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

"You're here again at a hell of a time"

Quiet yet warm and powerful, a summer breezy voice. An obsidian eye peeks into Catherine for care.

A crumbling atmosphere with the title of Knights Commander. Due to his sophisticated waist, on the contrary, he creates a faint frigid odor, like a slight bitterness mixed with sweet syrup pills.

A blouse like an adventurer exploring the wild mountains is something that Catherine doesn't quite understand but can withstand the battle. Its sleeves hang in vain and instead, the right arm of the machine, like a combination of brass wires, is stuck from above the clothes.

Bertil Lagerbeck, Second Knight Commander.

Catherine accompanied her father all the way to Taylakaine to meet him and listen to Rene.

And now I'm in front of Bertil. In the reception space, a room in the inn that was given to him.

It is not preferable for unmarried men and women to be alone. Even if it's just Catherine, a child, and Bertil, close to forty ways. Because it is not so uncommon in aristocratic societies for middle-aged and early age men to marry underage brides.

So Bertil was in shape as a military by having one of his men, the female knight Khaya, present. It's supposed to come with a servant on Katherine's way home, but only now is that in charge of Khaya, too.

"Go ahead, Master Catherine"

"Oh, what? Oh, thank you."

Khaya served Katherine a hot cup of tea. Catherine receives it bewildered.

I was surprised because Khaya did the kind of work that servants do.

"Excuse me, because no one else wants to be in the room right now..."

supplemented as Bertil guessed Catherine's doubts.

"So... shall we begin?

What happened in the King's capital that day? We must know. "

"Possession, or..."

Bertil braces his arms firmly and thinks as he strokes his jaw with his fingertips.

"I saw her twice, too, but she did have different clothes. But I don't think he was dressed in the fight. There will be certain validity to the assumption that the body itself is different."

It is Catherine's reasoning that Rene's identity is the undead of the spiritual system and that she is transferring bodies.

Katherine was relieved that Bertil admitted to it, an opinion she put out thinking about becoming Catherine. He said he wasn't making a total mistake.

"And René wonders if he'll read his mind."

"Hmm... why?

"As a matter of fact, our servant had an informant in a criminal organization that would be a night-python. Rene figured it out. I just think I've read my mind..."

Halfway through Catherine's words, Bertil opened her eyes as if she noticed something.

"Range!! So it's a fantasy call mark (VIJONER)!?

"Yikes!?

Catherine couldn't help but scream because she held her head with the arm of the machine and Bertil suddenly screamed.

"Oh, well, you mean that! Damn, they fit in at that point...... uh, yeah, normally if you think about it, call marks (callers) would be fine. What are you doing? Me! Notice!!

Bartil scratches his hair and stares at the universe with indignation.

to something...... I'm probably hitting my anger on myself.

Bertil noticed something so important that both the Second Knights had to be disturbed in front of the women.

"No, excuse me. Hey while I... Oh, no more.

Together! It seems likely that you have the power to read your mind. But it doesn't leak into the example of magical perception that undead monsters have, and the range is likely to be limited. At least it's not effective enough to fit the King's Capital as a whole. "

Bertil then scratched and explained to Catherine about his meeting with Rene through a phantom call mark (Vijoner) during the Wang Du offensive.

A subordinate who came back with a message from René. Short-range phantom call marks (visionaries) for call marks (callers). Rene's words like inducing something...

"So the captain was deceived by Rene?

"Yeah, that's right. If I'm more precise, it's because they cheated each other out.

... He's a smart, strong kid. Even if she thinks about her abilities as an undead, she has the qualities to be a general. "

Bertil had a bitter running tone. Good luck, like I said.

"Take a look at this"

Catherine spread the bundle of paper she was bringing on the table.

This is what I asked the Adventurer Guild Branch in Eltarev to prepare. It's a copy of the Abyss Spirit data I saw in the library and various materials that might be relevant.

"Is this a copy of the Adventurer Alliance material? Abyss Spirit... emotional perception of possession..."

