Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"That doesn't sound like a problem."

Yuuto finished the Transparency (Transpierrent) spell on a rectangular box (...) shaped item owned by Vainamarinen as he thought.

I make sure it works even in that state, and I miss it.

Now, this one's ready.

Prepare to eliminate Lord Malvato with all the unquestionable evidence.

"Come on, Val. Ready and ready?

"Whatever. Whenever you want, you can stand on the battlefield."

So bravely proclaimed, she was, however, far from fully armed.

Though the Devil's Sword, Divine Subjugator, sits on his hips, he has no armor or shield.

Think of a place to visit, it's insane to just bring in a sword. It would not have been strange if it had not been for the origin that it had been given by “ever-winning” Helenonia.

Also, I would probably wear it in a dress if it were supposed to, but an active outfit called a reddish brown doublet with a leather top and trousers.

In front of the building that it was informal, I was going to push it through.

"Right. Regular battlefield."

I think I was messing with you in bed before this...

I'm not saying.

I won't tell you, but I guess I conveyed that sentiment. My neighbor Valtrude looks very nasty.

She probably has eyes, but she was cute.

I couldn't say that none of them were happy about bullying Yut's favorite daughter, but right next door, and not enough to indulge in when we're about to try a showdown.

I held her hand to envelop her thin, but slightly stiff, and honestly conveyed my willingness to apologize.

So Valtroude also gets in a light mood and leaves his home in Wangdu.

"I wish I were dead"

and interactions where the voices of a certain meadow species (Magner) are likely to be heard.

Such delusions were thrown away lightly, and the two headed for the Duke of Malvato's mansion.

So to speak, it's the home of the enemy.

"The exterior looks normal."

"What is an unusual mansion?

"Interesting, like a haunted mansion?

"You're so used to it."

"If you ask me that, I did"

I mean, this was the one that wasn't normal.

In deliberate disregard of such inconvenient conclusions, Yut once again offers a view of Lord Malvato's mansion.

The mansion that the Yuts have in the Wang capital is also a splendid one, but that is a story on a personal level. A few meters are surrounded by an outer wall, incomparable, such as a courtyard visible from between the gates or the building beyond.

Damn, it's so tighter to be told it's a public facility like a school or a temple.

Nevertheless, impression is not discouraging.

Because he had asked Eudit to touch him, or when he told the gatekeeper he was coming, he was smoothly passed inside.

That interior should also be referred to as the Duke's family, which, even though it has descended from its subordination, brings it to the royal family? With the glamour of being comparable to the Royal Palace, the occasional servants I see don't lose their respect either.

Yut was about to send a compliment honestly, but Valtrude's expression is cloudy.

"Val?"

…………

What came back was silence and a sinister look. Still feel a different kind of beauty... but not if you admire it. In that reaction, I realize that, of all the assumptions made, it was the worst development.

I don't know until the situation in the Duke of Malvato's territory, but at least, it seemed that the mansion of the King's Capital had become a nest where evil families would travel.

"Unforgivable."

"Well, we're almost there"

Two people talking to each other secretly.

The leading male servant, whatever the content, will be aware of this lawlessness, but will not say anything.

The Yuts also kept silence after that.

"We have brought you"

"Go ahead."

Easy, but crouched voice as if out of hell.

Guided by that voice, which sounds creepy even through the thick door, the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) and the Great Mage (Arch Mage) step into Lord Malvato's reception room.

The taste of the room itself was not bad.

It's not gorgeous enough to whisk an eyebrow, and the tone is gentle. The conditioning is a selection of first-class items, but it balances luxury with ease of spending.

But my welcoming husband was ruining everything.

"Welcome, Marquis Istas, Guardian Sir Amaxa"

Lord Malvato laughs.

Who would have imagined it, such as remembering physiological disgust with just that? It just seems unusual, let there be a preconceived notion that it is being nursed by Valtrude to be a being with an evil phase.

(If it was Jonah, she would have suddenly unleashed psychic powers)

I loosen my cheeks to such an imagination, but I manage to squeeze my face tight and lower my back to the recommended seat.

It's just the reception room that welcomes visitors, and it's not uncomfortable to sit in.

"Now, let me give this ascension and the epistle a heartfelt celebration."

With an eagle attitude, he looks sincerely blessed.

But how dare you?

"There will be a lot to say, but this procedure is natural. Because you can hear what you're doing, even in the country."

"I'm afraid."

Instead of Valtrude staring at Lord Malvato with a sharp eye, Yut bows his head.

How long will this idle conversation last?

Anticipating the timing, Yut secretly places a box with "transparency" on the table.

As if to assist with that, Valtrude laid his hands on the tea that had been served on the table.

"Still, it's an odd coincidence"

"What are you talking about?"

Yut responds because he was pointed at a slight eye.

Apparently, the trick didn't expose it.

No, don't you care in the first place?

