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

The carriage was suspicious.

But few realized how suspicious it was.

The city of sawdust gets busy at night, and the flood of light rages on.

The number of people and carriages will increase... so much so that the carriages that drove down the streets and secretly entered the city at such a time will be buried.

Overlooking the city through a retrofit telescope, Everis was following it closely.

As she did so, Everis took out a long-distance call sign (Kohler) and placed it on her ear.

"Hello, princess?" I checked in.

Also check the chi (...) e (...) k (...) a (...) n (...) of the target. I'm going downstairs to prepare. "

All right.

How's it going over there?

Nice timing. Have you received the observation data from Assistant No.1?

It's time to expand the realm.

Roger that. By the time the princess finishes you, we'll be ready.

I'm talking to René, my daughter, who's sightseeing in the north of the Republic.

She is now in Tolja, in the north of the Republic, in a desperate attempt to avenge her death.

By the time Renée gets back from work, we'll be ready.

The town of Toukagura was bought by the government from the Whizdom Chamber of Commerce, and the land was rented out in pieces, and the buildings were sold in pieces.

That said, it was originally built by the Whizdom Chamber of Commerce. They know this city best. I don't know where to hide anything.

The Whizdom Chamber of Commerce is buying back the core infrastructure and other parts of the city that should be called the heart of the city... but that's suspicious.

Payment from the Whizdom Chamber of Commerce to the Nightmare Syndicate....

It's something to keep secret.

The Chamber gathered all the money for payment in one place, the safest way out of 'depositing in a bank'. Somewhere in the city of the cane.

I don't seem to be paying the full amount, but everything has to be done by the time the truth about the city is revealed. The Nightmare Syndicate hastened to the Whizdom Chamber of Commerce, and the amount of money that would be loaded up was increasing.

The exile of Siel-Teira aimed at it.

Now, this operation is the first stage of [Secret Head].

Uhhhh, I'm nervous

Tracy, who was preparing to install a disguised magic machine (artifact) in her bag so that it could be quickly folded and concealed, was lulled into exaggeration by the sound of her voice.

His current title in the Land of Siel-Teira is' Secret Head '.

Those who carry out intelligence and espionage activities... in short, they are in charge of spying.

That said, the organization is starting from scratch. The design is finished, the first candidate for subordinates has been accepted, and the educators have begun their education...... Now, there are people at a level that can be put into action.

There is still much to be done. That's why two top executives have to travel as a workforce when it comes to a grand operation to ensure the survival of the nation.

Even so, the first step was taken now. Tracy's undercover men will be joining us in this operation.

"I've been trying to make friends with a lot of people, and I've been helping each other sometimes, but I don't think I've ever used others to do my job."

"Yes, we have to use our men."

You are more incompetent than yourself, you fail than you are, and sometimes you have trouble communicating... you have to use such a subordinate.

But if we don't learn to leave it to them, the organization can't grow.

'1 +1' is not necessarily '2'. But if you don't add it, it'll stay '1' forever. "

"That's right."

That's what witches used to do with tens of millions of monsters, right?

Do you have any advice? "

"It's important to give up... I wonder."

The important thing is to forgive the failure, but don't let it happen again. After that, I'll quickly clean up the buttocks of my men. It's just me, isn't it? "

And after saying that, Everis added an excuse.

“This isn't about mercy or forgiveness, it's about ruthlessly seeking the highest efficiency in the organization.”

"I think it's simply gentle, Witch."

I wonder how you can kill people so easily. "

Is that so?

Everis looked surprised, but Tracy's words were worthless.

No matter how terrible she was, she did it with a smile, but Tracy's impressions didn't change even when she watched it from the sidelines.

I don't know where it is, but the fundamental part is strangely obvious. Should I say that the mysticism is clear and makes sense?

Not even the bone marrow is evil.

It seemed as if, at one time, it had been completed in its proper form as a person, but the essential part was missing.... I can tell you about Rene.

Of course, that was only Tracy's own impression.

It doesn't seem like it's something to go deeper and deeper.

Tracy still had a long way to go before she knew what it meant.



Later in the evening, the Tuda Royal Hotel's underground casino gets even busier.

The casino, with its suspicious and calm interiors in red and black, was filled with chips, spinning wheels, and cards cutting.

Casinos with a variety of gaming tables generally have no dirty, rough atmosphere associated with the word "casino".

Squirrels are not allowed, nor are dealers.

There is no such thing as selling my daughter even if she loses (... at least not directly).

No illegal drug dealers wander the halls, and customers are generally ladies and gentlemen rather than instant roughs. Rather, it makes you feel the atmosphere of a night out in a mansion somewhere.

In that sense, it was a very good casino.

At one of the casinos' roulette tables.

"Black"

A small, soft-looking hand pounds the chip.

The silver balls that were thrown on the wheel rolled into the black number 15 after rolling.

"What do you say? We win three times in a row."

The girl who was good at adjusting the seat high was about twelve years old when it came to human appearance.

... no, not a girl.

Round ears and a tiny but tight body. Even if she doesn't wander the underground tunnel with her axe, anyone who is careful will recognize her as a dwarf.

