital of the Kingdom of Sandra. While the consolidated path cannot be described as superior to flattery, the suspension of Rosetta's special carriage seems to absorb the shock reasonably well.

The view of the city from the window of the carriage is, to be honest, obsolete. I can see the walls that have been ripped off and the roofs that have collapsed. Some wooden houses are like digging huts, mixed in with reddish brick houses.

This seems to be a so-called lower class residential area, an area inhabited by citizens who are said to be second-class citizens.

"You don't seem very happy."

"Well, this isn't life..."

Rants, a rookie knight sitting opposite me, similarly looked out the window and shared his thoughts.

When I told the Chancellor, Takasaka, that I was headed to Sandra as a messenger, he told me to take him as your go-to. I don't trust you...... If they hadn't sold us a fight, we wouldn't be copying it like it would.

He really wanted to put it around the vice president, Mr. Nicolas, but he became him because it is also impossible for the vice president, who is higher in rank than the messenger, to be the escort.

There are about four others, but they are all in the other carriage that leads behind them.

I could have gone with a "fly" or something at once, but for once, I usually came this far because I was "a messenger of Brunhild, who has deposited protests from the tribe of the Tree King".

Until outside the Wang capital, I came at the "gate."

Pam, who has entrusted us with the text of the protest, has nothing to do with it, so get on the side of King Sandra! And it was a sword curtain. That would definitely be war if the other tribes got on board. Pam, as an individual, I know you want to get on board, but I guess you also have a position as a chief.

"You still have a lot of slaves. As His Majesty says, you are not even fed satisfactorily, and many are thin and thin. Fighting slaves seem to be fed quite a bit."

"Well, because you're a slave to fighting. You can't fight on an empty stomach when you have a problem. Instead, they shield their lives."

Even second-class citizens seemed to own the slaves, and they were able to see each other all over the city. A slave who seems to be bent would be a battle slave such as a store caution stick.

Some of the slaves were beastmen and other subpeople. Maybe they've been caught from somewhere, too. Everyone wore crude worn clothes and the limbs peeking from it were thin and fading.

"No, Rants," Your Majesty "is lame. I don't know where they're going to ask."

"Also, I'm sorry. Then what do you call me..."

I realized to Rantz, who I've been afraid to ask, that I hadn't decided what to call him. Uhm.

"Doran, but do you want to name it? Micah's father's name, though."

"Hey, sire!? Nothing for me and Mr. Micah!

Rants turning red and his voice absurd. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh he Mostly via flower-love-sister.

Well, that's about it to tease me. Right......

"..." Robin Hood "... No, would you even call me" Robin Roxley ""

"Is this Robin Roxley? So you and Ambassador Roxley?

"Right. I don't like bows, though."

The messenger's clothes I'm wearing are light green, so I just came out with my mouth shut.

By the way, I'm "Mirage" and I don't have the phantom all over me. [M] I'm just changing my hair and the color of my hair and my eyes a little bit. That would change my impression a lot. Well, I don't think there are many people around here who know me.

The carriage ran through the secondary city and reached the gate of the primary city.

Soldiers in fine leather armor get stuck and stop the carriage.

"From here on out, only those with permission can get through! Where are you from? Name it!

"This is it. We are from the Principality of Brunhild. Our coming must have rewarded your country beforehand."

"Brunhild......? Chip, wait here, I'll check."

A soldier peers this way through the window and comes calling out to prestigious heights disappears behind the gate as he pounds his tongue.

"That attitude towards the envoys of one country...... What kind of education do you have?"

"Sandra barely interacts with other countries. I may just be unfamiliar with these things..."

It's a little muggy when you just get the attitude that you have more troublesome jobs.

Then they waited a long time, and I finally got permission.

"Go through. Don't make a scene."

Is this attitude even when you find out you're an official messenger? You're totally licked. Sometimes Sandra is a geographically isolated land, and has never been invaded by another country before. Until then if you say it's because you haven't been with other countries for years, but don't you even think about how that attitude would make an impression on the envoys of other countries?

When the carriage runs out, I'm amazed at the unusual streets. Unlike the second-degree town earlier, a well-maintained cobbled street and a house with white walls. A well-dressed resident wearing luxurious ornaments is walking with a slave.

Unlike the second-degree city slaves I saw earlier, the clothes weren't worn out, but they still don't look happy.

"I heard the disparities were terrible, but so far..."

Rants snaps as he peeks out the window. Certainly the difference between a primary and a secondary city is cloud mugging.

