Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

Farbler, the capital of the Confederation of Cres-Kensruna, was located almost in the heart of the Kensruna country as the political and cultural centre of the Confederation.

Furbler's presence in the Kensruna country is due to the bi-perfect one-way crack at the core of the Federation, the fact that the Kingdom of Cress was originally made up of almost 100% of the nomadic ethnic Beasts, so it basically did not have a settled city and (towns about hundreds of people are dotted) the great temperament of the Beasts, who showed no interest in politics, diplomacy, etc.

In contrast, the State of Kensruna had developed active internal affairs and diplomacy, incorporating similar forms of politics in other countries, since it was a human country (,,,,) with equality vis-à-vis human beings, beasts and subpeople.

For this reason, if it were originally the Kensruna State alone, it would have created a huge city and political centre that, even though it had only a population and national power of about the size of a medium-sized state, it would only seem futile for the sake of its format and authority: the capital of the Confederation of Cres-Kensruna.

Federal presidential residence present in its capital, Farbler.

Before it was built, it was just the official residence of a representative of the Federation. There, but it was essentially a palace and a true centre of the Federation.

Bardem, the current president of the Federation, is the head of the Grand Duchy of Youth, who also has a deep relationship with the Kensruna country, who can't be flattered or handsome in appearance, and although his middle-aged body shape is unrelated to bravery, he has a childish affection somewhere and gives the impression of a favorite figure to those he meets - he was such a man of the human race.

An hour-long meeting with a representative of the Kingdom of Cress ended up just as a farewell, he moistened his thirst with a cup of tea that he had just had re-brewed as he lowered his back to the elbow chair of his missing reception set.

Then I'll get my mind back on it, tell my secretary to call a guest who's in a separate room, and then I'll also add that he cleans up the tea the previous guest left behind and prepares a new - better - tea.

Without waiting, a beautiful blonde shows up wearing a brilliant armor with a red-lined cape (but nothing like a country name or anything to tell her affiliation).

This one is as expected, but Baldem secretly frowned upon the presence of a small figure softly robed from his head standing next to him.

- Kid? You're an elf after your physique... no, I don't think so.

Think of the armored man's qualities, and shake his inner head that it can't be.

Without taking such a baldem question into consideration, the armored man just lowered his back on the couch where the representative of the Kingdom of Cress sat until he was there. The hood figure also sits next to it with a natural face, but Baldem's gaze slightly narrowed on some of its soft tricks.

- A woman.

"How was the outcome of the talks? - And you won't even have to ask, in that way. They're the ones who can't do anything, except attack the prey in front of them. You can't even look at the big picture of the country."

The armored man grins at the beast tribe that was here until he was there.

"... sure. Whatever they say, 'obey the will of the Beast King'. Not at all."

Baldem throwing up abominably.

Referring to Himself, he was also apt to slap his pussy with the ambitious, or the mutant who had forgotten the philosophy of the Federation, but from his point of view, the people who worshipped the frigid thing of being a divine beast of God, where they stopped thinking or used it on the pretext of doing nothing, were the weak ones to spit on.

Being a realist, he has always chosen and executed himself in any small decision.

Regardless, there has always been stray and pain there, but I have beaten that stray down, endured the pain, and lived in a way that I am not ashamed or sorry for my own choices.

From his perspective, all I could say was that the people of the Beastmen were really sweet, repeating that even in this case, they would follow the 'Beast King' to other purposes and so on.

- In the first place, they don't know what qualities those who stand on top need.... that the right powers and moves, with all your heart, are the 'kings'!? Ridiculous! Truth, innocent people and other incompetent things. Teachers just have to look good, I don't care about entities or anything. I just wish I could get results.

Having said that, although the influence and combat power of the Beastman tribe within the Federation is nothing but a threat, it is now in a common pace, the country would literally be divided into two parts if he were to impose a counter-invasion operation on the empire, which he is now secretly exploring - the recapture of the territory that was once taken by the empire.

Then the main fall. Even with him, that's something we want to avoid.

