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

The two swords that are struck play a fierce investigation.

The lighting of the magic lamp embedded in the ceiling shines brilliantly and pays off the darkness at night. In a spacious earth-shaped dojo, two men were slashing knots.

One, a man who made up for his lost arm with a demonic machine (artifact) like a metal frame. In addition to the dark hair that should be in order but looks inert, I now even grow a genuine inert beard. Second Knight Commander, Bertil Lagerbeck.

Bertil is already nearly forty years old, too, but his opponent, who slashes and ties more than each other across from him, was close to old age. Skin head with its own shaved up bald head. Hot air rises from the naked upper body composed of rocky muscles.

Slashing each other like a towing match that never ends eventually ends abruptly.

That's a slight shake that you won't notice unless it's the people you're fighting for.

Bertil disfigured. Old man stepping in. Bertil chose to fight back rather than rebuild. Staggering silver light. And.

Kin, the examination of the sword trident was tied by a clear sound.

The sword that flew out of Bertil's hand slipped through the ground as it rotated, stopping at Khaya's feet watching the battle on the wall.

To Bertil, who lost his sword, the old man laughs low.

"Well, I'll do it with one arm."

"Aren't seniors the ones who faded"

"Pull it out! I've decided to wave my sword until the day I die. Can you fade and wait!

The old man laughed lavishly as he wiped his body with a hand tug.

This old man is the previous Second Knight Commander, Alfio Jairas Aleotti.

Unlike Lawrence and Bertil, who are out of the civilian population, he was the eldest son of the court aristocrat Marquis Aleotti, but he is an irresistible swordsman idiot, relying solely on his own arm to join the Knights of the Royal Palace and let his brother inherit the housekeeper, a considerable stranger who, after his retirement, opens a swordsmanship dojo in the city of Taylakaine.

The two, who spoke with their swords to reunite, sit side by side on the bench between the walls.

"Doctor! Tea..."

"Put it there."

One of Alfio's inner disciples brought the tea and placed it between them in a frightened manner.

Slightly describing the classic process leading up to becoming a knight, he learns how to work in other houses as a primary surname (Paige) from among the children, followed by an obedient knight (Esquire) … which means taking care of other knights as apprentice knights and eventually being recited as a one-serving knight.

It's just that if a person born in a knight's house becomes a knight. Growers and a generation of knights from the civilian population are not normally educated like that and suddenly become knights.

At that time, it was the open swordsmanship dojo of a retired knight in Ciel-Teira that would become a classroom to learn to cultivate as a knight, even to the extent of a burning blade.

"Thank you, step back"

"Yes!"

My inner apprentice was just about the age of adulthood and was a clean boy.

Looking nervous, he replies well and falls back. Apparently he had been decided to join the Knights of the Royal Palace. Because of that, he seemed to be beefy in front of his coveted presence, the current Knights Commander (Bertil) and the former Knights Commander (Alfio).

"Has she lost her place?"

"Right....... why don't you fight harder!

"I don't know what to say."

Bertil glanced at me for a cup of tea that almost only felt bitter.

It is the Ciel-Teira stream that mixes and drinks the preferred amount of honey, but Bertil drinks up a bitter cup of tea without worrying about it.

"I've heard about yesterday's incident. I hear the knight's been hit."

Cut out so Alfio can put in an exploration.

Now the city of Taylakaine was held hostage by rumors of last night's incident.

"Yep... six of the knights assembled under the castle were raided the inn where they were staying.

They say all six knights were killed, and the body of one of them was so damaged that it was indistinguishable. "

Although he said so with his mouth, Bertil was uncomfortable.

There is no doubt that this raid was caused by René. But if so, what for?

Indeed, they are knights serving the Marquis Edfeld, who gave to the coup. It's not strange to be Rene's target...

"'Yes,' or 'Apparently', it's not clear."

"I only know about the rumors that run through the city."

"Oh, my God, you're gonna be a decoration."

Bertil had no choice but to respond to Alfio's rhetoric without clothes on his teeth with a bitter smile.

"What do you think of His Highness Zislan?"

"Oh, His Highness Zislan? Marks' guy, he tried to pull me out the other day to help convince His Highness.

Rumor has it, Your Highness will be the Crown Prince. Daimyo, I guess Marks went out of his way to spread the rumors.

Well, if His Highness is going to happen of his own free will, I have nothing else to say.... I don't care. "

As an expression of frustration, Alfio waves his sword as he sits.

On the ground of the dojo, a thin crack entered under sword pressure.

Bertil is going to have some understanding of Alfio's temperament as the former Knights Commander.

It is a masterpiece of warrior thought that honors "what reason makes sense". But for this reason, he is also a man who has moved on only to the sword and distanced himself from politics by giving up that he would not be able to do anything about politics.

Bertil thought, wouldn't you give me a hug because I'm such an Alfio?

"Senior. Could you just listen to my thoughts for a moment? I've been thinking about the desired future."

"Hmm... say it"

Bertil revealed his thoughts to Alfio.

