Neta Chara

* Fabranova point of view

"Sister up! Why don't you attack Gwayne's territory? If you ask me, he's pointing his troops to the northeast, which has become a no-lordain zone, and I hear the territory is a stuffed shell! If we don't sharpen his power on this occasion, we'll be in our country again!

Yugnaud's fury echoes between the thrones of the royal palace. The ministers in line stood shoulder to shoulder in their voices.

"Your Highness Jugneau... now is the time to set up your internal affairs. I don't have a budget to go on an outing or anything at a time when I have to develop a new mine!

It was Nord, who, as an economic bureaucrat, had grown more present, without even being frightened by Yugnow's fury to disprove it. He has chosen his daughter Delprius over me to run south as the cauldron of Rosvita, making it the turn of the national treasury of the Principality of Black Dragon.

That and this was also because many young Dragonian civilians and Dragonut martial arts officers were named among their successors, starting with Rosvita, who was a better economic bureaucrat than Kent Blackdagger, and headed by Delprius and Lyumidra.

For this reason, the dragonian species, which had occupied a high post in the Duchy of Black Dragons, had declined dramatically, giving a high post to those who seemed capable among the western Hordes who, like Nord, had been newly subordinated in the king's capital and after the Travers events.

This meant that the Duchy of Black Dragon was about to crack again. It is a fierce political struggle between the Black Dragon faction, which was the dominant race of ancient ginseng, and the newly appointed newcomers.

As far as I'm concerned, I employ it with capability prioritism, but the ancient dragonian species had reports that it was repugnant and that many people looked at the addition of non-dragonian species to the operation of the Principality. The Black Dragon sect was mainly headed by Jugnault, connecting strong pipes to the military.

On the other hand, newcomers seem to be headed by Nord, the outgoing, with talent such as economic bureaucrats and civil servants assuming names.

"Ha... both of you stop arguing! My country would be insulted if we fought like that!

"Shit! Attack or we'll have a serious security crisis in our country! If Gwayne accumulates power, he will come and destroy our country before the kingdom! They think my sister understands that best!

Yugnault is childish in his political judgment, but when thinking is about war, it was shown in the earlier mayhem that he exhibits a miserable understanding and tactical eye. Thanks to this, the military is able to leave it to Jugnault, but it was troubling that political thinking was at a level that was completely untold.

"I know, but if Nord didn't have the money to mobilize, he wouldn't be able to fight! Our country is at the bottom of the treasury with the Travers accident and the mobilization of the Geltraut uprising, as everyone in this line knows well."

The ministers who listened to my words lay their faces down on the top and bottom. In fact, the treasury of the Duchy of the Black Dragon had dwindled to a critical point in two major mobilizations, and it was managed to hold up by the advancing contributions of the newly submissive Western Marquis.

"Your Highness Jugneau! Please accept reality. You can't touch a sleeve without it."

Nord is desperately trying to salvage the economy, but it was reported by Nord that the sale of metalworking products, metals, etc. which is the main product of our country, is in poor condition, and that newly built Lindblum products in the south are becoming popular within the Principality.

Perhaps Kent Blackdagger is developing and exporting the mines found by Rosvita with extra financial resources, but it was originally supposed to belong to the Principality of Blackdragon if there was no Dee.

Kent Black, you dagger! Abominable!

"Then don't rely on the national treasury! With my daughter's son-in-law's capital, I'm gonna let Gwayne blow a bubble! Sister, thank you!

Jugnault has made a hell of a statement. When it came to his daughter, she was marginal but Lyumidra, and if she became his son-in-law, she was undisputed Kent Black Dagger. The plan was to give Kent a shoulder replacement for the cost of this expedition.

"Reckless! There's no way Kent Blackdagger's gonna get that story! He's hostile to the Duchy of the Black Dragon!

"No, you're not, sister. Kent is more hostile to Gwayne than we are. This expedition is also from Lyumidra, in the southern border of Bergamot..."

"Yugnaugh! I would have told you to cut off your daughter. Ugh!

I was cut off from Delprius when deporting the Successors, and I thought Jugneau was also cut off from Lyumidra, but still seemed to be connected to Lyumidra under the water, and it seemed that this burgeoning idea was from Lyumidra, or perhaps from around Lyla, the prime minister of the Southern Border Berg.

