Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Throne Room

"Arm strength...... gehon, great brave man with excellent martial arts. Praise Agil-Hardlet, and with a more crowning ritual than this, let all the kingdoms know his glory!

Take full responsibility while the voice player is slightly clogged, and in the face that he is unwilling.

"Finally, Your Majesty. I've had a lot of things, but I'm glad you're safe."

It's Kenneth who's in a low mood right next to me.

About two weeks after the day he slaughtered the king, there were three darknesses and two rebellions.

The darkness was crushed by Leopold and Kenneth sensing one at a time, and the remaining one succeeded in attacking my sleep, but the result was that only five corpses other than me rolled.

The rebellion was once by the commander of the Royal Army and once by the lord nobles of the neighborhood… None of them had enough momentum to get around because Kenneth recognized and declared me king, and they shriveled like salt vegetables because they threatened to certify the rebellion.

"If it is all in the glory of His Majesty the New King. Your majesty's bravery and overwhelming hegemony are... let's cover up a few rough things to get here, etc. Ha, it's ironic that His Majesty, who rings with a martial arts, won without fighting!

Kenneth even praises me, sweeps if the dust falls on his shoulder, even a few chips, and raises his voice to the servant to pick it up to the pebble at the end of his walk. This is exactly what hipster wipes are for.

Leoporto is on top of Buddha, as usual, a few steps away, against Kenneth, who snuggles in perfectly.

Instead of being funny, I don't love one thing. Can't you handle it a little more with you?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we're all waiting for you, so it's time..."

Kenneth tells me to stand up.

The throne I've already held with my strength, but they have a futile process to officially let me know.

"Here is the rightful and authoritative crown of Gordonia to our king."

It is also Kenneth who carries the crown because there is no Minister of State who is supposed to perform these ceremonies.

Well, I... it's really because Leopold killed him.

I turn my gaze across the hall.

The ceremony that called for the kingdom nobility so badly was surrounded by an atmosphere that could not be cleaned up by the word unusual.

First, the hall doors are assembled in simple wood.

The huge doors that were broken could not be rebuilt or repaired in time.

The floor stone has a crack like a ground crack... from when you slaughtered the king.

It is the king's blood that dyes the bright red carpet dos black around that crack.

Sometimes the giant carpet wasn't replaced, but I didn't dare to let it be removed.

The eye-catching throne of all the halls is also carefully cleaned and leaves behind the colour of blood.

"Your Majesty, have you gone? will, of course, wait as long as you want"

Kenneth laughs at Nico.

"How is it that in such an end... His Majesty is executed, and Lord Radharde is executed, and Hardlett tells the king, and Kenneth stands next to him... what have we done! Everything was for nothing!

"Still, Goldonia remains where we and the Military Director risked our lives to defend ourselves. If we ram here for no reason and crush the kingdom, that's what leaves us with nothing! You're going to burn down the pages at the end of a story that lasted from the wings of dawn! Eat all your teeth... now... now"

"I hope the Military Director is at least alive. It is good for Hardlett to fulfill his ambitions, too, and why did he need to take his life? I'm sorry to not even notice how much effort that guy put into it!

The new nobles are dissatisfied but the whole thing kills like one creature.

Few are repentant and crying.

"Are you allowed to do this? He... slaughtered our compatriots, His Majesty, who deserves loyalty. What's the Chief Executive like with that?"

"Shit! I'm not saying anything bad. That's how dangerous that man is, such as the Attorney General getting in a blatant mood. Now I just wait quietly for my desk..."

"And that's ugly...... if you don't hide it, I have the highest priority to protect and enhance my home and my territory. But still, I have pride in being with nobles who have served Goldonia for so long! Hard on the usurper... shameless!

Traditional aristocrats do not, as usual, indulge in the misconduct of the new aristocrats.

Few people turned their gaze on me and Kenneth, who wore hipsters to it, made up of betrayal.

The servants who refrain in the corner are always bright blue in their faces, and even their young daughters are rattled and trembling.

The kingdom knights who escort the ceremony are also going to be slaughtered, rather than defended.

I won't because Kenneth put up my authenticity and... most importantly, I'm putting up a dual crater on the throne.

I'll stop the observation and let the crown ride honestly.

"Long live King Hardlett! Long live the new king!!

Kenneth shouts.

The applause that should follow is extremely small.

