My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"- I'm sorry. So far, please do it again"

To Eolazel's question, which doubted his ears, his companions on the other side of the wooden statue (...) repeated the same contents.

- "Mercenaries and soldiers are out of the way. I'll tell you anyway. I can handle it if Berge wants. Okay, bye."

The words of the harsh girl are only the representations of those who made the plan.

Those who made the plan - the response of the mastermind merely repeated doubtful content.

- It is the early morning of the previous day, on the night of the commotion.

There is only one person in the operational conference room who has rapidly built into the Marquis of Monti who should also be said to be inside the body of Eolazel.

Normally, the Marquis of Monti, the Lord of this Mansion, and his son, the next Lord of the Marquis of Monti, as well as the Soldier Chief and representatives of the mercenaries, will be present.

Now, there's only Eolazel and Sash and Berge.

On their way to King Barbarant's capital, the two of them, who came to meet because they were passing by, saw how Eolazel was so full that they decided to stay there.

Question of throne succession.

I can only thank you for the same period when we decided to bear such an overly heavy problem together, which is no longer small but no different from war.

But that's fine now.

Sash and Berge decided to stay unplanned, but the other contemporaries had assembled in the Wang capital, as planned.

And - I'm listening now to the plans I've made to unlock the status quo.

"Well, if it's out of the way, it's out of the way"

Blue-haired youth Sash says blurry.

But they only get Eolazel's voice on the other side of the wooden statue (...) where they were able to communicate the other day, so they have nothing to say from the other side.

"Are you willing to kill the first prince or the second prince? Whatever our feelings are.

If we keep bumping into each other, people will surely die, and even the people of Barbarant, who have nothing to do with the worst, could be sacrificed. It's a bad place to hang out. It's annoying. "

"Uhm," he nodded, a cook aspiring Berge.

"There hasn't been a war in the last hundred years, these are the times. The throne that forms on the blood in this day and age is nothing.

Now often, these distortions (strains) will accompany Prince Asic for life and the Kingdom of Barbarant. I hope it doesn't distort much sooner or later.... the people are the only ones who are annoyed. "

I agree with Eolazel.

It's just this situation because there was no other way - to gather soldiers and attack the castle and do something about the second prince.

The decision is tomorrow night.

The mercenaries, now scattered all over the place, are giving instructions to gather tomorrow night in certain places.

- But that, until now, is the story.

What is critical and in time is a plan that makes me doubt the ears I am hearing right now.

Part of the plan is - "Do something about soldiers and mercenaries".

That means killing the power of First Prince Asiczaria.

To put it plainly, I'm telling you to take away the weapons you have.

But it is synonymous with placing a weapon in front of an enemy who is willing to kill.

If we do it when we are about to wage war, it is undoubtedly an action in which we can see battle. You can say it's close to surrender behavior.

Can I get on with this plan?

"Nice, Eolazel."

That's the plan that many might die of irresistance. I can't stop - but my reliable contemporaries were laughing.

"There are ten times as many soldiers in that castle over there, aren't there? Besides, the idiot, uh, the knight's waiting in the castle. If you do it properly, you won't win. It's just a sacrifice."

"I think so, too. If - if you say you have a plan to overturn it, you won't have to lose a ride. There are those who see a winning opportunity in a battle with a thin eye from the beginning. Then you just have to believe it.

If you have a thin eye for winning anyway, just pick one that has at least as much chance of winning as you want. What can I get lost in?

Beyond the wooden statue, the purpose of the conceived mastermind is to "minimize damage".

That's why I'm telling you to stop imitating frontal collisions.

If we get this far already, we can't break up soldiers or mercenaries.

Even if a soldier could, a mercenary gathered for gold probably wouldn't pull it off. They also have menthes.

Then we have no choice but to eliminate it other than persuasion.

"- Berge. Disablement of soldiers and mercenaries, can you?

I want to minimize the damage.

It feels the same way, neither Eolazel, nor Asiczalia, the first prince who is not here.

Then, yes, there's certainly no reason to get lost, maybe.

Above all, we gathered for Eolazel, who asked for help, and decided to be involved in this commotion, friends who once slept together, incited and sometimes challenged us together to the challenge of putting our lives on hold.

Don't believe me here. What are we gonna do?

"- Oh, I can. There is something that Karon taught me about magic medicine that might be useful. Mixing one drug with two drugs gives you a high sleep benefit."

"- You can do it now. Really? I'll ask you later. Let's hear the rest of the plan."

And now.

More than two hundred soldiers and mercenaries who drank a glass of economy had been wiped out in seconds of things.

"Wow, that works."

"Oh, you work better than I imagined. It was only a good pill for me to sleep well."

The cook who made the soup filled with sleeping pills and the blue-haired man who poured the liquor around were surprised that it was his own doing.

"Ready? This is the magic potion that Karon taught me. One drug alone has no effect. Because some soldiers and mercenaries are familiar with poison. It stinks if they find out. That's why it has no direct effect.

However, a mixture of the two chemicals creates a strong drug effect. This is another potent sleeping pill...... hey listen. You promise to ask, right?

"Yes, yes, the one that works when you mix soup and booze. Okay, I get it."

I'm sure I planted it to be like this.

But the sight of more than two hundred large adults falling in the woods was more amazing than I could have imagined.

"Oh, oh, brother... really now...?

There has been a war coming, but Ashik Zaria, who is still being hunted down in this unusual sight, has already lost his back.

To such a brother, he gave no fine dust such as what he was surprised by inside himself, and Eolazel nodded with a smile.

"Oh, that's exactly what we planned."

Some of them seem to have difficulty with medication and leak groans, but their consciousness seems rather hazy. I guess I can't help but be sleepy and sleepy.

