Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"Damn it! Why do you keep rubbing things up only on days like this!

The man was powerfully sickening through the beautiful township dyed in white, yelling in a flair such as indignation, without even worrying that people were surprised by what was going on on on the road.

The Republic of Valentin, a marine trading nation with small territories in the form of dots all over the world, mainly around the southern coastal zone of the continent of Melissa, which has the largest and most fertile land in the world.

Each dispersed territory is narrow and the total national area is very small even if all of it is combined.

But the Republic of Valentin boasted a mighty naval power because it is a maritime state, and was a wealthy country greatly flourished by commerce and diplomacy, with roughly half of the southern shoreline of the continent of Melissa, which has a long rectangular shape almost beside it.

The largest trade shock in the Republic, which boasts the largest number of wharves and departures within the Valentin Republic, was here in Elmur, a province of the genus.

The walls of this Elmour house were all dyed white until they blinded, in order to prevent the indoors from becoming hot with intense direct sunlight in the summer and clear lighting back from the blue blue blue sea.

For this reason, even before the summer, it has become an ancient familiarity in this town for men to divide into the mountains of Quirito, which stand behind the town, to collect lime, to be lacquered and to paint the walls of the houses thoroughly white.

It doesn't stain everything in the building the most.

When making the lacquer, the blue colored stones (sardines) collected in the mountains were finely crushed, and only the roof was painted blue with a blue lacquer made by mixing the powdered ones with lime.

For this reason, the white of the walls and the blue of the roof formed an exquisite contrast, creating an exquisite view combined with the blue of the clear blue blue sea.

For this reason, tourists didn't even cut their draws all year long to see the beautiful scene.

"I'm not kidding! That's the third one in the morning! Let's start early in the morning with a drink in the liquor store, wrapped in crumbs, brokered by the Gorotsky Mercenary Regiment's impossible troubles! Next, we manage to hold back the riot noise of the mad coal miners over the fraudulent accumulation of coal mine supervisors! So the last three cases! What the hell do you mean the whole thing!? Say it!!

The man cleverly showed off his long tongue without chewing his tongue as he ran through the town at considerable speed.

Behind this yelling, running man, a black-clad man was sickening in a forward position with no footsteps at all to speak of, and his anger seemed to be directed at the black-clad man behind it.

Then the black-crushed man replied harshly to the man in front, with a very low and calm voice.

"I'll explain. We entered the port about an hour ago, when a prohibited item was discovered from a merchant ship of the Roenglin Pontifical Shipping Registry, and a port official attempted to seize it, saying that the crew of the merchant ship was holding a weapon and showing a resistance structure, and that it is currently glued at the wharf."

The black-crushed man returned it with a long, clever tongue, as did the man in front.

"That's a lot of smelly talk again, isn't it? So, what was that discovered import ban?

"I'm sorry, sir. The information I have is everything I explained earlier."

"Right...... no I don't mind! Just go and you'll see!

Say no, the man called my husband by the black-clad man increased his speed of movement.

Then the black-squeezed man also increases his speed to suit his husband again.

And they usually rushed through a distance that would take about an hour on foot and arrived at the scene in just about fifteen minutes.

Two.

"Councillor! This way."

A man shouted how serious he seemed, dressed in a tough figure reminiscent of an official to see.

"Is this the ship? You can't call this a merchant ship no matter what. It's impossible for a merchant ship to be covered with such thick armor plates."

The man who had earlier been called husband by the black-clad man, and now again by the official, called the deliberator, told him to throw it away at the serious official.

"Yes, this is the ship in question, the Norrington. As the Councillor said, in my eyes this looks more like an armoured ship than a merchant ship, but registration is only a merchant ship."

"It doesn't stink at all. I only have a bad feeling about this!

Officials took a further chase to the councillor, who looked up at the armoured ship with a sincerely disgusting face.

"The ship's book is the Papal State of Lowenglin. And it belongs to… the Pontifical Agency"

The councillor shouted reflexively at the parrot the moment he heard the word papal agency.

