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

On that day, Fioria had been called to her father by the current Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Tristan, Graham.

"You know what's going on in our country, don't you?

The look you ask is not as a 'parent'.

It is accompanied by absolute zero degree coolness, worthy of the name of "Prime Minister of Ice".

Graham D. Florence, 60 years old at this time.

The wrinkled carved face, however, had absolutely no connection to old age.

Rather, it is much more harsh than before, releasing a sense of intimidation that punctuates it.

"Look at this"

Graham spreads the map of the Belgian continent to his desk.

The Kingdom of Tristan is located in the southwestern part of the continent and is quite large as a national territory.

Second on the count from the top.

The first, by the way, is the Regalia Empire, which occupies the northern part of the continent.

The other countries are hissing across the western, central, eastern and southeastern parts of the continent, and this time these have formed a coalition and beaten the declaration of war on the Kingdom of Tristan.

Together, the national territory of the Union would be more than five times the kingdom of Tristan.

"Wider area wins...... but still, the difference in power is hopeless"

"Maybe."

And Fioria nodded.

With Graham's sharp gaze, it's all flat.

"In common sense, our country will perish. In front of the overwhelming forces of the Union, the Kingdom of Tristan lost a streak of wars. Breaking the border, ravaging villages and cities, Tristana, the king's capital, sinks into flames. … but, Father, that's an old way of thinking"

"Hmm?"

Coming here, Graham had his first expression on his face.

A mean grin, like a nibble and sound effects.

… although there is no such time (…) or (…) in person.

It should be noted that Graham is putting Fenrir's poff on his lap at this time.

Pough Pough seemed to sleep peacefully with Supi, Supi. There is no ambient air. I'm sure he'll be a big shot in the future.

"In the times to come, it is not the number of soldiers who decide to win or lose. It all comes down to economic power. War and other only one political means. Slap the nation in the economy and push it into a situation that is not political. That way, every victory rolls in. … well, as a performance to people, we should make a big showdown once or so"

"……… specifically, what are you going to do?"

"Father, that's not true. 'What are you going to do' and nothing, everything's already ready."

When I founded the Granford Chamber of Commerce and Franz Bank twenty years ago, I had already finished drawing the structure.

Then the long months pass, and all measures are coming to fruition here.

Whether it's a coalition of nations or not, you have to rely on the Granford Chamber of Commerce to get weapons and food.

Some countries use other chambers of commerce, but most of the time it's under the umbrella of the Granford Chamber of Commerce.

Whether it's a coalition of nations or not, we have to rely on Franz Bank to raise the cost of war.

Some countries use other banks, but most of the time it's under the umbrella of Bank Franz.

Fioria is grasping the roots of the Union of Nations in economic terms.

"I woke up from a coma for six months. In the meantime, I wasn't after Annerose all the time. … little by little, but we have strangled the finances of other countries. They are no longer on the verge of suffocation, all they have to do is give them guidance."

Here, Fioria let me put up what's on her left.

Red and deliciously fruity apples.

It was just harvested this fall and is brand new.

- I grabbed it easily with one hand.

What is it, blurry?

The apple falls apart and falls into a plate of glass that Fioria had in her right hand.

"Just one blow and, as you can see, the coalitions of nations will fall apart. All you have to do is destroy each one. As of next year, everything on the Belgian continent will belong to the Kingdom of Tristan"

"…… the unity of the continent," he said.

Graham peels his eyes off.

It is a feat that was accomplished only once in the age of mythology.

Everyone with ambitions has had a lot in mind, a dream story...

"Have you been thinking about it for twenty years?"

"Launching a new Monadism. Making the Kingdom of Tristan the champion of the Belgian continent. These two are my goals from an early age.

Well, it's just a goal. What you really want to do is ahead. "

"……… what are we going to do?"

"Reform in the Duke of Florence. We'll do the same thing, all over the Belgian continent.

As I said twenty years ago, times are no longer the same. You can't resist a monster called the economy, as it seems to rise to such authority as royalty and nobility. It will just be eliminated unbroken. … so even if you deserve the house to perish, you can't overlook that people are going to be in trouble because of their exchanger incompetence "

"So you're reaching out? … My daughter has come out a long way."

"Shouldn't I?"

"Well, yeah."

Graham pulled the chair just a little.

And I took the long, thin wrap, which was standing behind the desk.

"Take this. Your mother, the sword that Flora used when she was a soldier."

