Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 227

I have also returned to Rolmund.

Once the necessary supplies have been placed in the castle of Elleora, several Milaldia civilians borrowed from Klauchen are stationed here. They are liaisons to the council.

Then I took the Werewolf Corps and Rykko to the Imperial City.

"Hey, Sami. What's this shady?"

Rykko is shaking in the carriage.

I thought a little and explained:

"Large creatures are more resistant to cold. When you double your height, you only get four times the body surface, but eight times the volume."

In short, this is the same reason that a large pot is hard to cool.

"I don't ask you that reason! I'm not going to study it ... it's a Waid and a sibling."

Rykko takes notes while shaking.

I'll put a coat for a child bought in a nearby town on a rukko and explain what's going on.

"I'm going to do politics and diplomacy for now, so I'd like to ask you for magical techniques, such as magic guns."

"Oh, leave it to me."

"And there's one more."

"what?"

Lycoe, wearing this hood, leaned down, so I gave him another mission.

"Take a look at the lore and history of this land and take it back to Milaldia.

"Good, but why is that?"

"Mirardia's history has been largely concealed by the Senate.

I didn't even know what I had been worried about.

What I care about.

One is "The Hero and the Demon King", and the other is "Incarnate".

There should be old literature in Rolmund, so I would like to investigate them.

"For example, drowlite"

"Oh, it's the northern city."

Drowlite, a mountain city in the northern part of Milaldia.

Lucy seems to know the name.

I'll tell you about that too.

"Actually, the drowlite is known here as the name of the hero."

Slave swordsman Drowlight, or rebellion brave Drowlight.

It seems that Droulite was the one who led the great escape of slaves to Miraludia.

He deserted a large number of slaves, which drastically reduced Rolmund's Senate and eventually destroyed the republic.

It can be said that the Rolmund empire was born.

On the other hand, he is also a fugitive slave. A great villain who disturbed his order.

That is why it is difficult for the Rolmund Empire to evaluate, and is not well documented.

Ryukko nodded to my explanation and picked up a small box of vegetable sticks from his pocket.

"Do you want to take a break?"

"Ah"

Get a dried burdock stick.

Lyucco looked far away while eating a dried carrot stick.

"Certainly, you have to be vigilant about the hero ... I can't let my teacher do something like the first king."

"Oh, the teacher is not invincible. If you fight the huge magical mass of the hero class, you will probably not be safe."

Yes, I'm worried about that.

And it's a secret to Rykko, but I was also following the king's reincarnation.

I don't know if I'm reincarnated, but it's safe to reincarnate once because I'm incarnated once.

However, this is a hopeful guess, so we know it's unlikely.

I know, though.

"That's why please take over the kite's mission. He's investigating any outstanding information."

"Oh, that's an easy win. Isn't that my magical turn?"

Ryuko draws a rucksack beside her.

When he opened his backpack, he saw a huge space.

That is "Lucco Backpack". I don't pronounce it backpack in Milaldia, so I just call it myself in my heart.

He is a metastasis surgeon and can distort the space.

But only the space around you.

Rather than using mathematics to calculate coordinates, he seems to be doing it with the rabbit's instinct.

Rabbits are very alert and take care of themselves.

Llucco picked up a brand new radish from the backpack and began to crunch.

"I'll collect all of Rolmund's outstanding things."

"I ask you moderately"

I hope that it does not cause diplomacy.

But that kind of magic like an item inventory is a bit enviable.

It takes a little effort to reduce weight, and for me ...

I thought, but the only thing a werewolf sorcerer wants to carry is changing clothes.

It was unlikely that it could be used effectively.

On the way, suspicious people were visible and hidden on the highway, but I don't want to mess around, so I'll miss it.

I think it's a spy per Bolshevik, but it's awkward to catch.

They were being tracked by the werewolf squad, but by the time they approached the Imperial City, they had disappeared.

It feels bad.

And we arrive at the Imperial City.

