Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

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I look straight ahead at Dniesk and cut it mercilessly.

"Her Highness. Do you know anything about Her Majesty's nanny?"

Of course he will do it, but he has the material to catch up with.

The easiest way is to tell a lie, "In fact, that was the interrogation of Eleora at that time, and the nanny was confessing about the mastermind."

Knowing the mastermind, it was easy to find material to squeeze there. Find the ones that apply, just as you would solve an equation.

Preparation is enough.

Alright, it's the beginning of the big game hunt.

... I thought so.

Dniesk looked back at me and answered simply:

"That may have been a mistake, now I regret a bit, Lord Weid"

Do you admit it suddenly?

The moment I was faced, Prince Dniesk began a counterattack.

"It's strange why you are interested in such a trivial matter, a common story in Rolmund."

It's common ... Well, it's a common story.

It is probably a calm old man in front of me who killed Shumenivsky.

From here on, I need to be careful and I don't know what to do.

I laugh thinly. As a variation of the villain smile, I referred to Elora's smile.

If you prolong it here, it will likely change the topic, so let's take a quick look at it.

"I thought I had to know because it was so common. So why are you sorry?"

Speak the rest quickly, whatever you like.

Dniesk leans on the chair and sighs greatly.

"I wouldn't consider putting my cute niece at risk from the start. In that case, Eleora lost her trust in others and began to avoid building networks."

ah I see. Was that the aim?

It seems that the strategy was to turn the niece into human mistrust by turning the nanny into an assassin and assaulting it.

He wants to say he didn't want to kill him.

There's no sign of lying, but Dniesk seems to be a type of emotion that doesn't move at all when lying. The movement of the mind becomes sweat and beating and does not appear.

Very rarely, there are these types.

The negotiating partner is formidable, but if you refrain, you will not get any information.

I decided to push hard.

"If so, isn't that what your Highness thinks? Is there any inconvenience?"

"Oh, that's good. In my imperial family, for generations, male descent takes over the throne. The princess should marry in politics and find her own happiness where she married."

I'd like to argue a bit, but that's probably the Rolmund's view of marriage. Keep quiet and quiet.

He picked up the piece on the desk again and muttered.

"But Eléora succeeded in controlling Milardia with only a few connections and troops. If he knew this would happen ..."

"Should you have picked the buds more reliably?"

When I asked a mean question, Prince Dniesk shook his head.

"It's the opposite. I should have taken it to the Dniesk side without any bad workmanship. I missed a lonely man."

Apparently, there is no guilt about what he did.

It looks warm, but it's dark.

I want to reward you for Elleora and ask him on purpose.

"Isn't it too late now to settle with Her Highness Elleora? I guess it might help if I can do it?"

I think it's impossible to say it yourself.

As expected, Prince Dniesk smiled and shook his head.

"Please ask the shallow old man to be too mean. It's too late, but at that time I believed it was the best. I can't help but regret it."

Dniesk rises.

"More than that, Lord Vight, why would you be so close to Eleora?"

"Of course, for the national interest of Miraraldia"

In my answer, Prince Dniesk stares at me silently.

No lie.

Someone said in a previous life that a diplomat was a patriotic scammer.

I'm exactly that right now, so I'm a villain.

So I could smile and catch the eyes of Dniesk.

After the heavy silence, Dniesk nodded.

"I also wish for Miraraldia to prosper."

Lie.

I shrug my shoulders in my heart and bow down gracefully.

"A warm word, thank you on behalf of the people of Milardia."

"The door of Dniesk is always open for you. Let's hope the time comes when the gears will mesh."

I'm glad to say that, but I'm not likely to be a puppet in the Dniesk school.

it's about time. It's just a greeting.

I decided to leave because the party venue was starting to worry.

"Thank you very much for inviting me today. I am enjoying the feast."

"I'm glad if you do that."

"OK"

I turned my back on Dniesk, and decided to add a bit more meanness on leaving.

"By the way, Your Highness"

"What is it?"

"Because you can be your Emperor's younger brother, why not choose better people for your escort?"

"What is it?"

I touch the closet where the escort is hiding and knock with Konkon.

"If you can give a pass, it's at best like this one. All the other seven are standing in front of you."

Dniesk is silent.

For a while he wrinkled in his eyebrows, and then smiled.

"In their honor, they're all terrible masters, but if you keep me, you'll solve that problem."

A bad joke.

Compared to the overwhelming strength of the former king and the master, I'm a good place for me.

"Haha isn't as useful as me. There are so many unimaginable strong people out there in Miraraldia."

I lightly dodged and looked at the fire.

So, should I point out that too?

A rude bargain sale.

"That fireplace has warmed up a lot, but it may be better to check the floor once before the 'cold wave' comes."

"……Really"

I felt the gentle expression of Dniesk slightly shaken for a moment. This is the first time he has ever seen his upset.

When I stepped on that floor, I felt a slightly hollow response, so it was probably a pitfall.

However, it is not permissible to settle for two millimeters.

… No, I do n’t care.

If you think about it, thank you so much.

I didn't like the treatment of Eleora, so I was a little too mean.

I bowed to Dniesk and decided to leave the room.

"Then I will return to the banquet."

"Oh, I didn't bother. Go slowly."

There wasn't much harvest, but this is probably the limit of my bargaining power.

Let's just say a greeting today, and have Sir Kastoniev and Sir Rechonja help you get the information you need.

Well then, let's go back to the party and eat the meat again.