Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 177

It seems that Lord Kastniev will be complicit in the usurpation of the throne.

The Rolmunds are afraid because they seem to be ambitious, contrary to their warm impressions.

He thinks he's betraying the emperor and prince for his niece and his clan.

Elleora is on alert.

If he betrays, we'll be ruined, so we'll keep those who are good at intelligence from the werewolf squad.

Maybe it's okay.

By the way, what is worrisome is the Dniesk family.

Dniesk, the younger brother of the current emperor, is the ruler of North Rolmund. It has a vast territory, and all neighboring lords follow him.

According to rumors, it is a type of boss skin that can be swallowed together.

Naturally, he must have done a lot in the Dos Black Conspiracy.

I was talking about such a story with Miraodia with Mao and Kite.

"What do you do, General? What do you do with Dniesk?"

Jerik of the werewolf squad happily looked back while repairing the fireplace at Eleora's house.

I shake my head.

"It would probably be possible to assassinate, but the situation in northern Rolmund will be unstable.

"That sort of thing. Kite, is this horizontal?"

"Three more ... No, lower the right about half a minute."

A kite mutters while casting detection magic on the iron fence of the fireplace.

I'm totally familiar.

The kite wipes his dirty hands with a cloth that Lashii offers.

Then he said in a thoughtful way.

"At the moment Prince Ashley can be considered neutral, so Dniesk is the biggest rival after all. It looks better to investigate."

"Oh, I agree .... but just what to do"

I thought suddenly, wiping the window glass with the cloth that Rashii offered.

"Wait, why are you cleaning me up?"

Parker wiped the adjacent window and laughed nostalgia.

"I don't really have the habit of my apprenticeship.

"You shouldn't do it either."

No, everyone works when someone is working.

It is the sad habit of a werewolf and of a Gomovilloa student.

We also polished the floor, so we drink tea brought by our servants. We were all surprised, but let's say that we were able to show the hard work of the Milardians.

"There's a lot of public information about Dniesk."

He has been in power for many years as an assistant to the emperor, so he has no shortage of achievements and fame.

Rashi mutters while reading a letter from Lord Rechomja.

"Obviously, he's a good person. He's a success in flood control projects."

In Rolmund, thaw water flowing north from the Northern Walls can cause severe flooding in early spring.

The solution was Dniesk.

But at the same time, there is no end to black rumors.

Monza, who has dumped the water in the bucket, shrugged her shoulders.

"The Earl was somehow killed by that old man, right?"

"Oh, ostensibly, he's recuperated due to a duel injury, but it's rumored he's been assassinated. Earl Shumenivsky treated me as a werewolf and was dismissed by Prince Dniesk, who hated the trouble."

Parker looked like "Oh?"

"Did you remember that Earl's name?"

"I heard he was killed, so I decided to remember."

"It's rare for me not to be a necromancer to learn the name of a dead human.

Sir Shumenivsky, a fresh blood count, is a guess guy who looks good on this end. Because he was arrogant, domineering, and killed slaves.

But that is all, if you die, you are Buddha.

Let's remember the name.

That's it.

I am vaguely laughing because explaining these values is troublesome.

Parker still looked at my face curiously, but eventually laughed as if she had given up.

"You're a mysterious man. I'd like to open my heart a little more to me who wants to know more about my brother."

"I'm not my brother, I'm a disciple."

At that time, Eleora opened the door and entered, so I called her.

"Is talking with Sir Kastoniev over?"

"Oh, we're done."

It's a simple reply.

However, the eyes are slightly moist.

I don't know the details, but it looks like they have made up.

Then Eleora looked at the fireplace.

"Is this room a little cold?"

And notice something unusual.

"... It seems that the iron fence looks like a southern Miralardia."

I didn't even look at the design, but Jerik's guy finished it in the style of southern Miradia.

The style is very different from Rolmund, so the sense of incompatibility is amazing.

It's hard to explain this feeling, but it's just like putting Naruto on a shortcake.

Overall not surprisingly bad, but a first-timer will be surprised.

Jerilik noticed that and smiled with a bitter smile.

"Oops, I was careless. I'll return to the previous guy, so wait a minute."

But Eleora smiles and shakes her head.

"I just changed it. It's okay. It's a memorial to fighting at Milardia. I'm glad, thank you."

Oh?

The expression is quite soft.

Everyone seemed to think the same, and looked at each other.

Then Fern asked her in a slightly mischievous tone.

"Hey, you can laugh like that."

Elleora stroked her cheek with a strange face.

"Is that weird?"

"Yeah, it's not weird. I think that's better, yeah."

That's exactly what Fern-sister says.

Apparently, little by little, Eleora's frozen time was melting.

But you have to be careful.

If she were betrayed again by her belief, her mind would now be completely frozen and no one would ever trust.

When such a man reaches the throne, what is probably waiting is a storm of purge.

I don't know what Milumdia is like about Rolmund, but I don't want to end up with a very bad finish.

If the turmoil in neighboring countries is too severe, it will be impossible to read the progress.

When I was thinking about that, Eleora gave me a letter.

"I've just been sent a party invitation from the Dniesk family, one for me and one for you."

"The Dniesk family?"

What is the ambitious family of brothers doing?

Eleora smiled thinly.

"Obviously, the consolation of the southern expedition and the welcome of the Miladian diplomatic corps. The invitation seems to have reached Sir Rechonja and other Eleanor nobles.

"I see, you came to crush our faction?"

"It's not always the case, but it's definitely going to be an invitation with some intention."

interesting.

Eleora looks at my face and says:

"I'm not moving, you are"

"No, I'm just thinking about the escorts on Lord Rechomya. I'm having a hard time protecting the Eleanor nobles anyway."

Elora was a thoughtful face in my words.

"I don't think I'll ever do assassination, but I'm not going to be cautious. Unlike my paternal uncle, in the case of threats it's my maternal uncle who uses it instead of greeting."

More and more interesting.

I also love threats.