Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

Passed the Ultra Hardship Test! The face of a genius girl is approaching. "" Countess of Tragedy, Second Life "" The vibrant receptionist debut! "" Scholar Face Loss!? Genius Receptionist Catherine Arklight. Nice work. ……

A giant gear peeking into his face from a gap in the wall looked down on Wilfred.

On a large desk is a newspaper or magazine back number.

Just looking at the headline makes Wilfred feel a little fed up.

But I can't say bad because I'm here fishing for these articles because I'm interested in Wilfred in the middle of the day.

Wilfred was visiting the Rudolf Memorial Library.

It houses not only books, but also back issues of newspapers and magazines published within the Federation. I came to see it.

About two years ago, I was looking for an article about a time when this Sactamburg was obsessed with Catherine.

I wonder if I can get to the bottom of her situation at least a little.

As far as Wilfred is concerned, Catherine's reputation stands in contrast to that of the adventurers.

Her adventurers and those involved in her work are paralyzed by divine excellence and meticulous attention and even awe. Wilfred, too.

However, the other adventurers had a vague and negative impression.

Excellent though. I think you put your head on your nose. "

I'm sure you're the aristocrat of Siel-Teira. You look arrogant. "

I hear about bad personality. The other day.... "

"Early on her appointment, there was talk of a political transition (Toba) between herself and the receptionist."

The reason I don't like it is because I don't remember the rumors I heard from anyone, or because I read a three-sentence article somewhere.

Or just jealousy and prejudice against her for carrying a magnificent sign. You resent her as an outlaw adventurer and a former aristocrat....

But Wilfred didn't know how to respond to such vague negative impressions.

In fact, Catherine is very good. But Wilfred doesn't know much more than that. It's hard to defend something you don't know.

That's why Wilfred glittered with a matrix of painful characters, but he didn't get a match that looked like a result.

--Certainly, these articles lift Catherine... but everyone just imagines and compliments herself. What kind of person is Catherine? I'm not really seeing that....

Wilfred thought it was a bad story.

She's just licking her top background, imagining herself in her heart, flavoring herself like she likes and making noise.

However, it seems to have happened because Catherine hasn't even tried to stand on the stage because of this.

The other day, when I met Catherine in this library, she told me about the "Vengeful Rose Princess."

I don't know how to describe that figure, even though it seems horrible. What is in her mind?

The pile of paper has not even yielded a clue of a shard to grasp it.

When I was obsessed and kept splitting into the tree sea of letters, and I was so tired that I lost focus.

Beyond the small windows that were already closed, Wilfred became cool as he was struck by a dazzling hunger.

I wonder what this means for Catherine.

"Shit... what are you doing, I'm..."

With a sigh of sigh, Wilfred starts collecting the expanded material.

Catherine seemed to be in deep misunderstanding and malice. It is pitiful and unbearable.

That's why Wilfred wanted confirmation that others could see it objectively.

That Catherine is a respectable person.

However, how much paper bundle she stacked up makes her heart as if it were a treasure chest locked many times.

That was terrible for Wilfred.

"... uhh!?

Wilfred walked with a bundle of materials, and his voice blanketly shouted, just as the person he was thinking of was in the reading space beside the aisle.

Catherine, wearing a blazer uniform from an Alliance employee, was stacking files and books on her desk, as she did the other day.

"Oh, Mr. Wilfred. Is something wrong?

Catherine immediately noticed Wilfred and confessed with a perfect smile like a painting.

"No, well... I'm surprised. Were you off duty today?

"It's not off-duty, but I was wondering, so I stopped by on my way home."

Wilfred turned his back to avoid seeing the materials in his possession and pushed them against the passing maid librarian golem to give them the chip. Cleaning up the books you read is basically up to you, but you can also ask the librarian golem (which requires a chip as an implicit rule).

Golem nodded without expression and took the materials away.

Luckily, Catherine didn't want to wonder what Wilfred was doing.

While looking at Wilfred, his hand writes down some notes. I'd like to make a note of what I thought before I forget.

Loaded books are academic books on the ecology of monsters. And what she was opening was a scientific journal with the latest papers.

"Are you living like this all the time?"

"What is this?

"Learn to scrape yourself all the time away from work."

"I can't believe you're scraping yourself. Me too....."

Catherine's hand stopped while she was searching for words.

"... to be honest, I hardly go outside my home, my workplace, my library, my shopping district and my hospital."

I knew it.

Catherine smiled.

But it's light.

She takes her present life for granted... the days of shaving herself. Or do you not think it is bitter because you think that the monks should only do what they do so that they suffer from noble beliefs?

Heterogeneous.

A flame unbearable to ordinary people is driving her.

Catherine was twice caught up in a major battle during the turmoil in which the country broke down, and she was once alive (to that extent, she also grabbed the newspapers).

Catherine doesn't tell much about what happened there, but something must have happened that changed her.

Wilfred was saved by Samurai the Nothingness, just like the battle of Wesara.