When I unwrapped it, my eyelid sheath caught my eye as if it were blue sky.

Receive the sword.

I grabbed the pattern and pulled it out of my sheath.

The sword is somewhat broad and its blade emits a brilliant golden glow.

However, he was as full as he lived in the sun.

"- Do you know 'Sun Shards'?"

As I miss it, Graham whines.

"Once every hundred years, meteorites fall from heaven to earth. It is a substance that can be picked only marginally from its centre. It seems that Flora's sword was made from" Sun Shards ". … I've personally looked into some of them, but they should probably have the same roots as the Sacred Sword"

"It would be the shape of your mother, this. Can I use it?"

"Flora said. When you try to take care of it, let me inherit it it. - The name is Sol Eustatia. It's an old saying," Judge of the Sun. "

"Nice name."

When Fioria muttered her praise, her fullness grew brighter as if she were happy with it.

Under Pope Howl III, the Union of Nations became a single rock.

... Not really.

"All hands, move on! Now it's time to pay back what I owed you thirty years ago!

Crossing the northern border, soldiers are about to attack the kingdom of Tristan.

Kingdom of Valor.

Ever since I lost my war with the Kingdom of Tristan, I have been looking at opportunities for backlash.

"There's no need to be afraid of the Virgin Fioria or anything else! We have the Black Forest Witch!

At the forefront is King Chardonnay of the Valois.

He is a young king who loves white wine so much.

This time he attacked the kingdom of Tristan with discretion.

Though I have joined the Union of Nations, all military discussions are on the day that comes and the day that comes.

He notes about the assignment of the Kingdom of Tristan even though the end of the war has not yet opened.

In the meantime, an asshole named Super Emperor Howl 3000 or something like that would do great and ask me to be in a good mood.

Can you do it?

Or III to 3000. That doesn't make much sense. Where did you go from IV to 2999?

Chardonnay's grievances grew daily and finally exploded here.

Drive your horse Burgundy and drive through the valley.

This is the Florentine Valley.

Once thirty years ago, it was the place where the Royal Valor Army suffered a great loss to the Royal Tristan Army.

Through the land of causes, climbing the hills.

Ahead, you'll see the northern fortified city of Noz.

Let's start by attacking this place and show off what the Valois kingdom means.

That should start moving all those hipsters who are just in the military...

Chardonnay exhilarates himself, crossing the hill.

I tried to cross.

There.

"There you are. You did well."

The despair of men awaited.

Glow in gold, long hair.

Rin, jade eyes.

Windy, pure white dress.

“Empress of the storm." Fioria di Florence.

On both sides, there are giant wolves of black and white, one female and one male.

"You've gone too far in blood, young man"

Fenrill Albino's Moffmoff.

"You may get a little painful, but think of it as tuition"

Remulis of Fenrill as his wife.

There are two great warcraft with just one power that can destroy a medium-sized nation.

If some “storm empress” were to be added there, it would no longer be equivalent to a victory or other crushing for the Royal Valor Army.

"No, what's wrong with that?"

But the will has not been crushed from Chardonnay's eyes.

"Fioria di Florence! My name is Chardonnay, King of the Kingdom of Valor! I'll sign you up for a one-on-one duel!

With only neighbouring countries, Chardonnay is also familiar with the internal circumstances of the Kingdom of Tristan.

I'm familiar with Fioria's personality.

If she is, she will definitely come aboard this invitation. You should try to identify Chardonnay's vessel.

There, he found a way out.

"Yeah."

Pleasantly mouth-breaking Fioria.

"Fine, that trap, let me put it on you. My name is Fioria, Duchess of Florence. I'm entrusting you with a duel."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A look, shame, and outside as a royalty.

I threw that stuff away from the start.

Chardonnay wields her sword and hits Fioria with all her might.

Horizontal gibberish, gibberish, inverse gibberish, kicking stones in the eye -.

While observing the minimum rule of one-on-one dueling, in doing so, we seek victory over the grumpy.

"…… Not bad."

Fioria is, however, relaxed.

Until now, when the duel began, neither of those legs has moved a single step.

The sword is still in the sheath.

He slaughtered Chardonnay with one of his right hands.

Overwhelming difference in strength.

It is like an ant challenging a dragon.

Despite this, Fioria's expression was fun.

"Challenge me and try to clear the way at all costs. Yeah, that's a great will.... In response to that courage, one thing, let's promise. After the war, you and your people will be treated with care."

