Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

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- Hmm. Doesn't that work?

Confirming that Reaper had left, I slowly appeared out of the hidden room.

You noticed the sound, my father looks back.

I smiled and showed.

"Too bad. Has Reaper gone home? I'm sure he would have done it, but apparently it was a misprospect."

"Eh! Maximilian!

Seeing me show up, my father gives me a look of amazement and disgust.

I hate my father, but that's the same for my father.

"Why are you here? I said I wasn't feeling well today, and you didn't even show up for the morning council."

"Whatever they say."

I just didn't answer because I didn't have to. It's worthless to have a morning council that just doesn't follow my father.

But - and I observed my father again. Still looks like an ugly pig. I'm sick and tired of having blood connected to me.

No, I can take over the throne because of that, so should I be grateful?

When I look at my father dressed in a shitty outfit, that's all I get nauseous about.

Oh, I want to get rid of it fast.

"I was expecting Reaper to kill my father. Then I was thinking of blaming Wilhelm for a lot. The one in your country's hand killed my father. This one has good reason to wage war... Freedom to remain at war and demand compensation. Pretty fun try, huh? So I was just waiting......... was there something wrong?

"... that he's a reaper? You, you've been watching this! You were gonna kill me on top of that."

"Yeah, of course. If you can be a great name for battle, your father would want it too, wouldn't he?

When I snorted naturally, my father stared at me.

I've been patient. Be good to this pig. But that's it.

"This is a good opportunity for you. It's a shame Reaper didn't kill me, but let's ask Father to stay out of this. I would have liked to hold Wilhelm accountable anyway, but I have no choice. I'll take that as an accident."

"... you're going to kill me and become king yourself"

"Yes. I plan on doing that, Father. If you wait, they're gonna kill you the other way around."

Finally, that is what my father will not give me the throne until he dies. Keeping this pig crowned any longer is harmless and without profit.

"Father, good luck with your duties as chief. Leave the rest to me, an excellent successor, and Father, have a good night."

Forever in the dark world.

When he thanked him, his father said backwards.

"... put your hands on me and don't think I'll be safe. I have a black guild master. You..."

"Are you a loser? What more can you say now that you couldn't even call me by the hegemony of Reaper? Besides, you can call me if you want.... I don't think he's in the world anymore."

"... what?

"Share"

"Yes."

Calling his name short, from behind me, a man in black priestly clothes slipped on his face.

Black traitor - it's a share.

Send your gaze to Sharet, who is mocking the rosary of the reverse cross with one hand. He said, "Hmm?," he tilted his neck.

"Have you cleaned up what I ordered? What happened to the black Gilmouth?

"I'm not in charge, that. But she did say she did it earlier."

"It's superimposed"

Get the answer you want, and nod. I turned my gaze again to my father and said:

"That's the thing. Father. Black no longer accepts your orders. I'm going to keep my share in the black Gilmouth."

"Uh, it's a hassle. Then you should let her do it. Don't think she'd be happy to take it on."

"Techniques should stand above. Do you disobey my orders?"

"It's not like that... eh, I get it"

Even though he looked fed up, Sharet accepted my orders.

My father, who was watching us interact, says in dismay.

"... a traitor. You are... my subordinate. When did you betray me...?

I tell my stupid father to laugh.

"Betrayal or nothing, from the beginning, Share is my man. It was your father who didn't know about it and used him."

Sharet also agreed in a mild tone.

"Yes, yes. I didn't betray you. [M] Truth is, if it wasn't for orders, I wouldn't have wanted to follow you. I can't help it because he tells me to."

"Because it was also convenient to manipulate information. Thank you for your cooperation, Father."

"So-yu thing"

Shoulder to shoulder, Sharet looked troubled.

And point to my father, and tell me.

"Hey? I think I put up with a lot. - Come on, are we good yet?

"Oh. - Do it."

"Eh! Maximilian! I remember you!

My father, who had guessed what was good enough, ran out to the door to escape.

But there's no way an ordered share could let the prey escape.

Sharet's hand shines with glitter. Something like a silver thread wrapped around my father's neck. Sharet, wearing black gloves, pulled that hand relentlessly, left and right, with a dark grin.

"- It's prayer time, isn't it? Goodbye, Your Majesty. I hated you. Glad to finally kill you."

"Huh...!

In the next moment, my father's neck had been nicely amputated.

My father lost his life with his eyes wide open.

Blood blows out.

Around, my father's neck rolls. Hitting the wall, the neck finally stopped the movement, but there was a lot of blood on the carpet.

"Um, it's over."

The voice of a relaxed share. He wrapped a circle and thread, and nostalgic as if nothing had happened.

That's how Tokotoko and I come here.

I said as I looked at my father's body.

"... snapping your neck is dirtier than you can imagine. I can't use this room anymore."

As he distorted his face, Sharet nodded firmly.

"Bye. Usually, my neck goes into a leather bag and makes it a souvenir for my mother... hey, this neck shouldn't be a souvenir, should it?

"Oh. This is still just the ex-king. It wouldn't be a good idea not to have a neck at the funeral. Nevertheless, if the body is seen, it will be clear that the killer is you. I'm not going to arrange for that to happen."

Those who had communicated their plans in advance would do well.

The collaborators exceed one hundred. It's as simple as faking my father's cause of death.

"I don't think my mother would be happy to get this guy's neck, I hope. Oh, hey. Looks like this guy was pulling the army out of Wilhelm, but can I just leave that alone?

"I don't mind. Is Prince Friedrich back? Then you have no chance of winning. The battle will have already begun, but it is nevertheless more right to leave"

Prince Friedrich's strength is unusual. If he joins the war, if he doesn't leave soon, he will suffer a great loss. Better back off while there's less damage.

"Yes, that's fine if you say so. I'm busy. I was in Wilhelm earlier, wasn't I? That's what Sahaja says now."

"That's why I let him use a special transfer gate for the royal family. Time, etc., can be bought to some extent with money and power"