Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Later

I sit on the throne, my jaw on my elbow-handed arm, and my gaze moves to lick those in line.

"Wu......"

It's not because I'm grumpy that I have a low voice from time to time, but because my butt hurts because of a stiff throne because it's made of luxurious but gems and gold and silver. I couldn't even put the cushions that Maria sewed for me on Tristan, Adolph and Nonna eating the total skunk.

Fluffy pink, cat embroidery undermines the majesty of the throne or something.

If you get hemorrhoids and bleed badly recently, you're not in majesty.

"Phew..."

When I nibble imagining hemorrhoids bleeding heavily on the throne, the serious looking bureaucrat who happened to be at the end of my gaze flutters bright blue, and I have no choice but to move my gaze next to mine.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm shabby, so I'm just looking around in my spare time, but the guy who sent my gaze started turning blue and sweating cold, so I had feathers that moved my gaze pointlessly.

"Your Majesty, I have received confirmation that all those who have called have been involved."

Celia says as she breaks her hips at His Majesty's behest.

It is strangely exciting to be called Your Majesty by the lovely Celia, while being sad with other manners, albeit in public.

Let's even hold it this way for once.

"Right."

Half-naked Celia in my heart lets me call her Your Majesty, while I rise from the throne.

It makes my butt easier and makes me laugh naturally.

"They all responded better to calls that were less empty than the crowning ceremony. It's great to see that there's not a single absentee."

All that fills the wide throne room are those in more than a certain position in the king's capital and province.

Those with low status can't get in, and they seem to be lining up in the hallway.

Goldonian nobles, lords, bureaucrats, deputies, knights… literally summoned all who support the country.

That number would be beyond the crowning ceremony as well.

"I was a little worried, to be honest. Maybe you won't answer my calls because they don't like me."

The man with the right eye shakes his head full with a face full of sweat.

"Whatever it was, I made him wait a long time after calling. I should have checked the absentee."

Those in the front row tremble with burrs.

Do you imagine what would happen if you were absent?

After the crowning ceremony, he may have crushed about five disobedient lords.

Some of them are injured and hanging from their arms, or even have trouble standing because of their old age.

I guess I was forced to rush to see that my absence was unacceptable.

Is it a special victory or a caution?

"So what was it... we're going to start the ceremony"

I mock the new black cloak and peek at the bloody red clothes from the gap.

The dual crater standing next to the throne remains unplugged.

Celia and the others are going for the intimidation of the proposal, but now if the throne is the chair of the bone and the luxury carpet at the foot is the fur of the bear, you're the barbarian king.

"As I wrote in my letter of call, it's time to formally decide on a role. I hope it's not inconvenient as it is now, but I've also changed my mind. It would be nice to just mess around a little bit. Well..."

Everyone gets nervous about me being abruptly silent.

I'm not accumulating anything. Celia's third piece of Campe went somewhere.

I look at Celia silently.

"Long live Your Majesty Hardlett!!

Celia shouts out all she knows.

No, I'm not.

"" "Long live Your Majesty Hardlett! Long live the kingdom!

Myra and Iridina, Celia stepped on my toes and Tristan also follows in a yakking, shitty way.

"" "" "Hail Hardlett! Long live the kingdom!

A raging cheer echoes from all.

Of course you can't be praising me wholeheartedly.

You're yelling at me simply because you're afraid to buy me an unhappiness when your voice is low.

The smaller the liver, the louder the voice to the evidence, and the more the liver sits, the more it fits as a courtesy.

That's good for bracing. This.

Come on, it's getting louder, so let's go next.

I had no choice but to properly introduce the guildless who still wouldn't go home before getting down to business.

By the way, the daughter he's letting follow the wind seems to be the wobbly daughter of a merchant who hooked her up in a liquor store a few days ago.

Nonna heard me scream from the guest room that night and I stepped in and the guildless was holding her with a strange and savage move that twisted her half a turn back.

In that one time, my daughter has fallen completely and is doing her dating.

They would be taken home pregnant anyway because they were dovadoba out without contraception.

I feel bad when I think they took my daughter, who could have been my woman.

"I forgot what to say."

"What!?

Whoa. I told the unrelated guy.

"This is the official announcement of the Officer-in-Charge. His Majesty Agil."

Celia tells me to remember.

"Er, Tristan first. I'm appointing you as military director."

"... ha"

Surprises widened in contrast to Tristan's own sigh-like reply.

"Military Director......? You want me to take over the position created by the former king as it is?

"Is it bold or insensitive? Besides, he seems so mediocre to succeed his slashed benefactor Sir Radhalde..."