"Don't look down! The battle isn't over yet!

Chardonnay makes another assault, along with a beastly roar.

"You must be at your limit already. It's not like I can do much."

Fioria whines with a gentle voice everywhere.

With your right hand, hold the sword - Sol Eustatian pattern.

The blade released draws a single sword flash along with the brilliance of the sun.

Kiwi, kiwi!

Sharp metal sound.

Chardonnay's sword, about inside, was severed.

The top half is raised up in the sky, turning and stabbing at the ground.

Now the duel is over.

I thought so.

"…… The battle is coming."

Chardonnay took the black magic stone out of his nostalgia.

"I asked for the rest, my brother."

When you close your eyelids as you wish, swallow the magic stone.

- Moments, the change was dramatic.

Speechless cry.

Dark particles are scattered from Chardonnay's entire body, changing his appearance.

My whole body muscles swelled up and I bounced my armor off the inside.

The skin is dyed purple and a pair of horns extend from the forehead.

There were dragon-like wings and tails growing from his back.

The very appearance of the devil, which is yet spoken of in the inheritance...

"A human being has turned into a demon clan...!

Behind Fioria, Moffmoff raised his dismay.

"Stupid, unbelievable"

"Calm down, Moffmoff"

Fioria, on the other hand, is at peace.

Instead, he was grinning deeper and deeper.

"Everything that's happening in front of me, it's real. Accept more than what happened, that it won't happen.

... Still, you're really cute, Chardonnay. Quit being human to beat me. That's not something I can do. "

Whether he understands or does not understand Fioria's words, Chardonnay strikes with a blood-running eye.

Both arms are like Oki.

Hooknails are sharp, and every one looks like a big spear.

If I can beat him up, he won't be safe, no matter what kind of grandeur.

"Sounds like we're gonna do it."

Fioria pulled her right leg one step back, with her left hand, and caught Chardonnay's attack.

If there had been a gathering here of those who had fought Fioria, everyone would have peeled their eyes off and couldn't help but speak out.

I didn't mean to retreat that Fioria.

"But Chardonnay, you made only one big mistake. If you wanted to beat me, you should have reached for the light, not the darkness."

Activate the magic of the wind.

A storm bounces Chardonnay's body and winds up in the air.

At Fioria's disposal, Sol Eustatia emitted a blurry light.

"Keep up the drilling. Or maybe it'll reach my throat. -" Thundering Sword (Astraire) "

Along with the chant, the sword emits thunder.

Cut off the horizontal giraffe.

Fioria standing on the ground.

Chardonnay fixed in the air.

A considerable distance existed between the two.

But that doesn't mean anything.

What is released from the sword is too much photothermal heat.

A sublight velocity runoff swallows Chardonnay's giant.

"…… Nice sword."

Sol Eustatia was well acquainted with the magical power of light.

The use of Thundering Sword does not do any damage, but rather amplifies its power.

I guess it's not Dada who uses' sun shards' for the material.

Around us, soldiers of the Royal Valor Army flock.

I can't do it either.

Because our king was turned into a demon clan, and we were wiped out without a trace.

No.

"I told you, didn't I? You and your people treat each other politely."

If you look closely, there was a young man lying on the ground.

King Valore, Chardonnay.

Returning to human appearance.

He seems to be passed out, but he seems to be alive.

The Royal Valor Army surrendered.

Apparently, the decision is that there is no more victory than the failure to defeat Fioria.

"The magic stone that turned me into a demon clan - it was the black forest witch who gave it to me. You know what?

After the battle.

Fioria was tipped off by Chardonnay.

"Just the name."

Black Forest Witch.

Read it, and be a witch that dwells in the Black Forest.

Everything seems to be the Virgin 300 years ago, but she was betrayed by the church at the time and fled into the Black Forest.

So he extolls the evil laws and targets tiger sight and vengeance opportunities... but most humans think it's just superstition.

"You were real?

"Oh. That's what gave Howl III the Holy Sword, recommending a new name."

"So, what's the name of Super Emperor Howl 3000?"

"It was conceived by the Black Forest Witch."

Hearing that, Fioria thought.

I thought we might get along with the Black Forest Witch.

Well, that's an enemy, so I'll take it down.

Immediately after this, an emergency report enters under the two of us.

That Howl III turned his blade on one of the coalitions of nations, the Banan City Country -.