Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 238 (Joissia's Frustration)

"Hmm, did you fail to assassinate ..."

My brother, Charlie Bolshevik, folded her hands in front of the fireplace.

In front of his brother's gaze is a sharp-eyed old woman, Volka. He is the head of the assassin clan who has lived in northern Lolmund for generations.

She, dubbed the Dancing Witch, shook her head.

"It was no good. It was an extraordinary strength. And I didn't think everyone was" black. "

"I didn't even know it, but I was afraid, so I asked you this time. Thanks to this, no one was lost."

My brother laughs and says, but Volka looks uninteresting.

"I'm joking, don't think I'll lie in front of you."

"Oh, yes. Well, even in your family, there will be a huge difference in strength. If you're stronger, that's okay, if you're weak ..."

Volca's eye light increases in sharpness.

"Is it abandoned?"

"You're selling strength? If it's weak, it doesn't make sense to exist."

The Volka clan is capricious and does not always accept requests. In the worst case, they refuse the request and kill the client. A partner who can't be guarded.

However, his brother seemed reluctant to do so, and answered calmly.

"Well, thanks, I know the strength of the enemy. All of you have returned safely and I look forward to working with you in the future."

Borka looked dissatisfied, but nodded recklessly.

"I know, because I borrow the eaves. But compared to the predecessor, you can smell a lot of accessories."

This is what I would say to Bolshevik, one of the country's largest nobles. Volka has not lost.

Then his brother shrugged.

"I'm a little sly. And in pursuit of Prince Ruinier, I've lost more than half of my child's stealth. In the remaining secrecy, it's no use trying to assassinate the infamous General Red Snow."

Volka laughs with his nose.

"Well, it would be useless to use all of your regular soldiers. If you want to defeat Vaid and his minions, don't have at least 10,000."

The Bolshevik townspeople and the free people have a long spear corps of 6,000. There are no cavalry or archers.

He put his hand on his chin and thought a bit.

"That's 10,000? Well, let's think about it."

Then my brother turns to me.

"Jovtsiya. Did you hear from Korzov?"

He replied that he knew his brother's name.

"Korzov said," It's on schedule. "

"It's fine, but it seems that Kozov is also dissatisfied."

My second brother is not very close to my elder brother. Me too.

Volka puts her hand on her hips and smiles at me.

"Wouldn't it be better for this child to take over his eyes? Your eyes look exactly like the predecessor."

"Unfortunately, the Lorumund nobleman had ruled that his eldest son would take over the family. If he could give it to his younger brothers, he would.

My brother's words would not be a lie.

Certainly, he hated inheriting the family.

But as soon as he decided to take over with the patriarch, he began to act fiercely.

He retired his father and carried out his conspiracy one after another without consulting anyone. Thanks to me and my big brother, Ko ov, was left, but Bolshevik's family name still survived.

So I have to obey my brother.

But my brother doesn't tell me anything. I send me as my own name, but I never tell you the purpose behind it.

"My brother, what are you planning ...?"

"I'm still trying to figure out what to do, because there's too much uncertainty about it.

I was also vaguely cheated.

Volka also sighs at the supreme revelation, which may be offensive.

"Well done. It's fine to be a politician, but I can't do my job without telling me what I need."

Then her minions came into the room and heard something.

Volka grins grinly and nods in a small way.

"I'm a little rude because a young monster is calling me."

As the brother nodded silently, Volka left the room with her minions.

"I hope they are a little more aggressive, but it's awkward to deal with. If I ask for something other than money and honor, I'm not in my safe."

The Volka clan chooses a job. He asked him to pursue Prince Lunier, but he was exclaimed, "I'm not going to playfully kill my child!"

But I didn't even know that my brother was chasing Prince Ruinier. I was careful, so I was able to inform Lord Weid this time, but despite being my brother, I had no choice but to be careful.

Prince Lünier is the son of a cousin. It's an important relative for our brothers.

I don't understand the nerve of trying to hunt down and kill anyway.

When I looked at my brother with annoyance, he looked back at me with a bitter smile.

"I know I have no virtue or ambition. Hanging such a thing would make it difficult to do it, but ..."

An older brother sighs.

"Isn't it quite possible that there is a temperature difference inside Polar Stars too. Now that the Dniesks have fallen, our well-being must be maintained by ourselves."

"Is my brother betraying Warroy?"

I just complained, but my brother laughs.

"Do you think this flow has stopped because the Bolsheviks continued to fight there? Did you dismiss General Snow Red and the war princess Elora?"

"I think there was enough to win."

But his brother shakes his head.

"As long as we send 6,000 believers to the battlefield, it's no use in" I have enough chances. "

"That's right ...

The losing battle is miserable. So when his brother lost his sight, he immediately betrayed him and took in the enemy Eleora.

Certainly, this method will almost certainly survive.

"But my brother ..."

Your way is shameless and shameless.

I wanted to say that, but my brother turned around to dismiss my objection.

"But then, it was interesting that Lord Weid had opened a large air hole in the closed Rolmund, so we've got a chance."

"Opportunity? I've lived peacefully so far, but what are your brothers saying?"

Then his brother laughed thinly.

"Even if you fight, you must choose your enemies. Princess Eleora, Prince Ashley, and Lord Vite. All three are intelligent, selfless, and loyal to their own position. On the other hand, it gives us a certain victory. ''

"A sure victory? Can your brother beat them?"

"of course"

My brother laughed happily.

"I met Sir Weid and I was convinced that this guy would be fine."

"Bad, I thought I wasn't as sweet as my brother could win ..."

"Yes, that's right."

My brother nodded again and again as convinced.

I do not get it it.

My older brother relaxes in front of the fireplace and gazes far away.

"My 'victory' is a bit different from what you think."

"What does it mean?"

"I won't tell you, I'll definitely be opposed."

He laughed and took two glasses from the shelf.

"Although the spring is near, the night is still cold. Let's rest tonight and do a light drink."

"……Ah"

I gave up asking my brother for the meaning and received the glass.

Have it your way.