Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

I'll grab Frantica's neck. Thin enough to fit in my hand.

"Heh, Your Majesty, this is... so misunderstood! Me too... Higgu"

Did the excuse woman's words stop because she felt genuinely murderous... no, because of the power she unconsciously gained?

"Gu... your..."

Frantica rolls up the hem of her maid's clothes and sticks the needle she had hidden in her underwear against my arm with both hands.

But what is such a needle?

My arm can't be loose where I ripped the skin and made a small hole in the meat.

"Gi... Gu..."

You realize it's no use. Frantica throws away the needle and tries to twist my wrist with both hands.

But there's a difference in force that she can't twist one of my fingers even if she does it for ten people.

"but..................................................."

The force fell out of Frantica's leg as she grabbed my arm...

I feel a gaze like trying on my back.

"Nooooooo"

I moan low to intimidate myself and let go of my arm, which was about to take a woman's life.

"Kaha."

Released on the verge of suffocation, Frantica gasps with her hands on the floor.

My legs fell as I tried to get up without breathing, and Celia and Carla jumped on me and I couldn't move.

"You didn't kill him."

Laughing lightly, Lucy had a flank wound...... no more scratches. She cared about the torn dress.

"Oh, I was taught first."

Beat yourself in the forehead several times to quell the admonition and exalted anger that truly strangled the woman.

"Whatever happens, don't kill the girl."

He just strokes his head saying he's well done and his anger blows up.

Dangerous. Even if it was for Lucy, he might have strangled Frantica.

Frantica, whose hands and feet were extremed by Celia and Carla respectively, raised her face.

This is a little helpful.

"Agil would never kill a woman. And Agil."

"I wonder if I'll appreciate the part where I stabbed this woman. Hmm, quite a concubine preference for appearance. If you want to eat, give me half."

Frantica stuck to the floor looking at fangs unlikely to be in Lucy and Brunhilde's humans.

Celia's articulation sounds brilliant and screaming because of her loss of strength.

The assassin who stabbed Lucy. His anger and hatred for her will not go away, but what a slight loosening of heart to the missing exchange between the bottles.

"Totally. It's not tacky to cleverly get into me. I didn't even notice."

I retreat Celia and Carla from the top of Frantica and strip her clothes without leaving them behind.

Hmm. That's a good body.

"You made me take it off as a matter of course"

"Can't you start by sticking something in it? You..."

Nonna and Secrito sigh.

No, no, I'm not holding you in this stream either.

Good body, but no lust because anger is still prevailing.

"I guess you didn't plan it all. Spit out all the back relationships. If it is hidden, it must be tortured. I'm not gonna forgive you for targeting my beloved mother."

I stroke my chest from Frantica's shoulder and grab my breasts slightly stronger.

"Don't bite your tongue or drink poison. You can't run anymore if you're dead. I want you to talk to me alive."

After seeing Lucy and Brunhilde, Frantica dumped the pills she had hidden on the floor as she had given up.

Frantica told me everything.

Since she was a child, she was planted with intelligence and assassination by a certain celebrity and sent as a royal maiden via Baron Mildrian. But although the invitation was made, the former king did not ride, and he could not take action because he did not show any gaps, and he kept waiting as a lady.

And this time, my husband took action with great concern over the new policy from my seizure.

I couldn't resist the perfect invitation to become an innocent woman.

……

Silent indoors.

"I can't believe you didn't spot me and really caught me... no more"

He looks surprised by the firehermina who literally peeked only at his face from the gap in the door.

"Back to story"

Frantica thus went hand in hand with activating more than a few years of planting, which went well up to 90%.

The assassin's aim was not to kill me.

Except for the fact that it's hard to kill me, if you kill me, the country will be in turmoil again, and I don't know what will come out next. Some of the masterminds were famous, but they didn't have enough power to control your brawl or the temper to just beat it.

Their hope was to take Lucy and Nonna hostage and force me to voluntarily withdraw, making them look only a rounded alternation on the face, putting whoever they presume on the throne and smoking sweet juice... I guess it was to that extent.

Again, her identity guarantor, Baron Mildrian, doesn't know anything behind her, and she says she's a pathetic role to be made home to when she fails by taking various actions.

