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

The headquarters of the Thomann Chamber of Commerce was located in one of the most prestigious commercial areas in Wesara.

Holger, who is involved in commerce as an official in the Duke of Gerald's territory, came to Ulrich Thomann, head of the Thomann Chamber of Commerce, just as Ulrich was taking a break and eating fat baked sweets in a large office reception space.

"Dear Thomann, it's been a long time. Hasn't it been about 70 hours?"

"Oh. I think I've been looking at your face better than my wife has lately."

The two grin at ease and shake hands.

Both are in their mid-40s. Ulrich has a contrasting appearance with a holger in blue-black official clothing, which is a testament to officials, and a stunt known as a 'pig' for any first-person child dressed in bright red and luxurious clothing. Nervous looking holger and luxurious looking (also called insensitive) Ulrich, but thank goodness the horses fit in, and the two were intentionally at work through their tempers.

So, did you get a nice response?

"Yes, they want to talk."

"I appreciate that! This is also due to the Duke and you and... no, more than anything else, to His Majesty the New King!

Ulrich tried to hit his knee, pulling his own belly out by mistake.

The Thomann Chamber of Commerce is primarily a trader who exports and imports some. Some of the products handled include the eyeball product Gracerm, which Ciel-Teira prides itself on.

Until now, Grasselm had bought from the mine at the same price as the State had told him, and had only exported to the Federation at the same price as the State had told him (i.e., as the Federation had told him).

How unfair that price was! I'm supposed to be handling super luxury goods with your permission. The money was a sparrow tear. I can't eat rice just because of the honor of 'merchants enough to let me handle Grasselm'.

But those days of humiliation were finally coming to an end.

With the new king standing, Grasselm's handling is about to change.

The Duke of Gerald also has connections to Noaculio and Dilletta, and is in the process of adjusting as a territory to develop the sales channels of Grasselm. Ulrich often had meetings with Holger these days.

Ulrich will be able to sell Grasselm outside the Federation if it stays that way.

Look at Zama, I thought. The rushed faces of the federated snugglers, who have been buying Grasselm, come to my attention. We can no longer wait to argue that the Federation is looking down on Siel-Teira as a country, but even the federal licensed merchants who buy Grasselm looked at Ulrich as if he were their youngest or something. That's what Ulrich couldn't stand.

Ulrich, of course, knows Grasselm's book (...) the (...) value (...) step (...) of this (...). What would happen if I sold it to Noaculio at the price that I should have Gracerm? Doing a little more money to the mine should keep Ulrich's nostalgia unparalleled!

I'm going to drool just thinking about it. Dropped.

... Ulrich believed that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and beyond, Grasselm could be bought from the mine just as it is today, but he still does not know that the four powers demand the management of the Grasselm mine.

And after all, he still doesn't know that it's an unlimited unlikely situation to be able to live and welcome tomorrow morning in the first place.

"Speaking of which, I hear the Duke is gathering soldiers."

"... Yep"

Holger let his eyes swim as Ulrich cut out in public discourse.

Ulrich laughs when he sees the reaction.

Even children know that the Duke is gathering soldiers because the city is in this situation, but Ulrich even guesses the circumstances behind it.

"Is it true that this is the only story that still escapes?

"It's..."

"Don't tell me, don't tell anyone! So why don't you tell me?"

When Ulrich shook his head, the meat around his bumpy neck snapped.

Information that the general public would not know if they were as merchants as Ulrich would also come from somewhere in their ears.

He had also heard stories of "Princess Rose of Grievances”, who should have been crusaded by the First Knights in the Wang capital, fleeing. And I know why the state wants to hide it.

So if you let the named monsters raging in the king's capital get away with what the daughter of the former king undead too, it would be a great failure for the Knights, whose job it is to protect the people, and a miso for the new regime. Rumors that destabilize Hilberto II's reign, which the regime has just transitioned to, and cannot be said to be, a cornerstone, are not preferable to the city well.

"Rest assured, I know the likeness of the king's capital that day. Even if the Knights let them get away with it, I don't think they did it. I'd rather say you did well."

"Ha..."

"The square is already filled with people like we stuffed the trolley with stones! Everyone was screaming, 'Kill him! Death to the traitor!' Oh.