I thought it had grown a little, but was it still an impossible story to ask Jugnault for political sense...

In response to Yugnow's remarks, the Throne Room squeaks. Because it was exposed that the top of the army was connected to a potential enemy, the Southern Border Berg Nation.

"Your Highness Jugneau! You are connected to the southern border of Bergamot!

"Shit! Who would do something cunning like insider? All I did was solicit investors for this expedition! And your brother will be named after the investor!

Butchy Jugnault threw a further bomb statement at Nord's pursuit.

"Come on, Aldo! You're stupid! It's easy for him to give money..."

"What a fool! Fool and Ha! I'm the heir to the throne! Watch your mouth, you new comer!

When Chancellor Aldo was chewing on one of them, he might have spoken with Lila in advance about this one. Maybe the trap had already been put up during the post-war processing conference.

It's really troublesome... but it's hard to dismiss a project in my country that will gain if you get Gwayne territory without sending out military resources for the expedition...

"Wait! I've told you many times not to argue! Jugneau, do you have a plan to cover the cost of this expedition?

"Yes! I already have a formula to cover it with more capital than the Black Daggers and the Royal Family. It won't take months if it's about to occupy the land where Gwayne is absent. I thought it would be enough to mobilize an air force and an infantry of about 3,000."

Yugnault has also responded slushly to my advice as to whether he intended to impose an expedition even if he was opposed.

"Your Majesty! There's no way to open a war with the Real Devil's Kingdom right now!

"It's Nord. Rashid, the true demon king, will be opportunistic. It's just a piece of cake, and I don't have the power to make decisions. Yugnaud is right. If Gwayne builds up his power, he's bound to turn his fangs on us. If we can secure the cost of the expedition, we have no objection to cutting his power zone. However, this expedition will take place until Dalakar Leah, the core territory. That's good."

The martial officers raise their praise for my decision. The civilians, on the other hand, looked down clouding their faces.

"Sister! We will dispatch you immediately. Forgive me for this!

Yugnault leaves the throne room with a cheeky face. Seeing that face made me a little angry, but given the fruit I could get from this expedition, I managed to have a range of expressions to put up with.

"Your Majesty... there's no easy way for my brother to give money! This seems to be a trap! Please reconsider!

"I know. Perhaps what we do is that information will flow to Gwayne, but we just have to drop it sooner. Jugnault has no political sense, but as a warlord, he is a first-class product. As I said, you will finish your expedition up to Dalla Carlia. And if Gwayne turns back here, it will be a strategy to consolidate northeastern rule by moving around the Garuda Emirates."

"If you are reading so much, why are you moving?"

"I want gold... it's good to have expanded the territory, but if the national treasury is tight, I can't do anything. I hear that Dalla Carlia has some money that Gwayne has accumulated. This expedition can only be regarded as a success if it is taken away. If Gwayne turns back, he can only take the money and relinquish the territory. Like you said, the sleeves are untouched. Without money, we can't have enough policies."

Nord was stuck in words. I can't shake my sleeve without what he said. In other words, our country is on the verge of bankruptcy. Expansion of the territory was expected to increase the revenues of the treasury, but in fact unnecessary expenses were increasing due to policing near the border and ruling on trouble, and treasury revenues had fallen into deficits instead of growing.

… If we endure for a few more years, the treasury's income should improve… If we do not have a system in place that allows us to live on our own income, we will not be absorbed into the Real Demon Kingdom again and be left as an autonomous nation this time…

"... Nord, I'm sorry, but I need you to arrange for Yugno's seized treasure to arrive here safely."

"… accepted"

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to let you rest..."

When I said that, I walked out into the hallway connecting the throne to my private room.

* Rashid Perspective

"Father, something seems to be causing disturbing signs in the Duchy of Black Dragon. Don't you have to send an emergency report to Lord Gwayne?

Yellan, my son and next Duke King, has visited my private room. Usually caged in the royal palace's own chamber, he is a son who doesn't know what he's doing, but his magical arm was exceptionally above his own, and he was a son who congratulated himself on the memory of the true demon elders.

I find it uncomfortable that his son rarely visited his private room.

"It's Yellan. Didn't you ever stick your neck in a politically oriented story? What the hell is wrong with you?

