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

And Bertil, if he noticed, was in a birdcage.

".............................. hmm? Hmm?

It's in a giant bird cage in human size.

A golden cage that shines as beautifully as it has been polished is a delicacy that, apart from its size, is likely to be used to keep stunning little birds in the royal palace.

Unexpectedly Bertil grabbed the cage and looked out.

Then there was infinite darkness there.

The birdcage was hung in chains dripping from nowhere on a distant Narrow where darkness swirled.

Looking over, hundreds of thousands of bird cages hung over an infinite number of narutos.

There are a number and a number of similar hanging cages around Bertil, some of which......

- I don't see it... it's not like that part isn't in my perception.

All Bertil could tell was that there were birdcages besides his own.

Where it should be visually visible, it's unrecognizable and you don't know what's there.

Bertil was aware of this situation.

- Yes, I'm sure I'm asleep. I remember lying in bed.

Is this the world of dreams? It's also in a dream that someone magically created...

Who would do that?

And the question was quickly solved.

Because a familiar voice echoed with (obsessed).

"I am René" Rosy "-Lovia Ciel-Teira.

... Ask. Those who were my people. '

Rather, the voice of even a cold girl.

It bombarded with more grandeur than fear.

- I knew it was Rene.

Indeed, there should have been magic in the dreams of unspecified and widespread others to send any image as a message.

It is no longer an event in the Aga story… In an era of fear, when the Demon King's army once kept breaking people's tribes, the Demon King often threatened people in this way or stuck to unscrupulous demands.

Because of this, the magic of speaking to dreams is still considered ominous in human society and is also the magic of being repelled from use.

- "My people," right? So this dream is reaching people sleeping all over the country? As much as we can pull the magic out of the King's Lands, we can deliver it all over the country, well.

Probably one person in one bird cage... but it's not collected in the same place, so you can't see inside the other bird cages...

Bertil slowly lowered his back in the hanging cage. I'm listening.

And as for him that hath already heard, I called Taylakaine.

And the marquis, which was sealed in the land of him, united his hand with the kingdom of Noaculio, and plotted to push him into his own blood, and to make him a false king.

Therefore, destroyed. "

"Rene! Are you listening!? Rene!!"

Catherine was standing up in a birdcage.

I don't know where this is.

I don't know why I'm in a place like this.

However, if you can hear the other voice, believe me, this one is also reaching.

"You are! Where are you going? What are you going to do!

Is that all you need? Answer me, Rene!!

It was as if his chest was being seared from the inside out.

Catherine's cry didn't reach anywhere, it just vanished into infinite naught.

"The last king of this kingdom is my father, Elbert, whose blood muscles were cut off from my death, and later no king.

All sins are that mistakes have abolished my Father, who was an Orthodox King, by unjust force.

Unjust kingdoms will never allow this. But... '

I heard a noise that wasn't a voice.

Did you hold hands or bite your back teeth off?

That's all, it sounds adorable, depending on what you hear, but there was enough anger in there to soothe.

'It seems that there are still those who do not understand.

Ciel-Teira is already doomed... then there seems to be a rebel who does not understand that it was doomed, deceives his name, and argues that he will not deceive the king.

It's unacceptable how many (holy crap) people deceive the name of our country '

"Rene......"

Young, but cold voices.

The majesty of those who conquer, subdue, and destroy.

- You... shouldn't be funny.

There was no context, and that word came to Catherine's head.

Honey tea. Hot milk. Night chatter.

I don't know why, but Catherine's breasts filled with tears.

Like medicine stained the wound, the tears stained Catherine's cheek.

'Therefore… I will rename this country.

Ciel-Teira died (...) with the country '

René declared so, as if to say beheading to the culprit.

- Is that it?

Bertil remembered an emotion that was hard to linguize.

"No longer in our country, there will be no future King of Forever.

Remind me every time I call this name. Destroyed our country, then sin... '

It's kind of an ultimatum declaration that poked at people.

But Bertil was reading another nuance behind it.

- If you ask all over the country, it will naturally be passed on to foreign countries. The Noakurio Army is listening.

This... is a declaration of authenticity as a nation.

Rene, who had been killed by his father, had been down to the city well since his birth, but knew that he was the blood of the king himself, and led the army against the king's brother, the usurper of the throne.

I see, this is so heroic a story as to be classic.

If so, the idea that Siel-Teira's current head of state is René is neither unscrupulous nor unscrupulous.

If you close your eyes to the point that Rene is undead...... but.

- Are you willing to raise your name as a player in diplomacy and seek approval as a nation?

It would be an anomaly if that happened...... Actually, it's not unheard of.

Most demons can only be on a 'herd' or 'tribe' scale, but they still have a goblin tribe that does business with people. No, I should say there are Dark Merchants who do business with the Demons, to be exact.

