Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 352

Pajam II was born as the only son of his predecessor, Pajam I.

For his poor performance, his father was eager to eliminate his rivals.

Since only male descent men could succeed to the throne, circa-aged male descent boys were relegated to the temple.

He didn't use assassinations or lost hands.

Instead of losing the throne when they leave, they are treated as priests from the royal family.

However, Pajam II was not interested in politics or the economy at all, and his practical ability in that area did not increase.

He seems to have demonstrated a multi-talented talent in the arts, such as poetry and painting, but since his father has eliminated all his rivals who have succeeded to the throne, he cannot help but succeed.

After reluctantly reigning, his father assisted in the administration, but his loss began after his father died.

"I wanted to ... I want to preserve what is worthwhile to future generations. To the extent that nothing remains in my reign, it can only be done by art ..."

Why do everyone want to leave something to future generations?

No, I also had the ambition to say, "I want to leave my name to future generations as a scholar or magician." I can't say people.

I will listen silently.

Pajam II was a great designer and designed the buildings one after another. They are all likely to be extremely expensive.

"The gardens and palaces left behind ... the sights that touch the hearts of later generations ... Imagined ... It was fun ..."

It's an extra care, but let me just say a word.

"My Majesty, at least I should have done it in a less expensive way."

Composition, poetry, and dance.

If you spend more than you earn, you will always fail.

The king's ghost looked down in the white fog, whether he was remorseful.

"I can't help but regret it ... but you're right ... what do you think you were driving that way ..."

Pajam II has a distant eye.

"I thought that the same thing no matter who became the king ... it was just an empty vessel ... It was an empty vessel for growing flowers called Kuwall ..."

Parker tilts her head and asks me.

"Do you know what the king is saying?"

"I don't know, but maybe the royal family was too well-organized. No matter who took the throne, the nation was running without any extra work."

Since the royal family of Kuwait is like a mediator of lords, it is better not to do anything as much as possible.

But then you know that some kings have the question, "What am I?"

Pajam II wasn't as stupid as one might think, so he seems to have questioned it. If he was more stupid, he would have enjoyed the king's life with ease.

However, he is not stupid, but not competent, so he could only demonstrate his ability in the arts he was good at.

And that has weighed on Kwor's finances.

That would be such a place.

Emperor Rolmund's Bahasov IV is similar, and when he realizes his death, he hastily embarked on the conquest of Milardia.

Everyone wants to leave something.

The king's spirit keeps telling me whether I can hear my word or not.

"I was frightened by the coastal lords raising their troops, but I couldn't undo the king's words ... I learned from my father ..."

Does the king have a king's position?

Then we should tax a little more carefully ...

I'm sorry to say that I'm so sorry that I gently put those words in my heart.

"But at that time, Lord Weid, I heard you came .... You're the mate of Queen Milardia ... "

I don't know, but he seems to have his own commitment.

When you hear the demands of the lords, do you feel like you are losing as a king?

I don't know if it's the right value for Kwor, but his commitment has resulted in his death.

I've been thinking for a long time, but people who can say "I'm sorry" and "thank you" right away seem to live longer.

If a child is born, let's do this thoroughly.

Also, take care of yourself.

With that in mind, I show him condolences.

"The Majesty, who seeks dialogue until the very last moment and tries to avoid bloodshed, is with the true king. Let his honor and will honor him."

Then the king's ghost smiles in the fog.

"Oh ... I'm glad that the word is more than anything ... Lord Sir Weid ... May you give me the grace of the mejire ..."

The king is doing something in the fog. Maybe you are blessing me.

If he had been able to meet Pajam II before his death, he might have been able to stop Zachar's conspiracy.

But it's too late, so we need to do something on our own.

I wonder if the King should have a Buddha for now.

When I thought so, the king's spirit began to say something again.

"I believe in Sir Weid as my friend and want to entrust two secrets ..."

King's secret?

It seems like a great secret, but it's this king ...

With that in mind, I will listen seriously.

Then the king confided this.

"I have a trace of a boy ... I am not yet born, but one of my wives is pregnant ..."

"How ..."

The one who muttered was Amani.

Currently, the royal family does not have a decent candidate. It is zero if it is limited to "male men in the world".

But was there a way to know gender before giving birth in a magically undeveloped Kuwait?

"Your Majesty, are you sure you are a boy?"

"Samurai doctors confirmed by the royal scry technique ... no mistake ..."

The scourge may be a simplistic, rudimentary magic that is common in Kuwait.

Only a modest effect, but high reliability.

The king continues.

"My wife, Faslin, evacuated to the fascinating palace under construction before the war .... It is a palace celebrating pregnancy and bearing his wife's name ..."

Did your Majesty order the palace construction with the joy of having children?

Don't feel strangely human.

The king's ghost turns his gaze away from the fog.

"My wife and baby are the only regrets ... The murderers of the murderers may be looking for their wife and baby next .... Please, Lord Vite ..."

I speak to the king's ghost.

"I understand. I am pregnant and my wife is nearing the birth of my first child. I am in the same situation as my Majesty. Let's protect it. ''

"Oh, how reliable ... is the word of sincerity so strong and warm ... thank you ..."

White fog is faintly emitted and flickering. Speaking of a living person, it will be about the expression of emotion like "Hyo Maji did it!

"There's a secret password. Tell Faslin that 'wet flowers bloom on the moon .'... Let's see the most beautiful face of my wife ..."

The smiling Pajam II spirit suddenly recalled.

"And one more, Lord Vight, ... on Mount Kayankaka, the renowned source of the messile ... Valkan jewels ... A mysterious treasure that transforms people into Varkhan ... … A book describing the secrets of the royal family… ”

Vulcan? I know that word.

A war god, a demon king or a hero in Miraraldia.

So it's a brave maker that made Miraraldia a mess.

I thought it would roll on Kuwall, but it did. This cannot be left alone.

I suddenly notice that the white fog is gradually fading. The connection with this world seems to be cut off.

"Parker, His Majesty Spirit"

"I know, your Majesty wants to return."

Parker is constantly re-marking, but that's the same as wandering around looking for the phone's antenna.

I guess it is no good

The king's ghost, in a diminishing voice, says:

"Sincere man, Lord Vight ... selfish wishes ... but ask for the rest ... I'm tired ... the king and ... not something ..."

Even though my father did a lot for you, I don't think the people would be troubled if such a thing was said.

However, spirits under the control of necromancers do not lie.

The truth that is not fake is still there.

I understand my feelings.

The white fog faded and disappeared into darkness.

Parker looks at him for a moment and then tells them all.

"I'm gone. I'm pretty happy with that."

"Then that's good"

I sighed and wiped my forehead sweat.

The dead spirit has a switch of emotions in strange places, so it is difficult to handle it unless you are an expert. I was nervous because it was a field outside my specialty.

I wish I could make a Buddha.

Parker looks back at me and grins grinning, mourning the spirits of the killed guards.

"Hey!

"Don't be rude. I'm just ..."

Thinking a bit, I keep going.

"If you're in the same position, you're just saying what you want to say."

Parker smiled and smiled again.

"It's not everyone can do it."

"I do not think so?"

Parker says nothing and prays to the well where the dead sleep.

"Well, this is okay. The King's soul has mourned you and will be all right. The rest ..."

He glanced into the corner of the ruins.

"I feel a terrible grudge over there. What's that?"

"Is it a minion killed by Zakar?"

He himself, who impersonated the ambassador of Bazza and brought King Kwor to this point. He is killed by Zakar for sealing his mouth.

I told them to get up and pay the sand on my right knee.

"Let's go. I want to talk to him."

I know something.