"I wonder if Rene is this monster called Avis Spirit. You shouldn't have the power to turn the person you attached into a Durahan..."

Bertil, who put together a bunch of paper and turned quickly with a pepper, thrusts it back at Catherine.

Catherine didn't know what was going on, but I felt that Bertil had read all of the material in the last few seconds and put it in her head.

"You're here. You think about Rene so much more than I do. Unless you're impeccable as someone with the name of Second Knight Commander."

"No, such..."

It was Catherine I'm afraid, but, uh, I felt like I'd learned to catch on to Bertil's words.

"... you call that kid Rene, too"

"Oh...... right"

Not "Princess Rose of Grief", with Rene. That's what Bertil called it.

Catherine was so happy about that. I can even say it's treacherous, I feel like I've been forgiven for my thoughts.

"Miss Catherine. I hear you've been captured by Rene, but you can't feel fear or hostility for her."

"Yep..."

Bertil wouldn't have 'emotional perception' abilities like Rene's, but he was still discerning.

Katherine herself was strange.

How many people Rene killed. And will I kill you from now on? Some of them were justified as revenge, while others ate the convolutions for it. If you make common sense decisions as a person, Rene should hate and should stop... maybe.

But still, Catherine couldn't help but feel sorry for Rene in that part of Common Sense as a Person at the same time.

"I want to save Rene."

"Oh, my God, well"

Bertil seemed to have been taken lightly by the thoughtful declaration of Catherine.

"Save, how exactly?

"... to tell you the truth, you don't know that. I don't know if I can get rid of you."

No matter how much I thought about it, Catherine didn't get it.

Though some of the picture books made me read when I was little talked about bad witches revamping with the love of princes. Katherine also somehow knew that I'm sure reality wasn't that sweet.

"Sometimes you don't even realize what you're saving.

However, if there's one thing I can say, Rene is lonely... and I think you need someone like that, a friend or someone else to replace her. Because you've lost your mother in the worst way. "

"Friends..."

Oddly enough, that was the question Catherine was piling up with Rene.

Rene is not just horrible. He's also a mad avenger, but he's also just a girl his age as Catherine.

If Rene and I could be friends, would we be able to heal her loneliness?

... Is it really such a simple story?

"But I'm like a priest preaching," If only I had love, I'd be saved. "I can't tell you. If you think about the fate Rene has carried.

Maybe Rene will be free from revenge for the first time when she destroys this world and think, 'Okay, let's try to be saved.' "

"... the world?

Katherine got stunned by the rhetoric that made her chest squirm.

"Oh, no. Was this a little too much to say? There was someone about René who said," The world is so different, "and he just remembered it."

Bertil jokes and waves flirtatiously to deceive.

Seemed to me to be saying it only as an analogy.

"At least René resents the four powers. Suppose you destroy it all... even if you have survival, well, you have about half the world's population, right? Maybe after that, we'll finally have room to think about something other than revenge."

"Oh, that's..."

I can't take that stuff. Because of how pathetic Rene is, I can't redeem half of all the people (jingles) for her salvation.

Unexpectedly, Bertil's gaze gets sharp and steep.

Catherine received a shooting glance and was as comfortable as she drank ice.

"I am, Miss Catherine. I'll tell you because I think you're an adult, not a child you tend to dream of.

... not everyone and he will have a way of salvation. Isn't this world that sweet? Sometimes aerospace theory on the desk, can only be saved by impracticable means. There might be someone like that. "

"Huh..."

Catherine felt like she had something on her chest.

I thought of my sweetness and arrogance.

Catherine was figuring out a way to save Rene. That way, turn away from the desperate possibility that it doesn't exist from the beginning.

"So if it is... should it be defeated, is it? Shinden says...... the undead will be saved if defeated. I can't..."

"At least you don't have to suffer any more. But calling it salvation would be a congrat on the side of eliminating Rene."

It was something I didn't even have to ask.

It's more like a mercy blow (Misericorde) stabbing a mortal wounded and suffering soldier than salvation.

It just can't be called 'the worst', terrible ending.

