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

Thus there will be five human beings gathered in the Martius mansion.

Former Pope Marcos. Its brother Lorens.

Make her a classmate of Lorens. “The Storm Empress," Fioria. Her butler, Rex.

And Carl, son of the current pope.

"Well, you were here too, weren't you?

When Carl found Fioria, he spoke with a slightly greater attitude.

"Mr. Lawrence asked me to solve it, but no, the candidacy mistake is a good place too. Let me look into you, but it's just violent, isn't it? If you're in trouble, you just intimidate me with the Divine Punishment Cane. I can't even feel the cakera of intelligence."

"…… well, yes."

Nodding Fioria.

Carl's words were pregnant with many mistakes, but he didn't dare correct them.

For example, the current state of the Regalia Empire.

The rebellion of the nobles, the formation of a coalition against the Regalia by the surrounding countries, and an alliance (equal to the treatment of belonging) with the Kingdom of Tristan.

It was Fioria who drew the picture like no other.

Nevertheless, it is less than third-class as a connoisseur who boasts of his own handles.

Instead, I usually say, "Isn't that woman a barbarian?" "Isn't it made of muscle to the brain miso?" "Perhaps there's a slime stuck in my head," etc., just enough to be seen.

While Fioria silences herself with few words, Carl continues to talk drunk about her words.

"You're not going to make it to this case. Let me show you something called the smart human way. … As you may not know, I was known in the Church as Heinkel Winfield's comparable talent."

"Yeah."

How truthful can it be?

According to Fioria's information network, around Carl, he said, "That's brilliant!" "That's the Pope's son!" He says it's solidified with all the humans he lifts.

"Well? Honestly? Heinkel doesn't think it's a big deal either. What, you must have missed me. Humans are those that flock at the same level. His brains must be about you, too. He's just overrated because he has a good face. It must be about me that matches the goodness and wisdom of my face."

"…… you can only appreciate that confident person."

"Is that a loser howl, ugly. From now on, it's a young man's time. Obasan, 37, spend the rest of his life in the country."

Carl's growth was dramatic.

Three days ago, did you forget that you lost Fioria's intimidation?

I don't know anything scary about telling a woman about her age.

Gathering information from Marcos meant that Karl left in a spirit.

Three people remain in the Chamber of Commerce's reception room: Fioria, Lorens and Rex.

……

……

……

There is heavy silence in the room.

Cause, Fioria.

It was always unusual for her to be full of confidence and pride, depressed to the bottom.

"Saanju... Yeah, well, right. Alasser, instead of Alafo, I..."

"Lady, please calm down"

The first person I followed was Rex.

"No matter how old you are, it doesn't change that your daughter is beautiful. Rest assured."

"It's only natural that I'm beautiful. That's not the problem."

Huh, and sighing Fioria.

"Age is a curse. Always annoying every woman…………"

"No, you're not seventeen?

Lorens, who says so as a matter of course.

"Fia, you've been in a coma for 20 years. That's a no-can. Seventeen, seventeen. It's the same as it was at the time. I'm totally Osama."

I shrug my shoulders in a loose state.

To that appearance, Fioria smiled softly.

"You don't have to be pessimistic. You've become much more attractive than you were 20 years ago."

Muscular, tight body, wheat skin.

He seems to be doing it with a caution stick in the tavern, but in fact, he is also the savior who has re-established the Martius Chamber of Commerce.

The clavicle peeking from the neck of the open shirt is glossy.

She seems single right now, but I'm sure there are a lot of women who turn a hot glance at him.

"Praise be to you, Joy Ultimate. Then it's a reward, and sooner or later, we can eat together."

"I'll think about it. Finally, consider partnering with the Granford Chamber of Commerce."

"You're talking about business. I don't miss the color."

A tone is a back-bellied, delightfully loud voice, Lorens.

Fioria seems to be in a better mood, and her face was a flamboyant one.

"Gentlemen, look at this"

Not so much. Carl gathered the other four in the reception room. He's going to tell you the truth about the case.

It is a circumstance of the climax of reasoning things.

"Actually, that threatening letter, it had a little trick on it. Broiled."

Carl is good at showing threatening letters.

The lower right part showed signs of burning.... I suppose I accidentally lit it with the intention of burning it with flame magic.

Whatever that is, speaking of what letters appeared on the paper,

- On a full moon night, I will take your life.

It was.

"Oh, my God...!

Marcos with buttcakes in surprise. Too much acting (...) moves (...).

"Seriously, this is unexpected."

On the other hand, Lorens is only a good merchant and a good ventriloquist.