He said the Demon King's Land does not conduct diplomacy with any nation-state, but sometimes responds to negotiations at the tactical level. It is a bent nation.

There are also a number of legends in the history of this world that powerful and intelligent demons were interested in their own country, forming a nation even in just a short period of time. The truth is suspicious, even though it is a legend like a gaga story.

Either way, if you want to save the people of Ciel-Teira, Bertil has no choice but to get on with this story. We just have to go out with 'Ciel-Teira Exodus' as a country. It just proved that if you hurt her mood on Rene's lap, she wouldn't be able to live.

And René creates a state of antagonism between the Union of Gilleshhattar and the Kingdom of Noakurio, probably using it as a terminal, painting a time-winning picture.

- Will we aspire to a peaceful solitary (...) standing (...) as the 'Siel-Teira diaspora' in the blank zone attacked and destroyed by René...

Oh, what's going to happen now?

Bertil looked up to heaven sighing.

From the distant height of the sky anointed with darkness, an unreliable chain of gold was stretching, suspending Bertil's bird cage.

There is a magic item called 'Gert's Light Fire'.

The exterior is a thick, purple candle engraved with a strange golden print.

The effect is that certain individuals know whether they are 'alive or not'. If you drain a drop of blood in the fire, 'The Light of Gert' will be tied to the Lord of that blood and will continue to burn until the Lord dies or Lowe runs out.

It's just an item.

The place was a chapel in the residence of the 'Temple Noble'.

It's not the same size as it was in the castle of the Marquis Edfeld. The chapel, with its beautiful and decorative pillars, was lightly sized to accommodate hundreds of people, and the distantly tall arch ceiling contained surprisingly elaborate religious paintings.

The light inserting from the brightly colored stained glass illuminates the 'Gert's Light' placed on the altar.

The fire was out.

As soon as it went out a few days ago, it never lit up again.

"Ooh, ooh... ERMINIO!

There was a man who collapsed in front of the altar.

Bald headed man stepping into an old man from an early age. Slightly obese flesh is wrapped in a luxurious monk garment combining white, gold and crimson.

The man's name is Cristoforo da Droetto.

He is the great lord of the Holy Kingdom of Diretta, but not only was he in the position of the Temple's 'head cardinal'.

A Cardinal is a person who assists the Pope in his task, as well as a person who has the right to stand for and vote in the Pontifical Election.

But the position of 'head cardinal' has even different shades.

It is a bridgehead of power, where the temple is screwed into national politics by the body of advisors to the King of the Divine Kingdom of Diletta involved in religious policy…

In fact, Cristoforo speaks not only of religious policy, but also of national politics in general. In the Holy Kingdom of Diletta, national politics and temples are inextricably linked.

There are many who frown so much as devout Diletta people in the raw smell of the temple. There were naturally some of the leading cardinals in history who merely sought the power of the court to disrupt national politics.

In it Christoforo was regarded as a fairly decent category, rather competent.

Religious diplomacy and exerting strength in a timely welfare policy.

"Only the troubles of past degrees and the presence of a second son (Erminio) are faults," they say.

And now he was in the midst of despair.

The "Gert's Light Fire" fire was out.

As soon as it went out a few days ago, it never lit up again.

Just because we find out about the survival of Erminio doesn't mean we can do anything in particular.

However, I can confirm my survival and lower my chest.

For this reason, we used the "Gert's Light" so that we could see whether or not Elminio would be an adventurer, etc., without even being able to work in the proper temple.

This fire went out once the other day.

Cristoforo was so shriveled that he would die lean and thin as it was, that all he could do was candle the fruit through his throat.

But soon the lights returned, and communications were also received from the Temple Knights who attached them to the Erminio. Successful resuscitation.

Cristoforo was spared from starvation, but he was going to have another sleepless night because Erminio said he would take revenge on the "Princess Rose of Grievances" and so on.

Through Elminio, I was fortunate enough to grasp the end of my intervention in Ciel-Teira, which was chaotic due to Hilberto II's death, but I was almost ready to go out (...) shoot (...) if I were to speak of my feelings as a Cristoforo individual, rather than the interests of the state, etc., if I had to go help Elminio before he died.

And Christoforo's prayers didn't arrive.

The lights went out again, and this time they didn't come back, and I haven't heard from any of your Temple Knights.

A grip of the impression crushed with meat is slammed on the altar.

"Oh, my gossip... my gossip," Princess Rose of Grievances "!

Think about it. Pulling a bow to the Doloettes is tantamount to pulling a bow to the Temple and to this holy kingdom of Diletta.

It's an unclean undead...! You! Ashes and scattering before the glory of God!!

Cristoforo's voice sounded vain in an overly lavish cathedral.