Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

A sphere of darkness crushes the battered woman vampire and restores her body to dust.

"You out-of-the-way!

Valtrude revealed his anger at the crime. Even if it doesn't get that far, neither does Yut or Arsia hide their disgust.

"I just disposed of my belongings, Cathedral Knight (Paladin)"

But Zig Alto Crewing just shrugs his shoulders that he's out of his mind.

In a way, the reaction is correct.

Vampires (vampires), which should have turned into black dust, did not disappear on the wind as it was, this time white mist.

Fluffy as a Necromancer (Ghost), trying to get out of between the altars.

"Yut!"

"No. There's no bills to cut."

to Valtrude's instructions, but Yut shook his head that he could do nothing.

Vampires are immortal.

This is correct in a way and a misunderstanding in a way.

If you are plunged into numerous weaknesses - just like people - it will lead to death, and if you suffer so much damage that you cannot regenerate as you do now, your flesh will perish.

Except the soul, though.

Vampires who are no longer able to maintain their flesh become white mists and travel to their own coffins. You sleep in it, and over the years, you build your flesh again.

"... right"

The means to counter vampires turned into fog are limited. Valtrude, denied by Yut, besides accepting it, for that matter his anger towards Zieguart burns.

"I don't care if it's incomplete death. You will be crushed with my hand."

"Totally. Noisy things"

Exposed to such Valtrude's anger, a bloodsucking magician with a human skin spell document does not go through with it at all.

Moving slowly to the Lord in his footsteps, he offered and knelt as if to offer a spell document.

"Please, I'll pay you back"

Zieg Alto silently grabbed the magician's head - pulled a thousand pieces.

The flesh that has lost its head becomes an object for dedicating the spell document as it is. Blood erupted with fierce momentum dyed the spell document crimson.

"Exile!"

"Leave it to me!"

I don't even ask questions anymore.

Valtrude rushes to the vampire and wields a spike flail to support it. In addition, Larsia released the Bullet of Reason (Force Missile) from somewhere.

"Distortion, manifest."

The figure of Zig Alto is cracked, stretched, shrunk and twisted as if it were a kaleidoscope.

Fantasy or distorted space?

Spike Flail's blow passes Sieg Alto's lean, and The Bullet of Reason somehow is sucked into the flesh that has lost its neck, and all it takes is to turn it into a white mist.

"What do you mean!?"

No one answers Larsia's screams, and Valtrude's assault is not a step in time.

"I'm going to fight you heroes, so I want you to admit some fraud."

The ability to exercise theoretical spells, which I was giving away. With the power to regain it and be put on it even more, Zieg Alto Crewing ripped out nine pages of the spell.

A piece of crimson paper covers up the black vampire.

"Chronos Eyes"

Can't be used by Arch Mage. No, I call whoever exercises this the Great Mage, the Ninth Staircase.

time stop spells.

If we were to make it usable, it would certainly be an unparalleled scam.

"Chi -" Counter Dispel "Against the Curse Demon"

I immediately thought Yut would strike it off and get nothing...

"Thank you for your hard work. The result is the same."

The Marquis of the Verga Empire holds the head of a bloodsucking magician who had left it pulled out.

"Against the Curse Demon."

"What!?"

The spell was unleashed by a blood-sucking magician who had been born. White magic light antagonizes, and yet Yut pushes through - on the brink of it, Time Suspension is complete.

"So I told you it was a scam, right?

The gray world where the engravings stopped. No matter, the whining won't reach anyone either.

Slowly, he approached the altar by sewing between Valtrude and Yut as if he were going for a walk. Everyone and he are like statues.

Fraud.

Everything was a lie from the beginning, everything was true.

It creates an immortal monster (undead) in Sejour, king's capital of the kingdom of Rotosilt, causing confusion.

Besides, I just got the attention of the Yuts to unseal the princess of rotten meat, Türa zu Ranuz, in its territory.

Oh, that's a lie. It's a big lie.

Alone, Zieg Alto Crewing keeps walking in a stopped world of moments.

At the end of those eyes...

"Why, to the king..."

Alsace was unable to answer the question.

A question that was too fundamental and too obvious to even think about. In the first place, do you need to care why the king's son, the first prince, becomes king, etc.?

"So you're going to be on the throne just to leave the seeds?

That's probably clean, says the Avatar for what Eudit looks like. I'm not bluffing, I'm serious.

"What will I do when I am king? What do you want to exchange..."

King of virtues governing the country with law and virtue.

King of Uchi who opens the land, promotes commerce and develops the country.

King of martial arts defeating external enemies, invading other countries and spreading prints.

"That's wrong, too."

Alsace floated in the back of his brain, some ideal king.

Also, Hellenonian minute divine body that lightly denies it.