At the end of the road, a magnificent castle is built, made of solid stone walls, just climbing a gentle slope. The castle in its square-form had a cylindrical tower on all sides of the walls, creating a cosmetic atmosphere.

Was that castle also built by slaves?

When I arrived at the castle gate, did I hear from you this time, or was I let through? Still, the gatekeeper stared at me.

Get off the carriage and continue along the corridor of the Royal Palace, guided by a man in a grumpy robe who came out of the castle. Me and the five knights, including the Rants that followed me, were taken away with weapons other than daggers in front of each other.

With caution. Well, I don't know because I'm meeting the king now.

Passed and knelt in the sight. Around were probably Sandra's heavy ministers and generals, plus slave soldiers of guard lined up sloppily. If you're here like this, you won't be serious about one or two swords. Well, I guess it's just in case.

"And the messenger that it came more from Brunhild? You think you've come at the request of the people of the Tree Sea for everything? Thank you for your hard work."

A bald-headed man wearing a red and black robe, supposedly the Chancellor, opens his mouth. He's a disgusting tone man.

On the throne glowing in the kinglikin behind it sat a bukbuk and a fat man, flue fluted with sleepy eyes. I thought it was an oak for a moment......

Next to the throne, a slave woman, almost half-naked, with thin clothes and a "slavery collar," was kneeling with an ashtray.

Over the head of thin, oak-like hair is placed a crown of pure gold. Is this the King of the Kingdom of Sandra, Abdal Jarba Sandra III? Whatever you think, you don't look famous. I don't think you should judge me by my appearance.

Both sides of the throne are decorated with Kinkira armor helmets and swords again. The sword was scattered with gems again, but for once it looks like a sword for action. I mean, you can never wear that oak, can you? Sizewise.

Without taking such a rude thought, I begin to speak to King Sandra.

"My name is Robin Loxley. As of now, the demands of the people of the Tree Sea demand that the tribes brought by this Warriors of Warcraft be returned immediately."

"Say no."

The king slammed the flue into the ashtray where the slave held it, blocking my words as I began to state the matter. And when I let the slave woman refill the tobacco leaves, she receives the lit flue again and spits out puffiness and smoke again.

After stroking the cheeks of the young lady slave with nasty hands, she smiles with a nibbly thin smile and opens her mouth without even looking at this one.

"The number of slaves is lacking. Give it back."

"... that you attacked a tribe of tree seas to capture them as slaves?

"What's wrong with that? There are no sardines to be commanded by another country. Well, it doesn't matter if a small country just sneezes out."

King Sandra throws his words with a niggardly laugh.

A convicted criminal? After all, they invaded the sea of trees at the behest of the state.

"... Want a war with the tribes of the Tree Sea?

"War? There's no way it's going to be a war. They are nothing but a gathering of a few tribes. To our Warriors of Warcraft."

"The Tree King's tribe is in friendship with my Brunhild. Do we have a place to stay?

Pickled and frowning, the king came forward as he sat in his chair.

"Don't get on with it, okay? Your king seems to be making some mistakes, but it doesn't matter how much you take a giant soldier or something. If you mean hostile to Sandra, be careful not to fall asleep at best. We also have under our control those who are good at all assassinations. You can always kill your king."

A laugh leaks from all around King Sandra's words. No, you can't. These guys. Always this guy is the only fool. I'm willing to be hostile from the start. I don't wonder where that confidence comes from. I just don't think I see the world situation at all.

King Sandra rings his finger. Slave soldiers around them pulled out their swords simultaneously.

We get up, too, and the Rants pull out the dagger, which is also the only weapon the escort knight has.

"What kind of imitation is this?

"What, the messenger didn't come to this castle? Since Astar's capital crumbled, there has been a shortage of slaves. We are gathering from other countries, but in a month you will be reborn into submissive slavery. Because we have excellent teachers in our country."

To the king who laughs at me, I'm just so stunned, I don't even have a voice. I knew these guys, they seemed to be crowded in other countries. The other kings are right, it's not a busy country. I was the fool who expected anything at all......

Not that I was pretty, but I was made to fool myself so far and disgusted that I was kneeling quietly. You don't have to shy away from that attitude.

I expected them to be a little more like a belly explorer, but they were dumber than I thought.

"... asshole"

"What?"

Sigh and take out a splendid bench from "Storage" that can't even beat King Sandra's sitting throne.

Sitting there, he swung back toward the king, putting his legs together and elbows on his elbows.

