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

Hilberto was killed not only King Elbert, but all his brothers and sisters and most of his sons, leaving his own son unattended (although death has not been confirmed with clarity, it is regarded as already dead in the circumstances).

But the heir to the throne of Ciel-Teira is not gone.

Zislan · "Like Fire (Blaze)" · Ella Ciel-Teira.

The eldest son of King Elbert's second brother. From René's point of view, it hits my cousin, a young man in his mid-20s.

The two names "Blaze" were taken from a flaming redhead, but he is a quiet and intelligent person behind those two names given to him as a child.

All-backed hair, excellent forehead, always in a perfect suit, with mysteriously colored silver eyes shining behind the lower edge glasses.

The ladies of my age are all beautifully possessed of yellow voices.

The reason Zislan escaped Hilberto's Solemnity is simple. Because Hilberto was the same person who was harmless to humans and animals and had no ambition, whether he was there or not.

And most importantly, because the reputation of being an academic hobbyist who just punches into a dizzying discipline pervades the public, and Hilberto's avid supporters didn't even tell him to kill Zislan. He had acted as a patron of an academic organization, but had little else to take on the tabular stage as a political affairs.

Zislan's father was already ill and dead, and he would not be killed as one of them.

Zislan escaped the King's Capital first when "Princess Rose of Grievances” came upon him.

I didn't mind if they told me to back off. Because I can't do anything where I was anyway.

Zislan has surrendered to his mother's home, the Marquis Edfeld, after the fall of the King's capital, and now...

"Again, let me be clear. I will not be king of Ciel-Teira."

A stay in Zislan, a hall within the Marquis of Edfeld.

Sitting with his spine stretched out on the deep red couch, Zislan said clearly, looking straight back at Marks and Patrick, who had taken his feet.

Marks had plotted to hold Zislan as king and had repeatedly examined Zislan. But I have not received a good response.

The same thing happened again today.

"In the first place, the order of succession to the throne is not officially established in the royal canonical. Just saying that, as a rule, the man closest to blood had inherited it from the previous king and that the king and his lords had approved of it.

Another should be good about the throne if it is considered appropriate.

It would be better to hold the throne with the power it deserves than to focus on blood proximity at times like this. "

"But even when it comes to power. There won't be any heirs that can confront“ Princess Rose of Grief "in front of her. If so, this is right. The other day, I left Princess Rose of Grief, and there's nothing to be afraid of behind the Noakurio army."

"We're not talking only about martial arts and force. I am not in the king's vessel, I say."

There are no islands to attach.

What Zislan calls' not in vessels', I'm sure it is.

I can't expect much political (...) curative (...) arm (...) power (...) to wrap people up as kings to a delicate zislan with scholarly skin.

In addition, martial arts, magic, combat command...... none of which Zislan can say excellence, remain at the level of upbringing as a royalty.

It may still have been possible as a king in ordinary times, but it is not a vessel that can be king in this mayhem.

But more than that, Zislan hates the danger it poses to him.

What would happen if I raised my hand as king now?

Definitely the top priority for "Princess Rose of Grievances”.

Zislan doesn't say it clearly, but I guess it's first and foremost that he doesn't really want to be in danger of his life. No matter how many times Marks asked him in, Zislan kept refusing to be king.

But Patrick is here today.

"You're right, you don't."

Marks spoke to Patrick.

"Borderline Uncle...... No, should I call you General now?

As I said earlier, even if the kingdom of Noaculio were to be my back shield, I would not be willing to reach the throne. "

Zislan stabbed the nail so as to control the flight ahead.

Why did Marks bring Patrick, the general of 'Reinforcements'...

Normally, it means' be a puppet of Noaculio '.

Against the backdrop of Noakurio's force, it's not enough to be afraid of domestic opponents or anything, and we might be able to counter the "Princess Rose of Grievances".

Instead, it would be a very troublesome position politically. It's hard to imagine Zislan shaking his neck vertically.

But neither Marks nor Patrick were already willing to respect Zislan's will.

All we need is a sign called 'Succession to the Throne # 1'.

"... You said 'I have a hand to convince Zislan for sure,' but is that really a hand I can trust"

Marks whispers to Patrick in a half-hearted manner.

"Absolutely.

Instead, you say, 'I don't care what happens to him'... you don't have two words. "

Marks nodded deeply as Patrick said as a reminder.

"I'm mourning three men in battle with him. He was a stupid son... but no, I don't want to talk about this anymore.