"Miss Catherine. Please, remember that kid's name. Even if that's just our self-satisfaction."

"Does that mean that you see Rene as a person, not as a person?

"That's more or less what I mean. It's sad, isn't it, that after an unemployed death, she becomes undead and is targeted for extermination as just a demon?

And if you want to save Rene, you have to know about Rene first. But there's got to be a part of him that you never understand when you think he's just a monster. "

And Bertil smiled to reassure Catherine.

Khaya likened Bertil to a green exchange summer forest. Catherine knew a little what that meant.

"We may not even know who we are. Not to mention I don't understand a glimmer of other people.

... How can Rene be saved? The only way to give an answer is to know everything about Rene. That's all you can say responsibly from me.

I'm sorry about all the general theories. If it's irresponsible advice, I can arrange a lot of guesses. "

"No, such! Very... uh, helpful."

Catherine thanks Bertil deeply for scratching her head with regret.

I thought if it was Bertil, it would cut off the comfort knife mess, Catherine's troubles. But Bertil knew the weight of saving one person, but couldn't say anything far-fetched about it.

Just figured that out, it made sense to be here today. I'm just saying I figured out the sweetness of my thoughts, but that was important to Catherine.

"The Count is still going to stay for a few days."

"Yes."

"Well, let's just say we'll discuss it again if we notice anything in the meantime. Apparently, we're on the cutting edge of the world in terms of counteracting René."

"I'm sorry about the world, are you?

"That's right. If it's true, the Adventurer Guild will be the first to investigate, but the Ciel-Teira Adventurer Guild is not working right now because of the King's capital's alleged fall.

You think the Alliance of the Gillechhattar Federation is under its command and the branches of each city are joining forces, painstakingly protecting the refugees and the minimum distribution of supplies? I'm not in a state where I can do named research. The domestic guilds are like that, so I probably haven't even gotten any information on the national guilds. "

"You were..."

'I'm glad Bertil's here,' Katherine thought from the bottom of her heart at this time.

I was looking into René without any particular sense of purpose, so that something would push me, but I can't believe that it was in a position to carry the fate of the country at some point.

"Miss Catherine. Please, take this."

Bertil offered Catherine something like a gold plate.

"It's a talisman. You know what? Let me give you one."

Disposable armor to prevent magic.

Catherine sees the real thing for the first time, but knows it exists itself. And the price.

"Such an expensive thing..."

"Don't worry about it. Because I even called for a place like this. At least make your way home a little safer."

"... thank you"

Catherine felt heartily grateful and impressed and bowed her head again.

She was taught that it was not necessarily a big deal to peck like a merchant, but Catherine still couldn't help but bow her head.

"So, Khaya. How's the Keeleys doing?

Bertil asks if Khaya, who delivered Catherine, is coming back to her room.

That was a story that I included when I was accompanying him in the name of the escort.

"Nothing in particular. I didn't even look alert to this one. I saw no reason to come to this city other than what he said."

"... well, I don't have a back table like that. You can call me unlucky or clumsy in the book... and it's not my fault, but it's too bad in between. You're coming here now."

Exactly. Bertil also had to sympathize with Count Keeley.

This, every element has jumped into a vortex of havoc that I don't know what to do with complicated. I also thought the opposition lords had entrusted me with something to do for political manipulation, but it seems different.

And... the Keeleys will probably be involved in a battle over Taylakaine, and when they do, the Count will have no choice but to protect Zislan whether he likes it or not.

The fate of the country should be determined through the selection of the Crown Prince by the Council of the Horses, because one of the Horsemen must face up to the conspiracy to drive it crazy. He would definitely think so if the concept of 'serious' was like walking in clothes.

"Anyway, let's get ready. There appear to have been unscheduled incidents, but the withdrawal of Noaculio troops remains unchanged. I mean, this city's gonna be a mess soon."

"Yes."

Bertil switches his head.

It was Bertil's idea to give up early on what could not be done and deal with what could be done.

- My job starts here.

Neither Marquis Edfeld nor Khaya knows that Bertil is in a position like an insider in the Half Rene.