Crane Rosenberge was on a small, mountainous road south of the mountainous area.
A road without a path that only a first-class magician can go through.
The crane go down the slope like the cliff itself.
All to get behind the first prince camp on the north side of the mountainous area.
"Be careful, are you okay?"
"Thank you, Crane."
While helping others, there is no hesitation in their steps.
Crane, who has arrived at the scheduled position, waits for the fight to begin, dismissing the sign.
He didn't signal, but he was convinced he would.
(The aftermath of the stupidly ridiculous stupid will never reach this point)
And Crane's expectations change to reality.
A roar that shakes the earth.
The swaying air and the scenery ahead.
Against an offensive that could swallow everything, the First Prince camp was calm.
Keep calm and take actions that would have been expected without showing any of the upsets.
Looking at the formation, he apparently intends to break through a corner and put it in a trap set inside to siege.
(It seems like a fucking big brother who is painfully quiet and has a bad personality)
I have never been able to win a grade or a board game.
A fucking big brother who always goes over this aim and does what he hates the most.
However, she seemed to be cold and thought that she did not hate both her brother and sister and the country.
(Why ... why, fucking big brother ...)
Crane thinks.
(I absolutely stop ...!)
It was that time.
One possibility has crossed my mind.
Isn't there a shit brother who always goes over this aim and hates what he doesn't know about my plan?
I know because I lost so badly.
That is absolutely impossible.
"Behind! There are ambush behind!"
Five dolls jump at once.
Crane thrusts at his slow responders and activates magic.
Thousand ice guns
At the moment, a bolt-action rifle that emits pale light appears around the crane.
Countless ice guns, all of which are made of ice.
The released ice bullets instantly sweep the dolls off the battlefield.
"I was going up for the first time, fucking big brother."
"No problem. That's also within expectations."
What appeared was Berglord with a number of dolls beyond Crane's imagination.
The sweat freezes in the temple.
The eyes are mixed.
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"I'm glad you did, 001 (first). I was able to protect Rosenberge from 031 (Thirty One) safely."
"No, I'm still not reassured. I knew I had no intention of marriage, but when did my breach turn to the 17th princess? I knew that the client of the cult was also the Rosenverde royal family."
"Now firing an assassin to your brother and sister"
"That's why the throne is worth it."
Doran says he will unlock the triple door.
What they were stealing was a room in the Arnen Elbe Palace.
The name of the client as a result of a survey of the Assassin's Cultural Underground Cathedral.
Sensing further signs of evil, they were investigating the room of the First Prince Bergroad.
"I can't miss the darkness of the world."
"Because that's a black institution-a message from Moka-chan."
"... Why are you contacting me? I'm really trying to reach out."
"No! No! I woke up to true love. I love it, so I don't get close because I value it. Watching beautiful blooming flowers from a distance is my way."
"Why are you exchanging contacts?"
"I heard from Cocoa because she wanted to know her contacts."
"Why 006 (Six) contact?"
"I don't know. I'm trying to keep my distance in a gentleman's way so as to minimize the impact, but for some reason the frequency of contact has increased."
"... It's weird. Why do you contact 006 (Six), the top black institution?"
"I do not understand either"
They investigate the private room of the first prince thoroughly.
What came out was the involvement of the First Prince and the assassination cult. Evidence of a banned drug that is supposedly used secretly.
"Decisive"
"Yes."
"Now let's uncover the prince's wrongs and expose it to the sun."
"--wait"
Doran said sharply.
"It's going too smoothly. Even if you hide the evidence, there should be a better stash. I don't like that."
"It's cool. What kind of movie is it?"
"It's a spy movie I saw yesterday. The protagonist is really cool, like Mr. Avis."
Doran talks with excitement. She breaks the balance of the momentum and clashes her hands on the bookshelf.
The book that was pushed. Magical mechanism to activate.
From the back of the bookshelf was the door.
-A hidden room.
"Movies are a lie. I knew, I was."
"I can't even say that now.
The two carefully open the door.
A large amount of research material was lined up inside the 27 magic traps that were released.
"What material is it?"
"It seems that he was closely following the trends of all his brothers and sisters."
"Are you ready for the succession to the throne?"
"No, it's a bit different. It's like looking for a culprit."
