Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

The hotel's VIP room in Farbler, the capital of the former Kensruna country.

Warren, who had been the prime minister of the Grawior Empire and remained almost hopeful of the real power of the Empire until the other day, glanced at the young man with a big scuffle in front of him with a nervous eye.

"What, you're not nervous at this important time"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Looks like a beauty is rumouring about herself over here, and a hot guy is hard."

To the young man's light mouth, his face, slightly tongued, had changed surprisingly.

Ash Blonde's hair, previously deflected, balked brilliantly, and her magnificent but cold eyes were anointed with restless, chopped feathers.

In just about half a month he slapped a ton of tonnes and a marble table, still in a glorious complexion as if he was 20 years old.

"I mean, whatever tactics, plots, or mundanes we use - even when we use a ruin ready strategy, that little girl in the power of the existing empire... No, you decide that it's impossible to defeat the Crimson Imperial Empire, right?

The tone is pale, but the young man - Shadow Lang - responds very naturally to Warren's inquiry, who pushed his anger to death.

"Heh. Exactly. In the first place, your daughter is like God, the divine ancestor of a blood-sucking princess. Because the people surrounding it are literal monsters comparable to one army at a time. Where humans scratched their feet, they called it a roach axe."

Warren, who only yelled at the shadow dude with the stance of other HR...... managed to bite his back teeth and hold them down, asked in a roaring voice of animals.

"But we have a pipe against men and nations that greatly outweigh our enemies, and against nations. From time immemorial, even if individual forces are inferior in combat, it will be the iron rule that wins when the overall quantity and replenishment are stable. So are there some strategies to harness these advantages to painfully inful the Crimson of the Crimson Empire?

"That's right ~. It may certainly be possible to wipe out people close to ladies like Amitia, the crimson empire" Imperial Crimson "peripheral countries such as Cress, and the imperial faction that stood on that side, taking advantage of the advantages of the empire that I just said, but where they are actually gone, the crimson empire" Imperial Crimson "home has no pain whatsoever. I'm not sharing the supply line. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Isn't there a place in the world that doesn't hurt or itch if you don't have one of your allies?"

"Fulfill it, I guess."

Warren glances at Shadow Lang in a slightly more forgiving manner with disgruntled and suspicious eyes.

"I see the Lord of the Crimson Empire Imperial Crimson is certainly overwhelming as a pure force of war, but it seems extremely brittle in spirit. Isn't it good evidence that you are currently exposed to shame in this way? A sweet response to those who are clearly hostile, just to say friends. Foolishly enough."

Shadow Lang raised a single eyebrow silently and saw Warren throwing up his disgust obviously as well.

"There can be absolute 'allies' in this world, whether they are family or friends in the first place. Not to mention that every human being but himself potentially encloses the possibility of constant change with 'enemies' depending on the circumstances. In other words, it is inherently a relationship that should be perceived as' enemy 'by none other than yourself, whereas it is sweet and immature, such as trying to admit to being' ally 'by vague criteria of trust, favor, etc., is a good place. So the spiritual pain of losing an ally leads to that little girl's massive loss of power?

"No, no, that's the other way around. If you do that, I'll touch your daughter's scales."

Shadow Man waving one hand in front of his face with a patter.

"Certainly your daughter has a mentally immature part. Objectively, there are places to assume unnecessary allies as allies, but conversely, if you leave no such allies behind and destroy them, you will challenge the total force without any hesitation. They're the shackles that bind your daughter."

"Well, if we don't keep the hostages alive, we'll have enough hostages..."

Warren frowned.

"On top of that, isn't it possible to let things unfold in favor of Non?

"Well, that would be possible."

Shadow Lang nodded very lightly.

"By flirting with annihilation wars, assassinations, and Operation Scorched Earth as cards for negotiations, it would be fully possible to flirt with your daughter or bring about an unwanted compromise. But, you know, it's impossible to finally win the Crimson Imperial Empire."

"Guuuuuuu!"

Mouthless roaring Warren.

"Then if I assassinate that little girl with your hands..."

"I can't."

Shadow Lang made an x-mark with his arm without putting his hair in it before he even told everyone.

"If the player doesn't have enough level difference to assassinate you, you're finished with one shot. It's a good place to kill a lady who fits the exorcism in one blow. It's poisonous. It'll detoxify you instantly. By and large, if they kill your daughter, it will be a sprinkling, and the remnants of the remaining Crimson Empire, Imperial Crimson, will destroy this world until it is completely skinless."