Dwarves, both men and women, are short and have a body that looks like a muscle mass. In addition, women stop growing at a young age (low-tien by human standards). I don't know if it has anything to do with that, but men and women have longer lives than humans.

Her long, light peachy hair with jade-like eyes.

Her name is Madrya Dadorvik, and she is wearing a crimson mini-dress with a deeply widened hem, like a flaming flower on the reverse side of the sky.

Her majestic and beautiful figure didn't make her feel that small, and it was something different in the casino hall.

"... um, Captain? Can we play in this place?"

Next to such a Madrid, there was a man who was different in another way.

He is around thirty years old. Such an old-fashioned and textured dark suit that looks like a republican official. His eyes are short and his hair is black, but he doesn't seem to be from the East.

Average height, overweight, too skinny to say, average stature.

With a free glass of alcohol, you can live with honesty and caution. In the meantime, he doesn't seem to have the courage to stand tall in this luxury hotel.

The man's name is Steve Crockford.

Madria narrowed her eyes with frustration at Steve's straightforward remarks.

"Do you know what this business trip is?"

"The Agency will provide the police mobile units in emerging cities with martial arts guidance..."

"I know why you're looking at me like that.

One or two days of special training won't make a difference!

Our boss (Ago Bearded Gorilla) just wants to accumulate a track record of "doing something" to the police station in this city. Organizational politics is what we have to give back because of our service.

One of the pawns for this is me. I can't stand it without two or three of these stupid business trips. "

In the Farya Republic, where there are no nobles, the police are responsible for criminal investigations and guarding carried out by the "Guards" organized by the lords in other countries.

They are police officers who serve in the police department of the Farya Republic.

If a talented person is trained, he becomes a superman who can match the power of Augur.

... of course, there are such superheroes in the criminal organization.

Sometimes I was driven out to kill monsters.

As a result, national police organizations need to have well-organized armed forces and even trained trump cards (Aces).

The "Mobile Security Division" to which they belong is the department that supervises such mobile police units.

Among them, Madria has a role as a teacher who teaches martial arts herself. However, if you want to describe it more accurately, it is closer to the actual situation that you have been given a proper job and killed by your shepherd.

Whatever you do, your job is your job, and that's why you're here in the city of cane.

“If you work under me, get used to how I do it.”

"In the first place, why can't you fight properly? I became your subordinate..."

"That's right. The top management thinks I'm the trash can for talent, and you're left behind."

Ughhhh

Steve shouted as if something had grabbed his throat at Madria, who was not dressed in her teeth.

It's fine. I only do tea and paperwork in my castle every day, so my salary and my old age are safe.

"There's only one big problem."

Oh, what?

"...... No, I'll stop saying that."

"I'm as discreet as ever." You don't have to be shy about [Yummy], do you? "

Steve twists his head with a bitter face against Madonna, who laughs mockingly.

"Ohhhh! Please stop talking about it!"

"Ufufufu... I was 30 years old then. I'm an adult in human terms.

I remember your words of serious love. 'I can't...'

"Oh, drink! Drink!"

Steve picked up the wine from the waiter who was just passing by, and he drank it all at once.

They were friends of childhood.

I mean, Steve thought he was a childhood friend.

Steve boy didn't know that his neighborhood sister, who sometimes played with him, was far older than him.

And... I never dreamed that I would be a late-blooming new national official at this age, and that there would be a (...) official, or a (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) she would be flying before.

"My body just grew bigger. I can't rely on a human man anymore."

"Uuuuu..."

Madria, who was only about the length of her chest, thrust her elbow, and Steve could only cover his face with a heavy sigh.

"Excuse me, may I look next to you?"

A voice is heard there.

There was a white-woody man, tall and slim, with pointed, high ears and green hair. He was an elf.

Speaking a human language with no accent at all, he wore a black tuxedo.

Elves are often seen in the stereotype of smart, sophisticated races, but when they wear formal clothes like this, they certainly look good.

Fine.

Madria responded lightly, and the elf man sat down beside them.

"I don't have to listen to you, but you're from the police?"

"That seems to be the case." Who are you? "

"I'm here to serve your wife." It's break time now.

... oh, excuse me. Then I'll be red. "

Encouraged by the dealer's gaze, the elves bet a chip on red.

Silver balls are thrown into the wheel and go round and round.

Are you from the forest?

When Steve asked in a casual way, the elves laughed rather than in a disgusting way.

"Haha, you're often asked... but the 'City Elf' is not specific to the Pharaoh's Republic."

I am from Jacmay, one of the eastern coastal countries of the continent (Pangea). There is no Elf Forest around here. Even the closest Gaisenfall Forest is quite far away.

As a child, I grew up with a father named Mori, so I don't know any forests, but I am an elf who has lived in human society. ”

I see, I'm sorry about this.

While the wheel was spinning a few times, the chattering elves talked nothing in particular and left after the chips were exhausted.

Steve stared at the slender back.

"... Captain. Isn't that suspicious, Elf?"

Why?

The silver balls of the wheel fell to red, and the chips of Madria, who was betting on black, were confiscated.