The new nobles were not overt, and the traditional nobles were only in a clapping motion, but they were only tapping each other at the base of their hands so that there was as little noise as possible.

Instead of picking a handful of my allies at my fingertips on this occasion.

"Long live Master Agil!!

Celia applauds me with enough momentum to take her hand off, Myra, who also slaps her hand in a big move, and Irigina, who also slaps Tristan's hair so hard that the wind pressure disturbs her.

Secrito was smiling and meeting lightly, but feeling malicious and not refreshed.

Leoporto is... unexpectedly slapping him tight.

But I'm honestly not happy with what's going on after this.

I move my gaze to the two elves. It's Nurtia and Felteris.

Nautia is wearing a bold dress with an open chest, a dress with a bold to nasty ratio of 1: 9 leading to Felteris, and a dignified line without even hiding her ears as my acquaintance.

I laugh slightly when I remember that Felteris had been invited by the knights of the kingdom for the night before the ceremony.

At all times, men are concerned about sketchy women.

You two look worried when you notice my gaze.

I lifted my arms high with my eyes signaling that I was okay.

There was too modest a cheer for numbers, as was the applause.

"Then we celebrate the new king and the new Gordonia."

A cup is prepared and Kenneth takes the head.

The poisoner drinks the liquor in a large bottle first, then pours it into my cup.

"Cheers -!"

I luxuriously pour the cup.

Leoporto only puts his mouth on to lick, the new nobles pretend to drink and dump him on the floor, and the traditional nobles lean with a sticky smile.

The next moment Kenneth's eyes glow with his head hanging with a smile on his face.

"How about the taste of the poison cup?

"What...? Grr!"

I take off my cup and hold my chest.

I slowly saw the pure gold cup fall to the floor and shake.

"but......!! What...!! You............!!

In my breath jammed with bitterness, I grab Kenneth's shoulder.

"Die. Have too much ambition"

Kenneth stabbed a ritual dagger in my chest.

The fever and pain that can be burned from the purple-dyed corpse enters the body.

There is a twitch from the venue that multiplies the toast earlier.

"Him!"

At the same time, a few of the knights who had refrained move and stick their swords from all directions into my torso.

"No!!!!

A scream of amazement scratches off Celia's torn scream.

I saw Secrito holding back Celia rampaging around like crazy.

"You... from the beginning... guffaw"

When Kenneth sees me fall with a look of agony, he gives a loud voice to those in line.

"Backcutters to spit on! The treacherous man who attempted an abominable seizure was killed here!!

At the same time, the kingdom knights roll out Zach to surround Celia and Secrito and poke the spear.

Celia is the only one who screams and rumbles around, and the others raise their hands very hard in relief.

"I broke my hips enduring humiliation because of this moment! The rebels were defeated here, and Goldonia returned to the hands of our righteous. Justice is done again!!

Kenneth grips his fist in remorse, then screams with tears and grin at the same time.

"Oh my God... you know what?! I didn't know the usurper's hipster wipes were an act to target the gap!

"Ha ha, I believed you! The Secretary General took the humiliation into his own hands, albeit tentatively!

"When you excel in martial arts, your preoccupation is with mountain monkeys. Poison them and dispose of them, but they deserve it!

"Is that the last of the god hardlets... in the palace, not in battle... just a glass of poison..."

"It is a miserable end worthy of the Great Revolutionary who harmed His Majesty and killed even the mighty Lord Radharde... but"

"What is this vacancy? It just seems to me that the military commissioner is dropping his shoulder in the afterlife."

Those who were close to Kenneth understood and cheered, and the new aristocrats decided to support me with the voice of perplexity, and very few, leaned over their faces.

"Poisoning the cup, not the contents, is fundamental to murder. I don't know anything about mountain monkeys."

Soon, next to Kenneth, Tulgar stands and throws up at me falling into depression.

"Ladies and gentlemen, why don't we rebuild disturbed Goldonia? New aristocracy, traditional aristocracy, such grudges are now trivial. Now that the vicious hardlets have been killed, it's nothing more than trivial!

As everyone's gaze focuses on Kenneth speaking, Tulgar tells me pale without a single move.

"If Your Majesty has been debated, the crowd's ambition to take credit for defeating you is a must. Then it would have been best to put him on the throne of vanity and have him disappear after calming things down."