"It's been a trap for years... but you told me everything was right for it."

I stare at Frantica wondering if Celia is lying.

"... because there are vampires. Even if they die, they make you a servant and you tell them everything. I've been luxurious since I was a little girl with a promise to give up my life for the Lord, but I won't be a servant forever after I die."

"That's a lot lighter."

Secrito stares again.

"If I'd played a happy, light-headed woman for years so she wouldn't be suspected until the role came..."

"Did it really happen?"

Carla stares at Frantica laughing at him.

Anyway, I heard what you wanted to hear.

The investigation is over, and you don't have to torture me.

And then Lucy doesn't seem to like it when she thinks about what she's going to do with her treatment, and she says, not knowing but threatening because Casey has a bright blue face... half-transparent.

"Shall we talk again? It's a little too loud in here."

Lucy leaves the room with her ears blocked.

Well, I can't hear any noise.

(Ugh... we're getting together. We're starting to make noise!)

Casey hides behind my legs.

"Close your eyes and clear your ears."

When Brunhilde told me to close my eyes, I heard voices whispering up, down, left and right, and also from my ears.

(Blood won't stop bleeding. Oh, it's cold. No.)

(Dead. Killed. Oh, that hurts.)

(Hot, hot! I'm gonna burn you to death. I'm gonna curse you!

Resentment overlaps and is heard directly in the brain.

Not even ten or twenty, not one or two. It's an amazing number.

Something was swirling around like surrounding the body I killed when I opened my eyes.

At first, the sole, which seemed to be thin, gradually grew in intensity, becoming a translucent shadow, eventually turning into the face of a woman with a distressed expression.

(Hino haunts! It's a woman's evil spirit!!

Casey hugged me on my back with half a cry.

Definitely a haunted and evil spirit, but I don't know what to say.

"It's the home of a serpent scorpion, such as the backyard. Side rooms, mistresses, their children... murder, assassination, piles. It was terrible when I first got here, but for some reason, I left it behind."

Brunhilde turns his eyes to evil spirits like he sees filth.

"It's good to be ready for once"

Celia takes out the silver knife and stands in front of me.

It's a great decision not to point that at Lucy and the others, but to use garlic.

I stroke my cheeks from behind with praise.

"Hi, even though it's a Hinkin 'scene, don't. Hehe, yes!

By the way, is Kara evil spirits out of jurisdiction or is she stuck to my back perfectly?

There's a Casey in there, too.

"Let's get into that safe zone, too."

"For one? If it's your wife's size, you can have three."

Nonna stuck her face in her valley for the second time today in dairy, and two of her samurai are also about to be buried from the side.

Is it a simple refuge or something?

"Uhm I can't see!! I can't see anything!!

Irijina gazed at everything in the direction everyone was looking at, and eventually began to bolt garlic as she seemed to see nothing. The carpet is turned up. The whole room is shaking, but it still doesn't seem to work.

"Have you come out in response to the blood and the dead? All I'm talking about is a bunch of women who turned into cats after they did it in the Back Palace. Let's scatter one."

Secrito was fully motivated and had already laid his sword against the shadows that had become the shape of man.

The only thing I didn't fear was diving through countless training grounds without dust.

But I'm in a bit of a hurry.

"Even though it's an evil spirit in the first place, women can't kill it. And you're just responding to a corpse."

Shape-shaped evil spirits are shape-shaped. Shape-shaped is awesome. You can't just attack them by saying grudges.

I had a terrible way of dying. I guess I just stayed careless.

"I've grown up before. Leave him alone and he'll be quiet in time. Yeah, just fine."

I lead Nonna and Kara to the exit where she hides behind her back with her face buried in her milk.

"It's one of Frantica's punishments. Reflect here overnight. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who

Vigilant, giddy, lowering celia and a buzzing ceclito drained out of the room after being watered.

"Wahaha! I had some garlic and now I want some booze!!

"You shut that stinking mouth. Otherwise tear it apart...... Ugh stink no. Don't ever stand in front of a concubine again..."

Illigina and Brunhilde are also leaving.

"Huh? What? Lies? Corpses, evil spirits and me?

I give Frantica a small cloth bag.

"They say it's the amulet for evil spirit dispersal. Well, just in case."