……

……

Fioria and Rex dare pierce silence.

As a matter of fact, Fioria noticed the broiling as of two days ago and was teaching the other three.

Even if you don't bother to get the fire close, if you hit the light well, you can read the letters.

Fioria is a user of light magic, and to no extent.

"Do you mind, Mr. Fioria? This is what good people are called. Totally, I didn't expect to be able to spot anything of this magnitude…………………………."

Sighing Carl.

The gaze that can be directed from the four of us is a terrible reminder, but he doesn't realize it at all.

"But let's take this backwards more than we know what they're doing. Mr. Marcos, I will lure you to Heinkel. Please cooperate. Is that good?

"…… one thing, okay?"

Fioria opens her mouth.

"Looks like you're deciding Heinkel as the killer, but is that for sure?

"Oh, boy, what are you talking about?"

Is it a habit, Carl answers as he narrowly rubs his forehead.

"The initial for the threatening letter is W. H. It will be decided on W in Winfield and H in Heinkel"

"I wonder why my last name is first. Normally, shouldn't it say H.W.?

"Th, That is…….."

Carl stuck in words.

If you try Fioria, it's a good place to fall short of expectations. You didn't even assume that level of scratch?

"That's, uh... yes! Heinkel was traveling the East! I'll name you first from last name over there! It's been stained with Oriental customs!

"That's a lot of reasoning. Well, fine."

With that in mind, Fioria looked to Rex.

"Is that ready?

"Yes, over here"

What Rex took out was two pieces of paper.

There was red ink like blood, and he said, 'Take my blade of rebellion. Redeem sin with its life'.

exactly the same text as the threatening letter that reached Marcos, but

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ko, Ko, Ko, what's this all about! The handwriting looks different. Ooh, ooh, ooh!

"These two handwriting are the same, but if only the one who came to us did the writing, it would be dirty."

Marcos in a huge reaction and Lorens in an unusual way.

Even though he's a brother, he's the exact opposite... and so on, Fioria keeps talking.

"The blackmail has arrived somewhere other than Marcos. Five in all. I borrowed two of them."

"Hey..."

Was this completely unexpected, Carl has a stunned look and solidified.

"Yes, how the hell…………………"

"It's tough."

When she was once a Virgin, Fioria interacted with young priests who questioned the way the Church was.

Some of them are fulfilling their birth and eating into the upper echelons of Monadism.

Through its connections, it secretly obtained a letter of intimidation.

"As you can see from this, only Marcos' blackmail letter is separate. The original blackmail was not handwritten, nor was it broiled."

"I mean, what's this all about?

"It's easy, Lorens. The threatening letter that came to your brother is a fake letter. You're a hitchhiker.... but as good as this, he would have noticed."

Turn your gaze to Chirali and Carl.

The young man, who called himself 'a comparable talent to Heinkel', was turning bright blue and trembling.

"And, naturally! Hey, just from now on, I was gonna say that... Huh!

"I'm sorry about that. So let's sort this out."

Say, Fioria looking around with you.

The lead of the venue was reflected in Carl to her.

"The W. H. person sent a letter of intimidation against the five men who betrayed themselves. I'm not sure who W.H. is. Something completely unrelated to this case."

"What do you mean………?

Confused Marcos.

"Didn't Heinkel come to avenge the eagle?

"No, that's your mistake. I've been looking into the five people who received the blackmail letters, and you're buying grudges from all over the place."

Twenty years ago, the 13th Holy Crusaders.

The five of them multiplied by the chaos of the retreat and secretly buried their bosses, lovers, political enemies, etc.

One of the victims is probably W.H.

"The person who sent you the threatening letter is just a hitchhiker. I just wrote a letter without thinking about it. So it's a waste of time thinking about who W.H. is."

"Even the hitchhiker...? How the hell did you do that?"

"Come on, why not?... Maybe Hideyoshi would understand?

Again, ask Carl.

There was no reply.

His face turned pale and his eyes wandered calmly.

As for Fioria, this case, Carl thinks it's the killer.

Carl was the son of the Pope, whose position also allowed him to know about five letters of intimidation.

He must have hitched a ride to it and tried to raise his reputation.

Create a threatening niche and send it to Marcos, the former pope.

All you have to do is try to solve the case as a detective.

It was also a total farce that Carl himself had noticed the broiling, because it was Carl himself who planted it.

(I wonder if this is one young man)

According to the information gathered, Carl had great pride in something called his intelligence.

I guess it went to the offense as a result of being out of merit.

