Mannen D-rank No Chuunen Boukensha, Yotta Ikioi De Densetsu No Ken Wo Hikkonuku

Late at night.

The hustle and bustle of the bustling Wang capital also completely subsided, when many of the inhabitants fell asleep.

Out of darkness, there were several shadows gathered in a certain noble mansion.

That number does not drop a hundred.

Besides, they were so well armed that they wanted to go to war from now on.

The splendid large garden is surrounded by walls and you cannot look inside from the outside.

Not to mention the aristocratic mansion.

It will not be easy to know their existence, assembled in secrecy.

"Time."

One man showed up from inside the mansion.

To his words, the armed men breathe in a tense manner.

That should be it, too.

What they're trying to accomplish more than this is a plan that rocks this country.

Attack the royal palace, capture and dominate kings and princesses.

And seize the throne.

That is, a coup.

If we were to fail, everyone here would remain stigmatized in history as a traitor.

Still, they entrusted their own destiny to one man.

"Gentlemen, at last it is time for me to take the throne"

Long hair soaking in the night breeze.

As brilliant as it is illuminated by the moon and night, it is like a male god popping out of a painting.

With a feminine neat face, its body has grandeur.

Exactly what the word "sturdy" deserves.

But behind those looks, character is harsh and belligerent.

You don't choose means to serve your purpose, so to speak, you're a hegemonic person, but at the same time you have the charisma to attract your surroundings.

Fouselle-Real-St. Gras.

He was the first prince of this country and mastermind of this coup.

Gathered here are the elite knights of his incensed direct command and the knights of the princely nobility who vowed to fight to the end.

"You don't have to be scared. There is no impossible for this me who has gone to many battlefields and left two letters of constant victory. Let us send down heaven upon that foolish king, and let him surely keep this country in our hands."

A voice that made me feel absolute will often passed in silence.

That alone will cut off the strays of the knights who were anxiously captured.

Everyone naturally becomes so concerned that this man would do it.

"His Royal Highness Prince Houzel"

"Your Royal Highness."

"Your Highness."

If I were forgiven, I would have shouted that name out loud.

"Out of the line."

When they leave the mansion, they proceed in an undisturbed motion along the night lane of the king's capital, with the prince at the forefront.

A group of people departed from other mansions along the way merged, increasing their numbers.

and then.

"Oh, my brother. Where are you taking such a bunch of reclining people?

To the beautiful voice that sounded in the night darkness, Houzel stopped his legs.

"... what?

The servant, too, is bewildered by a situation he did not even anticipate.

Boulevard where they advance.

There was a figure of one girl in the middle of it.

Emerald green hair reminiscent of the sea of the South.

Jeweled eyes of the same color.

It is in the darkness of this night that they stand out beautifully.

It was his belly sister, Fiora-Rea St. Gras, who showed up alone.

"Why are you here?

As he seeps through his vigilance, Houzel asks.

"Is that your dialogue? You left a long time ago, didn't you, brother?

……

I wonder if the information was leaking, and Houzel is heartily irritating.

Now an ambush is a failure.

Nevertheless, when you get here, it doesn't change what you do.

Just keep attacking inside the royal palace and win.

It may have gotten a little more difficult, but I was confident that this army would lightly kick the Knights of the Royal Palace and others.

Naturally, he is only entrusted with the guardianship of the Royal Palace, and the individual talents of the Knights of the Royal Palace are superb.

But against the Knights of the Royal Palace, who lack experience in human warfare, the Prince has dived through many battlefields against enemy nations.

That level of proficiency is incomparable.

But what I still can't solve is my sister in front of me.

"Oh, my God, of course I know. As much as your brother is trying to make this country his own by violent means."

"... Then why are you here? I see you have no squire."

In this operation, her presence is more important than that of a king.

It couldn't have been any more if they were grasping this information, such as showing up this way.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, I'm so angry."

"... what are you talking about?

"Of course it's about your mother? Honestly, he was mediocre, except for the good looks, and a good person to say that he was disqualified as a queen who showed more interest in dresses and jewelry than in politics... but he wasn't a good person to be killed."

Traditionally in the kingdom, princesses were not so close in affection because they were raised by nannies.

Still, give birth to me with a stomachache, and I am the one with the blood connection.

The mother was killed suddenly.

by the hand of my brother in front of me.

And with my brother in my stomach.

Fiora told him with a miserable grin.

"So I definitely thought to your brother that if you bend (...) shame (...) and put (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)

Immediately after that.

Houzel was kneeling on the spot and drooling his neck toward Fiora.

"" "Oh, Your Royal Highness?

That's in motion that means obeying the Lord as a subordinate.

There will be no further humiliation for Houzel, such as taking such subordinate gratitude to his sister.

And in front of his followers.

"... what...?

Houzel, who returned to me for a moment, was stunned by his unbelievable deeds.