"Pontifical Agency!?

"... Yes. That's why the councillor has worked hard for you. As soon as we discover the prohibited items, we will organize a platoon of soldiers to enter the ship and enforce an entry investigation… There is also a risk that this will develop into a diplomatic issue if our affiliation is also with the Pontifical Agency, which we have decided will not be able to deal with, and it is up to us to call the councillor"

"I see. It is impossible for the other party to remain in the hands of the Harbour Authority in the Pontifical Agency. But it's a bad hunch. Damn, what a day it is!

Pope Lowenglin, the world's largest nation with a total population of eight million and the highest ranking Zexian pope with the largest number of followers in the world, is a secular and united religious nation with a head of state.

It binds the faithful scattered throughout the world under the Pope in his country, as well as the supreme authority organization at the top of all domestic administrations, which is the Pontifical Agency.

"I'm afraid so. We also did not know that ships belonging to the Pontifical Agency were loaded with prohibited imports…"

"Whoa! That's it! What was the import ban on that stuff?

The councillor asked the Harbor Authority in a momentum not to mention that he had forgotten about it.

Then the harbour warden, who had spoken fluently without staring earlier, mumbled badly.

"... yes... that's... that..."

"I don't mind. Say it."

"... Yes. I will now say it. What was that loaded prohibited item… it… is… a slave…"

"Become!... Zexism is a religion that glorifies the original equality of the name of God!?... That's the slave!?

The councillor was not a Zexian.

Instead he was an atheist.

That said, it was not that he was special, but that more than half of the people of the Republic of Valentin were atheists.

The national winds of the Valentin Republic, rich in the temperament of progress, were liberal and vast, because, as a result of the search for freedom from all things, there were at last few who would also take off the crease from God.

Most importantly, because one of the republican countries is the freedom of worship, some atheists and Zexists, and it was one of the appearances of the Valentin republic that the Dallas, who were the founding fathers of Zexism, and all the other religious followers, were returning.

For that reason, the councillors had a large number of friends who believed in some kind of God, and lived without prejudice to all religions, not just Zexism, because they were atheists themselves.

Among them were the most Zexian friends, and therefore the councillors were so awed of Zexism when they saw their friends following the strict commandments of Zexism and leading a cautious life.

But now, there are slaves aboard the papal administration belonging to the main mountain of Zexism.

The councillor sighed deeply with incredible thoughts.

"... but how did you know there were slaves? I don't suppose the slave traders bothered to invite officials to the hidden room where they were quietly captured to show off?

"Yes. That was not the case, regardless. We realized the existence of their slaves because one slave courageously escaped the hidden room and asked us for help."

"Well... then let that brave man engage you for now"

The Harbor Authority then turned to a very sad look and replied.

"I'm sorry, Councillor. We can't make out."

"Why? How can we not be together?

"Yes... in fact, because he took a deep hand in escaping and, after telling us the truth, he was shortly out of breath"

"... did... that's unfortunate... then why don't we go and rescue his people as we pray for his blessings"

While the councillor held a dark feeling in his chest, he looked up at the armoured ship covered with a heavy outer plate known as the merchant ship and consolidated his determination strongly.

Three.

"Make way. Just down the road... the councillor will come through... please clear the way"

The official made his way by scratching a platoon of sailors neatly lined up in three rows across the ship to confront the enemy with desperation.

The councillor went by with a gloomy look on the road, crushing stupidity at the bumpy and rear black-clad man.

And he was relative to about thirty people who would conflict with his beliefs.

"When's the captain?

In a blurry questioning of the councillor, the outgoing sailors, crude and armed, who did not seem to be merchant sailors, coloured.

And I said, "Hey! Councillor, you don't have a cheerful tone! 'or' If you say what you've done, you'll squeeze it to the bottom of the ocean! 'Or' let me pour poison into that joke's mouth! 'and other curses were thoughtfully showered.