We are aware that the stage of choosing the means has passed. "

If I wanted to protect this Siel-Teira, Marks thought I'd have to reconstitute the Royal Palace, or government, no matter what first. For that, I know it's a decoration, but I need a king.

I also have the idea that if I become the guardian of the new king, I will be able to take power in a good way. Same as when we got down to Hilberto as soon as possible.

Conveniently, Zislan's father has been around for a long time.

Now that the royal palace is gone, the wolf over the royal family is no longer a fatal problem...

Yes, Marks was thinking.

"What? What are you talking about?

Ignoring the surprise Zislan, Patrick called out to the door of the room.

"Come in."

The door opened like a demon's end.

What came into the room was an old woman dressed in white dyed by more than half red brown stains.

Bright white hair wrapped up in an up. Wrinkly face.

I'm poking my wand, but my footsteps are solid.

It's Morgana, a special technical adviser to the Noaculio army.

And she is followed by men in monk clothes with black headscarves hiding their faces.

The men, who have broken in with mechanical behavior so freaked out that they don't feel human (carrot) flavor, surround the zislane sitting on the couch, silently.

"What...!

The men in the headscarf grabbed Zislan's hands and feet and restrained him.

"All right, you're a good boy. I'm scared."

Morgana smiled gently as she peered into Zislan's face trying to swing.

"Soon you won't feel any pain or fear."

Morgana's white coat showed more red stains.

"Marquis Edfeld, the Crown Prince?

"Yes. Get the rear shield of the kingdom of Noaculio. The Marquis originally had a deep edge on Noaculio.

Furthermore, through El Minio, I think I can make a connection to the Holy Kingdom of Diletta. Situationally, even Diletta should want to talk, and then there should be a route of communication. "

Tracy pukes at Rene's question with a very unpleasant look of agony and everything.

It is Rene and Evelis, and Tracy, who surround the table in the Operations Command Room, where a cool designed teacup with bones of what (...) or (...), Evelis's personal belongings, is placed before the three of them, with a mysterious cup of tea standing in the hot air.

"Thanks for the tip, Tracy."

"And ho. My mouth moves at will! I don't know how many people will die because of me!

Tracy with a honey-colored head.

His chest is embedded with the 'slave nucleus' developed by Evelis. A magic item that has the same effect as a slave collar, it's a new chip type that embeds itself in your body like a heart pacemaker.

There seems to have been a bracelet or choker proposal, but they eventually made it because it could come off in heavy combat.

Tracy, tied to her actions in a contractual statement, cannot defy Rene or hide anything. When they say, "Tell me everything you know," you drool all the information you know.

"Marquis Edfeld was supposed to be a Hilberto, wasn't he?

I wonder if that's the movement that drew the flow. "

"Of course. It seems that the Marquis is carrying some of the old Hilberto lords in this move. So we're talking about Noakurio entanglement.

Besides, the Hordes, who were critical of Hilberto II, were even considered for territorial confiscation. There is also a geographical problem that there were more dissidents on the west side and more Hilbertos on the east side than in the Wang capital, and I don't suppose this ditch will ever be filled again. "

I mean, a degraded copy of what Hilberto tried to do, and the Marquis Edfeld is trying to be.

Now that the country has collapsed, you won't be able to live without rebuilding it, and I know what it's like to fear René and want to be swayed by the military might of the Legion.

But what happens as a result? If Ciel-Teira were rebuilt by the command of Marquis Edfeld, Noaculio and possibly Diletta would suck sweet juice as de facto patriarchs, and the old Hilberto lords would wield power while maintaining their courtship without being convicted by public opinion.

"Death penalty."

"I knew...

Princess, please don't slaughter too many innocent people for the peace of mind of me -!

"Pray as much as you can."

"Ugh...... Despair (Fruit Candy)"

"You like that?

Tracy's attitude, which also appears to have been deceiving, seems certain that Rene doesn't feel comfortable according to the emotional information he reads.

Many adventurers with a strong outlaw temperament sell or abandon others if they want to survive. Tracy's attitude to concern herself with the cheapness of unrelated people in that was something that fell into a relatively good category.

"So, what is that holy beast?

"I don't even know that. All I know is that the Marquis was trying to bring in the Noaculio army. Diretta's not supposed to be out yet."

Tracy also answers in a confused manner.

I even grabbed Tracy for Zislan's support, but even he doesn't know about the Holy Beast.

"Creepy. It's a floating element of where those holy beasts sprung from."

"You can't help thinking about it. Perhaps we should gather information."

"I agree, it's my job."

"Wow, it's your job. Haha."

Tracy stuck to her desk with a dry laugh.