Given that, I can say that the current man holds all the keys.

"- Really, Aeon doesn't put a cross spear in this case, does he?

Answer the confirmation of the Baldem with a float - he named the envoy of the Eon Holy King and actually carried a secret book with the Archpope's signature and stamp on it - man.

"Whatever. My country is always neutral, so I won't put my shoulders on either side. Where the battle is prolonged and does not become Gudagda...... well, I will try to raise the name of the intermediary when you have liberated your former territory. However, it will be necessary, as a minimum, for an open state to practise Aeon sacred religion as a state religion, and not to recognize the settlement of beasts and subhuman beings."

"Hmm. There's no reason for that kind of condition.... there will be others, won't there?

Too delicious a story has its back. Not a single piece of faith, such as human goodness, Baldem saw the man with his bottom light eyes.

"This is a quick story. We want you to solve your current problems in the Federation, and we want you to solve them as quickly as you can."

Understanding what was hidden behind the languid words - that is, use force to suppress them - Valdem blushed openly.

"Sometimes we try to make a quick track record so the Federation doesn't split up and fully grasp sovereignty, we take it to the muddy internal protests first and then what? That would be the end of the line."

A man peered into the opposing Baldem's eyes.

"Isn't it originally a question of having two heads? If there's only one thing, the torso won't have a choice where to go. In essence, the Federation is like you are sovereign, and you must have been the one who tried to strike your hand while the core torso was not in two."

"That's right..."

"Then the sooner the hitter, the better?

To the hesitant Baldem, the advice of a man arrives as a whisper of the devil - but

"No, I still can't. They are either anticipating this or joining hands with the Crimson Imperial Empire. You can't even see the crimson empire's Imperial Crimson if you put a bad hand on it and eat it back."

His ego, a realist, beat this.

"I see, you're absolutely right"

The man named Eon's messenger, who was embarking on himself, put his back on the couch again - and smiled like a kid playing a prank.

"But the problem is already cleared up, too, if you say so?

"What...?

A third person, who had so far listened to the two conversations in silence, lowered the hood he had worn on his back, as he replied to the suspicious voice of Valdem.

"-Buck...... silly!?"

Underneath it was a woman, as expected - more of a girl colored in scarlet and pitch black.

The year was like 12-13 years old, or a girl so beautiful that she flushed her back without tied long black hair like silk thread, had jeweled scarlet eyes, and stood out with perfect balance, nose and nose.

It is also not just beautiful to stand by, but a worldly beautiful princess with so much elegance and mystery that she sees herself as a goddess.

But Baldem was not stunned by the beauty of the girl, because her characteristic appearance completely coded with one person who was in the report. Namely, he said it was Scarlet Snow, the Lord of the Crimson Imperial Empire.

"Such an idiot... the crimson empire Imperial Crimson, the demonic kingdom, and that Eon was hand in hand...!?!"

To that appearance, the man smiles in the face of a successful child in a prank.

"On the surface, even if you're in a sword-changing pose, but you're shaking hands under the water, and so on, that's what happens all the time, right? God's doctrine is also important, but we can't live without bread and water."

I see. The idea was very convincing for Valdem.

Turning her gaze slightly towards Scarlet Snow, she also shrugged her shoulders gently and agreed.

"Well, as far as we're concerned, I'd like to work with someone who's a winner."

Scarlet Snow responding with a voice like an adult woman, lower than I thought.

"Then you are not willing to put your shoulders in the Kingdom of Cress, Your Majesty,"

"Not at the moment. I'm going on a tour because the game to decide the Beast King seems more interesting, but that's all."

"... I see"

"What do you say? I don't know if there's a problem."

The words of the man who summed up the conversation gave the final impetus to the decision.

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Two shadows, large and small, exiting the reception room, were walking down the hallway of the President's residence.

A man with the bigger one's brilliant armor spoke to a little girl walking beside him.