Kenneth advances to a few steps ahead of the throne.

"There is no blood muscle to unhappily connect to His Majesty Alexandro. But I'm not like the infidels there. I don't mean to be king myself or anything!

"What they say is acting. Many military knights entered the messy battlefield, but in the palace. By one measure, Your Excellency fell. Then your power will be firmly authentic."

Kenneth continues in a loud and non-intimidating, narrative tone.

"Until this Kenneth, the Orthodox as Chancellor, reaches the throne, let's make up with everyone's summariser!

"There is no such thing as an authentic successor. Turn it off even if you're there. Your Excellency's power endures with his descendants. Then what difference does it make to sit on the throne? I'll kill the king like you, and so on, below, it's tantamount to a bandit's pro-ball feud."

Kenneth's gonna fall in. He's gonna walk up to me.

"This mess is an outrage by one hardlet. I also praised him as king, even though he was false, and therefore bowed to him, and made way, and turned his back... without any blame whatsoever. Think everything was done to keep the mountain monkeys alert, let's flush it clean into the water!!

"The new aristocrats lost you and let Radharde and His Majesty die. Traditional nobles fled without being able to do anything. All the burden will be on His Excellency. Everything is calculated."

I see. That's Kenneth's way of looking for profit everywhere wearing the skin of emotion and reason.

I guess this is the part of Eirich and I couldn't tell from the bottom of our minds.

"So long, everyone! Applause to celebrate the departure of the new Goldonian and multiply it to a false throne -!"

Kenneth gives you audio.

Several times the applause echoed when I was crowned.

"Long live the Chancellor!

"Long live the nascent Gordonia!

"We're not celebrating the return of the right way!

Traditional nobles in particular continue to applaud with enough momentum to hold hands.

Kenneth looks up at the void satisfactorily and closes his eyes.

Suddenly the applause stops perfectly.

They didn't fit in, they suddenly stopped with their hands in front of them.

No, only one applause goes on, to be exact.

My applause.

"Suddenly, what..."

Kenneth looking back gets stiff.

Like a real stone.

"It was a great speech. It's a conspiracy I can't think of."

I keep hitting my hands as I stand up slowly.

"Such an idiot -!! Surely the cup has poison! There's a fierce poison that just touches the skin and dies -!!"

Open your mouth as you chase Kenneth behind you.

The drizzle and red-purple juice flows off my mouth.

"It's been a long time. But to this extent..."

Face Kenneth with the butt cake.

I'm gonna die.

"Piggy, no, no!! Kill him -!! Take this one -!!"

In the wake of a dirty scream, a kingdom knight approaches me from all sides to stab me again.

"Do you have a second time?"

One flash while grabbing and rotating the dual crater, four swords are amputated from the root critical.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

"Hii..."

Seeing the sword the knights have only patterned, they cease to believe.

Instead of slaughter, I guess I didn't even see myself in this minute.

"Back off."

Saying without even pointing their gaze, the knights abandon their swords and flutter down.

Whatever I did, I realized I was no match for you.

"Hih, hih, hih, no! So, who... who...!!

Tulgar ran away at a glance as I got up, and Kenneth asked for help from the aristocrats who gathered as he crawled whether he had lost his hips or not, but no one jumped in.

Everyone is uniformly rigid.

That's fine. You guys are like that.

I'll run. I'll step on Kenneth's cloak and stop.

"You got a sword on your hips, too, huh?

Point to the ritual dagger on Kenneth's hips.

"Hih, hih... Wow!!

Kenneth sticks his dagger up my leg screaming.

"Ko, this sword is also heavily poisoned! You in seconds..."

"It's been long enough since I was first stabbed."

Grab and pull up Kenneth's collar with his sword removed with a face of despair.

"Use me for stock to rule Goldonia - it's a fine, great ploy indeed. Stupid, honest push. Much smarter than me."

Grab the dual crater with your right hand.

"I'm not in a position to complain. Betrayal is justice if it is done. But if it doesn't..."

Simple doors in the hall are knocked down.

A fleeing Tulgar is grabbed by Brunhilde and readmitted as he is dragged.

"Forgive me, my king, for I swear my eternal loyalty and servitude."

I respond with a full smile.

"I'm glad your loyalty is a lie. For no reason like this, but I personally hated it."

Brunhilde throws Tulgar at me.

