Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

"What? You mean the Red Reaper was alive!?

A plundering voice with a mixture of surprises, echoing indoors.

My father sat on a gold chair with a waste of decorations - King Sahaja put his back up.

The place is in sight.

This room, which was originally just for practicality with little such as gorgeous decorations, has now become just a bad taste place with no shards of artistry. There is no unity in the architectural style during the time when only money was wasted, and it cannot be said that it is beautiful in flattery.

In the wake of the Lord's words, the woman who was in awe in front of her even more drowned her head.

Unusual shortened blue hair, only up to the section (nod). Skinny, tight body.

The head of the assassin guild 'Black', also rumored to be his father's mistress, continued to report in a somewhat lower voice as a woman.

"Ha, at Wilhelm. My pal told me that it was a red eye, so I'm pretty sure."

"To Wilhelm? Why are you in such a place? But I thought you said he died in The Curse of Sahaja."

"I don't know the details, but he said he was definitely some kind of person. It was our renegade who confirmed it. First of all, I was wondering for sure."

"Ho."

I'm deaf to the report, too. It was an interesting story.

The assassin my father always wanted. No, the only survivor of the minority tribe, the Hiyuma clan.

Eight years ago I failed to surround every clan, leaving one of its reapers to be wiped out.

A being whose father had rarely, but for many years, plotted to put it under his control for every guild he belonged to.

As an assassin, he is no better than this, and given that he is the survivor of the Hiyuma clan, the value of use jumps even further. The more you can make him admit he's the Lord, the more immeasurable.

I didn't mean to put my hands on you because I knew my father's stubbornness, but if that means he left the country, then it's not the story.

- I don't want to give it to my father.

I've always been interested.

If it is a competent tool, it is the first time I have it that it will be useful.

I thought so and appeared from behind a thick pillar with subtle sculptures.

My father was frightened for a moment by people coming out of places he didn't even care about, but when he recognized it was me, he returned to his usual dignified attitude.

Father.

"Maximilian."

My father, whose plenty of body had turned only his gaze intact, surprised me and at the next moment lost interest and returned his gaze.

My father, who weaves a golden embroidered cloak that has exhausted his luxury, only looks like a fat, looking pig.

I thank my father politely, no matter what his heart is.

"Now, let me tell you something. If you don't mind, I'll come to Wilhelm."

"You?

"Yes."

I bowed my head to affirm to my father, who had just turned a blind eye when I heard something unexpected.

My hair drips on my face. My father's silver hair makes me feel the blood connection and I feel bitter.

"Let us confirm the existence of the Red Reaper and suggest that we serve the Father, if possible"

"Hmm..."

Exploring my sincerity, my shooting gaze pierces me.

A mocking voice echoed in the blink of an eye.

"We do need to be so sure that it's true and false. But what kind of wind blow are you that's not always even in a fight?

"Whatever. Nothing. As my father said, I just sit still in the castle with no martial arts medals on my heels. Sometimes I just wanted to help my father, was there something wrong?

……

"Besides, I heard about the King Prince of Wilhelm getting engaged. It is also in the name of congratulating. Isn't this just the right opportunity for me to go out?"

Engagement of Prince Wang. To the words my father hung his eyebrows pickly and uncomfortably.

I knew I would react that way if I gave you this topic.

Prince Friedrich.

A natural enemy of my country, Sahaja.

All the culprits who have been forced to retreat every time they invade Wilhelm in the last few years.

Crown Prince, the nightmare king of blonde blue eyes who defeats 10,000 soldiers by himself.

Few soldiers were traumatized by the mighty magic that a prince, always on the front line when things happened, did not change one complexion, and the second prince, who had been entrusted with command two years earlier in the battle, was one of them.

Now all he has to do is show up on the battlefield, and our soldiers are in a frenzy and a momentum that could escape.

Two years after that, Wilhelm and I have been forced into a state of truce because of a pitiful story. It doesn't make sense to declare war if soldiers can't fight.

I want to kill the power of Prince Wang somehow.

And if I could, I knew that my father wanted to eliminate the very existence and control the country this time.

My father's obsession with Wilhelm is extraordinary.

A country without natural disasters. With a privileged climate, vast plains, it also holds a large number of gold-producing mines.

There is also the sea to the east. Destroying Wilhelm, blessed with everything, and taking control of the land is my father's long-standing petition.

Prince Friedrich, the prime enemy of that ambition.

The Prince Wang, who is still 21 years younger, is considered completely innocent.

He and I had met several times in public, but it seemed like there was no such thing as a calm and sedentary thing in everything.

There are no weaknesses that seem weak, and the arms of the sword stand, and the magical power hidden within is immense.

I thought this was a really nasty story with Wilhelm's next king.

"Of course, I'm not going against your father's will. If you're saying it's an extra favor, that's it. I don't mind you ever deciding that I didn't speak."

But I tell him with certainty that my father is listening to me.

"You think Prince Wilhelm's king loves his fiancée extraordinarily? I'll see for myself what kind of woman she is and how obsessed she is, if you don't mind.... I think I can help your father in this respect, too?

"... okay"

That's what my father said and nodded after the silence that made me feel a little lost.

