Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 63 Kingdom Street

Finally, he sent a messenger to the army led by the first prince, who called it the Border Peace Army.

This claim is against the Church and nobility. The sin is on the kid, and there is no blame on the border. The kid and the treasure of the Labyrinth King were attached to the stamp on condition that they would withdraw their hands from the border instead of handing it over.

This is where we negotiate.

As a substitute king, I would give the first prince royalty, but in the first place, the king's capital will have to restrict his authority by placing a legitimate regent on the first prince after he pokes that the second prince is committing a conspiracy and taking over, so he can't make formal procedures or anything like that, so he can't be a puppet of the Church or the Grand Marquis.

And once you let it fit, the average soldier will not point a sword at the royal family, let alone the princess (Sharicelles). Dismantle and restructure the army in that gap, rebuild the king's army, and let the royal family pledge allegiance once again with the nobles.

I've wasted everything since my brother laid down, so I can't at least put it back on my face.

Let's make amends with my neck, which is incompetent, even if it is done because the exotic young man, let alone Master Mellototham, offers those who hang their eyes. No one will be pleased with the neck of the incompetent king, but I am neither the king nor the royal family. I have nothing else to atone for. I have nothing left but my neck to offer and apologize to the powerless, incompetent and talented merely born in the royal family. You can't say forgiveness, you can't say anything about ripping your mouth off, you can't say anything about resentment, hatred, cursing, disparaging, cursing, cursing.

But I needed a kid's neck for the kingdom, and I'll apologize later on without begging for forgiveness or anything.

It's like you don't know what's going on, the kid's standing in the middle of nowhere.

He's a rude, annoying, busty kid, just lucky enough to get himself into a good life. Because of that treasure, the kingdom is disturbed and tormented, and that boy was the scourge of the troublemakers. But it is also true that Sir Mellototham is right, that he must die without any sin. It's my work of incompetence, I don't like it and I'm uncomfortable with it, but the death is a sin of my incompetence.

Beside it lies the luxurious armor of silver, where presence is the treasure of the Labyrinth King. It's the cause of this dispute.

It's a shame to give it to the Church, but I won't let the people of the kingdom and the periphery bleed.

That thought alone brought me here, and I finally got here.

But everything was in vain.

I put out armor with the kid. I was surrounded, I was false in negotiating and signing, I was surrounded by soldiers who were lying on the ground and I was overwhelmed.

To say that you weren't even willing to negotiate from the start, and that there were hundreds or thousands of them against just dozens of soldiers? Thousands of soldiers who showed up going, hiding their appearances and signs with the power of the Church's magic props? It doesn't make any sense anymore where I get it, it's all too late from the start, and I was a clown who came to the kingdom to be stabbed to death.

Meaningless or incompetent, it's a good comedy for an incompetent king to spread the damage in vain, return the favor with vengeance, waste death and expose only shame.

I brought the pushy kid here until Master Mellototham disagreed, and I thought this would finally put me to a negotiation (start).

Confirming the kid and the beautiful silver armor, the response was a "kill" word, there was no negotiation (start) from the end. He was just a dumb laugher who came to death (goal) himself.

He is a fool who came all the way to give his enemies the armor of the Labyrinth King, wrapping it around to the neck of a lad beneficent to Master Melotosum for his handiwork.

Gvadey, the first prince, looks down with contempt on his face, even you would be an incompetent, pig-faced prince!

It is a tragedy to be born to the royal family in a giftless body, an incompetence, incompetence and powerlessness that you know because you have received the best instruction and education while being given a rich place to live and a fine education. So I've tried to be at least with my brother's tools that make me king, good tools that are convenient and easy to use even if I can't be an excellent tool, at least because I'm the only one who can help me, I've just sworn allegiance and pierced loyalty and just lived to do my job seriously and not let myself be shamed as a member of the royal family.

But the first prince, Gvadey, borrowed the authority of his mother, the Grand Marquis, and sought power without any sense of incompetence. Haven't we even brought the royal pride together?

But in the end, I was the one who remained incompetent, exposed to shame, and painted mud on the king's authority. I did nothing to do anything extra because I was incompetent and obeyed him without thinking, so it was not a vessel that could serve as a substitute king. I knew, I knew enough to say no, and still I scratched my feet until my brother recovered and chose the worst end to jump in.

Will my stupidity end the kingdom? Even if the puppet kingdom stays, the pride of the royal family is over when this pig prince is king, there is no reason to do politics for the people.

The long tradition of the royal family, supported by the people and subordinates and built for the people, ends with my incompetence. The royal family, helped by the people and supported by subordinates, will revenge its righteousness with vengeance. It's all over, the last fool king has perished.

It's foolish to regret it, but if it's a wasted and pointless end, why don't we do one of the wasted resistances?

"Kid! Run.... I'm sorry"

As the last fool king of the kingdom, the last fool seems to be the shield of a busy and disrespectful hungry ghost, a lad who wouldn't have had to die if I hadn't brought him here, he would no longer have helped, but at least he can only die as a shield! I'm a no-good knight with no sword, no talent, no satisfied skill, I wouldn't buy time with a poor useless knight who can't even protect just a LV20 kid. But you can't let me die later.