"Flamil did. Looks like King Kent Blackdagger's sideroom, so I thought it was time for me to take it seriously."

Yellan is invincibly laughing at her long stretched dark hair.

"Flamir is King Ghent Blackdagger's sideroom. Take it!! Oh, my God. That story. Ha! Flamir should be in the royal castle. Ugh!

I couldn't hide my surprise in the words of my son, Yellan. My daughter, Flamir, is supposed to live in the Royal Castle as the captain of the Decorative Corps of Demon Guided Soldiers, and we couldn't even look into why she was the sideroom of King Kent Black Dagger, who became the Uncle King of the Southern Frontier.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't tell your father, but Framil seems to inherit the soul of Fortesia."

"What's not good! The soul of Master Fortesia! Why didn't you tell me that?"

When the soul of Fortesiah, the founding fathers, dwelt in Flamir, his daughter, the support of the elders of the true demons soon moved to Flamir, and I was seen to be pursued for the status of Duke King. There was no sense of crisis at all in my son's face, even though Yellan in front of me was in danger of being stripped of that position together when my position was to be pursued.

"Father, you have a loud voice. It's okay. I told you I was gonna be serious. I'm not gonna let Flamir do what he thinks. The elders have already taken it in with a sense of softness."

I was surprised that Yellan, who looked weak, had taken in his elders at some point, but this still seemed to me to be the best user of the young black-colored species, after Clade and Curly.

"Oh well. Then you can rest assured..."

"... Damn, I can't use it. It's my father... so I get into something I have to take seriously. The Principality is in trouble because it draws in Gwayne or something. I'm sorry, but you have to die. There's no way you're gonna make your mother's homeland look good to that Gwayne motherfucker!

All of a sudden, Yellan, who had become an abusive object, pulled out the sword on his hip and stabbed me through the heart.

"Guuuuu!! What! Ghah!"

* Yellan perspective

What was my father is rolling on the floor of the room. This man was close to incompetence. He wanted the throne of the demon king, the sovereign of the continent, knowing he was incapable of his own, and was foolishly committing the great lapse of calling a fornicator named Gwayne into the Principality.

Because Gwayne has been socializing with his territorial father for a long time, he has won a large number of self-proclaimed sympathies in the Principality, and this exile has made it possible for the Principality to have something like Gwayne's autonomous country. Mainly the Sacubus species Filiere was plotting to conjugate the Gweyne faction in the country and to monopolize power, and as it stands, about half of the territory of the Principality of True Demons belonged to Gweyne away from the control of the Principality.

It was mainly non-demonic nobles and suburban lords who swept at Gwayne. My principality has been employing the lord nobility of the Untrue Demon Nation on the outer edge more than in ancient times, and this time it has become a vendetta.

"There's someone here! Father's down!

I call a guard who is holding back in the next room with a purposeful voice. They already had my breath hanging on them, and the guards quickly began to clean up the carpet wet in blood by carrying out my father's anti-corruption procedures.

The next day, the nobles who had gathered in the royal castle in an urgent call were gathered in the throne room. He seemed suspicious of this call by mouth, and was bothering between the thrones.

"I asked you to gather today because I had to tell everyone that my father, Rashid, was sick and lay down on the floor."

Surprising voices are raised by the breathtaking nobles of Gwayne.

"At last, this Yellan will represent the Duke, but those who disagree will be named here."

Silence flows between the thrones. The Nobles of the True Demon Nation seem to have no objection to my representing them, but the Nobles of the Non True Demon Nation looked at this as if they had said something. And one nobleman spoke courageously.

"Lord Yellan! Isn't it too late to tell the Chancellor, Lord Gwayne, that the deputies for the administration?

"Say no!! Prime Minister Gwayne is the one whom my father entrusted. Beginning when I was entrusted by my father to represent the King, I intend to dismiss Gwayne from the office of Prime Minister. You principal-eating parasite! Capture them!"

At my behest, the guards will one after the other capture the nobility of the Ghaines. The nobles of the true demons, who had not swallowed the matter, had merely become spectators.

"From now on, Gwayne is the enemy of the Real Devil's Principality! At the same time, I would like to announce my sister's marriage to Kent Blackdagger, the Uncle King of the Southern Frontier. My true Duchy and the Southern Frontier, all of you, order your liver to become related."