Tristan flaunts his shoulders at the unwanted gaze that is directed at him.

"Hey, I agree. Even now to another person - Ouch!!

Celia steps on Tristan cloth shoes with iron military shoes.

"I thank you for your fatality. You don't have a single complaint or dust!

Say it in a mood before Tristan finishes his oath of acceptance and loyalty.

"The next chief administrative officer is Adolf. You."

"Yes, I will do everything I can for the people and the kingdom."

Adolf will know he's the only one who can do it, and I don't know who else to leave it to.

"I didn't know this one stayed the same. Is His Majesty not willing to deny what the former king did?

I don't think so.

I didn't think anything was particularly wrong with just turning away because I wanted to be king.

"Lord Tristan, Lord Adolph... I don't know what kind of personality you have without any common knowledge. This is trouble."

"If we do not change the nature of the role, we will be responsible for both the political, military and national circles. Then it is imperative to fight for the right of initiative. Which one do you get to combine... which one is better"

Unlike Eirich and Kenneth, I don't even think these guys will have a power struggle.

Adolf may still pass opinions to the end, but Tristan just seems to break along the way.

'Then I'll take responsibility and resign,' etc., if they say anything, I'm going to get away with it.

Whenever that happens, Celia and Irigina chase them and drag them back.

"Myra, you ask for the Kingsguard. It's my perimeter and the defense near Wangdu."

"Even in lieu of a life!

That's a nice reply.

I can't even compare it to Tristan's sigh.

The Kingsguard captain is not as competent as the Military Inspector General, who heads all of the army as a position, but is highly independent and treats him differently from the general army in his role of protecting the King's capital.

"Captain Kingsguard... I see Lord Myra belongs to His Majesty..."

"Well, if Lord Myra was recognized for his military talent, he didn't grab it just by his body..."

That's the thing.

Myra's turning bright red, so if you say any more, I'll jump your neck.

"And..."

I hold up Celia, who looks like the end of the world next door.

"Celia is my escort captain and squire captain. Protect me and assist me, not the king's capital or the royal palace."

Pah smiles back and kisses Celia.

Then he also calls Marta and leaves her to the secretary to kiss her.

"... this is easy to understand"

"You're a mistress. Whether His Majesty needs an escort or not."

"You'll overlap with the secretary's daughter. As far as I'm concerned, I'd be jealous if I were ten years younger."

Kiss and release Celia a few more times when she starts to get bored when she hears her outfield voice.

I feel a pressure gaze all over me next time from Illigina.

"Irijina leaves it to the head of the King's Capital Independent Mobile guerrillas. If you look around the capital all the time and find a threat, get rid of it."

"I got it! I'll keep the peace in Wang Du!!

I can hear Tristan and Myra talking hisso.

"Independent manoeuvre… what will happen to command"

"The point is, if you run around like that every day and find a dubious guy, you get him. The army is more of a hobby."

Now... and.

"The information officer system is abolished. Create a new domestic intelligence minister to monitor the bare behaviour of noble bureaucrats and the rule of lords. The intelligence officer moves here as an official bureaucrat, leaving the minister to Rebecca"

Different wavelengths of twitching occur.

"Intelligence officer... are those who were the shadow of the king going to be bureaucrats"

"Is the snitch guy the minister? Anything called character... no, not now."

"But wait. Stealing makes me angry, but it makes me less scared. At least not as disgusting as when the former king was lost."

Rebecca is calm as to whether she already had an idea.

"Are you asking me to expose my face and name to dignified investigation?

"That's right. Instead, give authority that no one can obstruct the investigation. You can also step into the evil deputy's bedroom, the vault of the backing lord, and the stash room of the lazy military commissioner. If you resist, it's synonymous with defying me."

Make the last part sound loud and across the hall.

Then continue with the volume of voice that only Rebecca can hear.

"The haters are even the haters. This is the presence of the table. If you achieve results, it will become a territory and reward you and you will likely get cancer. Of course I'll be more obnoxious than the others. Because you have a heart."

Rebecca looked down and laughed furiously.

And I'll stick something in my shoe while you're thankful.

"Anytime."

That was the key to her office.

Of course, I'm the king, so I can go into every room at any time.

I guess that's what I dare to give the key to.

"How is Your Majesty?"

"You seem to have succumbed a little while ago."

Next. Next.

Honestly, everyone's reaction to Rebecca's position is within our expectations.

I suppose you knew I was going to take the throne as a usurper in the first place.

"There are many other roles... I haven't actually decided"

I walk between those who fill the hall in surprise.