Putting together people who were anti-coups and people with deep ties to the Confederation, and making the middlemen look good.

To have a different crown prince than Zislan.

And to be a federal state.

While listening, Alfio was throwing a sharp glance like a blade towards Bertil.

"I mean, I want to be the back shield of Another Crown Prince. What can I say for myself, because only the popularity of the people, I am."

"Hmm..."

When Bertil finished talking, Alfio drank the remaining tea.

I seemed to add too much honey, and the molten leftover honey accumulated at the bottom of the cup.

"Fulfill it, something that works so well"

"I don't know if I'm going. But we have a chance. Firstly, Noaculio's army will be withdrawn soon."

Alfio looks out for Bertil's words full of certainty.

"... Huh?

Khaya, who had stood aside and listened, also raised a small and surprising voice.

"Why?"

"munitions are being bought up by what (...) people (...)"

"... no way," Princess Rose of Grievances ”?

The color of agitation also floated on Alfio's face.

Khaya is small and breathtaking.

It is already known to 10,000 people that the "Princess Rose of Grievances" has fallen into the King's capital. Even children can see that she has so much force.

But the fact that that “Princess Rose of Grievances" is about to shut down the barracks in order to drive back the Noakurio army is news that brings further despair.

The opponent is not just a bunch of dangerous demons.... that it's an army.

"The Noaculio army is brittle underfoot nowadays. You probably won't be able to stop here.

If I were "Princess Rose of Grievances," I would attack Taylakaine as soon as the Noakurio troops withdrew. If possible, they will aim to kill the Marquis and His Highness, but even if not, the Marquis Edfeld is completely naked at the time Taylakaine is supposedly under attack. You should lose the power to just push His Highness to stand.

At that stage, before the Noakurio army returns in a position… hypothetically, if the Gilleshhattar Federation sends troops even in the name of the Resident Bundestag protection, and the Crown Prince with the Confederation as his back, it is also conceivable that once the marquis attached to the Marquis Edfeld will begin opportunism "

- And René will miss it if the Gilleshhattar army, but he won't forgive you if the Noakurio army comes back.

Bertil adds in his heart.

"This is a dangerous situation to bet against His Highness Zislan. Or so I said, you can't just sit back and wait for death. Therefore, I intend to push the back of the gods who are still on edge with the Federation."

"Hmm..."

"However, even if we try to get in touch with the Marquis for that matter, all communications in the Communications Bureau will fall through to the Marquis Edfeld. It's unnatural for me to leave this city, so it's hard to get in touch with anywhere else. So I would like to ask my senior to contact me from elsewhere somehow on my behalf. If you're the Marquis Berger, you'll listen to me."

"Wait."

Control of Bertil, who stood all at once, Alfio spoke to the door leading to the back.

"Why don't you come in?"

It was the young daughter with herd blue hair and eyes who showed up without footsteps. It's hard to say where, but you have a federal face.

Bertil got the impression of an iron mass from her. It's cold and I don't feel the heat of what's alive. I have an idea of this kind of atmospheric race.

"... now she's from Gilleshhattar?

"Ha ha, she's the daughter of an old (...) friend (...). I don't know how to hide it now."

"Making people eavesdrop is not good at all. Were you dating a Federation spy in his second generation?"

So Alfio responded to Bertil, who revealed his hand, by revealing his hand the same way.

Alfio, who would otherwise hate 'Politics in the Dark' unseen from the people, was in contact with federal spies. Half surprised, half thought, 'Well, that's what happens,' Bertil.

Friendly Country (Home Country?) would be the other person, a spy is necessary.

To make your submissive opponent more submissive. To squeeze further out of the duck. And to monitor for any national policy shifts. Understanding national conditions and interpersonal work is important.

Most of all, the coup almost turned it into an enemy territory for the Federation.

"Shelley, I'll name it. Without a nickname, there's no need for conversation."

She named herself with no discouragement.

Shelley, who infiltrated to grasp the situation at Ciel-Teira, would have relied on Alfio for help.

"Dear Bertil Lagerbeck, Second Knights of the Knights of the Royal Palace of Siel-Teira. May I have your time, please?"

"This is a quick story. Let's talk about the future of this country."

After the dojo, Bertil and Khaya walk back to the inn on a restless night's walk through the city.

Khaya looked like she was thinking of something with a much more difficult face.

"What's wrong, Khaya?"

"Captain. Aren't you planning something that's not even Roku?

"I don't think the current situation in this country is quite right."

Khaya blatantly frowned when Bertil said to tease her.

"You're still hiding something. Come on."

"You didn't think I was hiding it?

"Become..."

KARYA to be extinguished.

He virtually affirmed Khaya's concern that "to solve the situation, he might be making a fool of himself."

Well, I'm not sure I'm dealing with the "Princess Rose of Grievances” himself.

"Haha, why don't we save a lot of people by ourselves? Let's protect this country. There's nothing I can do about it, but what's supposed to help me if I give up won't help either.

I'm counting on you for that. "

"Captain......"

Khaya followed Bertil, even though he returned it in a frightened state by the reopening Bertil.