His father, Howl III, has dawned on politics since he became pope.

Or maybe that has something to do with it too...

(I can't imagine Carl painting this case by himself.)

He can't be a head turner in flattery.

Isn't someone pulling the thread behind it?

As for Fioria, she wanted to drag him out.

Therefore,

"Whatever, shall we do as Carl says? Marcos, if you'll excuse me."

I dared not to strangle Carl on this occasion and decided to move on.

As an operation, it's a simple one.

There is a detachment in the Martius mansion.

Ask Marcos to spend the night there and attract the raiders.

"I will wait near the distance. If there are other humans, the killer could be noticed, and please wait at the main residence."

A young man named Carl was hard hit.

Even though the plan is no longer worn out, it still tries to get things going as planned.

"…… It's a big deal."

Fioria modifies her rating for Carl slightly upwards.

Although what you tried to do wasn't very praiseworthy, I don't hate the evil of that giving up.

If you tap me, I'll show you, I might turn it into something. Well, I won't forgive you for making people grow older.

Night comes.

Fioria watched as she hid herself in the bushes near the distance.

Carl, who took on Marcos' protection, wandered around outside...... eventually headed for the back of the detachment.

"Wow, there is no mistake in my plan, there is no mistake... Now Father should review me too..."

Growling to tell, I took a big breath and shouted:

"You murderer! I won't let you kill Marcos! Come on, whoa, I'll do it! But I will burn you to the shadows, the magic of flames!

It's like a fierce fight if you just take out the line, but nothing's actually happening.

It's just acting, madness.

"Ugh, are you going to run away!

Apparently, in Carl, it's a "I managed to repel the Raiders, but I let them get away with it one more step" musical.... but there's no sign of a dispute or anything, so that's not convincing.

Fioria sighed, it was then.

"Ko, this says it's a demon!? Little!"

Carl, aloud, took the dark magic stone out of his nostrils.

Throw it down to the ground.

And it was gone, and the black lion spread, and it became one elephant.

"Yeah."

Fioria broke her mouth just a little funny.

I don't know where he got it from, but Carl had the sealed magic stone of a demon.

I suppose you're going to take down that demon and use it as proof that you repelled the killer. It is just a selfie.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

A knight with no neck emerged from the black armor.

It is a kind of undead, Durahan.

He has a giant sword on his right hand and a brilliant decorative shield on his left.

"Hii, hi, no!

Carl slipped into the beauty.

even though he summoned himself.

"Duh, duh, what's going on! It's not like an advance meeting! also, you weren't a weaker guy! … help me!

Screaming Carl.

over its head,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Durahan's slaughter is slapped.

Crisis of absolute fate.

Will Carl lose his life as a price for his reputation?

- That's it.

Between Durahan and Karl, one shadow interrupts.

It is golden hair that swells.

In the darkness, the jade eyes sparkle with a strong will.

"Fio, Leah............?

"You don't look too good, Carl. If you try to make yourself look bigger, something will come back to you."

In a relaxed manner, Fioria tells him so.

Durahan's slaughter has not arrived.

"Grr............!?

"Oh, you're weak, aren't you? Durahan is supposed to be one of the undead."

Fioria had her left hand up.

That, white, thin fingertip.

He took Durahan's sword between his finger and his middle finger.

"Ghhhhhh!"

Durahan cages his strength in both arms.

But I don't want the cut to be slight.

On the contrary...

"It's a sword."

Fioria cages her powers in her two fingers.

Missili……….

Disturbing twitches echo around.

Missili, gisi, gisi, gisi.............

"Mourn. This is the end of your path."

Shattered.

When I wondered if countless hives had run on Durahan's sword, I tried to blow it from the inside out and it was shattered.

The undead have no emotions.

Despite this, Durahan insisted as if he had been stunned.

"A sword is what you use."

Fioria pulled the sabel out of her hips.

He bought the weapons he was dealing with at the Martius Chamber of Commerce.

The pattern is golden.

The blade is thin and shines blue silver.

"-" Thundering Sword (Astria) "

With Fioria's voice, the sword is wrapped in thunder.

It conferred on the sword the superior magic of light, The Judgment of the Thunder Emperor.

"If you are proud of your knights even if you die, let them endure to the third degree."

Step in, Joon-suk.

No, it was the realm of divine speed.

The slash that is rolled out runs from the top left to the bottom right. Slash.

Durahan stuck out a big shield at least for his resistance.

A sword of thunder that flickers.

That breaks the big shield.

However, the cutting-edge hasn't even reached Durahan's body.

… or thoughts.