And stop in front of the man looking at this one in the face of tension.

"Do you have any stunts?

"We managed a rural villa in one gate, so there's more to agriculture than a crowd..."

Hmm nodding.

"Then try the Minister of Agriculture."

"What?"

The man gives a scowling voice and immediately finds himself disrespectful and tries to say it again.

"But I am the baroness of the border. I have no experience in the King's Capital."

I control what men say with my hands.

"I'm not interested in your background. Do you do it? You're not gonna do it?

The man closes his eyes for about half a second and then opens his eyes.

"Let me do it"

"Whoa. Pack the details with Adolph - and give me his name. It's not good that the king doesn't know the minister's name."

I don't even twirl.

Those around them were solidified as frozen.

"Do you have anything?

"Uh, there was a small mine in the territory, and the artisans' minds were..."

How about the Minister of Works?

"I spent twenty years paying off the debt my father left me with a side job..."

I wonder if the Minister of Commerce will also be needed.

"In fact, more than before, I escaped the eyes of the kingdom and made various deals with the barbarians on the border..."

You have no choice.

But if we can miss the barbarians without the asylum of the kingdom, then the Foreign Secretary is going to be able to do it.

"I like flashy things, I command them myself with all my wealth, and I have a huge bronze statue on the property..."

Thirty meters high? Is that bad taste statue you see from the balcony your house?

Stupid, but enthusiastic and skillful. Try the Minister of Construction.

Send a gaze to Adolf and Tristan with one appointment after another.

They were shaking their heads vertically as they looked tired.

I don't know the best person for a minister other than my own.

However, since I have been in that position until now, it is good at first to appoint a minister because of his experience, but sooner or later there will be harm.

If you don't know anyway, it's the same thing if you listen to the experience properly and leave it to them.

All that matters is whether we do it or not. He can't be completely unmotivated.

"I am," he said. Staring at Tristan.

Besides, even if the minister was incompetent who could do nothing, there would be no immediate collapse because Tristan at the top of the military and Adolf at the top of internal affairs.

If you know you can't, just jump him in the neck and let the next guy do it.

It's like a lottery where you can pull as much as you want.

All you have to do is pull one hit at a time and fill the minister's pieces.

"in exchange for our fatigue."

Tristan drops his sigh and something scatters from Adolf's head with sarah.

Immediately lazy Tristan is just enough to be horrible.

Adolph would be better off in a clean tully than halfway through.

Seeing me appoint other ministers one after the other, the nobles in particular look like their jaws have come off.

"Oh, such a proper ministry! Besides, agriculture, foreign affairs, etc. and even the role that should otherwise be at the root of the state!

"It's a mess! Whatever it takes, it's too stupid! It's not a matter of saying households or formats! The country will perish!

On the one hand there is a very small but also another voice.

"It's really lame. It really doesn't matter about your personality or your track record. Are you picking the right one!?

"Wait, if it's easy, no, if we can do anything else well, even us junior aristocrats. Or as we are..."

Some of the lower nobles, who are even harsh enough to hold positions in the kingdom instead of ministers, are dazzling, knowing that they are unscrupulous.

"It doesn't even resonate with their minds about me or Mr. Myra being in a heavy position. Anyway, it's inside the new king. Naturally, they are different from ourselves."

Adolf scratches his head gently before continuing.

But with this lame appointment, we don't know what kind of delicious role we're going to have next.

Man does not live by reason and righteousness alone.

Some are happier in the world of usurpers than in the lower layers under an authentic king.

"Obey with violence, let profit guide you..."

Tristan continues Adolph's words.

"Tie it up with the law - right? We need to create a trustworthy system from here on out. It's not my job."

I'll leave you guys to it.

Even now, Adolf has a lot of hair on his shoulder.

Are you all right? That's not normal.

Another whisper begins to spread where the blurring of the unscrupulous caretaker has fallen in one paragraph.

"Now I seem to have lost a lot of my eye-catching role..."

"That's crazy. Wouldn't that guy be gone?

It was Leoporto who kept silent like a statue that everyone's gaze began to gather.

I haven't given Leopold any position yet.

"I thought the Chief Military Officer was the man."

"Rumor has it that his and His Majesty's tenacity led to this robbery or something. Undoubtedly, Your Majesty's greatest minister... can be useless"

"Aren't we going to create some new position? Honestly, I don't like him. I hope it's a role I've never had to play."

I turn my gaze to Leopold like I've never noticed before.

"It was. I forgot you, Leopold."

And Leopold, who entered, told him before he knelt.

"I will appoint you as Border Defense Commander."

"Huh?"