"I'll deal with them if this is all stupid. This one will be stupid too. Oh, guys, that's enough. Let's end the play. Because it looks like these guys want to go to war."

"You... you know what's going on?

The king stands up and stares at this one. Whoa, I think you're getting a little angry. Though your face is getting red.

"The situation is nothing. I'm glad I know what this country is all about. Dumb subordinate to a king who is too stupid. You know the phrase" frogs in the well, don't know the ocean "? A frog in a well means you don't know the wide ocean."

"Kill these guys!

"Listen."

Slave soldiers who have been cut off are blocked by an invisible wall two meters in front of us. I'm going to stretch out the "shield" magic. Well, then.

"Become!? You said something about Robin! Who is it?

"Uh, that's a pseudonym. My real name is Hope Moon Winter Night. You said you could kill anytime, the Duke of Brunhild. Nice to meet you, King Sandra."

Release "Mirage" and restore the color of your hair and eyes. If it's totally hostile, you don't have to hide it anymore.

"He said he was the Duke of Brunhild!? Stupid, why would a king of a country go so far...!

"I'm originally an adventurer and my footwork is light. I think you should exercise, too, huh? Obviously overweight."

From King Oak, who is gripping the flue and squeaking his teeth, a slave woman backs off with a look of fear.

"What are you doing! If this guy is really the Duke of Brunhild, it's convenient! Do it!

Slave soldiers and generals again turn to the words of the bald Chancellor who gave the order, but half-physical attacks can all be prevented by a "shield".

"Flame, come on, red streak, fire arrow!

A Sandra mage who saw a physical attack ineffective flew a flaming arrow as she cast a flaming spell.

"Reflections"

Return it politely with reflective magic. The three flaming arrows bounced off hit the magician and the minister who was beside him, blowing away.

"An attack upon finding out with a king of a nation. Can I see that you totally blew the war out of there?

"You idiot. If I kill you here and bury you from darkness to darkness, anything will happen. There's no way the Duke of Brunhild is here, is there?

That's what King Sandra says with a pulled laugh. Is this guy stupid? Don't you even know I can use the gate? [M] There's no way we're getting out of here. Well, I'm not running.

"I'll say it again. You want to go to war?

"We have Warcraft Warriors and Slave Soldiers in our country. Soldiers who keep fighting till they die. Don't think you can make Sandra your enemy unharmed?

Oh, man, he sounds like a real idiot.

"Sorry, Brunhild isn't willing to deal with Sandra. No, not exactly. You don't even have to deal with them."

"What?

King Sandra frowns in surprise.

I sat on my bench, palmed towards King Sandra, and activated unattributed magic.

"Sports"

A "collar of slavery" appears in his hands. A slave woman who was trying to stay away from King Sandra and hide in Kinkira's armor helmet was suddenly surprised by the feeling of a collar gone. When the king saw it, he peeled his eyes and was surprised.

"Become!?

"This" collar of slavery "... but I actually found myself remembering a magic wave that could be called the top master besides the master remembered in the collar. I mean, King Sandra, it's your magic wave."

I explain as I twirl and turn the collar. Mostly to the slave soldiers that surround us.

It's obvious if you think about it. Slaves are absolutely obedient to their masters. Those who have acquired so many such slaves will be in trouble if they flip an anti-flag against the King.

As a superior commander over his master, he had granted special magical fluctuations to all the "collars of slavery".

Perhaps the magic wave is some kind of magic prop, Artifact, which is being handed down to generations of kings.

Otherwise, because when the king takes his place, the new king cannot manipulate slaves, and if it is remembered only by blood muscles, he will be able to manipulate them if he draws the blood of the royal family.

Probably the magic fluctuations of the royal family and the artifact, a magic prop that can give orders to slaves, even the secret art of the Sandra family, which functions for the first time in all these two.

"Which means you can give orders to all slaves," Slavemaster. "

"... right. All slaves strip you of their fangs with one of my orders. Watch it."

It's a terrible force indeed. It would be nice if, until now, there had been no mass production of the "collar of slavery", if this had been produced in large quantities and scattered by other countries.

People enslave people as they desire. It is nothing more than the creation of a new slave to King Sandra. It is the birth of a slave kingdom on a global scale.

But I won't let you.

"Then what happens when that master authority is taken over?

"What?"

I've been capturing all the targets in the Sandra King's Capital with my smartphone "Multiple" since earlier, but it took me a long time because of the number. All right, ready, activated.

"Cracking"