Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 345

By the time I got out of the city, the smell of my fellows had already faded.

This can't be tracked without transforming.

I transformed into a werewolf after a long time and run in the dark.

Monza's howling is faintly heard from afar.

"Hayakurai"

I know.

However, because of its wide and quiet plains, howling can reach a few kilometers in the wind.

I am relieved because the Wod squad was transformed and waiting on a slightly hill.

"I was there, I thought I would get lost."

"I thought so. I took a short break and waited. Monza's squad was ahead of me, so let's go."

Veteran werewolf laugh.

Collective action is the basis of hunting.

I arrived with the Wod Corps in a deserted ruin. Not as large as Calfar, but quite large.

Detour around and enter the city so as not to mix with the Zakars.

"I often built a city in the absence of anything like this.

"Oh, then the Mejire river would have flowed by this city in the past. Because the river cuts the soil and piles up in different places, the flow will gradually change in the long run."

"I see. A town that was abandoned after losing water."

We were talking good and immediately noticed something unusual.

"Don't smell the blood"

"Um, probably a cavalry. About twenty."

"Do you know the number, Old Man Wod?"

The Wods laughed and pointed at the ground all at once.

"It's the number of hooves from the south. It's a duck or a heavily armed cavalry because of the hoof tracks."

"Walking horses usually walk in one row, but this is a double row, so it's probably a cavalry."

"Oh, if it's a hoof from the north, it's a mercenary's horse, but this is different."

"Because of the carriage tracks, they're not mercenaries."

The grandpa wolf explained me happily, so I finally realized.

I was so absorbed in the smell in the dark that I overlooked the footprints of my prey.

After all veterans are careful.

Run while impressed.

There is a thick smell of blood in the city.

Apparently it was not in time.

The place where we traced the tracks and smell of the hooves was in the center of the ruins.

It's obvious what happened here.

A lot of blood has been sucked into the sand. A war horse that fell on it.

The jockeys could not be seen, but a fresh smell of blood drifted from the nearby well.

"Ah, captain"

Monza was happily waving, so I approached her.

Fortunately, Zimon, the watchman, was safe. Monza's uncle and veteran hunter have a calm attitude.

"Oh, Weid.

"No, Zymon is safe and what's more. What happened?"

"Oh, that's ..."

Immediately after hearing the situation, I was scared.

dangerous.

It's a very dangerous.

That's ridiculous.

"Everyone, recover the corpse from the old well there. You are a finely dressed youth."

The corpse pulled up had gold thread embroidery on it. It is the coat of arms of the Khul royal family. A bloody crown appears.

This young man is probably the current king Pajam II. It is difficult to judge whether you are a person or a person, but the smell of hair oil and perfume makes you feel that you are a high-ranking person.

Is it genuine because people in this country are so afraid of kings that they cannot make it?

If so, I didn't think it would end up in this way.

I'm sorry but I'm completely dead. You can't cure it using magic.

"what a pity"

I go to the remains of a king-like person. Surrounding wolves somehow imitate it and cross their palms.

He was not good at politics, economy, or the military, but he did nothing to kill him.

"Vaid, I did Zakar. I definitely saw it with my eyes."

Zymon says so and bites his lips with regret.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to help him at least, but there were too many archers. I couldn't help alone."

"No, it's the right answer, just keep an eye on the surveillance. If Zimon had something, I wouldn't be able to get any information. Thank you."

I comfort Monza's uncle.

"That's right, Zaimon-san always said, Hunters only attack when they end their pursuit."

For a werewolf hunter, an attack means the end of the chase phase and must have no other consequences. You can't escape or fight back.

So, if you don't know if you can win, never go out.

Thanks to his surveillance, we were able to obtain important information without being noticed by Zakar.

The king and the escorts have become sorry, but that is no longer in our hands.

Zymon smiles and continues.

"Thank you. By the way, Vaiet, Zakar seems to have lured the king using your name. He seems to have come this far, thinking he could meet you."

"What did you say!?"