At the right time, I throw Kenneth straight up, too.

"Oh, Wang Yi! My king, have mercy!!

Stand the dual crater upward as you breathe in.

"When I met Eirich, I said, 'I'm so sorry. Say," No liquor in the tomb. "

Swing down the dual crater with full force.

Kenneth and Tulgar are severed together, and the shock waves are further scattered with organs, bodies and pulls.

"Hino!!

"Wow!!

Parts that fall apart pour down on the nobles with blood.

I put the dual crater on my shoulder and stand in front of the throne that Kenneth was speaking to earlier.

"Unfortunately, Sir Kenneth has fallen apart, so we decide that there was no prime minister in office."

The place is completely quiet.

There's no admiration on everyone's face, of course, not even dissatisfaction.

It's fear to line up in unison.

Because of this, let's talk about something.

I'm really bad at speeches, but I can't help but say 'bye-bye' down here because it's chaotic.

I just tried to open my mouth and a ready signal came from Leopold.

I say with my hands open.

"This place stinks of blood. We need to ventilate first."

The left and right walls collapse with the roar, each with a nepple and a pouch jumping in and roaring.

"Dragon......"

I'm tired of that surprise.

Brunhilde, who threw Tulgar, comes with his eyes shimmering.

I'm not even going to hide that I'm not a person anymore.

"V, Vampire......"

Brunhilde gives me a compliment and then kneels next to me like a companion.

Of course, there were holes in various parts of my body to get it all done in the act.

"Ousama banjai! Banjai! Pea!"

"Pee! Hartletto Yakitri Banzai!

"Nankakusai"

Harpies descend from a big hole in the wall and scream as they fly around.

"It's the Demon King..."

It's time for a good afternoon.

Because I'm not a monster street performer.

Everyone's face is just too hard.

Let's try to soothe the scene with a smile.

"I'm a rebel and a usurper. And your king."

Calling with laughter.

"Scary......"

Myra shivers her shoulders.

Celia shudders adorably and plucky knowing I was safe and loosing her hips in relief.

"I, the usurper, will not deny your rebellion. Those who complain may pull out their swords on this occasion, and if they are not confident in the sword, they may return to their territories for battle support. I'll kill each other any time, in any way."

I stick the dual crater over the carpet to the floor.

"But halfway is not acceptable. I don't want to foster friendship in battle, I don't want to see your guts."

I smile at a young knight trying to put his hand on the sword.

"Ah... Gu..."

The knight alternately compared me to the sword at hand and quietly put his hands back.

He's boring.

"Um... we can miss it, right?"

"Internal affairs... no, at Kenneth's behest. Har... at the behest of His Majesty to stab me when I get down on my knees."

Hear it with the face of a kingdom knight who attacked me earlier threatened to cut it off.

"Ooh, I forgot. Ha ha, is that what happened"

"Ha ha..."

I laughed and shook the neck of four kingdom knights. I flew and looked at the front again.

"I mean. Obedience or death, there's no third option."

I call Rosario in mourning at the behest.

"Which one do you want?

"… I submit, Your Majesty"

Attract Rosario's hips, grab his face trying to distract him and take his lips.

She stuck her arm a few times and resisted, but gave up and lost her strength and accepted my tongue.

A sloppy, lowered arm was informing everyone of her yield.

Porch growls again and signals it forward as Secrito and Myra protect me.

Celia stands next to me and Leoporto stands a little further away.

Nonna, who was rushing at the end, took her arms quietly, and those who were related lined up sloppily.

"Then we all expect loyalty, or rebellion."

I tightened the crowning ceremony with my best smile.

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[]/(n) control room/

"No, it was a terrible crowning ceremony. It's a demon king's ritual."

I fly the lemon squeeze juice toward Tristan and keep trying to make a fool out of him by holding his eyes.

I wash it and spit it out with milk and fruit juice that Celia brings me extra, but I can't take the unpleasant feeling.

"It's the poison of a glam snake that says it kills ten people with one drop. You won't have a choice for a while."

I really had poison in my mouth when I wore the poison cup.

"I say I just get into my skin and die just because I can spray it... I chilled even though I knew I was taking care of it"

"... I wasn't the only one taught."

Myra says, Celia swells poo.

