Invincible Saint ~Salaryman, the Path I Walk to Survive in This Other World~
258 Parents and children
Lionel knew his son had poisoned him.
Gladys' face, the son of Lionel when he was so declared, was clearly wolfish.
"... how could I not hesitate to drink while I noticed the poisoned liquor"
Gladys leaned over and was under the impression that he was managing to twist the words out.
That gave the impression as if the little one was found pranking and waiting to be told the punishment.
Lionel looks at Gladys and starts to sigh and talk once.
"The assassination of a heavy town in the country is capital punishment. It didn't work for me unless it was poisonous or equivalent. If it doesn't work, it's not an assassination, it's just a drink with my son."
"It was just - for that reason... Though it would be the Great General of the Empire. Just in case. And yet..."
Lionel took control of Gladys by hand.
"It was Mitos' last wish. One day, Gladys will come to the bar and ask you to raise it."
"... Mother"
Gladys didn't seem to think there was a reason for that, and he sat up on the spot.
So does my master, but you don't even know a lot about Lionel.
Lionel is noble in the first place, so is it weirder not to be married...... I envy him.
The Magic Formation chant is already spinning over, listening to the conversation between the two, alerting the cloud and the demon tribe to their movements.
Hmm? I thought Lionel saw this one for a second.
But was that my fault, Lionel's gaze suits Gladys?
I can't read Lionel's intentions, but maybe it's time for a fight.
"It's Gladys. I have already left the empire. So it doesn't matter what happens to the Empire."
"Doesn't matter... you're not going back to the Empire anymore?
"Oh. So you don't care anymore. Again, I'm not going back to the Empire... but only this demonization is taking place in my name, right?
"If you were a former general of the Empire, you'd know about the Empire today. With this power, even continental unity is possible."
"It's Gladys. I am already away from the empire. If His Majesty is distracted, we must correct this empire."
Gladys lets Lionel with a sword wave his body.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry it's so exciting, but even if the real thing comes back to this country now, I'm in trouble."
"Become!? What do you do?"
Cloud moved all the way behind Gladys and pressed a dagger against his neck.
"I don't care if they betray me face-to-face. You are still alive because you are the son of a warrior general there. About the end of the day, when it helps me, die."
When Cloud told him all that, Gladys' eyes vanished and he walked out toward Lionel with all due respect.
Completely enslaved......
I tried to activate the dispel immediately, but I couldn't do that.
From below the earth burst forth, and from above the ceiling fell as sharp as an ice column.
I understand that this is the real Mr. Bazak.
But not only that, but the Demons were trying to move in unison.
Instantly activated the sanctuary junction.
I hear multiple bouncing sounds coming from the front.
I guess I touched the sanctuary junction.
I activated the purification wave and then the dispel on Gladys, thinking it was really cumbersome.
"Lionel, the slave print should have disappeared. But don't be alarmed.
Thank you. I'll sit down.
I heard Lionel's voice firmly.
I didn't think you'd suddenly be attacked from below and above with no chant.
I also thought that the rise of the ground would cause the sanctuary junction to collapse, but I managed to maintain it.
And the attack from the ceiling... was being taken by Paula's golem.
And before I gave my instructions, it was Keffin, Ketty and Estea who attacked the Demons.
It wipes out the weak demon clan with purification waves at once.
I guess I didn't see him as a demonized person because he was originally a demonic subpoena.
It was a terrible attack.
The demons summoned to the cloud reduce that number at once.
I activated the dispel by deciding it was me and Mr. Bazak was being manipulated too.
Because I wanted to think it was an order that I was preparing attack magic for this one without a word.
But he understood that the slave print had disappeared, or he was going to start chanting.