Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

A potpourri set up in the middle of the plain, where King Rosalia and a few of his flanks gather, as well as me and the brigade leaders, representatives of the Demon King's Army.

King Rosalia was younger than he thought.

No, it could still be a good age to be a boy.

Would it be 13-14 when I was a year old? He is quite a beautiful boy.

The proximity is also younger than I thought.

Alistair says they seem to be fox hunting and poetry buddies, and have no connection to politics or the military.

I mean, a hobby buddy that has nothing to do with a single prime minister who's bullshitting national politics?

However, it seems certain that I am fed up with the dictatorship of Eichs, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, who on that basis decided arbitrarily on this peace conference.

Tristan III, the King, explained that to me at the opening.

There seems to be no lie in that word.

What stupid honesty, or would you be a poorly diplomatic king?

I wonder if you are the king of a country, such as talking such inside information from the beginning.

Diplomacy is a vain rush, but I think it's third class as a diplomat to tell Bella the truth from the start.

- But I'm sure this hand is useful for some opponents.

For example, the opposite can be liked by a lying ineffective opponent, like Eltoria of the Trade Union.

And I also preferred someone who would honestly tell me his thoughts like this to someone who didn't know what he was thinking in his belly.

Therefore, I speak frankly to the king.

"Your Majesty, I understand that Your Majesty is tired of this battle, but His Excellency the Chancellor, who is bull-hearing the Kingdom of Rosalia, has not, have you noticed?

Tristan slowly shakes his neck vertically.

"I know. That's why I went ahead with this story only with the nearest ones, and I called Alistair and sent her to you as a messenger."

That is, send your gaze to Alistair, who is holding back on the side.

Alistair, beholden to the king, was solidified as if the magic of the "Freeze" had been hung too much of the tension.

"Then His Majesty himself does not differ in peace, is that correct?

Tristan nodded, "Whether it is or not," signing the prepared peace document, all the more evidence than the theory, and pressing Kunikoji.

Seeing that, I decided to trust this king completely.

It was Grandpa's teachings to see his actions more than the words of him.

Pushing a national seal on it means that a king of a country formally makes a treaty.

Break it and the country's fame and trust will fall to the ground.

It's not easy to push.

Having confirmed that, I also decided to live up to the king's trust by my actions.

Upon confirmation that there are no deficiencies in the provisions of the paperwork of the Covenant, he signs and presses the national seal deposited by the Demon King.

This would result in the peace between the Demon King's Army and Rosalia being officially decided.

Cheered voices and applause arise from among those who were gazing at that historic moment.

"Oh, now we're free from years of war"

"Let's use this as an opportunity to wipe out the Eichs faction that bulls the government."

"Anyway, let's return to the King's Capital as soon as possible, declare this fact to the people, inform the King's Alliance as well, and tell them that the world of war is over"

was the word near the king's side.

Meanwhile, the reactions of the executives of our camp vary.

"Oh man, I'm relieved you're able to sign it safely," Giron and others say, leaking a sigh of relief. Giron seemed to think of the king himself as a trap as well as a glue and the signing ceremony itself.

But still, I seemed happy that peace had succeeded, and now I can focus on child making and parenting, I was happy.

"And you just want about 12 kids"

And he was shattered.

Lilith's reaction was easy to understand.

This girl doesn't particularly like the battle itself, but she loves the rough spots.

You look targeted, even though this signature secretly failed and I wish it had been a riot.

Sigan, a dragon man, is as silent and faceless as ever.

Whether this war is over or in a time of peace, that will not change.

I just don't think I'll let go of that spear because I was born a samurai.

Perhaps, in order to enhance their skills, they will declare and embark on a training journey.

I felt that way.

Recently, Elf's warrior chief Anemone, who has just joined the subordination, is on the contrary decent.

She jumped out of the woods of the World Tree, her hometown, in a temper to fly to the forefront of the battle against humans.

It should have taken considerable preparation to abandon the life of a peaceful forest, but that readiness has also been wasted in just a few months.

Speaking of pity, the people of the woods, the elves, are originally a peace-loving species.

I'm sure soon that confusion will turn into joy, returning to the woods and regaining its usual life.

I can imagine living amicably with a sister of the opposite character.

Now, the problem was, he was king of Dwarves.

I have an appointment with him.

That promise is the reconstruction of Dwarf's kingdom.

When I made my covenant with him, I did promise to rebuild Dwarf's kingdom.

Making peace with Rosalia also meant not fulfilling the covenant.

The kingdom where the dwarf was is far west.

If we are to live up to our promise, we must conquer Rosalia, attack a country called Ismas, which is next door, and take back the Dwarf's land.