"Become! What the hell! We don't even know that Master Flamir was married to King Black Dagger! The true demon, but also the royal family of the black colour, even though they are kings, to the daughter-in-law of a demonic man."

The man of the True Demon Clan of the Elders hastily hesitated to ask whether or not he had spoken. In fact, a report had been received from Yuri that Flamir seemed to like the outfit he pushed on his own, but King Black Dagger also liked it.

"The Real Demon Kingdom has already been dismantled and this Real Demon Principality is on the verge of being dismantled. Throw away your old habits! Otherwise, our true demons might be turned into the other race of history. Then I will not be able to open it to Master Founding Fortesian! We are the most intelligent and truly demonic people! If you open your eyes and look at the world, you will see, the world is already in turmoil. The sway of Orpheus' paradise is spreading."

It seemed that the nobles of the true Satanic tribe had swallowed things up by the word turmoil.

"So is it up to us to be the species of history or the supreme race to crown the continent again?

"That's right. From now on, the Principality of True Demons shall be supreme in ability. Whether you're a civilian, a sinner, a beggar or a high-ranking post if you show extra talent to make up for it, even if you don't have the witchcraft. Don't think you can sit in a noble position if you show your abilities too. The elders are going to retire if they don't show the same ability."

Tension runs on the nobles in my remarks. Many of them have become aristocrats because they are truly demonic, so when asked to show their abilities, it was already folded.

"Regardless, if you think I'm incompetent as king too, you can defeat me. I am always going to tilt my whole body as king. The hegemonic one can take me away and not drive me down, and go for the throne of the king. That's all I have to say to everyone."

That's all I said, I went back to my private room.

"You were brilliant. That's my Lord. The Gwayne noblemen who were the Lord were able to capture them. Would you like to turn them over to the hostages?

Back in the private room, a woman of the Dream Demon Sacubas species refrained. She was Yuri, the black dagger of earlier generations of dreamers. My relationship began when she was the bride of a previous generation of demon kings, and it was this me who made Yuri a woman. Since then, Yuri and I have been dating for a long time and I have also set up a conflict with the current chief Miriaria.

"Yuri. I need your help with the Dream Demons more than the turnaround. [M] From what I hear, Miriah's going to move her hideout to the south, but what's going on?

"Ha! Dozens of competent sacubas sent to the south have been pulled out. Perhaps it was taken in by the ability of Lord Black Dagger to hear rumors… and this is starting to drive young Sacubas from the inside out to the south."

Spin the words as Yuri looks sorry. If you ask, King Kent has received reports that he has the ability to hold [the sexual haughty] and to captivate women, and the Sacubus species seemed unable to resist him.

"Right... ok. We can't overlook the Sacubas' pull to the south. Yuri moved to our castle with gestures, so that we could gather information for the moment against the south through the Incubus species."

"Yes, Miriah will look good, but she can stand it if she thinks it's for my Lord."

Yuri hated Miriah. If you think someone anywhere got engaged to King Kent on their own after kicking the story of the demon king's bride you recommended, you're outraged that you've called in a bunch of promising young people inside to serve, or that you've taken in southern organizations on your own and scratched the Dream Demon information network.

Originally, the pattern between Yuri and Myriah didn't come close, but Kent appeared irreparably twisted and confused the Dreamdemon Assassins.

"I'm sorry. Until we get rid of Gwen, we need King Kent's help."

"It's okay. Now let's do some work against Gwayne. Do you catch the first one around Filiere, a vault number and diplomat?"

"Fine. Where are you now? Is that Dalla Carlia from home?

"Yes, we will come aboard the attack of the Principality of Black Dragon and abduct them. And then with the help of my Lord."

"I'll take care of it. I destroy enemies within the Principality. And tell the Aldo boy that we're going to help with the Gwayne crusade."

"Ha, I'll take care of it"

Yuri had disappeared from her private room when she said so.

"I didn't know it would be a turmoil... I wish I could have finished everything... I've been patient for nearly four hundred years, but this time [Soul of the King] won't allow it... I didn't expect to be gifted with such skills... what an annoying story"

I sigh looking down the castle from my private room window.