But the councillor gently flushed it with the wind where it blows.

Then he looked sharply at the sailors and slowly looked at them, and at the right end of them, he blamed the bearded, distressed little man as he raised the corner of his mouth.

And he lifted his own jaw gently, and glanced at the man from above, and said:

"You're the captain, aren't you?

Then the man stopped flirting and said he showed a slight gesture of contemplation.

"What makes you think that?

"All Valentin's bureaucrats, when they're young, get on a boat and run around the ocean plains. Sometimes I run into a regiment of fools like you along the way. Those people are just a bunch of outlaws to be reckoned with, and if the generals get hit, they're powerless. So who wants to hide their generals uniformly, but it's actually easy to tell. You know, a little sniveling around quietly behind or at the edge seems like a lot of people."

Then the man, who was named captain, burst into tears.

"Hey, brilliant... you're right. I'm the captain of this Norrington, Zach Cord."

In response to Zach Cord's name, the councillor also lightly corrected his residence and raised his name.

"I'm Lombardo Schneider, deliberator of the Security Service of the Ministry of the Interior of the Republic of Valentine."

Then the complexion of Zach Cord and the sailors changed rapidly.

And they all unconsciously pulled one foot back in a uniform manner.

And they all whispered, "No way, of the Schneider family..." and "of that Valentine's one famous house..." like a muttering little girl.

Most only the captain, Zach Cord, had managed to just stay on the spot, but obviously the colour of amazement appeared on his face.

"Are you... from the Schneider family?

"Oh...... well yes. I'm from the Schneider family."

Lombardo has embarked on various voyages at a young age of twelve.

And he has been brainy, has stood on his arms, and has left behind numerous martial arts traditions.

For Lombardo, who intended to be brave, there was nowhere to think of these unreliable people who were under pressure by the name of Schneider, not his own personal name, but his family name, but he was sometimes faced with troublesome problems, and he could not resist using his family name.

"That's why you surrender quietly. Look, get rid of your weapon. Go ahead. Or do you guys want to turn the Schneider family against the enemy?

Lombardo pressed the sailors to disarm in an unconcerned manner, as well as by the radical actors who read the given dialogue.

Sailors upset and bothered by Lombardo's words.

But the captain, Zach Cord, dared resist.

"... say no. Whether the Schneiders are opponents or not, they will not be disarmed."

"Hey, keep an eye on it. We know you're slave traders."

"Do you have proof? Or are you even a witness?

Zach Cord knew that a witness brave man was not already of the world.

Because it was on this deck that he was out of breath, and it was what happened in front of Zach Cord and others.

But it wasn't Lombardo who was frightened.

"No witnesses. As you all know, he died earlier. But he has left me testimony. That's enough."

"Hmm. Isn't that bullshit about the constant death of breath? You mean the public myth just came out of your mouth as a blur of consciousness, right? What the hell would that be?

Lombardo then breathed heavily, then opened his mouth wide, as if trying to exhale all the air in his lungs, and uttered words in a tearing mood.

"Say stupid! The words of the brave man in this moment weigh a lot! That word has life on it! Before that, your vomiting words don't weigh a single feather!

Pressed by Lombardo's temper, the slave traders lagged far behind.

Zach Cord, who endured earlier, also couldn't stand it this time and pulled his right leg one step back.

Then, suddenly, the door of the captain's office behind Zach Cord opened slowly, playing an offensive sound.

And from beyond that door emerged a lean, vibrant, blue-white looking man dressed in a pitch-black robe wrapped around a Zexian clergy, who made him wonder if he was just skinning on his bones.

The man slipped through its side sending a contemptuous gaze to Zach Cord, crushing, "Dear Bishop..." and marched bravely into front of Lombardo.

Then he spread his hands wide aside and spoke with a carefree gesture with a creepy smile on his face.

"Really great! What a gut-staining word! I've been devastated!

The man praised Lombardo in a truly purposeful narrative, but Lombardo had not received it properly or otherwise.

