Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"It was a struggle for both names!

A loud voice, like the anger of Eduardo Muller, the Governor of the genus Ermur, echoed the most magnificent indoor cup of the Secretary, set in the Ermur government building, shining in White Asia.

Lombardo and Shester quickly saluted only their right arm from an upright immobile posture and responded with an attitude to the words of ambition from the dreaded boss of this ship.

"Thousand Years of Dragon and Ha Ha Ha... I guess the scene was a training ground for Abyssal (Abyssal Kan)"

"Yes, Raydam, the damage was enormous along with both Lowenglin armies. However, it was easy to deliver spears to both armies. After all the confusion, I couldn't get it cleaned up."

Shester inherited Lombardo's words.

"You thought you'd have to go back to your country and restructure your army for now. When we called for a truce against both armies, both armies actually responded lightly. And I wonder if the death of the Supreme Commander in both armies was significant."

"Mm-hmm. That was General Gorkos of Lowenglin and General Bielsa of Raydam, wasn't it?

The moment the Lombards heard Gorkos' name, although only a few pictures and facial expression muscles had reacted, it was a momentary event and should have done well.

But the fearful man of this ship relentlessly looked at the two with a sharp obsession reminiscent of the raptors, and he unleashed a shameless word on the alias of the eagle of Elmur.

"... are you hiding something from me?

The Lombards were greatly surprised inside.

But they assumed that this might happen beforehand because their bosses knew better than anyone else that they were feared by their wise eyes, regardless of their enemy allies, and as a result they managed to remain unchanged.

"No. Such a thing..."

Lombardo tried and said under the guise of calm.

"So what was your reaction earlier? The moment you named General Gorkos, your complexion seemed different?

Shester answered on his behalf.

"We had an interview with General Gorkos before the Thousand Years Dragon raid... because in doing so we touched upon the people of the General..."

"Be a person? What the hell was he like?

"Yes, in a nutshell… it's human debris"

"Hmm... Really? Councillor Schneider"

"... Yes. I'm pretty sure he's not a very complimented person..."

"... Hmm. Surely I thought General Gorkos was the son of the current Pope?

Shester answered Secretary Muller's question eloquently.

"Yes. He was so much a man in a casket that he had no more of that position. An arrogant, disgraceful, unattended, ruthless, hobbyist tiger who moves only by his own personal desire means a man like him."

"Well... well..."

"Yes, that's why the bug spit (not) ran into the conditional reflex just because I heard his name. I'm sorry."

At the conclusion of his fluent clarification, Shester saluted Secretary Muller with a firm face.

Then Lombardo, who was watching it, also rushed to salute following Shester again.

Muller then raised his right hand in a slow motion while wrapping around him the harsh atmosphere that overwhelmed his surroundings, saying salute back to the two of them.

"Um, I get it. Thank you again for both names. Stand back. All right!

Two.

"Hmm. You managed to mislead me well."

"Oh. Oh, my God."

The two were slowly descending the large staircase in front of the entrance to the Elmur administration as they leaked relief exhalation.

"Nevertheless, Esta was settled for the time being, as before, with the presence of joint surveillance teams from the seven surrounding countries as a neutral place, but the question of the succession to the throne of the Royal Raidham will come"

"Oh, and that guy who would be awesome behind it..."

"... that's Lennon from Lowenglin..."

Then suddenly there was a voice from the feet of the two of them.

"And a thousand-year dragon. Don't forget that."

It was Elle, who had been following the two of them by shrinking to normal cat sizes.

Lombardo hesitated, hissing his voice and paying attention to Elle.

"I'm in trouble. It's still all over the city, so don't speak up."

Elle replied with a cat chirping, "Nyah," in the sense of being aware, once she wore her little neck in such a way that she had no choice.

Lombardo glanced at Chester and his face with a tired look at each other.

"But still, apparently you're going to be busy in the future"

"Yeah. But before we do, let's go home and feed our English. The councillor's wife will also come with great concern. And... my sweet child is waiting for you."

"Right. Let's do it... I'm just exhausted this time."

"I agree."

Saying so, Shester turned to Lombardo and finally saluted him.

"Now if you'll excuse me here. I'll see you tomorrow."

Lombardo also turned against Chester and raised his right hand in a slow motion.

"I really had a hard time this time. Let's just say we get some rest."

"Yes."

Chester, who said so, slightly turned his neck downwards and said a gentle farewell to Elle.

And he quickly flipped around in a crisp motion like a trained military man would do, finishing off the stairs early or quietly walking away toward the western direction where the sun was about to set.

The remaining Lombardo looked at Elle with his neck tilted wide to the side as he took one big deep breath.

"Then let's go too."

Lombardo whispered to Elle to say so, beginning to descend the stairs towards the east in a slow foothold.

Finally Lombardo was on his way home to his beloved wife Emerada and his loving Gaius waiting for peace.