Frantica hugs the amulet tightly.

"He offered me a drink at the saloon for my grandfather."

Seeing the mess in the seams and the shitty 'Evil Spirit Dispersal' lettering may be Grandpa's handmade, but it will be fine. What worries me is that it was unresponsive even to put it on Casey's head?

Leave the voiceless screaming Frantica to tighten the door to the room.

The last time I saw it was the sight of countless black figures running around the room.

"Well."

I gently snap my shoulders and make one big stretch.

Slap him in the face a few times to change his mood.

"- Home. The main gate must have been in the Mansion of the King's Capital."

I call Celia and tell her to bring me the dual crater that's supposed to be in Frantica's room.

"Can't that woman's testimony be evidence alone?

I can cover my words before Secrito finishes.

"I don't need proof. I'll decide the truth."

That is the privilege and duty of a king.

Take on the dual crater that Celia and Irigina brought for two.

Secrito was laughing happily.

They didn't need an army because they were in the King's City.

- Morning.

I don't take pride in unilateral killings that can't even be called battles, and I don't want to remember them specially.

I slap my bloody forehead on Concon and put it back in my normal face, the face I show to women and children when I get home.

It's just that I - when I met the owner of the house, I instantly double-crossed him, beat his eldest son to death, grounded him and crushed his brother's head begging for his life. The women in the family who made a scene didn't even mourn seeing the tragedy in their bodies, they were just scared of me and lay down on the ground.

Women and children who do not become ten are stripped of their identity and banished, after help.

Kill everyone else - very easy to understand disposition.

"There was something extra on at the end."

I don't know.

"Exile…" But if you become my mistress and have children, you will redeliver your aristocracy. "

"If a woman who ever lived as a nobleman is suddenly banished, there is only a tragic future. That's pathetic."

I thought you said everyone would be mistresses even though they killed a man in front of you.

"Let's just say it's time to get Frantica out of the room."

I would have spent the night in a wicked spirited swirling room and reflected a little.

After reflection, if I pee with fear, my heart's anger will subside.

"If only I were alive."

Secrito laughs with his nose.

I have amulets and I don't have to worry about them.

So Frantica walks through the hallway in front of her in a flimsy and strange motion into her eyes.

"Look, if I go out on my own, I don't think so."

Then Frantica replied, tilting her neck 90 degrees to the right in a crisp manner.

"No, no, no, no, no."

I don't care if they call me back.

Then his neck leaned 90 degrees with Kakun to the left this time.

"Also, I'm sorry to bother you. I'll be careful."

Don't feel like blaming me any more for being politely bowed down.

"You're going to have me put under house arrest in some room, but until then, it's appropriate... your eyes are weird, huh? Eye drops?"

I think my left and right eyes were moving in different directions.

Was it a big shock, though the language smells old and weird?

"Hey, nothing, nothing. I beg your pardon."

Frantica starts walking flirtatiously again.

"You're worried. Can you see a doctor... huh?

Looking back, Celia and Secrito are sticking to the wall for some reason and dropping off Frantica.

"No, that's more than a doctor."

"Yes, that's definitely it already"

You'll never know until you're clear.

"Ha, heile, heileta. Highletta Highletta. Keke Keke Keke."

Don't let Frantica run around screaming strange things, either.

It's really an execution or a dungeon.

What a strange reminder as I chase Frantica.

It's like I'm forgetting something else.

"Isn't that me, Your Majesty?

Rosario is the only one peeking through the door.

"... I'm sorry, Celia, I need you to get Frantica"

I could use an excuse.

Celia and Secrito, who seem sincerely disgusted, Frantica bouncing around oddly, Rosario looking at me sadly through the gap in the door.

"Yesterday, it was a nasty thing."

Nonna coming there.

"Why should a concubine come after you!!

"Hehe, because I am the mother of His Majesty Agil. I'll take the most bath."

Lucy walks over in a fight.

(Oh, dozens of them in that guy...... migga!

"I heard you roast calves for dinner today! Looking forward to it!!

Casey gets trampled by Irigina after she snaps with some tremor.

I checked my face in the hallway mirror and made sure it was a family-friendly face before turning to everyone. Feeling the gaze of firehermina.

"Who is the king?"