Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

The unheard footsteps stopped in front of the room, put one breath down and the door of the room opened.

The person - a shadow that turned backlit and didn't see the details, but at one glance Carlo knew that was the person he had been waiting for, smiling pale as he sat back in his chair.

"- Welcome back, Your Highness. I was wondering if I could make it."

"I'm sorry, there's a lot of idiots coming after him until we get here."

I miss it, and then Carlo filled his chest with a desire to cry just that, to a voice I felt I'd heard until earlier, and I couldn't get the words to go on.

"And you, you're not surprised at all. The rest of them were ghosts, but -- well, it's not a mistake -- they looked like they saw it."

Carlo grinned deeper when he was told that.

"... how's it going out there?

"Hmm? Yeah, the looting is a paragraph away. I guess the royal palace (here) is over now because it's where surviving royalty, nobility, and officials are publicly executed, or some idiot who will light the fire one of these days"

Carlo narrowed his eyes to that voice that conveyed a hint of loneliness while saying it like any other HR.

"That's good... no, I'm still sorry"

"What the hell? Which one is it?

"... unfortunately, there will be no more places for memories between me and Your Highness -"

At that moment, we came to each other's breasts with many memories from our childhood.

Everything was shining.

Everything was a treasure.

Days when everything won't arrive anymore...

"Right. We used to walk down the Royal Palace tunnel and the way out."

"It's not each other, because I'm the result of being attached to His Highness. If I'd found out now, Your Highness would have killed me with a sealed mouth."

When told to blame slightly, the opponent scratched around his cheek in a bad way.

With such an unchanging habit, Carlo loosened his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, but, well, that made it easy for me to get into the royal palace this time, and I could bowl with the jerks along the way, and it turned out good, didn't it?

"That's really a coincidence. How hard I struggled because of the action I took just about every time I went there. - That so, Your Majesty was cut off?

"No, Aniki tried to escape, so he slaughtered him, but if he was a jerk, he would cry and beg for his life, and the princess also decided to go into the line of executions currently awaiting order.... but what the heck, I wonder if that's reality with the symbol of this country to defeat, it sounds like some kind of really stupid story about the political activity I've been doing."

When I was a kid, I seemed to be absolutely immutable, but I went on to blur.

"Did you finally figure it out? At all, you don't realize it's not until you've always acted..."

To such hatred, the shadow was in a fed up state and scratched his hair with grudge.

"- I don't know about you... from what I've heard, he said something nasty about wanting the princess to be punished for her sins, but another novel in front of the person of the day?

"I was going to, but if you put yourself in front of me, you wouldn't stop. … well this is the last time, listen carefully"

………

You understood the meaning of the word, the shadow shut its mouth as it stood at the door.

"- Yes, that's why I'm not surprised and why I said it was good,"

As he spoke, Carlo drank desperately of what had come up and took one note out of his nostalgia.

"... In fact, I was the same person who used the Royal Escape Road. You can't say anything about Your Highness. And with all due disrespect, I moved Angelica's body to this location first, as the mobs were in danger of slipping into for the royal cemetery's by-features. Bury again later at His Highness's hands. - Or will you be returned to the world at the hands of His Majesty Hiyuki, just like His Highness?

If so, the shadow shook his head lightly in response to a pale expectation to see him.

"No, I mean it's too much time and even the power of the princess is difficult. And the princess doesn't care."

In the back of the shadow brain that answered so, the words exchanged with Scarlet Snow came to life.

'This is blasphemy of the dead. Well, if you've had an unemployed death or an accidental accident, I wouldn't even think about it, but it's outrageous to revive a suicidal person. Wouldn't it be pathetic to send you back to hell? So I want her to be reborn normally. -' Cause if you're reborn, I can believe you a little. '

"- Really, I wanted to say a word of apology to Master Angelica, but well that's going to be done over there..."

………

"So when I transferred Angelica's body, I checked her coffin, and there was a statement from Her Majesty that her body had disappeared, and that she smelled something like it, so... is he a hopeful observation?"

"... so this is the end? You were an out-of-the-box fool, too."

A shadow that steps into the room with that said.

The smell of blood, dense as it was, filled the whole room, became tangled all over the shadow.

"Well, the Lord was the fool, so I guess at some point the fool got to it"

While slapping him so lightly, Asil Claude, who received a note from Carlo's hand, drifting a dead minister all over his face, and removed the mask of the rare (barely) man, leaked a sigh to the appearance of his opponent, who had no power to stand up with his whole body slashed.

"You're so talented, you don't have to."

Then I remember the body of the mob that was rolling down the hallway outside the room.

Perhaps this room - the result of Carlo holding up his body by himself - is the people who tried to break in here for looting purposes, which was his own private room.

"I will not come, because I am the servant of His Highness Asil Claude."

"Are you a squire?

"... No, His Majesty also told me. You're a bad friend."

Smile happily.

"It must be!

The broken face, Asil Claude, pulled out a long sword (Augustroke) that was lowering to her waist.

"- It's time for the limit. Do you need some help?

"Please"

Asil Claude turns to Carlo, who bows his head with a clear expression and holds his sword with a somewhat lonely look.