It was Celia who spoke up.

"Mr. Leopold has been assigned to the Supreme Army Command for a year-long placement change with Tristan."

I hold Celia's mouth shut with my hands, watching only Leopold.

"Duh, what do you mean?

Myra asks Tristan, who also shakes his head with a rare and serious face.

"Is it a border with the Empire?

Briskly returns Leopold's question.

"No, north. I need you to protect the border with the Federation."

Someone whispered bossly after a noisy silence.

"Sa, Left Transition...... no, it's a substantial exile! There can be no Federation invasion. We don't need protection on the northern border!

"What do you mean!? Wasn't he the biggest credit!? This seizure...... gehun. I heard he played a big part in the King's shift."

"There are rumors that it was his suggestion in the first place! It's not weird even at the top of the list... No, on the contrary, it's a strange position to be a prime minister. Why!

Everyone goes out of their way to end their lives.

Leoporto remained an iron mask as usual, just staring at my feet.

"May I ask why?

"Whoa, good. You don't want to put it aside because you don't trust me. The traitor does it as many times as he wants. I can't talk about people, either."

Discard in a bright tone.

"Did you say I would betray His Majesty?

"You'll do it. If you don't like me and the way I do it, you'll do it again. I should really slash it and throw it away... but it's your fault I'm on the throne, bent over. Kill him and he'll fall."

The silence that sounds dominates.

There's supposed to be a thousand people in the hall, but I can't even hear you breathing except what Leopold and I have to say.

"I am loyal to Your Majesty."

"I don't need a notebook. Choose gesture 200 and leave tomorrow morning. I saw it once, but the northern border is a good place with plenty of woods. You can also count trees and crush your free time - yes. Shall I add the supply of firewood to my mission?"

Leoporto looked me in the eye for a few seconds, then slowly graced me enough to think that time was flowing slowly and flipped.

Try to leave the hall as ordered.

So the silence finally breaks, and the hissohisso voice returns.

"Apparently, there's something else going on besides what we know."

"Though the usurper, His Majesty Hardlett is essentially a man of martial arts. Don't you like conspirators?"

"He's a man who, from the looks of it, is shady and hates him. To the former king and to His Majesty - that's it. I don't have any more buds."

You started saying whatever you wanted.

I guess there's still no one to look at and like Leoporto.

"Dear Eigil... Um... Ugh..."

Celia, on the other hand, has tears.

Myra and Irigina are also shovon.

But I dare ignore everything.

"Hmm. We've known each other a long time. Let me say goodbye."

I go after Leopold with the liquor bottle I hid behind the throne.

"I can't believe there's a bottle of alcohol in the reward for all the misery... not much."

I was relieved to hear Tristan's voice.

Sounds good.

Grab Leopold's shoulder and squeal with no expression as he gives him the booze in a mess.

"How's it going?"

"Except for the confusion of institutional changes, my battle ratio is isolated. If you play 100 fights, you'll lose 100 fights."

Nothing but me and the Olga Federation, of course.

"We will wait for a good opportunity as we prepare our armaments. National political turmoil, local insurgencies, large-scale disasters…"

"Is 200 enough scouts?

Leoporto stares at the booze he is given with a trembling hand - answering as he pretends.

"A sufficient number can grasp the topographical characteristics. Rather, we need more spies than scouts."

That's why I broke down the intelligence officer system.

Sneak a promising guy around when restructuring under the intelligence minister.

Who would notice a slight reduction in the number of intelligence officers coming out of the shadows?

"Then only a small number of scouts and punitive units will be deployed as planned. It also creates a more left-hand atmosphere."

I see a certain man.

The man, who is nervous but slightly mocking, is in a dark bloodline with federal nobility.

There are many others who are close to a Federation like him.

If we could send Leoporto to the northern border on his own, the news would soon come.

But in this one play, he became nothing more than a left-handed ex-heavy minister.

"You can do whatever you want if you can't find it, so do your best. Let me know when you get the chance. You wouldn't betray me while I'm after the opportunity, would you?

I felt Leopold's thinner eyes open about 1mm more than usual.

"How far is it envisaged to go?

You've had a lot of conversations lately without a subject.

"That's as far as I can go. When I get to where I can go..."

Knock on the tip and Leopold's head.

Next time, I'm going to make a left.

Well, let's hear it one last time, too.

"Say it's a ruse. I said it scattered, did it hurt your mood?

"No, especially."

I guess. He's not such a delicate guy.

"I don't have to be heartbroken at all to say you're the person I want to be, either. I'm glad you're the one."

I felt Leopold's eyes open another mm.