"If you believe in information, I'm pretty sure Prince Wilhelm's king is drowning his fiancée. But when I tried, I tried sending assassins to my fiancée, but they killed them all at the planning stage. It was the Red Reaper who killed him. Perhaps foolishly, he was killed for selling a fight to Reaper, but it is true that one of the plans was so frustrated because of it. Abominable at all."

Father who tells me to throw up and throw up what I should put on my face.

I very much don't think that Reaper in that matter would be handed down in a vessel about the Father, but I just nodded to affirm the Father's words.

My father nodded contentedly, turning to me the king of gold he had in his hand. Shirana and the rubbing sound of metal sounds.

"There are two things you have to do, one of which is of course your fiancée. Make sure it's true and false with the eyes of Prince Wang. The other is contact with Reaper. I'm not sure he's still in Wilhelm, but as soon as he finds him, he'll bring him to me."

I nod and drool my head.

"Any scratches? Are you sure you want to take me home alive?

"I won't complain if I'm satisfied with the five bodies. He's the kind of man who survives the 'curse of Sahaja'. I don't know what to say."

"I understand, Father. Must."

I pray to my father and lift the edge of my mouth as I nag.

As I thought, it worked.

As I grinned inside, a sharp voice flew from my father.

"Don't think of anything strange. Maximilian."

"Weird things, Father says strange things."

If I had gone too far in anticipation and deliberately caught my eye that I didn't know what it meant to laugh, I would have been tempted.

That's just the king of one country. I know it's a big hegemony, but it still won't work for that king prince.

Unlike old times, a father who never goes directly to the battlefield just to give instructions shouldn't be able to deal with that man on the front lines very well.

Striking the floor with a king, his father tells him in a cold voice.

"Don't think I don't know anything. You are the next king of this Sahaja. So I'll meditate on your eyes to some extent, but there's a limit. You know what I mean?

I suppose you're telling my father that I'm gathering my men in confidence.

It is assumed that some information will be leaked. There's nothing wrong with that.

Laughing loudly in my heart, I try to make a face that looks troublesome.

"I don't know what your father is talking about, of course. And let's remember the liver."

Now is not the time yet.

If I smelled outside saying I wasn't going to do anything, my father turned away from me.

"I'll call Wilhelm... stay back"

"Excuse me, sir."

Thank you again and leave during a bad taste.

At dawn when I am king, let's do something about this room first.

Too bad a hobby, not very much, but unbearable.

"Your Highness."

He opened his mouth without looking at the man in tall black armor who approached him as soon as he left the room.

I know who it is just by voice without checking.

Use him as my escort. One of the neighbors. Fabius.

"Going to Wilhelm"

Speed up to the private room behind the royal palace while telling only the purpose.

Fabius, who obeys me, said in a strange voice.

"Are you in Wilhelm? Your Highness?"

"I don't accept questions. The staff is good at a minimum. Get ready."

"Ha."

Fabius saluted and left the scene when he communicated only the necessary information.

Confirm it and turn your foot toward the rear palace, not your room.

When it comes to going to Wilhelm, you won't be holding a woman for a while. Then I wondered if I could have one of the eight concubines until I left, and at the same time I remembered that the man would receive the Queen in a few months.

"The Queen..."

I don't have a queen yet. I'm with anyone, such as a woman, and it's just depressing.

Everyone, if they knew me, would throw out their bodies and try to gain favor.

There is no difference in that behavior, as I pushed judgment. At first, a woman who shows reluctance also opens her legs obediently if she is a little gentle.

Even the eighth concubine I summoned this time.

Beg for love from me, and always at the end wish for the seat of the righteous queen.

But I don't feel that way. I'm not even going to give you a child.

None of the ladies on my side now seem to deserve my righteous queen.

What the Queen wants is a woman who can use it.

I don't have to look good, and I want enough households.

Even idiots who get in my way are in trouble. Intelligence doesn't matter how much.

Of course not a thin woman with nerves who can't follow one of the rear palaces.

There is no point in bothering to stay with the Queen unless you are a woman of skill standing next to me who will eventually go to the championship.

The seat of the righteous queen, which is not yet buried.

Still, it's time to take it seriously. I need a succession.

If you can't find the right woman, you need to prioritize the criteria and select her.

- I wonder what kind of woman that man is going to make his wife.

The next king of the great Wilhelm.

A man who wasn't as interested in that woman decided to marry her.

He was originally a fiancée candidate, but not long after he decided to get engaged.

An early six months later ceremony by the unusual as a royalty.

A drowning affection for the fiancée of Prince Wang sent by an insider.

As a person who knows only a few of those king princes, I need to be sure with these eyes, but I can't believe them.

Just confirming it directly is worth a trip to the country where you deliberately bow your head to your father.

And it's the Red Reaper.

I'm talking about what I saw at the royal castle in Wilhelm, but are you still in another country?

What are you doing? Why are you in such a place?

Of course, where I found Reaper, I'm not willing to hand him over to my father.

Hiyuma says he sees people. I'm busy with my tool habits, but then all I have to do is make you recognize me as Lord first.

Tools are only valuable for the first time when they are used.

"Come on..."

The laughter creeps up unexpectedly.

"It's going to be fun in a while"

What needs to be done is like a mountain.

But first, let's see how it goes. It all comes from that.

In some cases, it would be good to revise the plan.

I thought of a good time I would be visiting and I trembled my throat and headed to the rear palace in an upbeat mood.