"In other words, what can be done in the current situation is at best to draw a compromise on the degree of harassment of self-satisfaction"

At all costs, Warren threw up.

"Well, you know what?"

Shadow Lang gently shrugs his shoulders in a condition that has no body or lid.

There would be something inside, but Warren, who had just switched his head without a slight twitch, saw Shadow Lang's individualistic face again.

"- I shall decide once again to deal with that one. … So, did you have a clue as to the example of" Kensruna's Treasure "that we were investigating separately? No way."

"Oh, I'm fine. It's all sealed up and how to unseal it. After sealing my mouth as requested, I checked with my soul in Necromancer communication, so it's more certain than torture."

That being said, Shadow Lang spread a map of Kensruna on his desk, pointing to one of those places.

They say the treasure and the treasure of this place are sacrificed.

"... that's quite the border"

"I've been riding a dragon for two weeks."

The wrinkles between Warren's brows deepened further.

"I can't say anything. The current Grand Duke of Kensruna - was he Bardem's nephew? - This is the 'key' and information that came in place of the ransom, but is it also likely that the key contents will break bones if unknown"

"I'm selling my body for money, so it's a world of wisdom."

Warren snorts at Shadow Lang's indignation, which seems deliberate to say that he is smudged...

"That's why all but myself are enemies.... Not at all. It's really stupid that a little girl who can't make the right decisions around here has transcendental powers."

So abominably alone, he places a silver cross about the palm removed from his nostrils at the point to which Shadow Lang pointed earlier.

"'A demon god of immense power. Its power is comparable to that of God, and it fulfils all hope'? It just sounds silly, but when it's secretly communicated to the Grand Duke and only his immediate relatives find out where it is, some sort of - that's like Cress's transfer magic device, or at least because the ancient weapon Enchanted Weapon is likely to be asleep. At this time, I would like to have even one card that I can use..."

Excessive expectations were the face he abandoned from the beginning, and Warren slapped the front of the cross with his fingertips.

"No, that doesn't seem quite right."

Warren stares at Shadowloon's face with his shooting eyes.

- Did you grab anything?

I didn't answer that, slightly tongue-in-cheek at the laughing Shadow Man, and once Warren took his seat, he came back with a leather bag that looked heavy.

"It's an extra reward. Now give me the information you've got."

Don! and the contents of the leather bag placed in front of him - Shadow Lang quickly nostalgic with a convincing face, checking every piece of Imperial Gold coin, instead placed a bottle of transparency in front of Warren with a red liquid, like a bottle of perfume.

"Maido ~ eh. So, this is where the example is sealed... it was the temple of the native god, where the blood of God is secretly distributed to the faithful."

"The Blood of God (Echo)"? What's that?

Warren looks at the bottle like it smells frigid.

"To conclude, 'Kensruna's treasure' is not like a magic guide or a magic sword, it seems to refer to the demon god himself, who once tried to rule the world."

"Demon god...... again, god"

In association with the divine ancestral Scarlet Snow, Warren looked like she had taken bitter pills.

"Because it's only a legend. So, this demon god competed with another god and lost, and he said it was that temple that was sealed.... Oh, the legend says the wilderness on Cress was caused by the battle at this time"

That's the way Yotai talks, Warren sniffing.

"So, there's a sarcophagus where the demon god is sealed, and it's a very small amount from the ditch here, but even now, the demon god's blood is dripping down, and the people in the temple say, 'God's blood (Echo)' and sell it to the believers for an extrajudicial price."

"I see. Is this the real thing? - Is there anything other than that novelty? Is it an obvious drug effect?

………

"What's up?

It was a rare and hesitant gesture for Shadow Lang (this man), and after being silent, he opened his mouth with a feeling of shabu-shabu.

"They say drinking helps with all kinds of diseases"

"- Hmm."

Warren takes that bottle with both hands by accident.

"However, they say you are in high danger of dying if you take the wrong dose. Even if it works, my body gets weak for a while, especially if I'm not in the dark during the day, I get restless..."

"... isn't it poison?

Turn and soil the bottle back to the table.

"It must be poisonous in a way."

In the tone of the shadow lang, there was something hooked up, and Warren asked overlapping questions.

"Don't you know anything else?

"... you know, I'm guessing"

"Speak clearly without wearing it."

"When you put that blood in your body, it activates." "During the day, you prefer the dark." "If you ingest something that doesn't qualify, it dies."

"... No way"

I guess Warren would have an idea too if they tipped him that far, he got a stunned, disgusted and complicated look.

Yeah, you're a vampire.

Shadow Lang spoke the name lightly.