"Going for it is, well, good. But you want to be such a king?

"It's..."

If it's something you can be, it's decided you want to be.

"... really?

Again, Alsace can't answer.

A sense of purpose that we have to carry on after.

An environment where it was natural to be king.

Other than that, there is a reason to stand as king - will there be roots? No, there must be, and Alsace desperately turns the page of his memory.

Because this is the world that projected my mind, or it was an easy task.

Was it a good swallow, or talent? Both the sword and imperial studies were quickly acquired. No, should I say that the effort answered me?

Since that time, I had not suspected that, in the future, I would rule the country like my father did.

And he led the army to drive away the Book of Nothingness (Caios Evil) - some of which he accomplished, but was himself petrified and imprisoned.

Even after being rescued, there are certainly opposing forces, but I was wondering if they would soon take the throne. I have no intention of sparing any effort to do so either.

It's natural to be king.

Become king, and exchange what?

What kind of king do you aspire to?

No matter how many pages of memory you turn, the specific statue doesn't tie.

To that fact, Alsace was stunned.

"Well, what did I want to be..."

Valtrude Istas.

Beautiful, a girl loved by man and God. Secondly, Alsace suddenly thinks of her presence.

She has many companions who not only have the charm (charisma) she was born with, but who do their best. There is a measure of discipline in spite of the fact that you can manage without vowing your devotion to the royal family.

What Kings to aspire to. Looking back at us who couldn't answer that either, the sense of inferiority was inspired - at that moment Alsace understood everything so that the ice melted.

"Right. I..."

I finally realized, my dream.

That's a dream that's too childish, selfish, and too far-fetched to put in your mouth.

"I wanted to be a hero..."

Like the protagonist of the bard's hero Tan (saga), the hero of a story that parents tell their children to sleep in.

That's what I wanted to be.

"Damn, haha"

The laughter of self-immolation overflows from Alsace's mouth endlessly.

Don't you have to laugh?

There is no law or virtue. There is no development, no public peace. It's just my own lust for honor.

"Excuse me. I didn't seem to be in the king's vessel."

I was jealous of Valtrude and Yut.

But that's not as an exchanger. As just one human being - he aspired to be a hero and only switched the jealousy of frustrated Alsace.

What a shame. I don't think jealousy required conditions, but still, I didn't deserve to be offended.

"As I said, live secluded with your beloved, or die wild with a sword"

Alsace, with a sunny expression, clearly tells the Divine Minutes Divine Body that believes. It's as if the possession has fallen.

But the unexpected answer came from that Hellenonian minute divine body.

"Isn't that good, hero? It's not like I can't reconcile being king."

"Oh my...?

"Heroes don't become kings, kings become heroes. I'm Helenonia the Ever Winner. I don't know what Fermina or Zeras would say."

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh cheerful laugh.

I got a complex look at what Eudit looked like, but Alsace's thoughts soon begin to handle real life issues.

"Then I will be king of history as a hero by destroying the Verga Empire"

"It's superimposed."

It must have been a satisfying word for Helenonia, the divinity of goodness. For what Eudit looked like, the divine body smiles as bright as the sun and nods.

"But also to fight, we need money. And we need more food to feed and increase our troops."

"Are you a rich soldier? Much better."

The country is rich, and evil perishes.

There would be no policy that would match Hellenonian tastes any more.

"But do you have the talent to just exchange it?

"No. Therefore, we will gather the people that are possible"

Naturally, Valtrude and Yut are among them.

"Is that good?

"Let the work of your men be a feat of kings"

"The reverse is true again."

"Absolutely."

The interrogation is over.

A divine body, looking like Eudit, lifts his right hand high and high.

"Let me give you my mark."

A sword of light born in the palm of his hand.

That sucks into Alsace's right hand, which left his head drooling in the green meadows.

There is no pain.

There was just warmth.

"This is..."

Alsace is worn with a Hellenonian symbol intertwined with a long sword and thunder.

In the palm of my right hand, I did feel some power residing.

"I may not be a good king. Some of those who die in battle will be angry with you."

"… I understand"

"But that's why. Alsace Rothschild, be a great king."

"Not necessarily"

It was the first time they called me by name.

Trembling with that gratitude, Alsace renews her vows.

Just like when I first got here, the ending was abrupt.

In an instant, consciousness switches, and that altar enters Alsace's sight.

"Are you back..."

relief that it served its purpose.

I look at myself, I pay my troubles, I feel refreshed as if I was reborn.

When it passed, I came to think of the presence of the Yuts left here.

I try to look back to make sure of that - I get a strong shock from behind.

"I've been waiting."

What Alsace heard on the verge of letting go of consciousness was an evil voice that was sweet and comfortable to hear.