"Have you ever left anything out?

"... sorry, Your Highness!!"

Asil Claude smiled back at the cry of shaking all her soul.

"- Never mind. It'll be me and you."

"Yes, thank you"

In a moment, a light flashed in the darkness.

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"Yes, I'll give you"

A collard guild leader stares at a small box offered with a full smile, even a horrible bomb.

"... What is this?

"It's a national seal. The former king just gave me a present, but I don't need me, so I'll give it to you."

As soon as possible, the collard guild leader backwards with his eyes peeled and his hands waved in great haste.

"Yes, I don't want to! You can't go back when you receive something like that!

No, I don't think I can go back.

"- Are you saying that you will not accept what the princess has given you...?

A strangely quiet tone confirmed what was happening.

But when I look closely, my eyes become the beast's, and my fangs peek from the mouth I hid with a fan.

Together, he gazed at the Collard Guild Leader in the way that the round table members who were surrounding him and all of the Demon Army were murderous.

I shrugged my shoulders gently toward the guild length, distressed as I grew sloppy and sweaty.

"No, I'll throw this stuff away if I don't need you. Because it feels more like an authentic successor to the current state, so it can appeal to the surrounding countries. But then this country will be a colony under Imperial Crimson."

And Sophia, the Great Ghost Princess (Auga Princess), who had listened in silence, raised her hand.

"Um, if this country is going to belong to the princess, can I eat as much as I like Ningen?

"It would be irrespective. Kill all you can eat, play all you want."

Akaho chuckled.

"So can I eat Ara from Ningen's nest, which I couldn't eat for the first time?

"You can do whatever you want with Ara or in another country. There will be as many humans as there are, and there will be more."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

... Sounds like it's a matter of policy to invade another country already.

"... here. Because of you, it's a world crisis."

"Wow, is it my fault?!"

All of a sudden, he's a collard guild chief who's pushed for full responsibility and gives a barbaric voice, but I can't sympathize. If I'd just said yes, I wouldn't have had a problem.

Responsibility for the management of demons? I don't know.

"Well, that's why I'd like to discuss it peacefully with each other, if possible."

Before the collard guild chief, who quietly dropped his shoulder, he again offered a small box with a national seal.

"Does your term 'peace' refer to the state in which you held your opponent back with fear and violence? I think it's a little more peaceful to fight pirates and ethnic conflicts."

"It's a disagreement around there. Well, 'there can't be anything that makes life easier but violence.' And I'm sure it's quick."

I don't know if you're listening to me like that, but the Collard Guild Commander took a deep deep breath and received the small box offered in front of him.

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The war between Imperial Crimson and the kingdom of Amitia ended in just half a day.

On the same day, rebellion broke out in the king's capital, Cardia, and those who were the lords of royalty and nobility were executed, virtually the kingdom of Amitia collapsed, but the free city of Ara, backed by Imperial Crimson, the victorious nation, and the guilds of domestic adventurers and commercial guilds who quickly endorsed it, ran to suppress the rebellion.

Three days later, peace was restored to the country.

Collard Jokratol Adornato, former Adventurer Guild Director of the free city of Ara, soon became king of the vacancy as interim king. The name of the country shall be renamed the Republic of Amitia.

This will be described in the future as a fabric to revamp the kingship into a republican system (it is also said that King Collard himself had explained to those close to him "a return of interest to the Emperor Imperial Crimson").

In the same month, the signing of the Mutual Inviolability Pact with Imperial Crimson was also oriented in large numbers to see it as colonisation by indirect rule of Imperial Crimson in the middle of the way from the content of the Pact.

That said, the confusion converged in around January and, as a kitchen in the western part of the continent, the impact on other countries was minimized, so was the appreciation of King Collard, and for one thing peace came.

Nevertheless, this year marked the first monumental year that the name Imperial Crimson was written in the history books of the continent.

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Aeon Sacred King Sacred Capital Facsimile.

In the heart of the city, where the city itself is a temple, there was a tower so enormous that it penetrated a heaven of unknown material called the 'Tower of the Pale God'.

High priests can't go in without permission, not even the Archpope. Top floor of that tower.

A bird, about the size of a crow and with polar-colored feathers, coming in through an open window, stopped at the tree as it rang "Ahoy, Ahoy".

The person who raised his face to the voice - a saintly man who would have doubted his eyes if he were on this occasion, a different man with bronze scaly skin in blue hair - walked up to the side of the bird when he rose from his lavish chair.

"Are you back? Tell me which one you've been looking at."

He reached out to the bird as he said, twisted its neck in an instant and killed it, swallowing it whole with a wide open mouth.

With that posture, I kept my eyes closed for a while, but eventually the laughter that pushed me to death out of its mouth began to leak.

"... Kukukukuku, I thought it was because I heard" Imperial Crimson, "but isn't it really Scarlet Snow? I didn't expect to see you this way."

Then he turned his glimmering gaze on Guillari and desire, overhead.

"I'm really excited, when I'm going to hand fold those flowers. I'll love you then. Kukukukukukukuku......"

The man's laughter stuck inside the top floor room where no one was.