Princes Battle to Concede the Throne

"Sucking up life expectancy? Oh, my God. That father, was he getting stronger in such an inhumane way? I don't have any hands or feet."

"Dumb. Where are those idiots who receive such bullshit on par"

It was me who convinced the Emperor of the truth about his extraordinary strength, but Moon Tianmaru instantly kicked this one's shin.

"In short, are the denominations trying to make a bad reputation for 'the Emperor is feeding the people'? Isn't that a common modus operandi?"

"Uh-huh. But for what it's common, it's quite a peripheral manifold."

Alchemist nods at the Moon Heavenly Maru.

"It was around the Glades wearing the skins of charity that we had delayed the controls. There are already quite a few believers out there among the rough ones in the Glades"

"No matter how many elephant believers there are, it won't reach that stupid father's neck."

Even if more than a thousand rebels would be opponents, the emperor would be able to suppress them single-handedly.

"Si Xuan. You are still shallow. [M] Now that trust in the Order has spread, what happens if you force it to twist it by force? Rumors that the emperor is sucking off life expectancy, etc. cannot be dispelled, and it will take a long time to pull the roots"

"That's worrying, Mr. Smelter. You're practically rootless anyway, so why don't you just let it go? You can't shake the reign with the absurdity of what a immortal would do."

"You almost believed such an absurd story would you say it...?

I'm going to look at this one thin as the moon heavenly circle is frightened.

The alchemist sighed heavily there.

"That's absurd. The emperor's strength is absurd enough."

"Oh, my God. No way. He said he didn't like it."

"Think about it. Ordinary humans die if they are poked or poisoned with spears. I don't know anybody but that guy who crawls up on his own even if he falls into the fire escape."

"Ha, even I will one day be about that..."

"Hey, wait. Does that emperor even die in lava?

Guru and Moon Tianmaru pull my clothes. Apparently, it was my first ear.

"Oh. He did it impotently when he was younger. You said 'I thought I was going to die a little'..."

"Why just a little bit"

"Originally it's absurd strength. No one thinks it's strange, even if the reason for explaining it is absurd."

Besides, the executives of the denominations who recite the theory are also quite powerful. There didn't seem to be any strange craftsmanship in the art that made me crack the big rock.

Alchemist taps the secret diagram he puts on his desk.

"Let's say that the reign was rough with the murders and plagues ahead. If at that time the theory of 'the emperor is sucking life out of the people under the castle' still remains, there may even come out those who destroy the capital or set fire to cut the emperor's power."

If it is based on the congregation's drawings, this capital and the court are structured 'to give strength to the emperor'. The logic that if you destroy it, the Emperor's power will be lost - makes sense. Although it would not actually weaken at all.

"You mean it's easy to crush a denomination, but not to erase rumors? What are we gonna do?

"Great man of the congregation. But should I tighten it up and ground it?

So I said, "That kind of force is counterproductive."

"You can do it in secret."

As me and Moon Tianmaru said to each other, Mr. Smelter stroked his mustache and then scratched his head.

"... in short, I wish I'd broken my trust in the people, but don't take it personally."

"No, what do you mean, old man? How disgusting a measure is that?

Alchemist is an old trickster. Combine cloudiness and swallow to fight your enemies. Do you think you need to do enough to make that smeller hesitate?

"If it's going to be a dirty job, I'll do it, Mr. Smelter. It's easy to escape the nomination of the next emperor if you work that kind of dirt."

"Over this period, you are..."

The alchemist remained silent for a while before continuing like a sigh.

"... oh, just dirty work. It's not a very princely job to throw at you."

"Don't talk about the smell of water, Mr. Smelter. I want to help."

"Stop it, you idiot. But old man, if you need me, I can help you too. I'm good at hiding and working."

Mr. Smelter shook his head to refuse our offer.

"No. I don't need it. It's no longer the same thing. Don't give me any more extra hands."

―――――――――……

A few days later.

I totally forgot about the denomination and had a comfortable day, and I saw something incredible.

"Oh, wait! I didn't do anything wrong! What the hell kind of charges are you taking me for!

It's a peacock man being taken to an interrogation center in the palace.

"You have no choice but to find out! Yes, I did sell pots and scrolls for an extrajudicial price! But it's all on the instructions of this peacock man!

"Me too! It is true that we approached a young woman of the faithful, but it was all instructions from the Church! Every responsibility lies with the Church!

"I'm not sure, but I'm used to arrests!

of a familiar denominational executive - were three idiots.