Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

The demolition of the Kingdom of Isorte proceeded as quickly as possible.

Apparently, the recent Brazilian di Isorte had laid tyranny and was losing support not only from civilians but also from nobles.

Therefore Fioria, who twisted down the king of Brasilia with overwhelming power, was shown to them in the Goddess of Salvation.

Now, the nobles of the kingdom of Isorte, most of them were able to return to the kingdom of Tristan only with minor disposition.

"Twenty years ago we had a rebellion, didn't we? Then it would be a mistake to hold the current principals accountable."

Fioria had sent a letter to the Crown of Tristan to that effect.

In fact, most aristocratic principals have taken their place in the last twenty years, and in the case of houses that do not, it was a condition for their return to the kingdom of Tristan to hide their current principals.

There are other things Fioria does.

"You're Baron Zach D. Korakan. Let me do a little research on what's going on in your territory."

"Ha, yes…………"

That day, the young baron called to Fioria was sweating like a waterfall from all over his body.

What will I be told from now on? My house hasn't done anything dark behind it.

It's supposed to be okay, but before Fioria, I even get the illusion that I've flaunted something.

"Looks like Baron Isorte laid quite a heavy tax, but you managed to do it in there. I hear the inhabitants' lives were relatively preserved. … don't worry, I will write your arms properly in my letter to the royal family. You'll feel a little better, and you'll have to dispose of it loosely."

"What?... Huh?

Baron Korakan, who had just assumed that he would be rebelled, was puzzled.

Is it appreciated, this self?

Even though he's just a poor baron who's been looked down on as a non painful being in the social world and refused to talk about marriage?

"You betrayed the kingdom of Tristan only by judgment of your predecessors, didn't you? You are not guilty. If we return to the Kingdom of Tristan, we will have a lower tax rate and an easier life. Well done so far."

"………!

My eyeballs get hot.

Tears tell Baron Korakan's cheeks.

It was a long time ago when someone praised me like this.

The days when the inhabitants complained that their lives were painful, and King Isorth threatened to give them money, and if they could not, give their sisters to the rear house.

No matter how much effort is put into territorial management, all its achievements are taken to the King.

Until now, I've just felt helpless... but now, finally, someone has shown up to acknowledge me.

Happy, happy.

No shame, no hearsay, I cried.

Not only Baron Korakan, but the nobility of the kingdom of Isorte was more or less seriously committed to territorial management.

Fioria accompanied the work to her letter to the royal family as she met with each of them.

(If we wrap up their house and destroy it, who will rule the territory?)

That's not exactly how the Duke of Florence takes the whole house, nor is it difficult to give it to other Tristan nobles. There will be an inner rub over the ingredients.

To account for that area, it would be more efficient to return them as they were to the Kingdom of Tristan.

Though I think a lot of things like…, the real thing is simply to say "I feel sorry for you for trying so hard to rule the territory". Fioria is fundamentally a favorite.

Exceptions exist, however.

There is no other Brazilian king...... who is Baron Isorte.

"Now, shall I hear your opening? At best, take a swing."

The dungeon at Isorte Castle.

Fioria was gently fanning with one hand as she stared at Baron Isorte, imprisoned in an iron lattice.

"Wow, I don't know what I did! I'm the king! What's wrong with liking your country!

"I don't know if I'm wrong."

Fioria was in the basement hallway carrying a chair and a table.

Mouth the tea that Rex just brewed earlier.

... slightly sinister, but not complaining. Sooner or later, you'll be good.

"It doesn't matter whether you're a tyrant or not. This happened because I sold a fight to the Duke of Florence's house. I don't think so, but I'm not beating you up without being ready to be beaten, am I?

"Gu..."

"As far as you're concerned," The Secret Annelose Got, "he hid it, but I'm sorry to hear that. There are people in the world who can't talk. Me or something."

"Say it yourself or give it to me"

"Oh, this is advice, huh? Think of me at least as not a hectic bargain. Let me start by telling you why I've been attacking the Duke of Florence house."

"Sounds like you can keep your mouth shut."

"It's fast and helpful."

"If so, so is my life. The Annerose one carved a curse on this body. Flying an anti-flag against the Kingdom of Tristan and attacking the Duke of Florence territory until his life runs out - defying that order or exposing it to someone, he will lose his life. That's how it's laid down.... Gu!

Baron Isorte with a sudden and distressed look.

Hold your throat and lean around as if you were about to suffocate.

If you stare closely, you will see something like a black jaw wrapped around his neck.

It was carved by the superior magic of darkness, the curse of despair.

For the purpose of cursing, we must bring in such beings as the Pope and the Virgin.

It is a situation that does not help at all.

"-" The Blessing of Purification (Glorious) "

But there is a Virgin who is not a Virgin here.

Fioria's light magic is biased towards destruction, but since she remembered her previous life, it has been possible to apply it differently.

Imagine the purifying magic that comes out of cartoons and games, while manipulating magic.

I tried, and it worked.

A clean glow wraps Baron Isorte and strikes off the black plume in an instant.

"What………?

"I'm glad you didn't have to die."

"Yes, thank you…………………"

Baron Isorte sighs of relief.

Compared to earlier, the expression seeped in some leeway.

"Right, I see. Got it."

"I wonder what."

"Fioria, you're here to scout for me, aren't you? Whatever it is, I've kept my independence for twenty years, after putting the emerging nobles together to create a country. Some charisma and some political power. Um, as a talent person, there's no other way to be attractive. If so, why don't you die here?

"……… What?

I couldn't help but eat that Fioria.

What does this man suddenly say?

I was suffocating because of the black jaw, but did I lose my mind because of the oxygen deficiency?

"That's good. That's good, I'll follow you. I'll give you the information network and connections you have. Instead, let's have a life assurance!

Baron Isorte laughs.

Fioria sighed deeply.

Close the pattin and fan and you approach the iron lattice.

- Be quiet, you fool.

I say it out cold.

At the same time, he poked the tip of the fan into the throat of Baron Isorte.

"I purified the curse to bring you to justice. Solemnly and unnecessarily executed publicly, in accordance with the laws of the Kingdom of Tristan"

"Aren't you going to help me!? Let people expect you...... don't think you'll be forgiven, you little girl!

"May Fly"

From the tip of the fan, light was emitted.

It is a powerful "scepter of divine punishment" to the very small.

The aim is critical and removed from Baron Isorte.

But it seems to have been enough for intimidation.

"Hi-hi, hi-hi!

Baron Isorte slipped his hips and went straight into the cold floor.

"If you want to rest in peace until the day of execution, don't be too uncomfortable with me? I'll just ask you one last thing. If that even tells you, treat the dungeons a little better. - Who is Anne Rose, and where are you now? I owe her back."

A month after that.

One man was hanged in Tristana, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Tristan.

The man's name is Brazilian di Isorte.

After he was transported to the king's capital, he tried to escape his sins by pretending to be insane, and did not admit his sins until the end.