Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 186 (Prince Ivan's Game Record)

I was determined as I stared at my father's old profile.

My father muttered while watching the snow falling outside.

"My brother has been said to be incompetent or mediocre in the world, but how difficult it is to remain mediocre throughout his lifetime as a governor."

And so on.

"My older brother was not as incompetent as one might think. I just tried to be ordinary."

"But I couldn't bear being mediocre until the end.

"That's right, Ivan. When he fell ill, he said to me, 'Zinier, I want to do something before I become part of the history book. At least one line, add some description I want to do that. ''

I look at and confirm my father's face.

"But he didn't try to grant that wish? It must have been his father's money to order only Eleanor and the SS to perform a southern expedition."

"Oh ... my brother and my brother were allies connected by blood and soul, but only for the purpose of" stopping the decline of the Empire. " I thought. "

This cool way of dividing is the strength of my father.

My father suddenly looked far.

"Do you consider me a cruel brother, Ivan?"

I shook my head.

"No. I don't know how much army would have been thrown in and would have died due to harsh mountain crossings and exotic cultures unless my father intervened. I respect my father's judgment."

An emperor who hastened a hasty invasion with concern for his life expectancy would be nothing but mediocre.

I should have prepared earlier.

And the words bounce back to me.

I have no time.

"My dad plans to build an agricultural test site in Dalmar village ..."

My father, Dniesk, shook his head slowly.

"Wait, that village is certainly under your direct jurisdiction, but you have to listen to the opinions of the villagers."

"They are superstitious and oppose."

One of the texts of Guiyang is called "Noun", which describes specific agricultural methods and the laws to be observed.

Prior to the Propagation of the Sunshine, sacrifice ceremonies were held in the countryside to pray for good harvest. A scripture created to stop it.

However, the farming methods described there are old and often useless. Now it is a shackle, which is one of the factors that hinder the development of agricultural technology.

My father sighed.

"I don't want to admit it. If the villagers come back, it will be harder to bundle serfs and peasants. That could result in lower yields."

"That's right, but ..."

We have no more time.

"Father, if we don't act now, we'll have to pay for Lunier. For the Dniesks and for the people of Northern Lorumund, please give permission."

"I'm going down a lot today, Ivan."

"The other day, we talked with Lord Weid about the agricultural administration in North Rolmund. He was a foreigner and could see the hardships of North Rolmund at a glance."

But my father looked down.

"That's right. He's an outsider, he has nothing to do with the interests and traditions of the land, and above all, he's logical and knowledgeable. I'll do it. "

In my father's words, I do not know how to return.

That's true.

However, I can't just put my hand here. There are some things that I have to do for Lünier.

"Father, let's get the interests of Milardia. Colonize the northern city and make it the territory of the Dniesk family."

Feed the aristocrats and folks of North Rolmund with the benefits of the colonies, such as trade and taxes. Not easy, but more promising than a recovery in agricultural production.

But my father did not agree.

"Don't be stupid, what do you think Sir Weid came to Rolmund for? He's coming to protect his interests in future diplomacy. I will not give it to me. "

That's true. He is the representative of Milardia.

I thought it would be encouraging if I could do it, but I couldn't help it because the interests didn't match.

We have less hands to play for the future of North Rolmund.

I made some other suggestions, but my father did not allow it.

Finally, only the last "trump card" remains in my hand.

But this is the last bill you should never use.

"Father, it becomes imperial and throne ..."

"Nana. That's not it."

My father flatly stated.

"While Ashley is incompetent, he is a promising successor in domestic politics. Don't fought here and exhaust the empire."

"But this will eventually ruin the empire. Ashley has no territorial ambitions. It will allow Milardia wide autonomy."

I got up involuntarily in the carriage, but my father controlled it.

"Once you acknowledge self-government, you'll gradually break down against the backdrop of military and economic strength. You have time. Ashley will know that."

"But my father, Miladia, has Lord Weid."

The first diplomat sent to Rolmund is Lord Weid. I feel too big for the first diplomat to send.

I guess, is there still more talent in Miraraldia than he can? If so, I can't be despised.

On the other hand, if he's a trump card, as I expected, he knows the terribleness of his decision.