"One man was a civilian, but rather than being killed in the raid, he talked to him intimately. He might be a mercenary or an otherwise betrayed aide. I don't know the details. "

Isn't it supposed to be even more ridiculous?

"But I was always killed later. This is it."

As Zymon says, a corpse of a civilian dressed in a formal dress came out of the abandoned house.

"Because it is a dress for horse riding, this is probably the dress of the messenger. There is a coat of arms of Prince Bazza on his jacket."

"Then, did Bazza betray you?"

Monza is squatting and squeezing the corpse, so I stop.

"Here, don't treat the dead poorly. The ambassador of Duke Bazza must have been killed by Zachar's minions, so this is a fake messenger. Probably Zachar's minions."

"Why were you killed? Mouth sealed?"

"Maybe"

Well, this has been pretty bad.

"Hey, Captain, what's going to happen? Will it explode?"

"That's not the case. Quoru is more important than the King himself, the unwritten law of 'there is a king and everyone respects it.'

No matter what, fight the king. Respect and respect the king in form alone.

That is the rules and values of the Khul nobles.

A skirmish may occur between the lords, but if the king says "stop it," he has no choice but to draw both sides.

At the same time, there is a sense of security that the king will end if it becomes ugly.

The king himself has no great troops and few territories. We do not rule the country with force or economic strength.

Speaking of sports, the king is not a strong player. I am not a player in the first place.

The king is the one and only referee. All athletes and spectators will not go against the referee's instructions.

The fact that one player killed the referee means that the rule of unspoken consent and unwritten rules that had ruled Kuwait until now has been broken.

It is a level of incompetence for athletes to murder and kill the referee before the game.

What starts after that, of course, is not a match.

Contraindications that must not be done, "King killing". Those who do things that a decent Kuwaiti cannot even imagine are working with force.

A murderer has slipped into the stadium.

If this became widespread, it was completely unpredictable where and what would happen.

Very bad.

I explained roughly like that and ordered that the corpse be returned to the old well immediately.

"I want to bury it generously, but now I'm in the midst of a plot. I can't leave any trace of where we were, so we won't bring any evidence to Karfal."

If you take something poorly and see it, then you'll probably be murdered.

It's definitely going to be a diplomatic issue, and I'm not at my own risk.

Forgive me, King Quor and guards.

And a person whose mouth is sealed.

I'm sure he'll make Zakal pay for it.

Monza tilts her head.

"Then, will you defeat Zakar? If you assassinate, you're done tonight?"

"I can do that, but I'm in trouble if he's gone."

"why?"

"I don't know if this is a real king yet. And even if the king is gone, there are still 4,000 elite guards left, and I don't know how the upstream basin lords will move. Zakar and the mercenaries will still be on his side. Without it "

After all, the other coastal princes are useless.

For the security of the coastal lords, Zakar needed to be on the forefront of stopping enemies.

"And another thing is that if Zakar is gone, the coastal lords and Karfal citizens are in danger. About 4,000 mercenaries will sprawl out of order in Karfal. They would be like bandits without a boss."

The uncontrolled mercenaries have no idea what to do, and subsequent coastal lords may be attacked.

The ousted Duke of Karfal is alive and well, and should be trying to recapture Calfar.

In addition, the royal capital without the king will be in great trouble.

It is almost impossible for foreigners to get rid of the situation.

"I knew Zachar's purpose by dying the king's hand, so he would do the rest."

"Can you do it?"

"I'll do it. Otherwise, it's the beginning of the Warring States period."

I'll ask you already, so just stop.

An important sugar cane field will be damaged.

"For a while, this ruin will be under the watch of a werewolf squad. A squad will be stationed to watch anyone approaching this place.

Zakal himself will not return to this location, but he may send his men to destroy the evidence or disperse false evidence.

I have to watch over here.

However, the number of squads that can be moved freely decreases.

"Zakal seems to be himself king, but that would be impossible."

When I say that, the werewolf all lean down.

"why?"

At Monza's question, I laughed.

"Because I get in my way."

Be prepared to pull your legs.