Leaving the country of falling-about the fact that he was the 4th granting surgeon in the world-

From the gutsy and boiling cauldron, the meat that was King Rosarta is pulled up.

I don't know if it's clear because I'm having protein degeneration... but from the part where it was my face, I got angry feelings.

The torso and limbs are to be exposed in front of the execution site until they become bones.

His Majesty Normill explains to me what will happen next, looking at the body of King Rosarta with a cool face.

They still have a role to play in the flesh pieces of limbs crushed and minced with hammers and in the carcasses that are like steamed chickens.

"I have a bug gushing, so it's hard to clean it."

Besides, it's a stinky, dirty corpse from the beginning.

"Pfft, right. Those in charge will receive special allowances."

After the execution was over, I cut off my relay with the Kingdom of Rosarta and spoke a little with His Majesty and the nobles, before leaving the palace.

Mass aristocrats I know invite me to dine or introduce me to fellow factions of the same...

I have a good relationship with them, the same as before.

Conversely, from the aristocracy, the unwelcome air was felt to be hissi.

Those in positions, though they smile and talk to me...... my eyes are not laughing at all.

Those whose status and title are subtle, they don't even try to fix it, but they stare at it directly from the front.

With the Duke of Vonker's attack, the aristocrats seem to have been drastically shredded of their forces, so they can't help it.

Besides, the masses played a huge part in this Battle of Los Saltas and, in the second place, His Majesty's direct army.

The aristocratic army, he said, was heavily drained and less handled than the rest of the army.

The order in which Enchanted Items were distributed later has also caused resentment.

With regard to this, given my position and the route of the request, it's obvious.

Or the nobleman dwarves!

It's personal freedom to know what you think inside, but I'm in a better position, so take care of it!

The nobles of the masses and Philip were so confused about you.

Well, the upper echelons of the aristocracy also watched the faction's foot pullers with chilling eyes, so they're likely to be put on sick care.

Apparently the influence of the nobles extended to Ian, who was waiting in the front room.

"The aristocrats, who did not have very good feelings for me, returned their palms in unison and approached me rubbing their hands"

"Wow..."

You were willing to take advantage of Ian, who was born a criminal slave to an A-rank adventurer and had a lot of trust in me?

"I refused all the frigid investments and talk about a political marriage to your husband, but you were welcome, weren't you?

He was distracted by the handling of the Soviets and others, and he didn't have time to enjoy the palace.

"Thanks, I'm going to have a hard time..."

Returning to the mansion, Mr. Cannon and Marina were enjoying their snack time as they filled their mouths with sugar.

He's obsessed with sweet treats, and Mr. Cannon's sign detection skills, he doesn't do any work.

"Mr. Cannon, Marina. We're back now."

"Your husband!?

"Ah... Welcome back, Mr. Zink"

Mr. Kanon, who noticed my presence, starts making excuses with Dogimagi, with the look of skipping being found out.

"I'm taking a break from Marina right now, and I was refueling! I was distracted by the treats and I didn't interrupt my training!

Mr. Cannon is about to blow himself up, and Marina softly hides her eating biscuit on her back, licks her lips and destroys the evidence.

When I see them after grotesque showdown executions and troublesome interactions with nobles, my heart is dusted.

"Scented, smells like honey"

Ian seems to have felt the same way as I did, and the tingling signs just now disappear, with a calm look on his face.

"Mr. Cannon, that looks like a delicious biscuit. Can we have some, too?

"Right and wrong! Honey biscuits made by Nina, they are so delicious!

"Sister Nina, you made a lot of sweets, so there's still a lot left."

As soon as you know you're not willing to blame me, Mr. Cannon and Marina will gladly give you the treat.

"Yeah. You're no different, Nina's biscuits are delicious"

Pinching a few fairy-sized biscuits, the sweetness of the elegant honey and the aroma of butter spread across his mouth.

"Mr. Jink, Mr. Ian. Want to join us, snack time?

No matter how many you eat, "One more!" and a charming Nina treat that stretches out her hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Cannon"

"Let me sweeten your words"

Tired in the palace, me and Ian fell into the sweet temptation that struck.

When the jinks were enjoying snack time... a soul strayed from Los Saltas to the labyrinth city.

As king of a defeated nation, that soul, executed while exposed to the public, deeply resents Zink as the culprit of all.

The soul of King Rosarta, attracted to 15 tiers of oak generals, who also have a grudge against zinc.

Oak General already has another son in his possession, and he provides the adventurers with excellent testicles every day... and he doesn't want to know that.

"Strong hands and feet for a heavy body. The rest of us deserve the dominant flesh!

Reaching up to the 15 tiers of the labyrinth, the soul that discovered Oak General fused with Oak General while remaining emotional.