Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 169 (Preparing a Swordsman)

Lord Shumenivsky is still seeking a direct appeal to His Majesty the Emperor.

"You guys are wolves! He's the devil of Milardia who came to destroy the empire!"

I sighed and pretended to be inaudible.

My Lord has appointed me to escort and watch this man.

I have a long relationship with the Lord. The Dniesk family has irreparable benefits.

So I put up with the fresh blood shit.

But is it really shit?

I served as the Earl's maid during the duel.

Lord Waid's movements were terribly sophisticated and quick. It's a master move.

But most of all, I was afraid of the inspection after the duel was over.

I find traces in hard ground.

Whether in swordplay or fighting, you can't make a heavy blow without the ability to kick the ground.

But how much power is needed to leave such a mark?

It's so deep that my fist fits perfectly. It is a tremendous stiffness.

If all that power had been driven in, there would have been no Count's life.

In other words, the guest who came from that Miraraldia could afford to do anything.

In the future, gentlemen from that foreign country will need to be careful. I have already reported to my Lord.

It is almost time for a messenger from Dniesk to arrive.

At that point, the door was knocked sparingly.

I ignored the shouting Earl and went out into the hallway.

There are two pharmacists in the Dniesk family and two assistants and escorts.

"The Duke of Dniesk was very worried about his condition and was ordered to have a drug that worked well."

In other words, as usual.

I was reluctant, but I decided to be present. There are some steps to the Earl.

The pharmacist bows gracefully to the Earl.

"Shumenivsky, my Lord has taken care of" Pain Relief ""

Then the Count changed his complexion.

"What does it mean?"

The pharmacist took a small bottle from his bag and dripped a few drops of clear liquid into his usual hot water.

"Let's drink this. You'll sleep a little, but when you wake up, the pain will go away."

But the Count shakes his head.

"Wait, wait ... why I can't ..."

The assistants take over the Earl. The strong guards I trained.

In the meantime, the pharmacist locks the Earl's face and opens his mouth with familiar hands.

"Wow, oh!"

While screaming, the medicinal water was poured into the throat of Fresh Blood Ear.

The Earl died and ransacked, but it was too late.

I waited for the moment to come, leaving my waist sword at all times.

Eventually, the assistants leave the Earl.

The pharmacist looked into the Earl's eyes and then put his hand on his throat.

"Good night"

We place our hands on our chests and pray for the Earl's soul.

The assistants carried the Earl's body and left to load the carriage.

"Is it" rest "this time?"

"Yes. I'll take you to a mountain cottage like the Dniesk family. Let's recuperate there."

In this country, you live after you die.

Only after all preparations have been made to avoid confusion will the physical and documentary deaths overlap.

I had a future meeting with the pharmacist.

"The baron in the example has been proven to be a human in the Imperial Household. The one who gives the Dniesk family, a member of the Imperial Household, must not disagree with the imperial court."

I sighed at the words of an old pharmacist.

"So why do you want to 'rest up'?"

"Yes. The count of Dniesk was burning his hands on the Earl's repeated blunders.

"... I can't help it."

If he were a bit more humble and thoughtful, he would still be the lord of Northern Lorumund.

Everything is a seed he himself sowed.

The pharmacist retrieves the letter from his bosom.

"This is a new order. Open it here."

"I can't help"

Probably a dirty job again.

My Lord is cautious. Only do really dangerous jobs with those you can trust.

Therefore, I will always meet His expectations.

"HM"

"What happened?"

From a long-standing relationship, the pharmacist seemed to find something in my tone.

I make you smile.

"You are coming to the court, and you're going to get a guard.

For security reasons, it wasn't noted which one you were, but I've known for many years.

The son of Prince Dniesk always writes, "My love." His eldest son, Ivan, is written as "my son."

I think Warroy is a good candidate, but I'm a little worried.

You have to protect it.

The pharmacist laughs while cleaning up his bag.

"Don't worry. No one will be afraid to hear the sword of St. Barnaq."

"Don't sword sacred. I'm just a middle-aged knight."

It is thanks to Prince Dniesk that I have lost my territory and can live as before.

Let's say we'll do our best again to reward them.

Even if the opponent is a legendary werewolf.