"I got a hiatus. Somehow, it was helpful to finish within the time of the" Story Card. "

"Well, I wish I was safe. - So, what, did you look like Scarlet Snow? I mean, you know, I always feel like I was talking more politely, right?

Unlike earlier, in much shattered shape, the girl puts her right hand around the nod and makes a family.

"No, that's what it was like when we talked within our people. … what he said is something he's going to say."

"Is that it? Then I guess it's a success."

Smile slightly and nod.

A man who asks her with a slightly more complicated look on her face like that.

"Speaking of which, how was it, Mr. Scarlet Snow? Has it changed? I haven't seen him in a while."

"Hmm, what do you think? I didn't see it beside you because I just remembered it from afar.... ugh, I guess it was cuter than I thought. She blended in with women as much as she wanted."

That's an anomaly, the girl who goes on.

"Ha...... Really?"

"Hmm? - Really, not surprisingly, but it has been so for a long time, maybe?

"No, I was originally a person who didn't feel much of a gender or anything, and that's fascinating, including that... because I have a record of talking to some of my buddies (Gilmen) about that, so I guess that's an ant,"

Heh, and the girl who tilted her neck, the next moment, she grinned sluttily.

"Then why don't they hold you with this body?

A man who looks at the face of such an opponent with a flippant, chilling look.

"I've never seen it that way, and I'd like you to stop making insulting remarks about Mr. Scarlet Snow with that look"

In a bottom-cold tone, the girl shrugged her shoulders without a bad wind.

"Well, I'm sorry. - The boss was happy to hold me."

- Anyway, after it was over, I was tongue-in-cheek like a bore.

The words that followed did not come out to her mouth due to her self-esteem, but to the words, the man's face was distorted and his hands held strong to withstand something.

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"- Shit!

For some reason I had a fierce chill, and suddenly I sneezed, and my neighbor Asmina looked worried.

"Is it a cold, Master Hyuki?

"No, I just got a sudden itch in the back of my nose right now, and it fits, so I'm fine"

The location is the same qualifying venue as yesterday: The Devil Wolf's Bait Yard. In front of us watching with wear, we were finally about to start the first game of WW2, the Levan VS Bears' game of 'Giant Rock' Eugene.

"Well, I'm talking about the opponent being a 700kg giant, but I wonder what kind of game we're gonna roll out."

"It's all right, Brother Levan (who is here) is usually defeated by bare hands, even by demons over 1000kg!

Asmina answers confidently.

I see, does the weight difference really matter - so normally the in-game MOB or whatever, if that size, they're all over 1T (tons). If you ask me, isn't it the natural world not to be handy to that extent?

So, as well as yesterday, on the referee's signal, representatives from both sides moved to the center of the game venue, but...

"... what's that bear?

A whispering voice leaks through my mouth unexpectedly.

"What a bear tribe. - Oh, because the Bears look completely like the beast itself. It may be unusual for those unfamiliar with it."

"No, there's that too, but that..."

That was exactly the giant man who deserved the name of 'giant rock'.

Asmina is right. It looks like a completely upright bear itself, covered in hard, greasy beast hair from the tip of its head to the tip of its feet.

On his standing ear, his sharp eyes, his huge mouth peeked with sloppy fangs, and his claws growing on each hand were vicious enough to tear even steel apart.

However, he looks like an animal man, wearing a thick, sleeveless white torso similar to karate clothing, closing his front with a leather belt and feeling intelligent where he wears trousers of the same color and material underneath, but that of the beast no matter how he looks at the pressure facing him from the front.

And what's more distinctive is the color of its body hair, which is white all over its body, but around its ears and eyes, its hands, and its feet are black.

"Isn't that a panda!!"

I was screaming unexpectedly.

"Ha...? But it's a bear, isn't it?

Asmina twisting her neck, bewildered by my momentum.

- What, maybe it's weirder to be surprised, you're common sense!?

"That's right, but come on! But it's called World War 1, and all the Beastmen have to run to the story to live!?"

Asmina twisted her neck with an increasingly puzzling look at my honest feelings.