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

It seems like a divisive ruin, the maneuver of the Siel-Teira extermination.....

But it certainly spread a great ripple in the Pharaoh's Republic.

The monsters and military experts discussed what the exile would do next, and the drinkers and the people in the cup of coffee (the coffee house) shared.

However, there was some other sense of personnel there. There's been a disturbance, but it's not going to kill the public indiscriminately.

The exception is the case of the entire population of the city of Tolja, but the story is not spread because the parties are almost dead.

The republican government learned of the situation from just two survivors, but as a result made a rhetorical decision regarding the truth of the case. In addition, the people involved in the death of Siel-Teira were silent, so the general public did not even know about the involvement of the "Princess of Roses in Prison" in the case of Tolja.

... well, if I had known the circumstances, it would seem that the target was special.

Stuck, for most Republic citizens, this was a fun show.

Your daily routine turns into an extraordinary stage like a visionary play.

The excitement and enthusiasm were beginning to swirl into society.

But the government... especially the police can't stay here.

Any act that disturbs the social order and violates the law, whoever did it for what, must be cracked down on.

I can't read the next action of Siel-Teira's exile, who works in vain, but the only thing that has been foretold is that he will aim at the gold underneath the cane again.

Inevitably, the primary goal is to stop it. If we fail to stop the crimes we have been told to commit in advance, the prestige of the government and the police will collapse and the country will shake.

Defending the gold itself was also a critical goal. After all, it is enough to make a city.

The government is already pressing for compensation from the Chamber of Commerce, which bought the land use rights and buildings in Cucumber. If we can't collect the gold from the Whizdom Chamber of Commerce, the Treasury will shed tears of blood.

With the world getting noisy, the police were preparing to protect the gold coins.

And the meeting started from scratch.

“It's easy to talk about. You can empty the cane right now. Then we will be able to fully fight.

It's a city that's going to be worthless anyway, isn't it?

Abominable curses and evil creatures can be burned in the flames of God. "

Coming to the conference room in an intimidating holy garment decorated with gold thread on a white background, the man said so as a matter of course, making the streets lined up.

"Holy Rabbit" "Moon Eater".

The most powerful (...) evil (...) combat unit on the planet, attached to the central shrine of the Diretta Holy Kingdom. The agents of divine punishment.

One of them is Jumarre, who is in the position of a [preceptor].

Race is human. Age is in his late thirties... He has lived longer. The blonde blonde who admired the radiance of the heavens was a testament to the fact that his body was invaded by the battle crest (stigma) by repeated battles.

The Moon Eater has just over a hundred fighters.

It has transformed the world, sometimes stationed itself as a defender, and dealt with sinister threats that are difficult for adventurers to deal with.

Especially in a country as large as the Five Great Powers, there were always evil incidents happening somewhere, and the Moon Eater militants (apart from the Kenneth Empire, where Diletta was not close to the Holy Kingdom) were stationed.

Jumarre is the head of the Five stationed in the Republic of Farya.

If we were to respond to the plot of the Siel-Tayra extermination, we would have no choice but to resort to the help of the Moon Eater.

That's why they called me, but the police sighed and greeted Jumarre.

"First of all, I'd like to share the big premise."

Killing the Princess of Prison of Resentment and other people involved is only a means to be taken if it is necessary for the purpose. Our aim is, first and foremost, to avoid harm to our citizens.

This includes not only life but also wealth, and we must protect the ruined gold and the city of the cane as much as we can. ”

A big black-skinned man with a rugged muscle whose suit is about to be cut off, said to include it by chewing.

Storing his beard on a bun, he looked like a dwarf, but as his upper back showed, he was not a dwarf, but a human being.

Ozlo Gomez, Chief of the Mobile Security Division. He is the strongest man in the Farayya Republic Police, also known as "Chinchilla Gorilla" by his subordinates.

"In particular, if we can't protect and recover the gold, it will be a great blow to the republic."

"It's shallow..."

When a man dies, he is reincarnated as a red man. But what an ugly thing to be obsessed with the goods of this life than to serve God. "

In response to Ozlo's words, Jumarre shook his head with a bitter face.

It seemed ironic. He is serious.

Jumarre was as pure as a child. And he was such a man who looked at things like the Moon Eater.

They believe that they are absolutely right. For his righteousness is the righteousness of God.

For secular people, the Moon Eater is sometimes more alien than a monster.

In contrast, Oslo also had the power as an individual, but he also knew the complexity of society and the art of moving it, knowing the politics inside and outside the organization.