But I wonder if that's why we need to push this far.

It's as if she's a golem that keeps moving just for her purpose. It also looks like you're about to quit.

Samurai pride lies in the path of men… Wilfred was taught that by his two masters.

When I sharpened myself and sharpened myself as if I had abandoned being a person, it became like a wave of katana, and it was nothing but oni, not samurai.

Suppose that's who Wilfred is afraid of. What if that's why she's distracted?

"Um....

Could you give me a moment? "

Wilfred tried to jump out of Kiyomizu (the legendary cliff of the end of the world, passed down to the Far East).

Like a meteor, a steam truck sprays waste steam while pulling the tail of light.

The city of Sactamburg is generally staircased towards the south, with a pile of dish-shaped urban areas.

There are several semi-circular roads "Rim Bridges" extending out to the south, which connect the "plates" of the same level, or are diagonal roads leading to the upper and lower levels.

Even at night, Rim Bridge traffic is now high, with brass pigs roaming through the wind.

The two were walking along a lower communication corridor by the road, as if suspended.

"Isn't this rim bridge off-limits to steam cars?!

I didn't mean it!

However, for a while, monsters appeared here one after the other, and the Adventurers and Alliance officials were allowed to tune into the communication corridor at any time! You can't make it to the bureau every time you go around!

It hasn't been withdrawn yet! They're letting it in legally!

I heard from you too! They say a free man is reading the records in the hall and taking the back!

They yell at the sound of the wind and the locomotive sound of the steam truck passing by.

Walking for a while.

They climbed a short, bony staircase and reached a small room like a bird's nest with an apologetic windshield by the side of the road.

"Here we are."

"Woah....!

Catherine cheered.

Flooding in the dark at night is more dazzling than galaxies.

It is slightly colored from a pure white one. From squares with windows cut through to holographic ads projected in the air.

There was a night view like mosaic tile art, and a shining tree that penetrated the heavens and the earth.

The Rim Bridge, which stretches out in front of the city of Sactamburg, is a position where, depending on the location, the whole city can be viewed from an overhead view.

Among them, the view from here is secretly reputable as the most beautiful.

Normally, you can only see it through the rim bridge in a steam car, but you can watch it carefully from this communication corridor, which is off-limits to the general public.

"Who knows, it's the most beautiful place in the city at night.

There's also an observatory for the general public, but it's actually better here. "

"I didn't know there was such a place...."

"That would be a waste. If you're in Sactamburg, you should come once. If I wasn't a member of the guild, I wouldn't have let it in."

Wilfred himself was just taught to do this by a senior adventurer, but he's really good at it.

I was relieved by Catherine's pleasure.

Wilfred remembered and invited Catherine to this place.

I wanted you to be impressed by the magnificence of this mythical scene. I wanted to think that she was also a person.

"... there are so many lights, and only a few of them do it."

Exactly.

Even this place is bright by the light emitted from the city.

Catherine's flanking face, which was blurry, was as solemn as if she had put a great thing forward.

Wilfred just thought it was "beautiful" when he saw the scenery, but he didn't think so much about it.

"Two million cities, Sactamburg... twice the size of the former Siel-Teira and 50 times the size of the Earl of Keeley live in this huge city...

But even with this crowd, it's only a fraction of the 80 million federal citizens, and even a fraction of the world's population.

I should have known by the numbers, but when I looked at it with my own eyes, I kind of... "

There are so many people here.

Catherine felt like she was murmuring in her mouth.

Wilfred couldn't understand what it meant, but I felt that Catherine's expression was soft. That's all I know.

"Thank you, Mr. Wilfred.

It feels like the mist has cleared up unexpectedly. "

"Hey, hey, I was just wondering if I could change my mood."

Catherine thanked with a heartfelt smile, not for work or socialization.

Her expression was dazzling beyond Wilfred's ability to stand tall with distant night scenery.

What did she see and feel from this night view?

Wilfred went on a little tour to see if he should ask.

Maybe it's about an area you shouldn't step into. But it's an opportunity to find out something about her that I didn't even know I'd been in the library all day.

It was then that Wilfred tried to talk about the question.

One of the steam cars that was running on the Rim Bridge suddenly stopped by the two of them.

Then a man comes down from the rear seat.

"Whoa, when I saw the face I was looking for, I came out of nowhere....

I wonder if this guy was an intruder?

a black coat-like garment with a sacred crest on its chest. A sword with two hips.

What jumped out of the unusually short sleeves were the beautifully functioning arms, as seen in the elemental body of the man-shaped golem, with steel and brass as the joints.

The man scratches his black hair with a brass hand and lifts the edge of his mouth to smile with tannins and brown eyes, even though he looks well.

The sudden encounter, too unexpected, prevented Wilfred from moving as frozen, but his heart burst into flames.

Wilfred knows his face. He is one of the men I admire.

"Second Knight Commander... no, uh, now...

Bertiel Lagerbeck, Knights of the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Western Ayursa, "Machine Arm"!