Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 356: Aspirational Ambitions 4

"Well, did you finally listen to the story?"

Zakar smiles with a report from Deputy Secretary Kumerk.

"It's been more than ten days since the King disappeared.

"Yes.

"I've been hired by the SS for security in a former residence. Did you make the connections you made at that time?"

Zakar has a weakness among SS guards. A little embezzlement or trouble in private life, but it is surprisingly useful in such cases.

Kumerk, unaware of it, nodded as if impressed.

"I see, I'm a captain. I have a wide range of personal connections."

"Naturally."

Zakar stood up and looked down at the city of Karfar from the window.

"I'm tired of this scenery. Will you advance to the city soon?"

"Hah!"

Kummerk salutes, but immediately asks a little shyness.

"By the way, captain"

"what"

"You're telling your men to gossip about the disappearance of the king, what do you mean?"

Zakar feels a bit annoying that the intelligent Kumerk is beginning to realize the facts.

"That's until you've announced that you've disappeared."

But Kumerk bitterly bites.

"The captain sends rumors whenever he disseminates information that is not true, so the king ..."

Zakar violently closed the window, unable to bear the aide's gaze.

"Oh, yes. I'm no longer in this world. So what?"

"What, what ... is that true?"

"Really nothing, I killed me."

Zakar raises his chin and smiles at his nose.

Kummerk staggered half a step, and then spoke violently.

"Captain, why !? It's a deadly sin that nobody has ever done in the history of Kuwait! Why do you do that !?"

"It's my judgement. Isn't it because I've never done it?

Zakar confirms that Kumerk is round, and also confirms that he is hiding his dagger.

Then I laughed with plenty of time.

"Kumerck. Are you going to object to my decision?"

Zakar has ruled out those who disagree with himself, no matter how good he is.

Sometimes they are fired without asking questions, others are killed in the forefront, and have several times taken their own hands.

Kumerk would not know that, but knew he would not be allowed to go against Zakar.

"Oh, that's ..."

Zacal folds over his vice-minister.

"Either you or other mercenaries have promised to swear to me, isn't that trusting me and following my judgment?"

"Oh, you're right. I'm entrusting my life to the captain."

"I'll do what I mean. No fight without chance. Everything is as planned."

In fact, there are too many opaque factors and Zakar himself is at a loss, but he does not show the leader in doubt.

Zakal straightly stretches his back and laughs intrepidly as usual.

"Look at this country. Nobody says anything if the king is killed, because he is a decoration. Does the decoration's king make sense? I guess it's better to do it."

Kumerk nodded, but his expression was dull.

"I believe that the captain's vessel could be the king of a nation, but ... without killing anything ..."

Zakar, who doesn't like the reaction, makes a terrible look at his aide.

"The kingdom is messed up by the incompetent king, and we have to run around the battlefield with small coins, so I'll become king and make it a better country."

Then he turns around and smiles.

"If I would be king, you would be the Vice King. Make Baza the second capital of the kingdom. Viracoya will be delighted."

"Is that so?"

"That's right. To do that, you need your strength and the ability to negotiate moderately. I'll be very helpful when you go to Tokyo."

Kumerk is not very useful as a soldier, probably because of his good growth.

But they can do things that ordinary mercenaries cannot do, such as being able to read and write and negotiate with the general public without any problems.

Aggressive recruitment of these talents from other mercenaries has enabled Zakar to take advantage of contracts with his employers.

Other mercenary captains do not know, but there is a larger battlefield outside the battlefield.

Kumerk is the human resource for that.

"The royal capital prohibits all looting and requisitions. It is more disciplined than the regular army. Raise alcohol and women with military funds and supply them to soldiers. Like when you were in Bazaar. You are the only one. ''

"Haha!"

Kumerk stretches his back with a tense expression.

For Zakar, he is a small but obedient subordinate.

"Enter the royal capital before the contract with Prince Bazza expires. When the contract expires, an employment contract is signed with the royal family. The next employer is the king. You know?"

"Maybe His Majesty is already hiding ..."

"Officially missing. Samurai acting as agent and making a contract."

Zakar laughed and drank a sip of molasses.

"Afterwards we search for the king, but we can't find it. Eventually the cloud will become suspicious, and the war will begin. Without the king, there will always be ambitions."

Kumerk suddenly opened his mouth as he noticed something.

"Maybe you're going to get rid of it and make it a fight?"

"Yes, eventually I will be the guardian of the royal family and take control of the military."

"But the new king will eventually throne?"

"Don't worry. Most new kings are revered priests or distant relatives, noble.

Zakar does not know that the blood of Pajam II has not died.

"An undefeated general who protects the royal city, and just a king of decorations. The rest is easy. I will set up a new dynasty."

Zakar pumped the cup and drank up the strong fragrant molasses.

"Keep buttoning in at least three years. By the next summer at the earliest. Will it be fun?"

"Eh, yeah ..."

Kummerk nodded, but his complexion was very bad.

Zakar is displeased and orders him to leave.

"Once you understand, set a new military rule to correct discipline. All punishments for offenders can be beheaded.

"……understood"

Kumerk bows and leaves the room.

His back was felt small.

"A man with a small liver"

Zachar sighed and immediately called another executive.

"Watch Kumerk. We will report any strange behavior as soon as possible."

The executive has a surprised expression.

"What do you mean, Captain? What is Kummerk-san?"

"Let's do what he said. He's confused. Keep an eye on it.

"Yes, yes."

The executives retired as if frightened, leaving Zachar alone.

Zakar stares at the setting sun and pours molasses into a glass.

"... I'm already rejecting later."

He muttered as he told him, and Zakhar drowned his bowl.