"No, not yet."

My body was stretched.

No, sir.

A lightning bolt was released from the sword.

Blue and white thunderlights penetrate Durahan and burn out thoroughly from inside and out.

The body was engulfed in flames.

Grali, and fall.

Explosion.

A violent breeze blows and makes noise around the trees.

"……… you've overdone it."

That's how it all ends after.

A small crater was born in the large garden of the Martius mansion.

"… I am sorry for your loss"

The failure of the plan must have completely broken something called Pride.

Carl admitted to being very honest with himself.

"You can't even talk about people."

Marcos, the direct victim, never tried to pack Carl.

"I also dyed my hands in the dark behind me to take the seat of the Pope once. Therefore, I don't deserve to criticize you.... If you dare, reflect well and let me live in the future. Otherwise, you'll fall like a weasel."

"Nevertheless, sin is sin. I think we should be punished properly."

My brother Lorens doesn't look like he's trying to blame me more than he needs to, although the tone is harsh.

"My fucking brother was able to regenerate because he made me drop it exactly....... hey fia. What do you think we should do about this? This way, it's a pain in the ass to sue a lot of people. I didn't get involved with the Church."

"With my tutte, I'll leave this matter with a trusted priest. Is that okay with Carl, too?

"Yes.... really, sorry"

"I mean, it's okay."

Lorens laughs at it.

Then, turn back to Marcos.

"But you know what, brother? Twenty years ago, you hired an assassin. In fact, Heinkel is dead. It's not too late. Hey, let's turn ourselves in to church. I'll follow you, too."

"…… Right."

Marcos nodding like he understood.

"I guess this incident was a heavenly announcement. After all, heaven illuminates everything. Let's go to church when we're done."

"Whoa, I'll find out where Heinkel is even with me. He hasn't found the body yet, has he?

And a carriage home.

Fioria was surprised by her words.

"Where's Heinkel?"

He joined the Thirteenth Holy Crusader (Crusaders) and was not informed in the Black Forest.

Then there's twenty years of the moon flowing, and you can't possibly be alive.

"The death of someone close to you is unacceptable."

He lifted his long hair, along with a voice that seeped a slight sense of loneliness.

The carriage did not go straight back to the Wang Capital, and on its way, it was decided to stop at a flatland commercial city.

There was a branch of the Granford Chamber of Commerce, which decided to inspect it.

"Rex, you need to put together a report about this branch. I'll take a little look around the city."

After completing his inspection of one vagina, he ordered Rex to go outside.

Walking around the city and feeling people's lives on their skin is the foundation on which they are based when doing business -.

That's what Fioria thinks.

"... although I don't want any trouble"

Sigh.

As a result of accidentally stepping into the back alley, he was surrounded by gut-looking men.

"Lady, isn't that quite something? Let's play with us, huh?

"It's social studies, social studies. I'll make you Otona! Hehe!"

"I wonder if I could be proud of my mom and dad! Well, you could be a mom!

It was clear that the men were not thinking.

It takes a moment to beat it, and sometimes I think about observing the ecology of the Rokudenasi, etc.

"There will already be a smart way to invite people.... you're not dressed well, that kind of thing"

With the voice of a man, basha, and water descend from the sky.

It's not raining.

It's like flipping a bucket, a pile of water.

The three men get wet every now and then.

Is it like water magic?

"Whew!"

"What the fuck!

"Heh heh heh heh! Fuck, fuck! Who the hell are you interrupting?

"…… it's me."

It was the young man in armor who appeared softly from the corner.

The softer I look, the more beautiful I look.

The thin pigmented blonde hair has a dull, yet dutiful atmosphere.

"………………!?

Fioria, unusual for her, was a wolf.

Because he looked familiar to me as a young man.

She is tall and has an adult face.

... but at a glance I knew. I know him. What a roundabout.

"Get the hell out of here. Otherwise, make it ice pickled."

He smiles terribly and the young man rings his fingers.

The cold wind blew.

As you can see, the water spreading at your feet freezes

"Hii, hii!

"Oh, remember!

"Don't think it's just gonna be okay!

The men turn themselves over and flee in great haste.

Two things left behind are Fioria and the youth.

"Are you all right?... a woman shouldn't walk alone in such a dark place. Let me show you to the main street."

"You...... Heinkel?

Fioria asks.

Although he's a lot taller than he was when he was eight, there's no doubt about it.

He's, without a doubt, Heinkel.

"…… you know me?

On the other hand, youth react dull.

"If so, I'm sorry. I don't remember more than five years ago. It's called amnesia."