Doran looks down at one document and takes a breath.
"'The shadow of someone who is not a human lurking in the palace', 'The replaced core of the evil god', 'The trace of a magical experiment that unites the evil god with the body and gains its power' ..."
"No way, the devil is"
"The first prince was aware of the situation and was looking for a criminal who tried to gain the power of the evil god."
Doran says.
"I'm afraid, the devil is aware of the investigation of the first prince. In this state, it will be a serious situation related to the survival of the country-"
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First Prince Berglord is not interested in human emotions.
I know that things change quickly, like the weather in the mountains.
I'm not interested in anyone.
So are your emotions.
All that matters to him is to actually solve what actually happens.
To that end, I've cut off unnecessary things-I was going.
The fact that someone sneaked into the basement of the palace and took away the sealed core of the god.
When I noticed it, it was intense emotion that drove Berglord.
(I must become king and protect this country)
The enemy has already sneaked into the palace.
Perhaps some power has fallen into the enemy's hands.
There is no shortage of aiming Rosenberge at this time in the succession to the throne.
The more people you have, the greater your risk of having your head slapped.
So Berglord struggled to strengthen himself.
Spend a large amount of private wealth and gather the best magicians.
If you have lost most of your assets, but you can protect your country with it, there is no problem.
"Let's cooperate in that case."
A completely different appearance of Berg Road even excuses Fine Silverstone.
"It was surprising. That you have that feeling."
"... I'm surprised."
"I think it's good. I don't hate it."
He drank the obtained banned drugs and abandoned his career as a magician.
With overwhelming power, they overrun everything and win the throne succession.
The back finger may be pointed.
You can be hated or despised.
So if you can protect this country-
Berglord also knows how to fight the third prince Crane.
We also evaluate.
Crane will have a better fighting power as a magician.
But there are still many ways to win.
Even worse, if you take banned drugs with the intention of abandoning everything, you will never lose.
"Why ... what's that, fucking big brother ...!"
Crane, folded into a doll, looks up at Berglord with angry eyes.
"You don't need to know"
Berglord fires a lightning needle to stab him.
However, the magic ceremony did not fire.
Berglord's right arm was missing.
(―――― !?)
An upset Berg Road.
There is no right arm.
The tip has disappeared from the shoulder.
At his feet, a mountain of salt just as large as his arm had fallen.
Sir: Don't you think that humans are stupid creatures? Desperately thinking about each other, but still suspicious and hurt. This is also the case with him. "I didn't realize I was myself."
"I'm sorry. I'm a demonic of discord. One of those obedient servants, the Six Demon Lords, sneaks into the hearts of people and seizes and reigns without even noticing the host."
The Demons of Discord open their closed eyes.
Do not turn around
In a moment, the bodies of the dolls instantly turned into salt mountains and fell.
"It is true that we have the power of the evil god."
"Well, uh ..."
"That's true. Yield, kneel down, and beg for our lives. Just like our predecessor."
"What do you say--"
"I was desperate to live to the end while being governed by my mind. I told my kids that I couldn't do anything. I was a stupid man."
My brother's body turns into a mountain of salt.
Standing calmly above it was a monster with a black goat's head.
There is only salt pile at my feet.
No matter how many chess or cards he won, he tried to rematch.
I thought she was a cute little brother.
I have never said it.
I can't say it anymore.
Berglord thinks that emotion is not needed.
It's only after you're over to the raging passions.
All you have to do is do one thing.
Defeat the monster in front of you with any hand.
In order not to take anything further.
To protect important things.
Last play ""
Berglord sticks an electric needle into his body.
The magic of Berg Road, which uses magic to manipulate the body and draw power away from humans.
Because the burden on the last play was too great, we used "" which was not used by others.
This magic, which forcibly manipulates complex mechanisms in the body, does not know if a magical safety device will function properly.
Berglord thinks it's okay.
Sequelae may remain.
You can never stand again.
This may be the last.
If you can stop this monster here! !
Do not turn around
At the moment, Berglord's body turns white.
Spread like smoke, mist and fall to the ground.
Only salt mountains remain.
An overwhelming force that makes no sense or determination.
There is no human being called Berglord anymore.
Only salt mountains remain.