It was the two of us who were decapitated that day, but first the mother would be more carried and decapitated. And then my daughter came... and I thought the guillotine had fallen apart, and I had a severed neck and it came up in the universe.

I'm surprised! But from there, he used strange magic to kill the people he gathered together!

Well, that's enough fuss. Everyone will rush away. It's like an avalanche! I ran away in a hurry, too. In the meantime, he uses magic... "

Ulrich was here recently telling this story to everyone he meets. The day of his execution, he came to King's Landing for work.

Ulrich was very good at this story because everyone listens. Even if it was simply a product of luck that helped, there is no doubt that survival from that great event is a martial arts tradition that attracts the ears of those who listen. Anyway, it's a party story, so it's more powerful than listening to a bard, full of vivid reality.

"... I saw the city and walked after the noise subsided, but it's terrible. The township of the beautiful Wang capital (Teiraluale) was doomed. This is how the building is collectively broken. People pile up and fall..."

Holger had already heard this story about five times, but no matter how many times he heard it, whether it was funny or he cared about Ulrich, at least he didn't show a reluctant bareback.

"We've got all those monsters against us, at least we've got to repel them. The Knights should say they did their job.

...... yeah? What were you talking about?

"Uh, about the Duke collecting soldiers..."

"Oh, yeah, that's it!

"It's not wrong to take action against him. The village in the realm was attacked by a herd of undead, but the Duke seems to think he has a shadow behind him."

"Hmm, I guess so. Then I wonder if this is the end of him. Bu-ha-ha!

'Kahahaha!' And Ulrich, who intended to laugh joyfully, but was grinning like he was interrupted and crushed by the flesh of his face.

"At that time, all of a sudden he appeared in the middle of the city and was ravaged, but, well, twice or three times. If it damages you, The Knights of the Royal Palace and the Adventurers will come out, and the Duke's soldiers are strong. Now His Majesty will pay the shadow of the former king from Siel-Teira. Pests can only be eliminated early!

"Yeah. I'm sure it'll work."

"And it brings great prosperity."

The two laugh at the garlic with thoughts on the glorious days of Ciel-Teira that will begin.

"It's all because of the interruption between His Majesty and the Duke. It doesn't matter how much I appreciate it.

In exchange for that, the Fool's Predecessor!... That happened to the last one, but it was like a chest soaking thought for those guys to be decapitated.

Well, if you ask me, you've given me condolences for the hundreds and thousands of gold coins killed by the Federation. This makes my country and my Chamber of Commerce cheap.

Under the tomb, the family of lords will enjoy the company even with slime tea of the Confederate specialty. Bu-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Slime tea, by the way, is often served to meetup in a federal ethnical joke, and is' something like a drink ', which is also treated by the locals as a ghetto (some people continue to drink hard claiming it has a drug effect, but many alchemists deny the drug effect).

"Ha..."

He was a holger who was followed and laughed, but the laughter snapped.

Boom.

The headquarters of the Thomann Chamber of Commerce rocked, as robust as a fort.

Holger was crashing from the couch to the floor, making a whole bunch of blood.

The magic of the explosion broke the exterior wall, the hallway and the room wall, and it took Ulrich about 10 seconds to realize that the debris that flew in as its aftermath hit Holger directly in the head and (...) and (...) in half (...) minutes (...).

"... I was right"

"Hi?"

There was a cold, burning girl's voice from beyond the earthly smoke that could stand up any longer.

"I'm still overflowing with these guys... I can't sleep in peace..."

Katoon, and the sound of a shoe honking the stone floor high.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!?

Ulrich screamed in disguise as he wrapped himself around the back of the couch.

The one who broke into the room was a girl with no neck wearing a white dress depicting a rose of blood on the skirt area.

On your right hand is a red sword like a shredded gem.

On my left hand is my own head. Silver hair was as beautiful as shine, but an unusual face was less of an expression of anger. Silver eyes are filled with cold, glowing intentions to kill like a frozen lake.

The monster was there that day, as if it had jumped out of Ulrich's story.

"I'm a little bored right now. Because I'm in the middle of a subcontract job.

So, I thought about a good thing. Play games with me. "