Next Life

Marius was addressed to a room outside the palace.

The rooms are likely to be about ten tatami tatami, and would be comparable to the superior hotel rooms in the original world, except for the large beds and desks, tans, mirror stands, clocks and no TV.

(Still, that's odd)

I took a bath, ate something delicious, and because I was finally comfortable, I could afford to look back.

"It's more about what we're going to do than what's past."

That is the cliché of Marius' late father, something he has been trying to embody.

So when I first came to this world, I gave my full attention to living first.

I don't think that was wrong, but I feel there was something to reflect on.

It was too much, for example, to have been hostile to a flock of goblins and wiped out without question.

I couldn't communicate my intentions if I didn't understand Farmian where Goblin spoke human language, but it's only a theory of results.

There are other lake forests that are semi-destructed, and I think I killed a little too much when I made the signposts.

Then, it seemed like too much vigilance had been exposed to the royal line.

Couldn't we have done a little more?

There was a lack of calm.

We need to keep our heads together so we can stand around better.

(All right, end of reflection)

Once slapped on both cheeks, Marius gave his thoughts in the future.

Little do we know about the Tariant continent.

In 400 stars, the Farmian Empire also failed to make an expedition to the Turiant continent

In 410 A.D., the Farmian Empire also failed to make another expedition to the Tariant continent.

In 446 calendar years, the Farmian Empire once again made an expedition to the Tariant continent without fail.

In A.D. 891, the demon king Aulanis army will destroy the Tariant continent.

That's about the chronology of the game.

To be honest, stopping or destroying the resurrection of Demon King Aulanis would be a major goal.

Let's see how many years it is tomorrow.

That's how Marius went into bed and traveled to the world of his dreams in seconds of things.

When the audacious and optimistic guests let go of their consciousness, in the corner of the royal palace, the seriously faced ones had a meeting.

First, the Intelligence Fleg turns off his mouth.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't discover any clues. We accept any disposition."

The king's reaction to his life-headed subordinates was not harsh.

"I don't mind. The fact that they can't find anything after all they've done is evidence that outsiders are likely to be involved."

Tension runs on that word.

"Demon (Demon)...... Also, is it"

"Probably."

Wrapped in tranquility as if you hit the water.

There have been many examples in the past of demons (demons) giving a little bit to the human state.

The kingdom of Serraeno, once said to be a great power in the east, was devastated by the hands of demons (demons) who had been transformed into men and fell to one of the weakest small countries on the continent.

That's why I tend to be excessively alert to the uninformed in every country.

Also, this country has been heavily damaged by the hands of demons.

In that way, Marius' enrollment in the National Visiting Mage even seemed outrageous to many.

We were urging each other with our eyes, but eventually Yusef, the Knight Commander of Kingsguard, asked the question on his behalf.

"Who is Marius the example, is it something I can trust properly?

The anticipated king answers all the more pale.

"Uhm. In fact, everything he ate and drank was holy water. I ate it somewhere, drank it and left it flat, so I'm not a demon (demon) or a demon king."

Of course, I deliberately used the words "somewhere to eat" and "to drink", but if I tried it on the court ministers, it wasn't the other way around.

Holy water has existed since ancient times as an excluding monster, and it does not defeat demons (demons) or demon kings, but it does not take them into the body in large quantities and rub them intact.

If the King's words are true, I am sure that a man named Marius sees himself as belonging to humanity.

"But it still doesn't change the point that you don't know who you are."

It is the Falk of the Chancellor who said sharply as if to stab a nail.

Others were haunted by the word, and looked at the king's complexion, but failed to read the psyche.

"I know. That's why I set up with a national magician. I don't care who he is."

"Oh."

Yarderbells, chief of the Knights, and Nilsson, chief of the Magic Corps, admire the king's words and strike him in the knee.

National guest magicians are certainly in that position, so it is not that difficult to monitor them at all times.

"Of course, there's a possibility that it's not really the wrong guy. He's too strong and too conspicuous for the betrothed."

"Yes, you are. I just can't believe that someone as powerful as him has never been anonymous and has no ties to any country."

It was the chief court magician, Lucas, who bound all the magicians serving the country, who made such a statement to the king.

At the end of the day, the problem is getting to the point where Marius' origins are unknown.

Though I get all kinds of opinions, I don't draw conclusions.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Let's call it a day."

Opened in the words of Bernhardt III, both resigned.

It is also possible that this time there is a traitor in the heart of the country, not the devil's plot (Demon), but Bernhardt III did not say anything.

If there are any traitors, it is highly likely that they will be among those participating in this event.

Somewhere in the Tariant continent, unknown to humans.

Multiple shadows were meeting now.

"I didn't know the Wyburns weren't going to fight each other. It seems there are people out there who aren't garbage."

Firstly, a harsh voice sounds.

"Who are Marius and the others? Where did you come from?

followed by a sounding, cautious voice.

"It doesn't matter. Isn't it just Wyburn?"

Throw it away for lack of interest, crude voice.

"A small breakdown eventually becomes a great rift. Don't open your mouth if you don't know that."

"What! Don't slap your big mouth, you little featherworm must be scared of inferior creatures."

Careful voice and rough voice, which makes for a sinister atmosphere.

"Don't be silly. Have we forgotten our purpose?

An appetite, a harsh voice.

"Wu......"

Both roaring but accepting arbitration.

Seems like a presence with a glance at both.

"I don't know how."

"Our God, Lord Tindalos, is here to return."

The ominous name creeped and disappeared.