What, that?

"Uh-huh? Surrogate old man? No, you don't have to surrogate. He's already old enough, but an old man surrogate for an old man? I mean, old man. You can't interrupt, can you? I already gave it to you, so it's too late, because it's already been delivered and received, so it's not returnable, and the price (or money) is paid on delivery and it's billed from there? Like?"

Kid comes forward. I already gave it to her, so she said it was too late, and she scolded me. I have no words to apologize, and now I can't help her even if she dies first. You can't save the kingdom, you can't save the people of the kingdom. You've come to waste your life by involving exotic lads. It's only natural that poor fool kings and others should be scolded, disparaged and resented, but why go forward?

"Too stupid? Why would you attack an unarmed messenger, fool, and honestly come to a heavily armed infantry fully equipped with a big spear? So, why aren't you sure about the topographic scourge? There's no such thing as flatlands in here, is there? I don't want to go to war without a map or anything. I don't want to go to Moga anymore! Something I've been sticking around for. What are you ready for? You're stupid for nothing to say, and the prince is a pig? Why did you make a pig a prince? We used to lord orcs before, but we're short on talent, pig to prince? At least you weren't oaked? That's more than a pig for what it's still manned... is that it? I feel good about both! Like?"

"Rip that bad-eyed hungry ghost to pieces! Just drop your hands and feet! You called me a pig to be king, I won't let you die easy. I'll crucify you, torment you until you cry," Kill me and make it easier "!

The kid is disrespectful to the royal family until the end, but say royalty. That's about all that pig (Gvadey) is just fine, I forgive that one! Well said! It's about as warm as a Ningro pig. The royal shame is mutual, but if we don't even have royal pride, only pigs are enough. But I can't make that kid feel bad, and I'm the first person you're dealing with...? Where did they go?

Downstairs. In the ground, sinking and drowning on the ground... what the hell is this?

"Hmmm, help, help..."

"Ha, ha, ha, help me..."

"Wow, I can't get out! I can't get out!

"Pull me up! Sink! Quick..."

"Ahhh! My breath is breathing."

"Somebody, somebody help me! Damn it, don't pull it!

"Why! There was no swamp until just now..."

"I can't take my armor off! Take it off, please! Help..."

"Oh, oh, ha. Whoops whoops whoops......"

The heavily armored infantry soldiers surrounded by multiple pieces of heavy armor sink and drown in the swamp without exchanging, buried unescaped by the heavy armor of Ning Ro's pride. Until earlier, the land of negotiations, which was the earth, had suddenly replaced the deep swamps, and the swamps had turned into hell for the soldiers.

"Help? Did you help? It's the military's job to help the people, but the people in the village you attacked said," Help me "to help you? No, no, no, no, no. Do you really think you can help me by killing me, putting me down, helping me? You've already fallen too far as a soldier and you're like a bandit, so you should sink in the order you fell, 'cause we're all thrilled to save you the trouble of burying it, right? You don't think we're gonna get ourselves killed and sad, do you? If you kill people, you can't complain about them being killed miserably, can you? If you don't want to, you should have been a proper soldier, but it's too late, so yeah, you're not gonna help me, are you?

The lad speaks, but there is no one to hear or answer anymore. There is no room for that, tragically buried in the earth with sad screams, drowning, sinking.

Soldiers who are swallowed by mud and their bodies sink and buried, they sink as they cry and cry and storm around in fear, they sink and disappear without even being able to escape with the weight of their prized heavily armored armor without even being able to fight.

"What the fuck! What the hell is this! What did you do? What did you do?" [incomprehensible]

The army sinks everything to the ground, sinks. Only the lad stands in a black cape and in a lost ocean over a swamp, standing in the same shape all the way from the beginning as if nothing had happened.

"No, it's a swamp from the beginning, isn't it? You know, jumping in heavily armored armor over a swamp that was just cementing the surface, it almost sinks, right? You're not hardening the ground anymore, so you sink to the point where you can break out, you don't have to break out, you don't have to sink, you sink? Well, you're sinking, aren't you? Or sink in."

Tranquility came, no more screaming or screaming. Only us and the first prince on a quiet swamp, the pig (uncle) has been unable to bear the fear and has lost his mind, but only buried to his neck, his head is burned. I don't know what happened, what happened, what happened, but I only know what survived and the capture of the first prince and what Sir Mellototham meant.

"Please keep this in mind if you want to take me with you. I don't know what the real horror is, it's the most horrible thing to say that you can make things that you don't even understand. You can measure strength, but true strength is just horrible. And I can't measure that, I'm afraid I don't know it's horrible. Mind your own business."

That was Lord Mellototham's word before he left. I didn't know it, but I still don't know it, but I don't know it. And that was horrible enough to scare the gods.

That kid is dangerous. That could even kill the country.