Ozlo no longer expected a constructive discussion with Jumarre, and he wanted to talk to the stinking guys in Diletta and figure out how to control Jumarre. They are well aware of the secular world.

Even though his head was shoddy, Jumarre was still the pawn he needed to thwart the plan of the Ciel-Teira Empire. The owner must carry the chain firmly so that the Holy Rabbit can play its part.

“How long does it take to purify the underground?”

Jumarre answered Ozlo's question without concealing his frustration.

"If you want to destroy it, do it now."

... if you don't do that, you'll have to wait for the [Cup of Tears] to be dispatched. It will take seven days to arrive, perhaps. "

Jumarre has already confirmed the status of the vinegar basement.

On top of that, Oslo also believed in his opinion as an expert.

If that group of gold is cleansed, we can move them as many as we want.

Until then, the monsters will definitely aim for the gold.

The Republic Police must stop it at all costs.



The most prosperous city in the Farya Republic is the "commercial capital", Stellwed City, but the original capital is the city with a concentration of political functions, Liatille Ture City.

After the meeting at the police station, when Jumarre returned home, it was already dark outside, with street lights illuminating a city made of stone and iron.

Speaking of political cities, entertainment is provided for those who work there.

Listening to the bustle of the tavern, Jumarre was so frustrated that he could neither stay nor stand.

--The secular people are equal to monkeys!!

There are now more than 400 million people in the world who control most of the earth! If only this man truly understood God's teachings and fought evil, he would immediately perish every evil god!

But that's not how it works! It's because the seculars are corrupting!!

Jumarre is often involved in discussions with government agencies, etc., from a position of position.

Each time, Jumarre felt something in the world and was disappointed.

No matter how much you fight, the world won't change anything.

Perishable and perishable are evil manifestations, and man hangs only in the pleasure before his eyes.

Then how meaningful is your battle? It did not become the sword of God because of a world of rotten fruits.

Sometimes Jumarre felt as fierce anger toward the world as he did toward evil.

When I walked to escape from the busyness, the area gradually became dim and quiet.

The dormitory is also currently open.

Jumarre stopped as he tried to cross the already sealed main entrance to the Grand Shrine of L'Artille.

On the stone steps leading to the door of the temple was the figure of a kneeling man.

It was a modestly dressed girl.

A 10-year-old girl who is characterized by a long three-ply braid.

Under the lights that illuminated the front of the temple, she hung her head toward the temple without moving like a stone, clasping her hands hard.

The figure of a young girl praying unrestfully at the end of the year seemed to be a sight to be washed in her heart, and she sighed with emotion.

But Jumarre quickly returned to me.

No matter how safe L'Artille City is, it's not a good idea for a girl of this age to walk alone at night.

"... if, young lady, you could offer your prayers alone at a time like this..."

What kind of trials are you facing?

If you will, I will be the ear of the gods. "

The girl raised her head as Jumarre called out.

A girl with black hair and black eyes who had burned on the sun in a healthy way had a somewhat oriental atmosphere.

A dazzling gaze was directed at Jumarre.

"Will you listen to me, guru?"

“Yes, and I'll take you home.”

Jumarre takes the girl's hand and makes her stand up.

I wouldn't aim for her if I saw Jumarre pull away from any villain.

However, the girl's face became cloudy and her eyes fell down.

"I can't go home..."

Sadly, she murmured.

"It's your fault."

It was a momentary event.

Feeling the uplifting evil, Jumarre turned away in a reflexive manner.

The crimson sword flash slashed from her left chest to her shoulders.

If you're an adult, you'll surely die!

The half-crushed heart still holds the power of justice bestowed on the Moon Eater fighters... by the battle crest (stigma) that lies beneath them.

--This evil...!? Did you mean that I and the others didn't notice!?

He stomped and stepped back, but Jumarre stood still and stood his holy sword on his waist.

Her left arm was stuck, and the wound on her shoulder was unpleasantly throbbing with evil.

I can no longer feel the faint dust that leaks from the temple.

There was a swirl of evil around it, as if it had jumped into the demon's mouth. With countless battles against evil, Jumarre still has such terrible sincerity that he remembers the chill.

At the center of it was a girl.

A crimson sword sharpened in her hand like a jewel.

The black and long trio of braids dissolves into a silver glow, and their eyes also turn to a frozen snowy color.

There was a rose of human blood floating in the skirt part of the simple dress.

"...... Princess Rose in Prison of Resentment"......! "

"It doesn't make sense anyway." Let's talk about it with blood and a blade. "