We can't get into our ears, like the conversation between the generals who poisoned us.

"Shiro, please come after me. Because this is the last time."

Ask White Wolf Shiroka Kellogg to escort them.

They can't move now, no matter what. No matter who doesn't come, it's a place and a situation where maybe demons come out, so I decide to get her to protect me for a while with excellence.

The effect of the drug itself will likely be lifted at dawn, as it will soon disappear for the price.

Siroccarolo would cover it sparingly, even with such a wide range of defenses. He doesn't seem to have any particular problems either.

Then I'll go first.

and rushed to King Barbarant's Capital at such a rate that Sash disappeared.

He will join his companions moving in the King's Capital with this information.

"Shall we go too, Ashik?"

"Yes..."

The plan moved.

The last decision to lose soldiers and mercenaries here was certainly made by Asiczaria - hear that the plan is to minimize the damage.

I tried to jump and accept that there was only such a sweet ideal...

But when I see a sight like this...

Can I trust my brother, who lived and broke up like this?

On the other hand, I understand that I can't turn back and refuse to do more than the plan is already moving.

I don't know anything anymore.

Ashikzaria, who could only remain there, began to travel to the royal castle of Barbarant with only a few, so that she could be led by the voice of Eolazel.

"-Hey. How's the tail?

Sash, who had come one foot ahead, but at an extraordinary speed, to the entrance to the king's capital, joined Hariatan, who had given the signal to flash the light.

In the vicinity, the soldiers are down. I'm sure he knocked it down.

"We haven't had a problem so far. What about you?"

"As planned. That was amazing, huh? Soldiers and mercenaries alike."

"Ho. That would have been a sight to see. - I need your help."

"Ooh."

The two go into the task of dragging down the falling soldier and gathering him in the shadows, tying him up and keeping him in line. Some people are conscious, but if they can't move, the same thing. Let the monkey bite.

"So, how far are we going?

"For now, control of the boulevard is complete. Nobody gets in the way of the Imperial Castle. Well, the princes should come slow."

"Um... the soldier hunt in Castle Town, is redhead and you in motion?

"Oh. Zero points and the Orientals got into the royal castle. I don't know. They're moving, but they're watching to drive the citizens back."

"I'm listening. You're one of the abominations, aren't you?

"And a few more adventurers are in."

"Huh? The Adventurer Alliance here, are you helping us?

"My little one, the first prince.... No, that might not be accurate either.

Redhead persuaded me. If civil unrest is inevitable anymore, tell him we should move the adventurer to minimize the damage. Then he lied that he was moving at the behest of the First Prince. "

"Did he blow that clear? It's hard to think back then."

"Right. He was serious back then. I'm a complete adventurer."

"Right. Liars are the beginning of an adventurer."

Talking about that, cleaning up the soldiers, they walk down to Castle Town.

The city is quiet.

But I feel the tension straining the air so painfully.

- Lisse and Hariatan's role is to clean up as many soldiers wandering around the castle town as possible.

If there are many places to hide and many people in the city who can help us via Florentine, we can reduce the number of soldiers on patrol without discovering them.

At least, they've trained as much as it's possible. There's no way I can't.

However, the atmosphere is sword swallowing.

It seems that the noise is the only thing that hasn't happened, but only the characteristically dangerous atmosphere in which the havoc takes place drifts firmly throughout the Wang capital.

I don't know where he is right now, but redhead - Lisse must be seriously hunting soldiers.

When Sash and Hariatan, as well as Barbarant adventurers and residents behind, held onto the boulevard leading to the castle.

Slowly, a line emerged of the First Prince Asiczaria.

This is undoubtedly a civil unrest, which, if I say so, is classified as war.

But only a few, walking on the grand boulevard without blindfolding, are like those who were promised the way to the throne.

A second prince conspiracy, the first prince expelled from the castle.

The first prince, in a position that might be called "pity", walks in the middle of a battlefield with no enemies, with only two squires beside him, without being able to hide or take the soldiers.

It is abnormal.

Abnormal, but very picturesque.

When the bard saw it, it seemed like a song, and this was a walk full of piercing locks: the one who would go the king's way.

And one who saw them like that and moved.

- Boss, it's time.

- Whoa.

west side of the walls protecting the Royal Castle of Barbarant.

A small, gray-haired red-eyed girl followed the men on the strong side of the wall where the soldiers' stuffing was sitting.

"Good luck."

Earlier on, Slam's boss proxy Florentine comes forward, cheered by Trawl, the cat beast who has escaped from inside the royal castle.

A man on the strong side keeps her coat walking.

"- Honey, no."

Florentine put her hands on the wall.

The stone walls are thick, cold and strong.

Where each person pushed or pulled, it was not even frightening.

Or should not, and should not be.

"Mm-mm."

But there were those who were about to do that which should not be done.

"- Uh-oh!!

Shake down as much of your head as you want, with all the "Materials/Weirds" open.

Dowwwwwwwww!!

The ground rocked.

The walls smashed and blew away, along with shocking sounds that stung my ears.

It's not that dimension of cracks getting in, or parts breaking.

Exactly what should be called the power of a ghost. The entire peripheral wall with a strong head thrust collapsed to blow inside under a strong...... too strong impact.

Just a head punch.

That alone is the damage of siege weapons.

- We're pulling out.

Florentine, who has personally only seen "just a head punch" on the strong side and trawl that is so stunned and solidified by the power, now the role just walks out at the end.

- Thank you very much.

One of the strong faces puts the coat he kept on his shoulder.

"" - Thank you!!

And the other strong sides and Trawl joined their voices to pay tribute to the boss's work and follow the return of a small back that cut the wind with his shoulders.