Those eyes seem to be looking at Yut and focusing on something beyond it.

"We're trying to fish each other out with our heads in jeopardy... looks"

"Oh, my God."

"There's no need to blur anymore."

Reassemble your legs, spoken of by what looked like Lord Malvato in a friendly tone.

"The Baldur border uncle is on his way to the royal castle. You know that, don't you?

"If you're a borderline uncle, you'll have business in Royal Castle."

"Kuku"

Laugh.

Lord Malvato's - what looked like a person laughs.

"It's time to talk to each other for real. Now I'm too confused."

"Mischief?"

"Yes. I am, jealous"

There was a dark flame in the fallen orbit.

This could have been my first emotional move.

"Jealousy..."

Yut was about to be drunk by the unusual atmosphere.

I haven't been told much face to face, and I don't even think I'm that big of a person.

But objectively, it wouldn't be strange to be the object of jealousy.

(At the time I was engaged to Val, Zhuyin, and Arcia Xu, what do you feel like saying)

I regain my calm thanks to my fiancées, but I felt something different about what they were saying.

"I don't know you don't realize, there's no standing more and more"

"Let's get this straight."

Instead, the Cathedral Knight receives and stands.

Seems frustrated by unintentional narratives.

"I'll take that one, yeah. I love you."

Worship, intoxication and.

Spin words with all other aspirations.

"Didn't you get Verga...?

If you say so much, you can't be unaware.

It stares at Yut, who crumbles blindly, looking like Lord Malvato, in a phase of anger.

The look you deserve to call a monster.

But how firmer I've been than my previous friendly attitude.

"I have also been called by that man by name. No, it won't even be recognized as present. More importantly, I call him by his name."

Sudden outbursts.

Stand up well and spew out your words like a bubble. The indented eyes ran blood and made me think of a madman.

"I am, weak. No knowledge, no wisdom, no wealth."

I had stopped completely fixing it already. No, I may have been waiting for this moment the other way around since the time Valtrude broke me into who I was at the court meeting.

"So I greeted this country! If this kingdom of Rotosilt had it, it would have been in his ear and ear."

That's when I confess my desires to someone.

"To that end, I dived into the territory of this man, the weakest chain, changed my appearance and climbed one step at a time, reaching this point"

"... now, are you going to replace me? Dark Crowler."

"No way"

To the allegations of that misperception, what Lord Malvato looked like - Dirk Crowler, on the contrary, calmed down.

"I do not want to be loved by that one. I want to be loved."

If you look only at the results, there's no big difference there.

However, the adequacy obtained from the results depends on the process.

Yut, I can't notice that far.

I noticed it was Valtrude.

Acorn. She had envied Migi Zhuyin, a childhood friend of Heavenly Grass Brave, and still craved love for herself, she understood.

Except for understanding and empathy.

"No matter how much you justify it, it won't be affirmed."

"That's your value. But they may be cut off according to their values."

Has your spirit grown high again as you speak?

Dirk Crowler develops his argument violently.

"Even if that happens, that's not because I was wrong. Just because I was weak. That's all."

Too much momentum, we were both taken aback.

At least, it will have achieved a feat that could not have been achieved at this point either by the blood-sucking Marquis or by giants who recognise themselves as guardians of Verga.

Even if it doesn't reach that one whom he loves.

"... that was an extra story"

Calm also returns to the voice, as if suddenly the enthusiasm cooled.

However, even if the content is calm, it does not change the discomfort of the voice itself.

"In the end, I lured you guys. All we have to do is see if Uncle Baldur can take care of Charlton and Alsace. Dirty to my soul, and I can't even revive it."

"Because we have to acknowledge the reign of the Duke of Malvato in order to prevent civil unrest?

"Yes. If I publish that I'm a monster, etc., the country will crack"

"Wouldn't it end up being Verga's"

Valtrude telling him to throw up, but Yut was uncomfortable with the conclusion.

"... just because you will doesn't mean you'll take it honestly"

"Oh, yeah. That would be so. If it is your will to fight and take away, I will fight only as hard as I can."

Free love. Selfless love.

Blow up such beauty, mad love.

"So, Yut Amaxa. You don't kill. I will not hurt you, for he will grieve."

"I don't know. If you die here, you might think it's that much."

"You have no idea."

Instead, pity, Dark Crowler teaches.

"If you die, I will love and mercy your soul. That's who he is."

"Do you understand?"

Maybe I told him to throw it away because I had a feeling it might actually happen.

"Sooner or later, the time will come to know."

"That's troublesome"

Forgot the trick on the desk, too, and Yut got up.

The time for words is over.

"I'm weak. So let the weak fight the weak."

The door to the reception room opens, as if that word was a signal.

At the same time, the servant - who looked like him - came in.

"If some of them say there's still a chance they can go back... what will they do?

Too pale to say evil, he who looked like Lord Malvato told him.