"I was looking forward to it because my apprentice would come!"

Parker laments on purpose.

"Whether you're better than that, Rykko!"

"This chicken chicken bastard! It's as thin as ever, are you eating ?!"

"No, food doesn't go through the throat!"

"I have no throat!"

Parker holding up a squeezing lukkko and laughing high.

Gomoviloa students are full of problem children, but they are especially terrible. Including me.

Well here, there is no need to worry about being scolded by Ms. Melene, so let's have a ridiculous control.

Parker then turned around, holding Ryuko.

"Yeah, I have to tell you the important thing. Bolshevik wants to see you."

"To me?"

This is sudden.

Parker continues with a meaningful tone.

"Yeah, you're not Eleora."

"HM?"

Apparently, Duke Bolshevik was interested in this plain aide.

Parker explains:

"You weren't on the main battlefield this time, but they were indispensable for Eleora's victory, especially securing Warroy and Lünier and sending them to Milardia. It seemed dangerous. right"

"Isn't it all right if you do this as much as you like?

This is also where he wanted to know his true meaning.

And in the Bolsheviks, I have a little business.

After a short greeting to Eleora, I go to the Bolshevik residence in the Imperial City.

A young man stood in the hall of the mansion. The Lord of the mansion is not supposed to be in this place, so it will not be Bolshevik.

I feel like I'm not a servant or a vassal. He seems to be high.

And my physique and posture are good. It looks like an active military person.

Then ... yes, he?

Jovtsiya, the younger brother of Bolshevik. I had a hard time remembering my tongue because I was biting my tongue.

As I approached, the young man stared at me with a hostile look.

"Welcome to Bolshevik House. Are you Lord Vaid?"

"Yes, you?"

I'm worried if I can remember my name, and I'll give him a name.

Then he grows up and claims himself.

"Jovtsya Warbern Bolshevik, the youngest brother of the Bolshevik and his third son."

"It's Weid Grun Friedenrichter"

I turn myself back and lightly bow.

But Jovtsiya's hostile gaze has not subsided.

"I want to tell you the true meaning of deporting my cousin and allied Warroy to the country."

Then the stewards and servants in the hall are in a hurry.

"I'm sorry to you, Jovtsiya."

"Young, you will be scolded by Bolshevik."

From the point of view of Jovtsiya, Warroy has been deported. I can't see you anymore, and I don't know the current safety.

If I am Warroy's enemy, he has executed him in the first place, but Jovtsiya seems to have no worries about Warroy.

Certainly, if you deport him and kill him there, there will be no waves.

I understand my worries.

Have a good friend, Warroy.

I approached Jovtsiya with a smile. They are far enough away from each other that the swords will not come out. He was on the wall and was trapped.

Suddenly I grabbed his chest.

While he was upset for a moment, I took a letter out of my pocket.

"I don't want to answer anything"

Instead, I'll give you this.

The moment he saw the scribble stating, “To a bad friend who loves masochism,” Jovi ya was surprised.

This is a letter from Warroy to Jovtsiya. He writes to several other friends.

'Everyone would be worried. If you give this, you should be relieved. I'm also asking you to cooperate. '

I remember Warroy's smile.

Jovtsiya seemed convinced of something after seeing the wax seal. His expression remains serious, but his enmity disappears from his glance at me.

"... I understand."

I slipped the letter into his bosom, holding on to his chest, so that the servants could not find it.

It's clear to the viewer that this letter is real, and that's fine.

I'll fix his jacket collar while smiling at him.

"I'm sorry. I'll see you again."

Jovzia nodded at my words, bowed silently and left quickly.

Apparently he wants to read his friend's letter quickly.

I look at the servants and smile vaguely.

"Where is the Prince of Bolshevik?"

"Oh, yes.

The servants who watched me and Jovzija's exchanges nervously guided me to the second floor in a relieved manner.

By the way, what kind of person is Jovtsiya's older brother?