Either way, Miraludia is a partner you can't despise.

"Don't look milardia sweet. You're superficially submissive to Rolmund, but if you're careless you can break your throat."

"Ivan"

My father's voice was calm, but it was terribly cold.

"I'm so impatient now that I'm trying to make a mistake. As a father, I can't afford to overlook it .... You'll be out of government for a while."

"father!?"

How can I take my government out of this critical situation?

I decided to knock on the carriage wall three times.

The carriage stops.

This is in the mountains. And the surroundings are all snow.

Father asks in a quiet voice.

"Ivan, what are you doing?"

I told my father, trembling in fear.

"Please get down, Father"

My father sighs and rises slowly. I got off the carriage.

Immediately, my guards carry my sword around my father.

The escorts are, to a lesser extent, the elite of the Dniesk family, but not as much as the sword St. Barnaq.

My father looked around them calmly.

"He who is loyal to Ivan. Forgive me now for his loyalty. Can you help me stop my son's mistakes?"

The expression of the guards shakes for a moment.

Unpalatable.

"Slash!"

Earlier than I shouted, my father drew his sword.

"Wow!"

One of the four guards threw a sword and fell prone. He lost his will to the words of his father.

The remaining three are also distracted by the emergence of "traitors."

His sword was terribly sharp and heavy.

One of the escorts is defeated with the first sword, and the remaining two rush to their father.

But my father has abandoned them without difficulty.

I could barely see what had happened. I can only say terrible.

Even the blizzard of northern Rolmund would be much more calm.

Then, the father mercilessly thrusts his sword at the escort, still lying prone.

"Forgive me. I don't want anyone to know this."

With speech and swordplay alone, his father buried four swordsmen.

"Some believe that pulling Barnak away from me can be assassinated.

My father steadily turned to me, holding a sword stained with blood.

"But I sometimes used my own sword to get rid of my political opponents. I have no choice but to do the work on my own."

Is this my father?

What a monster!

"It was a failure to use a sword instead of a poison, Ivan. Why?"

"Well, the poison is to eliminate fools like Shumenivsky. Did my father always say on the battlefield that he would die?"

I was going to do it at least, but what would it be?

Father laughs.

"When you want to take a person's life, don't worry about it. Just think about killing the other person until they stop breathing."

My father stares at me and sighs small.

"If I was going to assassinate me, I shouldn't have left Leunier in the Imperial City. Some people may even notice this trivial discomfort."

"Yes, but ..."

"Did you not want your son to be present when your father kills your grandfather? That's your sweetness. You're not good at plotting."

There were no words to return.

I drew my sword, but I don't feel like winning.

My father's voice is gentle.

"Ivan, give your sword. I will not cut you. Let's talk."

"I can't go back anymore!"

When I prepare to cut my father, I am prepared to be cut by my father.

I shook my sword.

But then a sudden attack hits me.

Cough, abominable cough does not stop.

This is just a little movement.

I had to do something for Lünier and North Rolmund while I was still moving.

But the moment I saw him coughing, he threw his sword and ran up to me.

"Is it a seizure !? So you ..."

My father is now completely defenseless.

The moment I thought, I had no time to think and pulled my sword.

A dull touch is transmitted to the hand.

"Gu ..."

He pressed his chest and frowned, smiling weakly.

"Yes, that's okay ... don't forget the blow you've ever made."

As I coughed, I watched my father's chest turn red.

What did I do?

When he got up, he leaned against the carriage wall.

"If you're determined to kill me, try the fate of Dniesk and the Empire ... but Ivan, just wait for a while now to run the army."

My father wipes his mouth with blood.

"Once you move the army, you have to achieve some kind of victory ... like you drew a sword now ..."

My father's gaze at me gradually weakened.

"Yes, Ivan ... I have a request ..."

`` What, what father !? ''

My father closed his eyes and smiled.

"Lunier's ... on his next birthday ... parcels, parquets, crafts ... promised ... you're ... instead, ..."

Father once shut his mouth there.

"……father?"

There is no reply.

Power was lost from his legs, and he stopped working as he sat down on the carriage stool.

That was the end of my father Dniesk.