Or maybe I've betrayed my ever dedicated allies for the peace hanging in front of me.

That's what I thought. I was staring at Gunter, but did you guess that?

Gunter whispered in my ear as he walked up to this one.

"I don't care. Sure, he didn't fulfill his original promise, but Lord Ike fulfilled his promise to me in a different way."

"Different shapes? is it?"

"Yes."

and the oligarchy king waves his heavy jaw slightly vertically.

Fine jawbeard shakes only slightly.

"Lord Ike gave our Dwarves a place in a different way. It gave me a wonderful city called Everlice. Sure, the rebuilding of Wilheim, Dwarf's kingdom, will no longer come true, but I don't mind that. Originally, I don't care about the country... Dwarves work vibrantly and drink as much alcohol as they like when they want. It's just the difference between that place being Wilheim or not."

When Gunter, king of Dwarves, said so, he later tied his mouth to a single letter.

I was relieved to hear the words, but I felt sorry for myself.

However, if Lord Gunter is like that, I couldn't help arguing any more.

Above this we will only be able to repay our duty to him by entering into a treaty, developing Ivaris more and making a city where the Dwarves live well.

That's what I thought I'd do, I'd put some effort into a gripping pact, but when I realized it, I'd loosen that hand.

You shouldn't.

This Treaty is, in a sense, the most precious piece of paper in the world.

I couldn't put one wrinkle on it until I delivered it to the Demon King.

I order Giron to keep the Covenant in a crate.

Giron also holds the Covenant in a crate with a tense face.

This man also seems to understand the weight of the paper.

I literally took a breather when I made sure Giron put the treaty in a crate without falling or shaming.

"All you have to do is bring this back to the Demon King."

"Oh, and..."

And that's what I tried to say, but that word never lasted until the end.

All of a sudden, because soldiers have broken into the curtains.

In an instant I was in a combat position.

For if we are assassinated here King Rosalia, everything will be returned to the blisters.

Beyond the covenant, it will be difficult for this king to return to the king's capital alive.

Until the other day, I confronted him as king of enemy forces, but now that things have changed, Tristan has been one of my allies.

When I crack in front of Tristan, I can put my strength into the wand of the circular snake I was holding in my right hand.

However, its power weakens quickly as well.

Because it turns out that the man who's been intruding isn't like an assassin.

The man who came into the curtain was the SS knight of Tristan.

He comes in with a critical report with his breath out.

"Ha, it's tough. There was a coup d 'état in Wang Du!

"A coup!?

The boy king frowns.

"What do you mean? What do you mean, what happened?

"That depends on the report of the decree that His Excellency the Chancellor has removed His Majesty and established His Royal Highness Mr. Lambert, brother of His Royal Highness Tristan, and established a new regime!

"What!?

Tristan screams out loud.

"There is no way such outrage can be tolerated!

The boy king keeps doing so, but the preaching keeps calm.

"But the kings who have already made a proclamation to all of Rosalia and have joined the Alliance of Kings have also agreed,"

"Hey, what the..."

Tristan loses his word.

I speak for him.

"Already rooted that far, you mean"

But it was Alistair, the leader of the White Rose Knights, who had argued there.

"Sire, be sure! Eichs plotted a rebellion, but the national seal is here. A declaration of withdrawal or something would be invalid. The White Rose Knights, plus His Majesty's SS, will be on His Majesty's side. And the rightful throne is still in His Majesty's hands. The marquis will follow your side."

Alistair's claim is half right and half wrong.

To prove it, when I returned to the table, I took the national seal that had been placed there.

The same gaze gathers on me, but I can put magic in my palm without worrying.

And squeeze it.

Together with the sound of what, the national seal crumbles.

Seeing the sight, Alistair raises a voice similar to that of a scream.

"A, Lord Ike, what can you do!? That is the only national seal in the world. The thing with it is a testament to the king!!

I control Alistair with a sober voice.

"The national seal of the Kingdom of Rosalia is said to be made of the legendary metal Abyssinion, supposedly tougher than the Orihalcon. Will the national seal deform easily?

Please join me in my claim and spit.

"Does that mean that the national seal is fake,?

"There's no other possibility. Apparently the real thing is over there."

It must have been switched at some point.

I assure you, I gave Tristan the bearded national seal.

Tristan leaks a discouraged voice when he sees it.

"... you mean, the rest are no longer kings?

"That's what happens on the papers."

That's what I say, but keep going.

"I don't know how the later history books will be written. It is also possible for later historians to write that His Majesty Tristan has returned his brother for conspiracy."

