Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 347: Aching Pain 3

Zakar spent restless days.

"Is the rumor spreading well?"

When he asks the subordinate who came to report, he nods.

"It's perfect, Captain. The King flees and believes in the Karfal guys.

Zakar was a little relieved.

"Well, that's fine. Wait for the rumor to walk alone. The caudal fin will follow."

But I cannot be relieved.

"Is that king real?"

"I don't think Lahud is wrong, captain."

"Yes. Lahud looks at his face when he sees the king as the ambassador of Duke Bazza. It can't be mistaken."

Lahud was a loyal man and a solid job.

It's a bit disappointing to kill him for sealing his mouth, but it's a necessary expense for safety.

Zakar reminds himself that he shouldn't make money.

Then the man suddenly tilted his head.

"Oh no, I haven't seen Rafhad's guy recently."

Zakar smiles and answers:

"I've been given another job, because he's excellent."

Everyone does a good job. Zakar nods deeply.

I think we had a lot of subordinates.

But still, I cannot be relieved.

The biggest concern right now is a deputy from that northern continent.

The northern wolf, skilled in that plot, may have noticed this conspiracy.

"Do you monitor Sir Weid's movements?"

"Yes. Especially weird ... Oh, I'm practicing with the fishmonger Jijii," I can't spoil the fish. "

"what's that"

"Come on, say Sakkin or Mekkin ..."

Zakar is not sure.

The aides laugh.

"It's ridiculous. Rumors are terrible, but if you enter the battlefield you'll be incapable of dying in a day."

Zakar does not think so.

Surely he just pretends he's not interested in war or plot.

So get up and squeeze the shoulders of your entourage.

`` Gup !? ''

"Do you mean I'm bother monitoring such incompetence? I am?"

"No, that's it!

Although his men struggle, Zachar's fingers bite like iron, and no matter how much he struggles, he will not come off at all.

Zacal released him when his subordinate's expression was filled with fear and the color of his obedience grew thicker.

"Hi, hi ..."

Zachar calls out to his subordinate breathing on his shoulders.

"It's my job to think. You just have to follow me. Everything works. My tricks require the best of you. You know?"

Zakaru smiled brightly as his subordinate nodded.

"Okay, that's okay. Keep watching. He's pretending to be incompetent, to deceive others. Don't be careless."

After his subordinates leave in a hurry, Zakar is absorbed in thought.

I can't read the movement of Lord Weid.

(He's incompetent. He's the champion of the north continent.)

The more information we collect about Weid von Eindorf, the more his monster will be revealed.

Above all, Zachar's own sense of smell clearly states, "He is tough."

But at the same time Zakar was puzzled.

(It makes sense. That much power, intellect, merit, and personal connections. Why don't you feel anything glimmering, despite the ambitions of a commoner who came up to that point?)

Just as practicing a sword, the palms become thicker, and those who have gained power pay a price in their hands. No matter how much you try to hide it, it suddenly comes out.

But Sir Weid felt no price for such power.

No matter what happens, it's as if it were someone else. There is no such habit.

(What is he? What kind of life do you want to do? What is the philosophy that governs him?

I don't know anything.

That scares Zakar.

But this is not the case now.

We can't go back anymore because we've done our best to kill the king. Even if that was a shadow warrior and the attempt to kill the king would never be forgiven.

So you have to go forward.

Fortunately, all plans are on track.

Spread the theory of the king's escape, and reduce the royal family's centripetal force.

When it is sufficiently lowered, it will occupy the Imperial City of Encaraga and make Duke Bazza the winner of this civil war.

Of course, the princes around the capital should not be silent. The special relationship with the royal family is their privilege.

So it will be a war again.

When it comes to war, you can grab as much as you like, whether by force or position.

In the end, just be yourself.

Whatever the death of the king of the previous dynasty, no one cares anymore.

(And then, should I be wary of Sir Weid ...?)

The thought has returned.

But he is the most unpredictable uncertainty in the plot.

(It's a matter of whether Lord Waight is aware of my plot, but if he does, he will not miss me, whether threatening, secret or captive, will come in contact with anything.)

If so, have you not noticed?

However, as far as Lord Weid's rumors are heard, he feels like he will start moving when he hears the rumor of the King's escape.

A man who is rumored to be a goddess of death and a gale storm.

You may have noticed your conspiracy.

I'm noticing that I'm swimming myself.

Zakar is anxious.

There should have been no evidence left or tailed, but if so, the plan must be changed.

In that case, Sir Weid will be clearly hostile.

But that's a problem.

Sir Weid has never lost on the battlefield or in his plot.

An invincible knight as a victorious general. And a terrifying plotter.

We hear that those who made him enemy have been ruined without exception.

That's why he's an aide to the Demon King.

Now he has little soldiers, probably because he is doing something else.

There's nothing you can think of just coming to the forefront and relaxing.

Something terrible is going on without Zakar knowing.

However, no reports have been received from the surveillance.

It's creepy.

(Damn, monster ...)

Zakar couldn't help but fear Lord Sir Weid, who was always calm.

(The most monstrous thing is his eyes. You're scary and nothing, and you'll look at everything, including your plans.)

When he thinks so, he suddenly remembers.

When King Pajam II was killed, he had the same eyes as Lord Weid.

Despite being killed and killed by enemy mercenaries, the king never begged. On the contrary, at the end are pathetic eyes.

Until the end, Zakar could not subdue the king.

Neither the king nor Sir Weid are afraid of Zakar.

(I'm a rare villain who killed even the king, a man who will be a hero. And why don't they fear me !?)

I can't speak well, but I feel something like "personal disparity" that armed force and intellect alone can't help.

(What's the difference between them and me? My ability is far better than Pajam II, and even Sir Weid should be able to compete enough ...)

What they don't have. I do not know the decisive difference.

Zakar had absolute confidence in his sense of smell. The sense of smell that smells danger.

The sense of smell now feels like a bloody smell.

Only that Lord Vight should not turn to the enemy.

Be very careful to keep him outside of the plot.

Suddenly, all the molasses bottles are empty.

Zakal takes pride in the bottomless Ueto, but this is the first time he has never felt drunk even if he drank so much.

"What I have done with me is nothing yet."

Zakar rolled his foot in the empty pot and sighed deeply.

There is no king anymore. Pajam II has no children, and the royal family likely to be heirs has been excluded.

The former king did not sacrifice any means to take his son to the throne.

Who will be the next king?

But the next king will never reign.

The royal family will be destroyed.

What will begin is a frenzy of iron and blood that will burn the whole of Quoru and burn fields.

There is no such festival for Zakars and war dogs.

Only in the storm of violence do mercenaries shine.

This is where you make your money.

(Is anyone hired? My employer is me)

Reflecting on the days of humiliation and patience, Zachar crushed the sake jar.