"Kenneth hates adventure. Even if you wanted to set it up at the crowning ceremony, if you had any alert colors, you would have flushed it and looked at the next opportunity. Then maybe one day we can get behind it. We needed to get him to the end of the day."

"Are you trying to tell me you could have told me!

Leoporto calmly said, Celia is even more bloated and already breaded.

"Don't swell like that. In the end, it worked."

"Still... it still hurts my heart"

When I pull the air out of Celia's mouth, Nonna comes looking flimsy.

Seeing the sight of me being poisoned in front of you. This one's pretty good.

"Ha, you said you were taking care of it"

It wasn't the power of my tough one that withstood the poison - it was the antidote Nautia formulated.

I was taking her conditioned medicine before the ceremony.

"It would have been instant death if I had made any mistakes with the quality of the poison! My liver got cold, especially when he took out the poison knife. If that was a different kind of poison..."

Nurtia unties the trembling fingertips to warm them.

She screamed and gagged that I had my fingers in my mouth in gratitude, and milk was sprayed from her head.

By the way, I was giving Rosario the same antidote for the last time I kissed him.

You should be rattling your throat just like me in the pantry.

"But how did you prevent the sword of the Kingdom of Pursuit Knight? You weren't wearing a veil, were you?

Secrito asks intriguing.

She comes scrubbing her body after the crowning ceremony.

I can see even the smell of meth drifting.

"Kenneth's guy was nagging about taking dust and getting his clothes done, making sure he wasn't wearing anything downstairs. If I wore a veil or something, I would have been wary. So this is it."

I'll take my pants down and show you one thing.

"I only know it's big."

"Wrong this way"

Take off your jacket and show your underwear.

"It's a proud elf tummy roll. It's a sturdy delicacy for a soft, finely knitted and heavily knitted piece of twig fiber. Besides it's very cold proof and you don't have to wear any other clothes!

Felteris chests up mun.

Sure, it's light, sturdy and warm, but I only have the length from below my chest to below my heso with the intrusive abdominal roll, is this all I wear and get out?

Anyway, the feel of this abdominal roll is no different than just a cloth.

You wouldn't have known Kenneth couldn't make it through the sword if he tried so hard to make sure.

It was revealed at the crowning ceremony to say that Nautia's prepared antidote prevented poison and prevented the blade with a Felteris stamp abdominal roll.

Leoporto comes this far to say on the usual Buddha top surface as the tension unravels and thrives with Wye.

"There is no orthodoxy, no righteousness. There is only one thing that His Majesty relies on when it comes to smooth rule."

Don't say Zuba.

Well, neither at all.

"That's an overwhelming fear. Don't follow from 'There's Something'. If you don't obey, you obey from 'It's all taken away'. Exactly fear politics, demon king rule. I don't want to follow people like this while I'm at it."

Shut up, Tristan.

I'll execute you for the crime of laziness.

"Well that's all I have at first. Maintaining rule with fear, he told the people and nobility in measures: 'Is that it? Good guide,' I'll just have to make you think. If you dare to say salvation, that's the first impact, so I think a little good practice would work excessively well."

I say with my head about what Adolf got his hands on from.

"I left it all to the neighborhood. I told you that much, so I'll kill all those who defy you, but you can change it later, as you are now, or if you want. Do as you please."

I begins my journey at once.

You Schwartz bastard, don't take twice as long because the wound was pretty deep and you fell asleep.

"Master Agil? Forgot something for Rafen?

Grab Celia's face with a peek.

"I'm king now."

"Yes. Losing a lot of important stuff... some hard work... and a bad reputation, though. Still, there is no doubt that Master Agir has become king!

Good then.

I'm just gonna go.

"Duh, where are you going! I'm coming too!

"Hey!? If they're away now, I'm in trouble! Hey!!"

Celia and Tristan get up in a hurry, and Tristan punches her pinky finger at the corner of the desk and gets stuffy.

Leoporto and Adolphe with an even more serious and hasty face.

I keep Adolph's in my mind's diary because he's used to seeing it but Leopold's is rare.

Before that, I guess I'll just keep my face on Eirich and Agor's grave.

I know you want to get out of here, but I can't deal with him until I pick him up, so you can wait.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 26, spring.

Status King of Gordonia Attacker Demon King Terror King Poison Resistance (Strong)

Mountain Legend Dwarf's Friend King Ares's Friend Dragon Killing Hero

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