"In other words?"

And Alistair asks.

I answer.

"It will come. If you defeat the army of Chancellor Eichs and triumph over the King's capital, you will be safe and restored to His Majesty Tristan."

It was Tristan who raised his surprise at the words.

"So you're saying that the army of Eichs is going to attack us now?

"You will, my brother, because now that I have put you in power, His Majesty is the most intrusive man on this earth."

Tristan holds his head when he hears the words.

"Oh, no, you're going to fight Eichs…, the king's capital has nearly 10,000 troops to refrain from -"

Tristan said that Rosalia now has a knighthood close to 10,000 hiccups.

If the Knights attack me, I'm frightened they won't win.

"I've never commanded a battle before. There's no way you can win" that was Tristan's claim.

Honestly, I was a painted monarch of incompetence, but I didn't find it offensive.

I speak for my strength.

Sometimes a king who spots talent better than a poorly fought king takes command and gives that person a free hand is better.

In previous life, for example, there were warlords named Itoyu and Liu Bang.

The item feathers did not listen to others because they were competent, strong in self, and also boasted an unparalleled strength of their own.

On the other hand, a warlord named Liu Bang, aware that he was incompetent, listened to his competent men and let them wield free exploitation.

Despite his overwhelming talent, the last person to win was an ordinary man named Liu Bang.

The point was trusting my men and entrusting everything was one of the vessels the king needed.

However, it was also true that when that passed the degree, the power of his subordinates would be enlarged to the extreme, producing a man like Eichs -.

It's hard to be an item feather, but it's also hard to be a man like Liu Bang.

Now, will this boy have a vessel as king?

I asked frankly.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, could you entrust me with the command of Your Majesty's SS, and the White Rose Knights?

It was not Tristan himself who reacted to the words, but the leader of the SS and the thoughtful nobility.

"Hey, what a disrespect! Are you trying to fool us?

I can't help but say so, but yes, I can't even go.

I said in a gentle tone to avoid damaging their self-esteem.

"I know a hundred things about disrespect. But getting out of this crisis will require human and demonic cooperation."

"You think we need help? You think you can defeat 10,000 troops with 2,000 soldiers?"

"We can beat it."

I say confidently.

Regardless, I believe it is proof of incompetence to be relative to a large army in an oligarchy (Kahey), but I don't need to be humble here. I didn't need to show weakness to the person I was about to convince.

"You may manage to win"

Then there's no way you can trust them either.

Besides, words are spirits. Even if it is strategically overwhelmingly unfavourable, I am not willing to talk about it as "unbeatable," etc. My grandfather used to say that. When the general who commands the troops grunts, "You can't win," he says that the army has already lost.

When I heard that word, it sounded like a superstitious sermon, but now that I'm back and forth from the battlefield, I know what that word means.

It's not sweet enough to try and win with the willingness to lose from the start, he said.

Therefore, I cut a big deal that seemed reckless at first sight, but it seemed to have worked.

In the great opposition of the king's proximates, Tristan, pondering, made this declaration.

"... um, fine. Let us entrust the command of the SS and the White Rose Knights to Lord Ike."

When they hear the word, the shorthand will cease to speak. Some raised a voice close to screaming, but the king spoke calmly to them.

"Didn't you guys say that in the first place? Lord Ike is a famous general among the famous generals. He said the character also respected benevolence and loved peace. That's why I asked this man to mediate peace."

That's what Tristan says, he stares at Alistair.

Is the rumor true? It was a gaze like asking.

Alistair was a little confused, but nodded slightly and said "Thank you."

"Besides, Lord Ike's strength will be well known. Many of these were made to lick bitter juice on the battlefield, too?

Some things make you silent when you hear that word, some shade your face.

In fact, some of them may have seen each other on the battlefield.

I guess the king's words triggered it.

Since then, nothing has denied the king's story.

In other words, I suppose you also entrust me with the command of the King's gesture.

That's how I interpreted it, and I ask Tristan again.

"So you can count on me for this battle, okay?

Tristan turns this way,

"Uhm."

and nodded forcefully.

I'm sure when I see that.

This boy may not be an incompetent monarch, he said.

He is still a young boy, or he may be playing a brain-weather monarch to protect himself from Eichs, who cows his national government.

He said he reigned king when he was 10 years old.

Eichs' dictatorship had already begun by then, so maybe he played a pagoda and showed no interest in national politics in order to protect himself from Eichs' poisonous teeth.

I can also interpret it that way, but it won't be now when I check to see if that interpretation is correct.

Now anyway, we should have taken full command and concentrated on driving out the imminent enemy.