Mysterious Job Called Oda Nobunaga

Early in the morning, the south gate of the royal capital opened slowly from inside. The sun is reflected on Mizuhori and it is shimmering white. We can see the middle gate of the royal capital in front of the "government" of Rumi I. From now on we are heading.

Inside the gate, the soldiers in Hasse salut-no, bow down and bow. The weapon itself was not dirty as there was no major fighting, but there is no animation at all. On the other hand, we, the "government", go inside dignifiedly. That's also out of work. We carry the authority of the king. It can't be unsightly. On my armor, not only the Navel family crest, but also the royal crest. Instead of being the General of the Naivel family, he was the husband of Rumi and returned here as a regent of the Kingdom of Sirwill.

Rumi is right next to me. Even though he is not a soldier, he has a tough face on horseback as a king. Still, my temperament cannot be erased. Rumi is a Rumi and now plays a fine monarch.

"Don't worry. If anyone shoots with a bow and arrow, the trumpet is gone first." I gently tweet to Rumi. I knew it was hard. "I'm not worried about that," Rumi smiled thinly. "I just feel the pressure of the kingdom and I'm naturally leaning."

"What is the king's generation in Rumi?" "It's the twenty-fifth generation. By the way, the kingdom is 328 years from its founding this year. I guess. "Just after the era of the" Hundred Years Civil War ". I'm not nervous, considering that what has been going on will change today.

Passing the soldiers who were on the side of Hasse, the people who came to watch buried the roadside. Some people shout, "Hello, His Majesty Rumy!" "Hello, Regent!" Others seem uneasy because they cannot read the political situation.

If the Hasse would continue to take control of the royal capital, remarks praising Rumi I would be dangerous. A wise man should not say anything yet. In addition, the people of the royal city must be able to feel that something big will simply happen. The king has been replaced many times, but it is different. After all, there should be no power to face the new king. The division of the country ends with the complete surrender of the former king.

Eventually, you will reach the royal capital's largest intersection. Merges with another soldier marching from both sides. They came from the West Gate and East Gate. The representative of the west gate is Tarsha Machal. The representative of the East Gate is Saltis Nistonia. The son of Tarsha is my seed, and the daughter of Saltis, Yucca, is my concubine, so it can be said that my marriage is solidified.

Sortis declined that he was not a large lord enough to do the part, but he did. Since you are in the Earl status, there should be no problem.

The convoy of the three soldiers crosses the bridge from there to the castle's middle gate. At this moment, the bloodless opening of the castle was realized. It would be proud to be able to seize the Royal Castle without dying.

We aim at the throne. There you have an audience. But Hasse is already off the throne. I let Hasse drink there. Hasse is not already a king. The only situation today is that Hasse, who is no longer a king, has a crown.

Hasse seemed to be smaller than she had met before. It is not a year of illness, so he must have been sick of this turmoil. Gray hair is beginning to mix. And he has a crown in his confident hand. His crown seemed to be very poor, too.

Behind Hasse is a "Chungshin" who followed him to the end. Some are looking at Rumi and me. I feel nothing now. I know that if you live this way, you will get grudges. He has been resentful in this life, not enough to be born ten times.

Bureaucrats like Jahn Khan, who had a strong connection with me, were in the middle of being "loyal". Even though they look weird, I still realize the difference in feeling from those who have followed Hasse all the time.

This time, I'm not the protagonist. The king is Rumi. However, at first, it was necessary to play a proactive role. I'm out right before Rumi.

"The former king, please give your Majesty the return of the crown now," I told Hasse with a cold expression. There is no point in showing extra emotion. "Your brother-in-law, did you plan to make your sister a king ...?" Hasse asks in a weak voice.

"It's the former king who made me a rebel, and he knows that his wife, the Majesty, was also furious." All that is over. Hasse doesn't even understand that.

"Now, return the crown to His Majesty." I moved one step to the right. The eyes of Rumi and Hasse overlap.

Rumi extended her hands forward. "Now, in this hand, a crown, a proof of being a king."

Hasse once sighed in heaven, but then slowly walked forward. A shoe hits the stone floor, and a bang, and a high sound is heard.

And about three jars to Rumi-

"Wait for the king, please!" One of the vassals rushed out-he dashed all the way to Hasse.

"For what purpose was this dagger hidden? Former King," Hasse's formal dress saw a sword that was not contained in a sheath.