"... if you'll excuse me, who is it?

"Oh, this is rude. I haven't even introduced myself yet. My name is Lennon, my bishop. Nice to meet you."

"Thank you very much for this. My name is Lombard Schneider."

"Oh! What if you were to bring Valentin's famous Schneider family to the world?

Lombardo replied, "You've been hiding and eavesdropping on me," in an evil way, on the surface.

"I don't know if he's a world-wide celebrity, but he's from the Schneider family."

"Oh! That's an honor to meet you. It's that I came across a storm on a long voyage and it was worth it to have endured the rough seas while suffering. This is also a great divine guide. Stay tuned... at last."

Lennon lowered his head deeply when he said so.

But Lennon's words and attitudes are polite and extreme, but he could see that his belly would look down on all with dignity, and Lombardo replied with a sniffle.

"I just wanted to say that I'm currently putting in a little bit."

"You say?

"We must capture the slave traders behind you and free the slaves who are imprisoned somewhere on this ship."

Then Lennon suddenly raised his bare voice.

"Nah, nah, what!? Slaver!? Oh, my God. Zach Cord! Were you a slave trader!? Oh! How horrible. Zach, Cord! Plead guilty and repent now!

Zach Cord, who was told to do so, first got a decent look, then a surprise look.

And I made sure to squeeze my voice and whine against Lennon.

"Oh, no... Bishop... cut me..."

"Zach cord!!... Didn't you hear me? It's repentance!

Lennon reprimanded Zach Cord much more loudly than earlier.

Then Zach Cord resented him. Even as he soaked the color behind his eyes, he drowned his head deep and knelt (on his knees), and began to repent quietly and slowly under Lennon's feet.

"You too!

Zach Cord's men began to kneel and confess in unison to Lennon's fierce reprimand.

Then Lennon received the penance of the Zach Cords and performed the ritual of forgiveness in the name of God.

And Lennon ordered them to free the slaves.

Four.

Lombardo went down to the wharf looking like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

"Damn! I don't care what you think, Lennon is the main culprit. Take that..."

Then the black-crushed man beside me told him to control Lombardo's words.

"Sir. As I said, I'm pretty sure that bishop is the main culprit. But if you look at that exchange between the bishops and the captains, wouldn't you never say that even if you tortured the captains, the bishop was the main culprit, etc? Then unfortunately, I would be foolish to think that the area might have been a suitable drop..."

"I know. That's politics. And politics is the product of compromise. If we don't use it as a drop point, we'll only have a solution by force later. Then there will be a corresponding death. Besides, if that's not the case when it comes to revealing the truth... we still have to avoid that. That's why I dropped it. But then... don't you feel sorry for that brave man..."

"Sir. It sounds like you've given up sending that bishop to prison. Is that so? Sure, I couldn't uncover that sin this time, but I don't think that that person will repent about this one and take any hand from the crime in the future. Then will it not be better to expose the sins of him to the sun one day?"

"... it's Rodemul. I'm sure you're right. That's not the end of it. Someday we'll catch him and expose him to his neck!

"That's why I'm your husband. This Rodemur will do everything in its power."

"Oh. Please!

"Yes, but... please hurry."

Lombardo snapped his neck at Rodemur's sudden words.

"Yeah? Where to?

"It's in your home. This morning, the doctor tells you that your wife will see signs of childbirth."

"That's right! It was! That's why I was in such a hurry!

"Yes, so please hurry again. I know the noon bell will be ringing soon enough. If you do, you may have already given birth."

Lombardo was running out before he finished listening to Rodemul.

He got on the boat at age twelve, got off the boat over thirty, got married at thirty-two, and was now about to have his first child at thirty-five.

Two men run under the intense sunshine of July, which is going to have a full summer.

Running through the view stained with white and blue.

Then a fresh breeze slipped through between them.

At that moment, the watchtower bell, which is the symbol of the town, played a very light tone, gently enveloping the entire town.

And Lombardo Schneider became my father.